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Ok, it's what you've all been waiting for.....chapter 12!
BTW: I uploaded two chapters today, so if ya just skipped ahead to this one, and didn't notice the little flashback chapter before it, check it out....
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Torey's eyes snapped open and she sat up. Immediately, she regretted doing so. Her side exploded in pain, and she gripped it tightly, lying back down. What had happened? Why was she in so much pain? And where was Kelly? Suddenly, her memory flooded back to her. She was in the Institute. Kelly was, well, she had no clue where Kelly was. She was barely registering WHO Kelly was. She knew that she had some type of friendship with Kelly, unless that really was just a dream, and not a memory.
It felt too real, though, to be a dream. Everything made sense. It felt so familiar, and strangely warm. Torey turned her head and looked out the window. It was very dark, must have been late at night. Now she began to wonder, why was she in the infirmary? And her side, why did it hurt, again? She thought hard, trying to remember. She remembered, soldiers. In the institute. Yes! There were soldiers! They had come back for her! And she, oh my God, she had killed them. She had killed them all. She closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears from leaking. She was so ashamed. She should have had more control, over her powers and over her anger. God, what had come over her? This wasn't who she was, she wasn't a murderer. That was why her side hurt! One man had shot her, in his last defense. Before she took all of their lives, he tried to be the hero, and take her out. But she had still killed them, even through his own efforts.
Her thoughts now drifted to her friends. Were they ok? God, what if she had killed them too? She wasn't paying much attention to them, the soldiers were her first priority. But what if she had hurt them as well? She'd already almost killed Kurt, she would never forgive herself if that had happened again. But, then, if she had killed them too, how would she have made it to the infirmary. No, she thought. Don't jump to conclusions. Wait until morning, and you'll find out.
She didn't feel like she had drained any of the other mutants. She noticed, that although slight, there was a difference in the energy depending on what it was coming from. The energy she had drained from that light bulb the Professor made her practice on was different from the energy she had accidentally drained from Kurt, which was, in turn different from the energy she had drained from Claudia and Harry back when she'd first escaped. Mutant energy was different, it felt different. Not better or worse, just different. And she didn't remember feeling any of it during the attack.
She opened her eyes again, this time taking in the room. It took a bit for her eyes to adjust to the dark. There was a second bed in the room, which was unoccupied. There was also a counter, and a sink in the corner. And a chair by the door, which at first appeared empty. But as she examined, she noticed the shape of a slumbering elf. Jeez, he was hard to see in the dark! It brought a smile to her face, thinking he'd been there, worried about her. She really couldn't remember ever having a friend as good as him, and sometimes wondered if she really deserved it.
Torey thought twice about waking him up, and instead checked the clock. It was four thirty in the morning. Might as well try to get some sleep, everyone would be awake soon anyhow.
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"Can I get you two anything else?" The waitress asked.
"Yes, please, bring us your best bottle of champagne. Celebration is in order!" Bradley told the woman.
"Yes sir," she replied as she scribbled in her pad, before walking off.
"Look up, Trask! Today is your day!" Bradley told him, lifting his scotch in a toast. "To a successful mission! And the end of both of our problems!" He threw his drink back, in one gulp, slamming the glass on the table giddily.
Trask stared at Bradley, not touching his own scotch. "Did you even hear what I said? I sent twenty seven men in there. Two came out. TWO! The rest were KILLED Bradley! That's twenty five widows, sixty three children whose father will never come home again!"
Bradley solemned slightly. "And they died as heroes, for a good cause. Don't worry, I'll send some money to the widows to let them know their husbands didn't die in vain and what not." Bradley laughed slightly. "This is exactly what I needed, Trask. This is it. With her out of the way, I could really make it to the front of the Presidential primaries. I'm starting again on the campaign trail as soon as possible. Ahhhh! Here it is!" Bradley's ramblings were ceased by the waitress arriving with their champagne. She was about to open it when Bradley stopped here. "No, no, my dear! Let my friend do the honors!"
Trask scowled at Bradley. "I'd rather not."
"Suit yourself." Bradley snatched the bottle and popped the cork himself. After dismissing the waitress, he poured two glasses and slid one to Trask. He lifted his own. "I'm spending a lot of money on this dinner, Trask. The least you can do is enjoy it."
Trask stared at his glass then picked it up, a look of contempt in his eyes. He raised it as well, though with far less exuberance than his company. Bradley leaned forward and clinked the glasses.
"To you, my friend. To your soldiers. And to their widows and children and yadda yadda. But most importantly, to the end of our problems. To the end of my burden." Bradley sipped the champagne and glanced toward the dessert menu. "Hmm, what do you say we top this dinner with a slice of tiramisu?"
Trask stared at Bradley with a look of utter disgust. "I'm not really very hungry, thank you." And with that he laid his napkin on the table and walked out of the restaurant. And, hopefully, out of Bradley's plans forever.
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Yes, another shorty. But I like ending this here. And if I didn't end here, I'd have to update at a later time, so I guess it's a good thing I stopped here, eh?? Jeez, I loaded three chapters in the past 24 hrs! INSANE!! Anyway, yeah, she's not dead..because I have a lot more in store for her. Isn't Bradley a dick? Don't ya just hate him?? Let me know!! Because I really like when people review...
Ok, it's what you've all been waiting for.....chapter 12!
BTW: I uploaded two chapters today, so if ya just skipped ahead to this one, and didn't notice the little flashback chapter before it, check it out....
Disclaimer:
~&~
Torey's eyes snapped open and she sat up. Immediately, she regretted doing so. Her side exploded in pain, and she gripped it tightly, lying back down. What had happened? Why was she in so much pain? And where was Kelly? Suddenly, her memory flooded back to her. She was in the Institute. Kelly was, well, she had no clue where Kelly was. She was barely registering WHO Kelly was. She knew that she had some type of friendship with Kelly, unless that really was just a dream, and not a memory.
It felt too real, though, to be a dream. Everything made sense. It felt so familiar, and strangely warm. Torey turned her head and looked out the window. It was very dark, must have been late at night. Now she began to wonder, why was she in the infirmary? And her side, why did it hurt, again? She thought hard, trying to remember. She remembered, soldiers. In the institute. Yes! There were soldiers! They had come back for her! And she, oh my God, she had killed them. She had killed them all. She closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears from leaking. She was so ashamed. She should have had more control, over her powers and over her anger. God, what had come over her? This wasn't who she was, she wasn't a murderer. That was why her side hurt! One man had shot her, in his last defense. Before she took all of their lives, he tried to be the hero, and take her out. But she had still killed them, even through his own efforts.
Her thoughts now drifted to her friends. Were they ok? God, what if she had killed them too? She wasn't paying much attention to them, the soldiers were her first priority. But what if she had hurt them as well? She'd already almost killed Kurt, she would never forgive herself if that had happened again. But, then, if she had killed them too, how would she have made it to the infirmary. No, she thought. Don't jump to conclusions. Wait until morning, and you'll find out.
She didn't feel like she had drained any of the other mutants. She noticed, that although slight, there was a difference in the energy depending on what it was coming from. The energy she had drained from that light bulb the Professor made her practice on was different from the energy she had accidentally drained from Kurt, which was, in turn different from the energy she had drained from Claudia and Harry back when she'd first escaped. Mutant energy was different, it felt different. Not better or worse, just different. And she didn't remember feeling any of it during the attack.
She opened her eyes again, this time taking in the room. It took a bit for her eyes to adjust to the dark. There was a second bed in the room, which was unoccupied. There was also a counter, and a sink in the corner. And a chair by the door, which at first appeared empty. But as she examined, she noticed the shape of a slumbering elf. Jeez, he was hard to see in the dark! It brought a smile to her face, thinking he'd been there, worried about her. She really couldn't remember ever having a friend as good as him, and sometimes wondered if she really deserved it.
Torey thought twice about waking him up, and instead checked the clock. It was four thirty in the morning. Might as well try to get some sleep, everyone would be awake soon anyhow.
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"Can I get you two anything else?" The waitress asked.
"Yes, please, bring us your best bottle of champagne. Celebration is in order!" Bradley told the woman.
"Yes sir," she replied as she scribbled in her pad, before walking off.
"Look up, Trask! Today is your day!" Bradley told him, lifting his scotch in a toast. "To a successful mission! And the end of both of our problems!" He threw his drink back, in one gulp, slamming the glass on the table giddily.
Trask stared at Bradley, not touching his own scotch. "Did you even hear what I said? I sent twenty seven men in there. Two came out. TWO! The rest were KILLED Bradley! That's twenty five widows, sixty three children whose father will never come home again!"
Bradley solemned slightly. "And they died as heroes, for a good cause. Don't worry, I'll send some money to the widows to let them know their husbands didn't die in vain and what not." Bradley laughed slightly. "This is exactly what I needed, Trask. This is it. With her out of the way, I could really make it to the front of the Presidential primaries. I'm starting again on the campaign trail as soon as possible. Ahhhh! Here it is!" Bradley's ramblings were ceased by the waitress arriving with their champagne. She was about to open it when Bradley stopped here. "No, no, my dear! Let my friend do the honors!"
Trask scowled at Bradley. "I'd rather not."
"Suit yourself." Bradley snatched the bottle and popped the cork himself. After dismissing the waitress, he poured two glasses and slid one to Trask. He lifted his own. "I'm spending a lot of money on this dinner, Trask. The least you can do is enjoy it."
Trask stared at his glass then picked it up, a look of contempt in his eyes. He raised it as well, though with far less exuberance than his company. Bradley leaned forward and clinked the glasses.
"To you, my friend. To your soldiers. And to their widows and children and yadda yadda. But most importantly, to the end of our problems. To the end of my burden." Bradley sipped the champagne and glanced toward the dessert menu. "Hmm, what do you say we top this dinner with a slice of tiramisu?"
Trask stared at Bradley with a look of utter disgust. "I'm not really very hungry, thank you." And with that he laid his napkin on the table and walked out of the restaurant. And, hopefully, out of Bradley's plans forever.
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Yes, another shorty. But I like ending this here. And if I didn't end here, I'd have to update at a later time, so I guess it's a good thing I stopped here, eh?? Jeez, I loaded three chapters in the past 24 hrs! INSANE!! Anyway, yeah, she's not dead..because I have a lot more in store for her. Isn't Bradley a dick? Don't ya just hate him?? Let me know!! Because I really like when people review...