Yes, this is the last chapter. I can't believe I did it, but I did. I
finished the story! Since it is the last chapter, I'm going to reply to
yall who reviewed in the last one:
Sashi: Ummm.ok..
Kiki: Here it is!! Hopefully it's everything you expected and more ;).
Xerios: Thanks for reading! And the background music!
NamelessMoonshine: Yeah, I'm very elementary with my emotions. I don't know much past these ;p ;) etc...but thanx for the lesson!
Ok, kiddies. Sit down, and enjoy the final installment of 647d12!
Disclaimer: You better watch who you're calling a child, Lois, because if I'm a child, you know what that makes you? A pedophile. And I'll be damned if I'm going to stand here and be lectured by a pervert.
~&~
It was early morning hours as the news crews set up. Wires were run, cameras tweaked and positioned, in preparation for Senator Bradley's speech on the steps of New York City's City Hall. Bradley was already ahead of his opponent in the polls, and this speech could be the clincher. In this next hour and a half, he could win over New York in the primaries. In a largely democratic state, this could mean the world.
People began to gather, many with pins and placards bearing Bradley's name. Bundled up against the slightly frigid air, they awaited their candidate with anticipation. Even a few zealots littered the crowd, anti-mutant phrases advertised on large placards.
In five, the camera's were rolling, recording and broadcasting this momentous event. Miniature American flags were raised and waved vigorously as the candidate of the moment took his place behind the podium. He stared out on the crowd as he welcomed them, speaking with a confidence and compassion that found its way directly to their hearts. Here was a man who had lost one who he loved so dear. And he was out to make sure it never happened again. Who could not respect that?
~&~
She crouched behind a news van, waiting for the speech to begin. She bristled as the crowd erupted in applause, welcoming the Senator. Peering over the van hood, she could see him. Her father. The man who had given her life. And given her this curse. She calmed herself, pulling control over her power. She could do this.
Memories flooded in as this man began to speak. It was that same voice that had tucked her in to bed. That same voice that had read her stories, or soothed her when she was hurt. It made her sick. Liars. That's all she'd met in her life. No one she could trust.
Well, perhaps one. One person she could trust. One person she really cared for, who cared for her. Well, he had. She truly was alone.
But it no longer mattered. Companionship was a human need, and she was far from human. Torey felt every bit the monster. And monster's didn't think. Monster's only avenged.
She tuned herself back into the speech. The more Bradley spoke, the more it enraged her. Until finally, she snapped. She couldn't control it. The monster got the best of her.
~&~
"Such is my promise to you all," Bradley continued, his voice dripping with conviction. "I swear to NEVER allow what happened to my daughter happen again." The daughter mention hooked them. Now, all he had to do was reel them in. "Victoria was my life, taken from me with such ruthlessness-" A strange fizz sounded by the cameras. The lights one by one went out. "And in cold blood." Bradley stared out as the camera men fiddled with their machines, trying to figure out what had happened. "I made that promise to her. That this would never happen again." A strange sensation overcame Bradley. His chest tightened. "And, I make-" He held on to the podium to keep himself up, as he found it harder to stand. "this promise-" The sensation hit harder, and he collapsed in agony. The crowd replied in shock, rushing forward, only to be stopped by a voice at the back.
"LIAR!" Torey screamed, electricity dancing about her body. The crowd parted for her, as she approached. Tears streamed down her face. "How could you? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?"
Bradley looked up into his daughter's face. Shock and fear swept over his own. He would have moved away, could he. But she was stronger than he could ever have imagined. Her power had been trained. She knew what she was doing. "Victoria, please-" he tried.
"NO!" she screeched. "NO! Don't EVER call me that again! YOU did this to me! WHY??? WHY DID YOU MAKE ME A MONSTER?"
Torey started the kill. She could feel his end coming. "You cursed me. You took my life." She could feel herself sneer, and felt the same twisted satisfaction she felt the night she killed those soldiers. "Now I'll take yours." She was about to make her final pull, when she felt a strange displacement. Suddenly, she found herself in a back alley, electricity shooting from her, and a fuzzy elf lying not far away.
"Torey!" he lifted his head and moved over. "Are you ok? Here, let me help- "
She pushed him away roughly. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"What?" he replied. "Are you kidding? That crowd would have lynched you!"
"I'd have preferred that to living another day with this curse," she spat angrily, before burying her head in her hands and sobbing.
"Liebeschen," Kurt put his arms around her. "It's only a curse if you let it be. Come back to the institute with me. We can-"
"NO! I can never go back there!" She stood. "Don't you understand that, Kurt? I can't trust anyone anymore." She turned away. "And no one can trust me."
Kurt sighed. "Torey," he began. "You can trust me. You've always been able to. I think you know that. I care about you. And deep down, I think you know what is right."
Torey bit her lip, eyes stinging with tears. After a moment of silence, she spoke. "You're right," she told him. "I do." Without hesitation, she ran toward him, pushing her lips to his.
Kurt was caught by surprise, but quickly settled into the kiss. It wasn't a romantic kiss, it wasn't a promise of anything to come. A tear slid down his cheek as he realized what this kiss was.
Torey pulled away, looking into his golden eyes, her own spilling tears. She wiped the single tear from his furred cheek and leaned toward his ear, whispering, "Don't follow me." before turning away and running out into the street.
The teenager stood, brushing his fingers over his lips, hoping to always remember the feeling of her goodbye. After much debate, he teleported, leaving nothing but a small cloud in his place in the alley.
~&~
Torey turned down a corner, collapsing into another alleyway. She thanked whatever God there was that he didn't follow her. She wouldn't have been able to say no to him this time.
Why did it have to be like this? She wanted more than anything to return with Kurt, to ignore all that had happened, and be happy again. But it was impossible. That part of her life was over, she could NEVER go to the institute again without being reminded of everything it caused. At this moment, it held the same distaste that the facility did. Only the facility was meant to be hell. The institute lied.
Picking herself up, she meandered through the city, keeping as out of site as possible. It seemed that Kurt had taken them a long distance from City Hall, so she went about very much unrecognized. In the back of her head, a voice nagged. What is she going to do? Where is she going to go? She tried to ignore it, but it got the best of her.
Torey sat in an old doorway, of a long condemned building. Drawing her knees under her chin, she wrapped her arms around then and cried.
"It is quite shocking to see a being of your power be so weak, Miss Bradley."
Torey looked up at the man before her. Quite well dressed, he looked to her with a knowing smirk on his face. He extended his hand to her.
The girl looked at his hand, and spat at his feet. "I don't have any power. And whatever you want, I'm not interested."
The man withdrew his hand, pulling a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket. "I suggest you listen, Miss Bradley. You may find my proposal most interesting. I will leave the decision up to you, of course. And you will be commissioned, handsomely at that. All I ask is one little thing."
Her ears perked up. Money. She needed that. Turning her body toward him, she answered. "What do you want?"
He took a long drag on his cigarette. "Mutants, child. They are nothing mo than a plague. It is unfortunate, but you know this first hand. The true horror mutants can wreak upon the world. And humans are out and out defenseless against this."
Torey thought over his words. What right did mutants have to exist in this world? A world not made for them, but for humans. Mutants walked the earth, tainting the gene pool. What right did they have? Torey felt her skin crawl as she understood now the mutant problem. It WAS a problem. And she was ashamed to be a part of it.
The man continued. "A young mutant has become a problem for me. It doesn't matter how or what. His name is Davis Cameron. I would like you to.....take care of him for me."
Kill him? He wanted her to kill him? Could she do it? Could she seriously take someone else's life, someone she didn't even know?
"Again, you will be compensated. Quite well. And, I would like to remind you that currently you are a fugitive. You really have no other choice. I only want you for this one job, and then we never have to speak again." He flicked the butt into the doorway. "DO we have a deal, Miss Bradley?" He extended his hand.
"Don't call me that," the girl looked at him hatefully. "Don't EVER call me that."
"Then, what would you prefer, child?"
Torey took the mans hand, pulling herself up from the ground. She dusted herself off, and looked him in the eye. "Call me Current."
THE END
~&~
*Sigh* Yes, That is the end of 647d12. But, I DO have plans for a sequel. When it happens, I have no idea. But I would like to, eventually write the sequel.
Sashi: Ummm.ok..
Kiki: Here it is!! Hopefully it's everything you expected and more ;).
Xerios: Thanks for reading! And the background music!
NamelessMoonshine: Yeah, I'm very elementary with my emotions. I don't know much past these ;p ;) etc...but thanx for the lesson!
Ok, kiddies. Sit down, and enjoy the final installment of 647d12!
Disclaimer: You better watch who you're calling a child, Lois, because if I'm a child, you know what that makes you? A pedophile. And I'll be damned if I'm going to stand here and be lectured by a pervert.
~&~
It was early morning hours as the news crews set up. Wires were run, cameras tweaked and positioned, in preparation for Senator Bradley's speech on the steps of New York City's City Hall. Bradley was already ahead of his opponent in the polls, and this speech could be the clincher. In this next hour and a half, he could win over New York in the primaries. In a largely democratic state, this could mean the world.
People began to gather, many with pins and placards bearing Bradley's name. Bundled up against the slightly frigid air, they awaited their candidate with anticipation. Even a few zealots littered the crowd, anti-mutant phrases advertised on large placards.
In five, the camera's were rolling, recording and broadcasting this momentous event. Miniature American flags were raised and waved vigorously as the candidate of the moment took his place behind the podium. He stared out on the crowd as he welcomed them, speaking with a confidence and compassion that found its way directly to their hearts. Here was a man who had lost one who he loved so dear. And he was out to make sure it never happened again. Who could not respect that?
~&~
She crouched behind a news van, waiting for the speech to begin. She bristled as the crowd erupted in applause, welcoming the Senator. Peering over the van hood, she could see him. Her father. The man who had given her life. And given her this curse. She calmed herself, pulling control over her power. She could do this.
Memories flooded in as this man began to speak. It was that same voice that had tucked her in to bed. That same voice that had read her stories, or soothed her when she was hurt. It made her sick. Liars. That's all she'd met in her life. No one she could trust.
Well, perhaps one. One person she could trust. One person she really cared for, who cared for her. Well, he had. She truly was alone.
But it no longer mattered. Companionship was a human need, and she was far from human. Torey felt every bit the monster. And monster's didn't think. Monster's only avenged.
She tuned herself back into the speech. The more Bradley spoke, the more it enraged her. Until finally, she snapped. She couldn't control it. The monster got the best of her.
~&~
"Such is my promise to you all," Bradley continued, his voice dripping with conviction. "I swear to NEVER allow what happened to my daughter happen again." The daughter mention hooked them. Now, all he had to do was reel them in. "Victoria was my life, taken from me with such ruthlessness-" A strange fizz sounded by the cameras. The lights one by one went out. "And in cold blood." Bradley stared out as the camera men fiddled with their machines, trying to figure out what had happened. "I made that promise to her. That this would never happen again." A strange sensation overcame Bradley. His chest tightened. "And, I make-" He held on to the podium to keep himself up, as he found it harder to stand. "this promise-" The sensation hit harder, and he collapsed in agony. The crowd replied in shock, rushing forward, only to be stopped by a voice at the back.
"LIAR!" Torey screamed, electricity dancing about her body. The crowd parted for her, as she approached. Tears streamed down her face. "How could you? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?"
Bradley looked up into his daughter's face. Shock and fear swept over his own. He would have moved away, could he. But she was stronger than he could ever have imagined. Her power had been trained. She knew what she was doing. "Victoria, please-" he tried.
"NO!" she screeched. "NO! Don't EVER call me that again! YOU did this to me! WHY??? WHY DID YOU MAKE ME A MONSTER?"
Torey started the kill. She could feel his end coming. "You cursed me. You took my life." She could feel herself sneer, and felt the same twisted satisfaction she felt the night she killed those soldiers. "Now I'll take yours." She was about to make her final pull, when she felt a strange displacement. Suddenly, she found herself in a back alley, electricity shooting from her, and a fuzzy elf lying not far away.
"Torey!" he lifted his head and moved over. "Are you ok? Here, let me help- "
She pushed him away roughly. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"What?" he replied. "Are you kidding? That crowd would have lynched you!"
"I'd have preferred that to living another day with this curse," she spat angrily, before burying her head in her hands and sobbing.
"Liebeschen," Kurt put his arms around her. "It's only a curse if you let it be. Come back to the institute with me. We can-"
"NO! I can never go back there!" She stood. "Don't you understand that, Kurt? I can't trust anyone anymore." She turned away. "And no one can trust me."
Kurt sighed. "Torey," he began. "You can trust me. You've always been able to. I think you know that. I care about you. And deep down, I think you know what is right."
Torey bit her lip, eyes stinging with tears. After a moment of silence, she spoke. "You're right," she told him. "I do." Without hesitation, she ran toward him, pushing her lips to his.
Kurt was caught by surprise, but quickly settled into the kiss. It wasn't a romantic kiss, it wasn't a promise of anything to come. A tear slid down his cheek as he realized what this kiss was.
Torey pulled away, looking into his golden eyes, her own spilling tears. She wiped the single tear from his furred cheek and leaned toward his ear, whispering, "Don't follow me." before turning away and running out into the street.
The teenager stood, brushing his fingers over his lips, hoping to always remember the feeling of her goodbye. After much debate, he teleported, leaving nothing but a small cloud in his place in the alley.
~&~
Torey turned down a corner, collapsing into another alleyway. She thanked whatever God there was that he didn't follow her. She wouldn't have been able to say no to him this time.
Why did it have to be like this? She wanted more than anything to return with Kurt, to ignore all that had happened, and be happy again. But it was impossible. That part of her life was over, she could NEVER go to the institute again without being reminded of everything it caused. At this moment, it held the same distaste that the facility did. Only the facility was meant to be hell. The institute lied.
Picking herself up, she meandered through the city, keeping as out of site as possible. It seemed that Kurt had taken them a long distance from City Hall, so she went about very much unrecognized. In the back of her head, a voice nagged. What is she going to do? Where is she going to go? She tried to ignore it, but it got the best of her.
Torey sat in an old doorway, of a long condemned building. Drawing her knees under her chin, she wrapped her arms around then and cried.
"It is quite shocking to see a being of your power be so weak, Miss Bradley."
Torey looked up at the man before her. Quite well dressed, he looked to her with a knowing smirk on his face. He extended his hand to her.
The girl looked at his hand, and spat at his feet. "I don't have any power. And whatever you want, I'm not interested."
The man withdrew his hand, pulling a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket. "I suggest you listen, Miss Bradley. You may find my proposal most interesting. I will leave the decision up to you, of course. And you will be commissioned, handsomely at that. All I ask is one little thing."
Her ears perked up. Money. She needed that. Turning her body toward him, she answered. "What do you want?"
He took a long drag on his cigarette. "Mutants, child. They are nothing mo than a plague. It is unfortunate, but you know this first hand. The true horror mutants can wreak upon the world. And humans are out and out defenseless against this."
Torey thought over his words. What right did mutants have to exist in this world? A world not made for them, but for humans. Mutants walked the earth, tainting the gene pool. What right did they have? Torey felt her skin crawl as she understood now the mutant problem. It WAS a problem. And she was ashamed to be a part of it.
The man continued. "A young mutant has become a problem for me. It doesn't matter how or what. His name is Davis Cameron. I would like you to.....take care of him for me."
Kill him? He wanted her to kill him? Could she do it? Could she seriously take someone else's life, someone she didn't even know?
"Again, you will be compensated. Quite well. And, I would like to remind you that currently you are a fugitive. You really have no other choice. I only want you for this one job, and then we never have to speak again." He flicked the butt into the doorway. "DO we have a deal, Miss Bradley?" He extended his hand.
"Don't call me that," the girl looked at him hatefully. "Don't EVER call me that."
"Then, what would you prefer, child?"
Torey took the mans hand, pulling herself up from the ground. She dusted herself off, and looked him in the eye. "Call me Current."
THE END
~&~
*Sigh* Yes, That is the end of 647d12. But, I DO have plans for a sequel. When it happens, I have no idea. But I would like to, eventually write the sequel.