Ok, because I love yall, I'm responding personally:
Kiki: Oh, its ALL here....wait til the next chapter ;)
Neva: I'm REALLY glad that I still surprised with that, after the whole thing. I was sure my plot was as transparent as a window pane. You made me happy!
Death Jester: I could kiss you!
Sashi: Yeah, he's a dick...sux for Torey, eh?
Xerios: Thank you *bows*
Disclaimer: Pirates, ARGH!
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Torey awoke to the stares of Evan and Kurt. She sat up quickly, looking at the two back and forth.
"Uhh, you ok?" Evan asked, apprehensively.
Kurt and Evan backed up as she stood. She looked at the two of them again.
"Torey, are you ok?" Kurt asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.
Roughly, she pushed it off. "Where's the Professor?"
~&~
Professor Xavier sat in his study, staring out the window at the vast backyard. He heard as his door slammed open. "Hello Torey." He turned his chair to face her.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.
"Take a breath, Torey. Relax. It will do neither of us any good to have you in this condition."
Torey ignored him. "You KNEW. You knew the whole TIME. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
"Miss Bradley STOP!" The Professor bellowed. "That's enough!"
"NO! It's not enough! You knew the whole time, didn't you? You knew all about it, and you didn't say a THING! I BEGGED you, I PLEADED for your help. To help me understand! To help me regain my memories! And you put it off. YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!"
The Professor sighed. "You're right Torey. I did know. I knew basically from when I first found out about you. I had planned to help you Torey, when you were ready. But you were not, and are not ready for this information."
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" Torey screamed. "Who are you to tell ME what I'm ready for? YOU GOD DAMNED-"
"Look at yourself! Look at how you're acting! So angry, and full of hate. You're not ready. I apologize that you found out this way, at this time. But I can help you now. I can help you process this, I can help the transition." The Professor reached out, placing his hand on her arm. "You spent years being 647d12. I can help you become Victoria Bradley again."
Torey pulled her arm away from his grasp violently. "Victoria Bradley is dead." She glared at him angrily before running out of the room.
~&~
She had TRUSTED him. She had TRUSTED him, all of them, and look what had happened? He LIED to her. She cried into her bed spread. How could she stay here any longer? She didn't trust the Professor anymore, and none of the students trusted her. She had to leave. She couldn't stay anymore. She-
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Her head jerked up to see Kurt in the doorway. He made his way to the bed, and sat down. "Are you ok?"
"Stupid question," Torey responded, smiling a bit.
Kurt smirked. "I know. I just didn't know how else to start it."
Torey cried silently, as Kurt sat beside her, looking her up and down. "So, is it true?"
"What?" she asked, wiping her ears of tears.
"Bradley," Kurt responded. "He's your father?"
Torey nodded, tearfully. "My power manifested when I was eleven. Almost twelve. And he put me in that place. My own father. He locked me away-" she couldn't finished. Her sobs were too much. Kurt put his arms around her and she cried into his shoulder.
"Shh, liebe, it's ok. It's over." She pulled away from Kurt at this statement, shuddering. "Vas? What's wrong?"
She couldn't take it. Not anymore. It WAS over. All of it. Everything. Victoria Bradley was gone, and so was 647d12. But, what did that leave? She wasn't sure yet.
"The Professor," Kurt continued, unaware of her current though processes. "He means well. He tried to help. Let him help you now."
Torey ignored her friend's speech. She grasped her head again, and could feel another wave coming on. No! Not now! She pleaded with herself. I can't do it now! She stood and ran out of the room, running down the hall, and out into the yard. She could feel herself begin to drain, and she couldn't stop. She tried, she really tried to stop. But nothing she did would let her. Torey collapsed. She could see Kurt, as well as most of the institute watching her from a safe distance. Thank God they knew. Finally, it stopped, and she could feel the electricity inside her. It surged with more urgency than she had ever felt before. She couldn't hold it in, the electricity exploded out of her. She fell to the ground again, spent.
Torey lay there for a second, catching her breath, before she stood, looking around at the fearful expressions of her peers. Her gaze ended on Kurt. He stared back at her, hardly hiding his fear. This cut through her, it hurt her more than anything. They weren't safe with her here, no one was. She caught a sob in her throat and began to run. She had no idea where she was going, but she just ran. All she could think of was that night, months ago. When she found her freedom. The lies, the deceit. She was never free. She has never been free. She just ran. She didn't make it very far, before exhaustion caught up with her. She fell to the ground.
~&~
Torey woke up to the steady beep of a heart monitor, a sound that had become familiar. She looked around the room. The infirmary, again. But this time, there was no one there waiting for her to wake up. She was alone. She pushed her head back in her pillow and felt the tears at the corners of her eyes. Her neck cracked as she bent it. Wait, how long had she been out?
"Almost two days, Miss Bradley. You quite exhausted yourself," The Professor said, as he entered. "Now, let's try and be civil, hmm?"
The girl looked to her former mentor with nothing more than loathing. But she no energy to fight. So she relented. "Fine."
The Professor sighed, rubbing his temples. "When you came here, you were highly unstable. You remember. The first time I tried to help you with your memories, when we found your name, I had seen it all. I knew what had happened. But, you were still so unstable. Unable to speak even, let alone control your powers. I couldn't give you such upsetting information. I want you to believe, Torey, that while you may not agree with what I did, I did have your best interests in mind."
Torey just stared at him, barely listening. He had lied to her. How could she ever trust him again?
"Ororo will be here shortly with your dinner. I will leave you to your thoughts." With that, the Professor left the room.
She watched him go, and had to hold herself back from spitting after him. She didn't believe a word of what he said. She couldn't. He was a liar. The brunette looked about the room. Feeling uncomfortable, she rose from the bed. The whole place was infected with deceit. She couldn't stay here. She had to leave. She couldn't trust them, and they couldn't trust her. She had lost her friend, her only friend.
Turning toward the doorway, Torey grabbed the knob. Where would she go? Right now, it didn't matter. She left the infirmary and made her way up to the kitchen. Night, there was no one about. It had to be the early hours of the morning. Glancing about the kitchen, she looked for something to help her. What was she going to do? There was on one, no where for her outside the institute. But she had to leave. That was for sure.
Sitting in a chair, she could feel slight panic in her decision. Glancing about the table, a paper caught her eye. A newspaper. Yesterdays, according to the date. She turned the pages idly, trying to calm her panic. A familiar name caught her attention.
'Senator Bradley continues his campaign in Albany'
A chill went through Torey as she read the article, an angry scowl appearing on her face. This man was the reason her life had taken it's turn. He was solely responsible for everything. HE had brought her into this world. HE had given her the mutation, whether he believed it or not. And then HE had had her put away, locked up in that God forsaken facility. EVERYTHING that was wrong with her was HIS fault entirely. She just about pushed the paper away when she noticed something.
'After a successful speech in Albany, the Senator has decided to continue on in his campaign, and will be making his next appearance in New York City's Central Park...'
A smirk crept over Torey's face. Sure, she had no where to go. And she had no one outside the institute. But now, at least she had a mission.
~&~
Kurt walked slowly down to the infirmary. It was almost 4:30 am and he couldn't sleep. He had wanted to wait for Torey to wake up, but the Professor had instructed him to leave her tonight. He had laid in bed, worried for his friend. Finally, he had seen the Professor return from the infirmary almost a half hour ago. He knew she was awake. Now he wanted to just make sure everything was alright.
Upon opening the door, Kurt took in the empty room. Where was she? "Torey?" he called out uncertainly. He walked over to the bathroom and knocked before peeking in. Not there either.
He left that room, and walked up and down the infirmary looking for her. She wasn't anywhere. Where could she have gone? Maybe back to her room? Without hesitation, Kurt ported to the familiar place. Empty. He began to worry. There weren't many places Torey would go, especially at this hour. The TV room? BAMF! Empty. Maybe the greenhouse? BAMF! Nope. The kitchen then? BAMF! Nadda. Kurt sat down at the table, thinking. There really were no other places in the institute she would go. Kurt's thoughts drifted as he noticed the violently torn newspaper in front of him. Picking it up, he noticed the Bradley headline, and quickly scanned the article. New York City, Central Park. His eyes widened in realization.
With a BAMF! Kurt was once again gone.
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Yep....it's getting down to the wire.the next chapter is the last, people. R&R! Let me know ya want it!
Kiki: Oh, its ALL here....wait til the next chapter ;)
Neva: I'm REALLY glad that I still surprised with that, after the whole thing. I was sure my plot was as transparent as a window pane. You made me happy!
Death Jester: I could kiss you!
Sashi: Yeah, he's a dick...sux for Torey, eh?
Xerios: Thank you *bows*
Disclaimer: Pirates, ARGH!
~&~
Torey awoke to the stares of Evan and Kurt. She sat up quickly, looking at the two back and forth.
"Uhh, you ok?" Evan asked, apprehensively.
Kurt and Evan backed up as she stood. She looked at the two of them again.
"Torey, are you ok?" Kurt asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.
Roughly, she pushed it off. "Where's the Professor?"
~&~
Professor Xavier sat in his study, staring out the window at the vast backyard. He heard as his door slammed open. "Hello Torey." He turned his chair to face her.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.
"Take a breath, Torey. Relax. It will do neither of us any good to have you in this condition."
Torey ignored him. "You KNEW. You knew the whole TIME. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
"Miss Bradley STOP!" The Professor bellowed. "That's enough!"
"NO! It's not enough! You knew the whole time, didn't you? You knew all about it, and you didn't say a THING! I BEGGED you, I PLEADED for your help. To help me understand! To help me regain my memories! And you put it off. YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!"
The Professor sighed. "You're right Torey. I did know. I knew basically from when I first found out about you. I had planned to help you Torey, when you were ready. But you were not, and are not ready for this information."
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" Torey screamed. "Who are you to tell ME what I'm ready for? YOU GOD DAMNED-"
"Look at yourself! Look at how you're acting! So angry, and full of hate. You're not ready. I apologize that you found out this way, at this time. But I can help you now. I can help you process this, I can help the transition." The Professor reached out, placing his hand on her arm. "You spent years being 647d12. I can help you become Victoria Bradley again."
Torey pulled her arm away from his grasp violently. "Victoria Bradley is dead." She glared at him angrily before running out of the room.
~&~
She had TRUSTED him. She had TRUSTED him, all of them, and look what had happened? He LIED to her. She cried into her bed spread. How could she stay here any longer? She didn't trust the Professor anymore, and none of the students trusted her. She had to leave. She couldn't stay anymore. She-
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Her head jerked up to see Kurt in the doorway. He made his way to the bed, and sat down. "Are you ok?"
"Stupid question," Torey responded, smiling a bit.
Kurt smirked. "I know. I just didn't know how else to start it."
Torey cried silently, as Kurt sat beside her, looking her up and down. "So, is it true?"
"What?" she asked, wiping her ears of tears.
"Bradley," Kurt responded. "He's your father?"
Torey nodded, tearfully. "My power manifested when I was eleven. Almost twelve. And he put me in that place. My own father. He locked me away-" she couldn't finished. Her sobs were too much. Kurt put his arms around her and she cried into his shoulder.
"Shh, liebe, it's ok. It's over." She pulled away from Kurt at this statement, shuddering. "Vas? What's wrong?"
She couldn't take it. Not anymore. It WAS over. All of it. Everything. Victoria Bradley was gone, and so was 647d12. But, what did that leave? She wasn't sure yet.
"The Professor," Kurt continued, unaware of her current though processes. "He means well. He tried to help. Let him help you now."
Torey ignored her friend's speech. She grasped her head again, and could feel another wave coming on. No! Not now! She pleaded with herself. I can't do it now! She stood and ran out of the room, running down the hall, and out into the yard. She could feel herself begin to drain, and she couldn't stop. She tried, she really tried to stop. But nothing she did would let her. Torey collapsed. She could see Kurt, as well as most of the institute watching her from a safe distance. Thank God they knew. Finally, it stopped, and she could feel the electricity inside her. It surged with more urgency than she had ever felt before. She couldn't hold it in, the electricity exploded out of her. She fell to the ground again, spent.
Torey lay there for a second, catching her breath, before she stood, looking around at the fearful expressions of her peers. Her gaze ended on Kurt. He stared back at her, hardly hiding his fear. This cut through her, it hurt her more than anything. They weren't safe with her here, no one was. She caught a sob in her throat and began to run. She had no idea where she was going, but she just ran. All she could think of was that night, months ago. When she found her freedom. The lies, the deceit. She was never free. She has never been free. She just ran. She didn't make it very far, before exhaustion caught up with her. She fell to the ground.
~&~
Torey woke up to the steady beep of a heart monitor, a sound that had become familiar. She looked around the room. The infirmary, again. But this time, there was no one there waiting for her to wake up. She was alone. She pushed her head back in her pillow and felt the tears at the corners of her eyes. Her neck cracked as she bent it. Wait, how long had she been out?
"Almost two days, Miss Bradley. You quite exhausted yourself," The Professor said, as he entered. "Now, let's try and be civil, hmm?"
The girl looked to her former mentor with nothing more than loathing. But she no energy to fight. So she relented. "Fine."
The Professor sighed, rubbing his temples. "When you came here, you were highly unstable. You remember. The first time I tried to help you with your memories, when we found your name, I had seen it all. I knew what had happened. But, you were still so unstable. Unable to speak even, let alone control your powers. I couldn't give you such upsetting information. I want you to believe, Torey, that while you may not agree with what I did, I did have your best interests in mind."
Torey just stared at him, barely listening. He had lied to her. How could she ever trust him again?
"Ororo will be here shortly with your dinner. I will leave you to your thoughts." With that, the Professor left the room.
She watched him go, and had to hold herself back from spitting after him. She didn't believe a word of what he said. She couldn't. He was a liar. The brunette looked about the room. Feeling uncomfortable, she rose from the bed. The whole place was infected with deceit. She couldn't stay here. She had to leave. She couldn't trust them, and they couldn't trust her. She had lost her friend, her only friend.
Turning toward the doorway, Torey grabbed the knob. Where would she go? Right now, it didn't matter. She left the infirmary and made her way up to the kitchen. Night, there was no one about. It had to be the early hours of the morning. Glancing about the kitchen, she looked for something to help her. What was she going to do? There was on one, no where for her outside the institute. But she had to leave. That was for sure.
Sitting in a chair, she could feel slight panic in her decision. Glancing about the table, a paper caught her eye. A newspaper. Yesterdays, according to the date. She turned the pages idly, trying to calm her panic. A familiar name caught her attention.
'Senator Bradley continues his campaign in Albany'
A chill went through Torey as she read the article, an angry scowl appearing on her face. This man was the reason her life had taken it's turn. He was solely responsible for everything. HE had brought her into this world. HE had given her the mutation, whether he believed it or not. And then HE had had her put away, locked up in that God forsaken facility. EVERYTHING that was wrong with her was HIS fault entirely. She just about pushed the paper away when she noticed something.
'After a successful speech in Albany, the Senator has decided to continue on in his campaign, and will be making his next appearance in New York City's Central Park...'
A smirk crept over Torey's face. Sure, she had no where to go. And she had no one outside the institute. But now, at least she had a mission.
~&~
Kurt walked slowly down to the infirmary. It was almost 4:30 am and he couldn't sleep. He had wanted to wait for Torey to wake up, but the Professor had instructed him to leave her tonight. He had laid in bed, worried for his friend. Finally, he had seen the Professor return from the infirmary almost a half hour ago. He knew she was awake. Now he wanted to just make sure everything was alright.
Upon opening the door, Kurt took in the empty room. Where was she? "Torey?" he called out uncertainly. He walked over to the bathroom and knocked before peeking in. Not there either.
He left that room, and walked up and down the infirmary looking for her. She wasn't anywhere. Where could she have gone? Maybe back to her room? Without hesitation, Kurt ported to the familiar place. Empty. He began to worry. There weren't many places Torey would go, especially at this hour. The TV room? BAMF! Empty. Maybe the greenhouse? BAMF! Nope. The kitchen then? BAMF! Nadda. Kurt sat down at the table, thinking. There really were no other places in the institute she would go. Kurt's thoughts drifted as he noticed the violently torn newspaper in front of him. Picking it up, he noticed the Bradley headline, and quickly scanned the article. New York City, Central Park. His eyes widened in realization.
With a BAMF! Kurt was once again gone.
~&~
Yep....it's getting down to the wire.the next chapter is the last, people. R&R! Let me know ya want it!