Ok, people. I am updating. I had some extra time today, so I'm writing. I
really appreciate everyone's support and *cough* nagging, it got me rolling
again ;). I feel very obligated to respond to reviews individually, so here
goes:
NamelessMoonshine: ToT??
Neva: I'm back!! I hope you're still reading, though :/
Moonshadow10: Oh, you'll find out. ;)
pruning shears: It has....for now...
Erikayla Arvanesse: Here is your update. Magneto ain't gonna be in here, but all other questions will be answered by the end of this story.
In writing this chapter, I went back and reread what I had already done. I am realizing that I am not really a good writer, but I am kinda a good storyteller. I don't know what this means to me.
Oh, and this story shall be ending soon. There are only about 4 or 5 more chapter left and then, the end. ????? (-----(meant to indicate a possible sequel). :D
Disclaimer: For fifteen year, it was time to make the donuts. And now, it's time to die.
~&~
Torey hugged her arms tightly around herself as she made her way through the large back yard. She could feel the others watching her, as they had everyday in the three weeks since the incident. They were still afraid, and she was so ashamed. They had seem the disgusting truth of her power, and she didn't blame them for the distance they kept. She'd do the same thing, were she in their position.
It was mostly the younger ones who stayed away. But it still hurt her just slightly. Here she thought she'd made friends, she thought she'd found her place in the world. She obviously was wrong. Sometimes Torey felt as if she really didn't belong here anymore.
The brunette turned her head to see Kurt waving to her. She smiled and joined him where he sat on a bench by the covered pool. He was the only one who hadn't feared her. The only one who visited her every day while she was in the infirmary. Torey had no idea what she had done to deserve his friendship, but she was eternally grateful.
"How are you doing?" he asked, looking up from his book.
"Ok," she replied. She glanced around at the other students. "I wish they wouldn't be scared."
"They'll get over it, liebe, don't worry about that," Kurt reassured her. "It'll just take a bit of time."
Torey sighed. The other students stole glances at her warily. She knew they were just waiting for her to go off again. But she wouldn't. She had at least that much self control, didn't she? And didn't they have at least that much faith in her?
She drew her knees up to her chin, wincing slightly in pain. Kurt turned, hearing her hiss. "Still hurt?"
Torey nodded. The bullet wound had still not fully healed, she still felt slight pain when bending her side. But she had come a long way since that night. She just wished that the others would stop avoiding her.
Sometimes she wondered if maybe it would have been easier to let the soldiers just take her away.
~&~
"Senator Bradley is beginning his campaign trail in the north east, his first stop Augusta, Maine. He'll be making his way down through New England- "
"What're ya watchin that garbage for, Chuck?" Logan asked, sauntering into the TV room.
"While I don't necessarily agree with the man's views, Logan, I do like to stay informed," Xavier replied. "It seems that he will be coming our way soon."
With a *SNIKT* Logan extended his claws. "And I'll be here."
"Don't be so bold, friend. The last thing we need is a mutant attacking one of the heads of the anti-mutant movement," the Professor told him, taking a sip from the coffee mug before him. "As much as we may think he deserves it."
The Wolverine sheathed his claws. "What I wouldn't give for a few minutes alone with that man. I've had this sneaking feeling that he had his hands in that attack on us a few weeks ago."
The Professor looked at Logan in a bit of shock. His face returned to it's usual calm as he responded: "Senator Bradley has been hiding a dark secret for years. One that may unravel the entire basis of his campaign-" He was interrupted by Kurt and Torey entering the room. The Professor quickly turned the television off, and placed the remote of the table beside him. "Kurt, Torey, how are you doing today?"
"Not bad, Professor," Kurt replied. "Mind if we watch TV?"
The Professor paused. "Not at all, Kurt. I think that Scott may still have some of the DVD's he rented this week. Logan and I were just leaving." Xavier began to wheel out of the room when Torey stopped him.
"Professor, I was hoping that maybe we could work on my memories today," Torey asked, pleading with her eyes. She had become desperate to learn more about herself, especially after the latest attack.
The Professor sighed, looking downward thoughtfully. After what seemed like forever, he looked up at his young student. "Another time Torey. I know that is not what you want to hear, but now is not the time."
Torey watched as he and Logan left the room. "Now is not the time" what the hell does that mean anyway? It never seemed to be the time. Every single time she tried to get him to help her, he had some reason not to. Torey was beginning to wonder if he actually had her best interests at heart, as he always said he did.
~&~
Bradley looked himself over in the mirror. He examined his face, his eyes, mouth, nose. Then his body, his jacket, slacks, newly polished shoes. This man before him was a winner. He was a force. He was a man who never let anything stand in the way of his goals. He made it to the top, regardless of who he had to step on. Giving himself a once over, he had to come to this conclusion. He looked great. Like a million dollars.
Where as this would help a politician, it only hindered Bradley. He had a façade to uphold. Pulling out a small make up kit, he created dark circles under his eyes. He used a very sharp eye pencil to accentuate his slight wrinkles. And he used some hair grey to further his aged hair. As he touched himself up, he glanced back into the mirror. This was the face of the republican primary candidate. This was the face of the future President. A man, barely into his fifties, who looked far beyond. This was the face of Bradley that everyone knew. The only face that everyone had seen. The face of a father, forever mourning the untimely death of his only child. A lonely man, a distraught man, who only wants to see to it that no one will ever meet the fate his daughter had.
These people don't get to see the real man. The man who held a terrible secret. One that could ruin him. One that drove his wife away forever. It cost him millions to keep her quiet. The terrible secret that plagued at him. Well, until recently. Bradley smirked, adjusting his tie. It had all been worth it. Everything, every penny he spent. Because now his dream would be realized. He will become President. And when he does, mutant's wouldn't know what hit em.
"Sir, you have five minutes."
Bradley turned, giving her a warm smile, with just the slightest hint of sadness. "Thank you, Tracey. I will be out shortly."
"Of course, Senator," she replied, smiling back and leaving.
Bradley grinned to himself. Let the campaigning begin!
~&~
Ok, shorty, yes. But lemme know how ya like it!
NamelessMoonshine: ToT??
Neva: I'm back!! I hope you're still reading, though :/
Moonshadow10: Oh, you'll find out. ;)
pruning shears: It has....for now...
Erikayla Arvanesse: Here is your update. Magneto ain't gonna be in here, but all other questions will be answered by the end of this story.
In writing this chapter, I went back and reread what I had already done. I am realizing that I am not really a good writer, but I am kinda a good storyteller. I don't know what this means to me.
Oh, and this story shall be ending soon. There are only about 4 or 5 more chapter left and then, the end. ????? (-----(meant to indicate a possible sequel). :D
Disclaimer: For fifteen year, it was time to make the donuts. And now, it's time to die.
~&~
Torey hugged her arms tightly around herself as she made her way through the large back yard. She could feel the others watching her, as they had everyday in the three weeks since the incident. They were still afraid, and she was so ashamed. They had seem the disgusting truth of her power, and she didn't blame them for the distance they kept. She'd do the same thing, were she in their position.
It was mostly the younger ones who stayed away. But it still hurt her just slightly. Here she thought she'd made friends, she thought she'd found her place in the world. She obviously was wrong. Sometimes Torey felt as if she really didn't belong here anymore.
The brunette turned her head to see Kurt waving to her. She smiled and joined him where he sat on a bench by the covered pool. He was the only one who hadn't feared her. The only one who visited her every day while she was in the infirmary. Torey had no idea what she had done to deserve his friendship, but she was eternally grateful.
"How are you doing?" he asked, looking up from his book.
"Ok," she replied. She glanced around at the other students. "I wish they wouldn't be scared."
"They'll get over it, liebe, don't worry about that," Kurt reassured her. "It'll just take a bit of time."
Torey sighed. The other students stole glances at her warily. She knew they were just waiting for her to go off again. But she wouldn't. She had at least that much self control, didn't she? And didn't they have at least that much faith in her?
She drew her knees up to her chin, wincing slightly in pain. Kurt turned, hearing her hiss. "Still hurt?"
Torey nodded. The bullet wound had still not fully healed, she still felt slight pain when bending her side. But she had come a long way since that night. She just wished that the others would stop avoiding her.
Sometimes she wondered if maybe it would have been easier to let the soldiers just take her away.
~&~
"Senator Bradley is beginning his campaign trail in the north east, his first stop Augusta, Maine. He'll be making his way down through New England- "
"What're ya watchin that garbage for, Chuck?" Logan asked, sauntering into the TV room.
"While I don't necessarily agree with the man's views, Logan, I do like to stay informed," Xavier replied. "It seems that he will be coming our way soon."
With a *SNIKT* Logan extended his claws. "And I'll be here."
"Don't be so bold, friend. The last thing we need is a mutant attacking one of the heads of the anti-mutant movement," the Professor told him, taking a sip from the coffee mug before him. "As much as we may think he deserves it."
The Wolverine sheathed his claws. "What I wouldn't give for a few minutes alone with that man. I've had this sneaking feeling that he had his hands in that attack on us a few weeks ago."
The Professor looked at Logan in a bit of shock. His face returned to it's usual calm as he responded: "Senator Bradley has been hiding a dark secret for years. One that may unravel the entire basis of his campaign-" He was interrupted by Kurt and Torey entering the room. The Professor quickly turned the television off, and placed the remote of the table beside him. "Kurt, Torey, how are you doing today?"
"Not bad, Professor," Kurt replied. "Mind if we watch TV?"
The Professor paused. "Not at all, Kurt. I think that Scott may still have some of the DVD's he rented this week. Logan and I were just leaving." Xavier began to wheel out of the room when Torey stopped him.
"Professor, I was hoping that maybe we could work on my memories today," Torey asked, pleading with her eyes. She had become desperate to learn more about herself, especially after the latest attack.
The Professor sighed, looking downward thoughtfully. After what seemed like forever, he looked up at his young student. "Another time Torey. I know that is not what you want to hear, but now is not the time."
Torey watched as he and Logan left the room. "Now is not the time" what the hell does that mean anyway? It never seemed to be the time. Every single time she tried to get him to help her, he had some reason not to. Torey was beginning to wonder if he actually had her best interests at heart, as he always said he did.
~&~
Bradley looked himself over in the mirror. He examined his face, his eyes, mouth, nose. Then his body, his jacket, slacks, newly polished shoes. This man before him was a winner. He was a force. He was a man who never let anything stand in the way of his goals. He made it to the top, regardless of who he had to step on. Giving himself a once over, he had to come to this conclusion. He looked great. Like a million dollars.
Where as this would help a politician, it only hindered Bradley. He had a façade to uphold. Pulling out a small make up kit, he created dark circles under his eyes. He used a very sharp eye pencil to accentuate his slight wrinkles. And he used some hair grey to further his aged hair. As he touched himself up, he glanced back into the mirror. This was the face of the republican primary candidate. This was the face of the future President. A man, barely into his fifties, who looked far beyond. This was the face of Bradley that everyone knew. The only face that everyone had seen. The face of a father, forever mourning the untimely death of his only child. A lonely man, a distraught man, who only wants to see to it that no one will ever meet the fate his daughter had.
These people don't get to see the real man. The man who held a terrible secret. One that could ruin him. One that drove his wife away forever. It cost him millions to keep her quiet. The terrible secret that plagued at him. Well, until recently. Bradley smirked, adjusting his tie. It had all been worth it. Everything, every penny he spent. Because now his dream would be realized. He will become President. And when he does, mutant's wouldn't know what hit em.
"Sir, you have five minutes."
Bradley turned, giving her a warm smile, with just the slightest hint of sadness. "Thank you, Tracey. I will be out shortly."
"Of course, Senator," she replied, smiling back and leaving.
Bradley grinned to himself. Let the campaigning begin!
~&~
Ok, shorty, yes. But lemme know how ya like it!