My Immortal by Evanescence
"Is this it?" Ororo asked.
"I think so," Rogue said with a look to the back. "Look, there's the bus."
Requel got up and rushed to the front. Now, she knew what they were talking about, Logan had described how she found her before. This was the last time she would be able to go to it for lost memories, that is, if she found any at all. Requel shook Ororo's shoulder and pointed to the place.
Professor Xavier nodded his head. "Go down a little way off. The kids need to sleep anyway."
"What a place to sleep," Ororo muttered, acknowledging the presence of death in the area.
When they landed, Requel was the first one out and everyone let it be that way. It was a good walk to the place she saw from the jet. The bus was still there though the smoke, the burnt smell and the bodies were all hone. Now it was a decayed skeleton laying there to rot. The police had only enough time to clear away the bodies.
Luggage was strewn across the ground and guilt swept through her. She had difficulty swallowing. Her foot crunched on glass and she remembered the windows breaking as she had screamed.
Among the trash, Requel saw a small backpack that, for some reason, she recognized. She picked it up, still puzzled. She figured it was hers and planned to take it back with her.
Requel took a last look at the wreckage. The others were looking as well, respectfully and carefully not touching anything. Kurt teleported to a low tree branch.
"How anyone could survive that." Bobby said under his breath.
Kurt fingered his rosemary beads, speaking a prayer to the dead. The soft words filled the air; it was somehow comforting to Requel. She waited until Kurt steady chanting ceased. She crossed over to him; he was now on the ground, standing. She pointed to the beads and he spoke. She nodded her head and wrote down something. They both left to go further into the trees for privacy. Neither of the others heard what had been ensued but headed back to the jet where the kids were setting up camp.
"Is this it?" Ororo asked.
"I think so," Rogue said with a look to the back. "Look, there's the bus."
Requel got up and rushed to the front. Now, she knew what they were talking about, Logan had described how she found her before. This was the last time she would be able to go to it for lost memories, that is, if she found any at all. Requel shook Ororo's shoulder and pointed to the place.
Professor Xavier nodded his head. "Go down a little way off. The kids need to sleep anyway."
"What a place to sleep," Ororo muttered, acknowledging the presence of death in the area.
When they landed, Requel was the first one out and everyone let it be that way. It was a good walk to the place she saw from the jet. The bus was still there though the smoke, the burnt smell and the bodies were all hone. Now it was a decayed skeleton laying there to rot. The police had only enough time to clear away the bodies.
Luggage was strewn across the ground and guilt swept through her. She had difficulty swallowing. Her foot crunched on glass and she remembered the windows breaking as she had screamed.
Among the trash, Requel saw a small backpack that, for some reason, she recognized. She picked it up, still puzzled. She figured it was hers and planned to take it back with her.
Requel took a last look at the wreckage. The others were looking as well, respectfully and carefully not touching anything. Kurt teleported to a low tree branch.
"How anyone could survive that." Bobby said under his breath.
Kurt fingered his rosemary beads, speaking a prayer to the dead. The soft words filled the air; it was somehow comforting to Requel. She waited until Kurt steady chanting ceased. She crossed over to him; he was now on the ground, standing. She pointed to the beads and he spoke. She nodded her head and wrote down something. They both left to go further into the trees for privacy. Neither of the others heard what had been ensued but headed back to the jet where the kids were setting up camp.