Sabby: Chapters for all!
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kurt-obsessed: Oops… I knew that… well, obviously I didn't, so thanks for correcting me boo-boo!
Oops, this took a while.
Avalan: A *while*?
Heh. ^-^' well, I've been busy. Everything has been due in lately, so… my parents banned me from all video games until I've finished, which is a futile and justice-less move if ever there was one.
Avalan: Think of it this way. Now you can concentrate on your school projects better, ne?
-_-' Then why, precisely, am I doing this then?
Avalan: … Damn.
Adjusting your Views
"Hello? Yes, hm, alright, whatever you think; lord knows I have no idea on this matter…. Alright, alright, yes. Thankyou. Goodbye."
I received a call from my stockbroker wanting to know if I wanted to sell. It was a little after twelve and I was lying outside on the grass outside the manor. The sky was high and blue above me, and I was revelling in my newly found freedom. The term had ended. Two weeks of little to do but relax. I knew that Kurt was ignoring his holiday homework with the belief that it might go away, but I had devoted my first day of the holidays to finishing every single tiny scrap of anything school-related so that I wouldn't have to worry about anything. Anything but one simple sheet of paper. (1)
I placed my mobile phone in the soft grass next to me, and inhaled the sweet smell of freshly cut grass mixing with the cool sea breeze. This was the life, and I firmly believed that I could have continued with my day-dreaming, if not for the sudden intrusion of Logan.
He loomed again, and very nearly frightened my wits out of me.
I squinted past the meagre amount of sun that managed to get to my eyes, and moaned, "Is it time already?"
"Yeah. Stop daydreaming."
I retrieved my phone, clambered to my feet and followed Logan reluctantly back into the house.
Time for another session. What happened, is that they feed me three pills, and then shove me into a black metal box. I can't wear much in the way of clothing because it 'distracts me' and because it wouldn't last very long. I need to concentrate so I can take down all my carefully constructed mental barriers, and so some if my ability can get out before I explode. So basically, it's a meditation session, because I've had some fairly major barriers up for as long as I remember, and if I don't pay attention to solely myself, I can accidentally put them back up, and all my embarrassment is for nought.
Thankfully enough, this rather strange procedure only needs to be done once a month, but leaves me feeling weak as a kitten for a while afterwards.
I grumbled a greeting to those that were there to monitor my progress, and had my t-shirt half off as I stepped past the thick metal door into my chamber. I half closed the door ( a rather strenuous activity), and kicked off my shoe and socks, depositing them and my t shirt in a pile outside the door, and then hiding in the gloom as I stepped out of my pants and boxers. I shoved the door shut behind me, then firmly locked it.
I sat gingerly down in the centre of the box ( it was rather cold) and started about the frustrating task of letting down the oldest and most stubborn of my walls. It is a sad day indeed when you have to find the weak spot and break a mental wall in your own mind.
When the first gave, it was like breaking a dam, and the others could not stand in its way. I heard the walls hissing as my gift flooded out of me, and if I had opened my eyes I would have seen the metal flaking off in layers.
Time passed in leaps and bounds until my shoulders slumped with exhaustion. The Professor would have preferred if I had kept going until I would barely keep my head up, but I preferred still being able to do the tasks that I usually did with my 'gift' afterwards. I knew my limits.
I set up all my barriers again before moving, then carefully peeled myself up form the pile of metal ash that had formed beneath me, then picked up a handful of it.
I ran the dust between my fingers a bit, and then blew it out of my palm. I gave all the dust a mental shove by rushing it along by charging all the atoms that the particles came across, catapulting them forwards, and then practiced something that I had come to start doing. When the dust met the remaining walls, I instantly formed a bond between the two. It wasn't too hard, basically all you had to do was introduce the two to each other, and nature did the rest, and I stood waiting until only a few disgruntled oxygen atoms and the rest of the normal clag were left, and opened the door a crack.
"eh… hello?"
Seeing no one in the general vicinity, I toed my heap of clothing back into my chamber, changed, and then scurried out, leapt back up the stairs taking two at a time, and appeared in the kitchen with a flourish.
"I live and breathe once more!"
"Feeling better, I gather?" Scott asked wryly as I plucked a shiny red apple from the bowl in the middle of the table.
"I intend to live these holidays to the fullest of my capacity for fun."
I threw the apple in the air, and forced the atoms apart right down the middle. I caught each respective half in a different hand, and winked at Scott as I attacked it. "I'm going for a walk. Later!"
*~*~*~*
Being tired could never last, not on a day like this, so I pushed out of the institute gate with the full intention of walking the entire way down to Bayville. As anyone could probably tell, I was in extremely high spirits despite most things that had happened in my life, as the year of school, my first and last drew nearer to a close, and plans for afterwards started developing. The sun shone through the trees lining my path, providing the perfect contrast between light and shade.
I spent the better part of the afternoon strolling around Bayville, window shopping, and then slipped into one of the local pizza parlours (1), and ordered myself a quarter of a barbeque meat lovers pizza and a glass of orange juice.
As I sat down and happily picked up my first slice, a body swung itself around and into my booth, landing heavily on the seat opposite mine. Lance grinned impishly at me.
"What do you want?"
Lance didn't answer, but instead stole a slice of my pizza and took a bite out of it.
"I know something you might be very interested to know."
"Yes? And what might that be?" I asked cautiously. Lance always came across as the type that I shouldn't have trusted in a flying fit, or at least until we got past the stage where he made scathing comments when he passed me in the halls, so naturally, I was rather suspicious. I was also rather annoyed, as the slice he had stolen was the one that I had been saving up specially for the end.
"We've got a business proposition for you."
'We'. That either meant that he was here on behalf of the brotherhood, or that he suddenly thought he was royalty.
I stared at him flatly while Lance demolished the slice he had pinched, then wiped his fingers on my one and only napkin.
"You see, we've come across some information you might be interested in, and the boss wants to know if you might be in for a bust."
"A bust?"
I had never heard of one before.
"You know, wreak a little havoc," he paused in his list to smile again, "get a little revenge…" Lance shrugged negligently.
"What do you mean, 'revenge'?"
Lance leant forward and smiled triumphantly. I had managed to work myself into a corner.
"Magneto knows where Melgwyn's being kept."
Eeeh heee haa haa. Soul is a genius.
Avalan: I know! ^-^. Today is opposite day.
P. I'm a genius, and you're the most loveable, wonderous and kind muse known to man.
Avalan: *flatly* I adore you.