Chapter 3:
"Rogue!" screamed Alek, a bit too forcefully; his voice cracked. Evan's stomach dropped as everyone inevitably turned to look at him. Alek's face looked the most threatening; his words were threatening too.
Slowly, with the words spaced apart, he said, "What--the--fuck--did-- you--do?"
"Y-yo, man," stuttered Evan, "I didn't do anyth--"
"You did!" said Alek, face reddening. "Look at her! Those *spikes* didn't come from nowhere!"
"Nobody move, nobody talk," interrupted Scott, solemnly. "Jean--use your power, call the professor. The rest of you, freeze."
Jean thought hard:
I replied the professor. Then he addressed the whole group:
Moments later, Xavier arrived. He saw the sight, and closed his eyes glumly.
"Scott, get Hank up here. He's the closest we have to a doctor right now. Jean, if you can, call to Logan. Rogue might need to borrow his power for a while--that is, if she is still alive." He turned to Evan. "Evan, come with me."
"No problem, professor," said Jean. Nothing else was heard except Scott's and Evan's footsteps, and Charles' wheelchair on the floor.
The professor led Evan to a quiet room. The mood was tense and even though he wouldn't admit it, Evan was scared. But what did he have to be scared about? He stood by his story: he did not do anything. The only question in his mind was if the professor would believe him or not.
"Evan, I want you to tell me exactly what happened last night," said the professor, calmly.
"OK . After our training, I was--for lack of a better word--pissed because of my poor performance. I went to my room and did some punching to get the anger out --"
"So you were angry. Go on."
"And after that, I went outside for a midnight skateboarding. I actually hit a rock or something. Whatever it was, it threw me forwards, and I hit the ground. Apparently, if I calculated time right, I had been out for a full hour, but oddly enough, my watch was stopped only a half- hour after I was knocked out. Something else was weird too: the dial on my watch had been ripped out. Anyways, I went back inside and went to bed after that. That's it, prof."
"Thank you, Evan," said the professor, obviously deep in thought. He took a deep breath. "Evan, I want you to remain perfectly still for the next minute or so. Please, if you can, try to keep your mind as clear as possible."
The next minute, Evan felt as if his mind was at total bliss. He also felt confident with the professor remembering his memories for him because nothing bad could come of it.
All of a sudden, the professor flinched and backed away very quickly. He looked at Evan so disapprovingly that it made him feel as if he had . killed someone.
"I've seen enough, Evan. Please sit down and stay here. I will return shortly." With that, Charles left the room, and left Evan alone. The poor boy was left with only his unknown thoughts. He tried to remember *everything* about that night, but his efforts were soon interrupted. A man dressed in a blue uniform stood at the doorframe. He said only eleven words.
"Son, you are under arrest for murder of the first degree."
*****Yeah, I was gonna put "Son, you are under arrest for the murder of Marie _____" as the last line, but her last name is unknown, so it would sounds stupid. As always, faithful readers, I await your criticism and it is much appreciated. Problems? Questions? Concerns? Feel more than free to tell me! And if ANYONE has any suggestions for a title, please tell me. I know I have one now, but I'm not sure I'm happy with it. And Alek- lovers (lol), there will be more of him. Oh, and sorry to the Rogue-lovers of planet Earth!!!******
"Rogue!" screamed Alek, a bit too forcefully; his voice cracked. Evan's stomach dropped as everyone inevitably turned to look at him. Alek's face looked the most threatening; his words were threatening too.
Slowly, with the words spaced apart, he said, "What--the--fuck--did-- you--do?"
"Y-yo, man," stuttered Evan, "I didn't do anyth--"
"You did!" said Alek, face reddening. "Look at her! Those *spikes* didn't come from nowhere!"
"Nobody move, nobody talk," interrupted Scott, solemnly. "Jean--use your power, call the professor. The rest of you, freeze."
Jean thought hard:
I replied the professor. Then he addressed the whole group:
Moments later, Xavier arrived. He saw the sight, and closed his eyes glumly.
"Scott, get Hank up here. He's the closest we have to a doctor right now. Jean, if you can, call to Logan. Rogue might need to borrow his power for a while--that is, if she is still alive." He turned to Evan. "Evan, come with me."
"No problem, professor," said Jean. Nothing else was heard except Scott's and Evan's footsteps, and Charles' wheelchair on the floor.
The professor led Evan to a quiet room. The mood was tense and even though he wouldn't admit it, Evan was scared. But what did he have to be scared about? He stood by his story: he did not do anything. The only question in his mind was if the professor would believe him or not.
"Evan, I want you to tell me exactly what happened last night," said the professor, calmly.
"OK . After our training, I was--for lack of a better word--pissed because of my poor performance. I went to my room and did some punching to get the anger out --"
"So you were angry. Go on."
"And after that, I went outside for a midnight skateboarding. I actually hit a rock or something. Whatever it was, it threw me forwards, and I hit the ground. Apparently, if I calculated time right, I had been out for a full hour, but oddly enough, my watch was stopped only a half- hour after I was knocked out. Something else was weird too: the dial on my watch had been ripped out. Anyways, I went back inside and went to bed after that. That's it, prof."
"Thank you, Evan," said the professor, obviously deep in thought. He took a deep breath. "Evan, I want you to remain perfectly still for the next minute or so. Please, if you can, try to keep your mind as clear as possible."
The next minute, Evan felt as if his mind was at total bliss. He also felt confident with the professor remembering his memories for him because nothing bad could come of it.
All of a sudden, the professor flinched and backed away very quickly. He looked at Evan so disapprovingly that it made him feel as if he had . killed someone.
"I've seen enough, Evan. Please sit down and stay here. I will return shortly." With that, Charles left the room, and left Evan alone. The poor boy was left with only his unknown thoughts. He tried to remember *everything* about that night, but his efforts were soon interrupted. A man dressed in a blue uniform stood at the doorframe. He said only eleven words.
"Son, you are under arrest for murder of the first degree."
*****Yeah, I was gonna put "Son, you are under arrest for the murder of Marie _____" as the last line, but her last name is unknown, so it would sounds stupid. As always, faithful readers, I await your criticism and it is much appreciated. Problems? Questions? Concerns? Feel more than free to tell me! And if ANYONE has any suggestions for a title, please tell me. I know I have one now, but I'm not sure I'm happy with it. And Alek- lovers (lol), there will be more of him. Oh, and sorry to the Rogue-lovers of planet Earth!!!******
