Hey there, happy Halloween people! I know it's early, but who cares. Halloween and October in general is awesome.
Wandering around the streets of New York, one would begin to notice that people don't really care who are even if you were dressed like the biggest freak on the east coast.
With his hands stuffed in his pockets, Lucas walked leisurely, taking his time, as if he hand all the time in the world. He was actually quite amazed by everything that he was seeing there. The buildings were so tall! There were so many museums, theaters, everything that he could possibly imagine seemed to be packed into one spot. And there were so many people and cars and taxis. If there hadn't been that nagging feeling tugging at him, he would've enjoyed it more. But there were more pressing matters that needed to be attended to.
While he had been flying over the Atlantic, he had been preoccupied with the idea of defeating the X-men, that he hadn't really given any thought whatsoever as to how he was going to go about doing that. That and the fact that he starving to death. Oh well, thought would probably come easier off the noisy streets anyway.
***
It was amazing that while people always seemed to try and find a place of peace and quiet that they had never thought to look up. The roof of the mansion had always been Rogue's get away. Like a vacation spot that only took a few minutes and a little effort to get to. Of course, she never went up during the winter for obvious reason. But winter was still a few months away, and besides, the chill October breeze was always so crisp and clean.
The breeze was always a comfort to her. But no amount of comfort would make her feel any better about everything. Apocalypse was released, she had killed her own mother, Magneto was gone, the others inside her head were getting restless and only God knew what had happened to the abandoned Acolytes. She wondered if they even knew that Magneto was dead and how Pietro and Wanda were taking it. So strong was the desire to just grab a bottle of pills and get life over with, after all, it wasn't like anyone would care. The kids at school would be celebrating.
But what of Kurt? What would he do? She was only family he had left. Even though it was because of her that Mystique was gone, Kurt had been forgiving, after about a week of the cold shoulder.
The wind picked up, and Rogue hugged her knees up to her chest. Looking up to the sky, she watched as the clouds floated overhead without a single care in the world. She sometimes wished she could be like that. But that would never happen. She was filled with so many things, people and emotions, no mattered how hard she tried to hide it, her family, her power, and her guilt. She wasn't sure how much more she could take before she burst.
***
Laying down on her back with a sigh, Kitty held up a flyer for the Halloween dance at school. She wanted so badly to go! She even knew what she wanted to wear. Flinging the paper off to the side, she stared up at her ceiling, thinking about what it would be like if she were just a normal teenager.
Kitty could picture herself dressed in the fusia and plum colored gypsy costume she had seen at the mall. Her hair was down and slightly curled. She would've been standing next to the refreshment table, talking with her computer class friends, dancing with some of cute guys. Well, it was a nice little daydream. Too bad she would never make it out of that gym alive. For all she knew, they wouldn't even let her or the others into the gym. She held her pillow over her face.
"Yes, I, like, could so go for some punch right now" she said, her voice muffled.
***
"Did you hear about what happened at Bayville high today?" said a girl at the table across from his.
"Yeah, duh, tell me who didn't?" replied the other sarcastically.
"Those Xavier kids, the mutants were attacked. I heard they didn't even do anything."
"I don't like mutants as much as the next person, but attacking them seems a bit harsh, don't you think?"
"Yeah. That must suck being shunned like that. And people at our school complain when they get the cold shoulder!"
Lucas listened intently as he drank his coffee. Served his father right for abandoning him and the others. So what if his students suffered? It was their fault for exposing themselves anyway. Suddenly, his lunch seemed a lot less interesting. Completely ignoring his sandwich, he tuned into the two girls' conversation, listening to every word spoken as if his life depended on it.
"—and with the Halloween dance coming up, they must be really upset."
A dance, huh? Well, that could be very entertaining. He could both defeat the X-men, and humiliate them at the same time, that was convenient. Besides, it would catch them completely off guard. And who would want to stay and help a group of mutants anyway?
But what if they chose not to go? Now that he thought about it, Halloween would a wonderful to carry out his plans, whether they went to the dance or not. After all, what better setting could he possibly ask for? Halloween, a time to frighten and scare other people. He would become his fathers worst nightmare incarnated! It was perfect. Absolutely perfect, he would show those X-men and his father what fear truly was. Looking up at the screen, he saw a picture of the X-men nursing their wounds, and then a shot of the mansion on the local news.
Paying his bill with a wad of cash he had telekinetically stolen, Lucas finished his coffee and headed toward the door. With his hand on the handle, he looked over his shoulder at the television screen.
"Trick or treat daddy dearest," he muttered wickedly.
***
Rogue had no idea how long she had been sitting in silence in front of Xavier's desk. He said that he was probing her mind, but since when did that take an hour and ten minutes? After that long, it was so hard to try and keep her mind clear while he worked. She had begun to wonder if she would be stuck with an emptied mind for the rest of her life. Like when your paralyzed. Being mentally paralyzed sounded a little weird. She would never have another thought again. Now what fun would that be if she couldn't mentally shove Jean off a cliff or picture Magneto's new guys completely naked? Where would the fun of life go without a few dirty thoughts and images running through her mind?
Turning her attention back to Xavier, she could only laugh a little with embarrassment at the look that the Professor was giving her.
"Ah don't think ya needed to see that, did ya?" said Rogue as she shifted uneasily in her seat.
"No," he replied bluntly. A smile then spread on his face. "But I must admit that you mental cartoon antics were quite entertaining."
"Uh…thank ya sir?"
"At any rate, the others inside of you seem to be forcing their way forward again. However, this is odd, as I was sure that Apocalypse would've taken those personalities when he came in contact with you. That feeling of bliss that you felt while you were fighting must've been the feelings of freedom that the others within were feeling at that time. You see Rogue, being trapped within you mind, they still act the same as normal people and as such, they too often long for excitement."
"Like that adrenaline high Ah was on."
"Yes."
"But can't ya just get rid of 'em like the last time? Ah mean, sure Ah was in the hospital for awhile but Ah was all right."
"I'm afraid not. There are far more personalities and it would be dangerous for you to undergo a procedure like that."
"Ah don't understand."
"The strain on your mind and you body is too risky for you to try and recover from. The chance of you surviving would be very slim."
"Then what am Ah supposed to do?"
"I'm afraid that you may have to stay out of any sort of combat as well as take sessions with me on gaining control over the other personalities."
"So --?"
"You will not be permitted to attend the Danger Room sessions, leave on missions or participate in any sort of competitive activity until you've gained control."
That was bad. Sure, she wouldn't mind missing Logan sessions, but she was competitive by nature! Doing this would drive her completely insane before she ever got control over her powers. Oh, what a cruel hand fate had smacked her with. And boy, did it sting.
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