Hi there! I know that you are extremely pissed at a certain someone,
*cough*me*cough*, so I will get straight to the story instead of my usual
author notes.
Only Human, Chapter 5
He took one look at the Menacing, blue depths, and started to walk away. There was no way he was swimming in that! He could vaguely remember a beautiful, blond woman laughing and clapping while he was in the water, but that was along time ago, he didn't even remember who she was, although he did suspect that it was his mother.
Suddenly, someone put their hands on his shoulders and steered him forcefully back to the pool. He didn't know who it was, but then;
"Come on, we have to get your scuba gear fitted." Marie spun him to face her and, as if to catch him off guard, she asked suddenly;
"What's your name?" But he just shook his head. She sighed.
"Fine, be that way. Now, about this scuba gear I think we should start putting it on . . ."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Marie had to fight hard not to laugh. He looked so hilarious! The boy looked over in her direction, and for a moment, she thought she see the ghost of an emotion flit across his face. Was that anger she saw, clouding his eyes?
He shook himself and Marie smiled. At least they knew that he was still capable of human emotions, even if he tried hard to hide it.
"Ah thought Scott said that know one was out here." Marie stiffened. It was that girl. The mysterious X-Woman nobody talked about. The majority of the mansion didn't know very much about her, and those who did, obviously kept it to themselves. Nobody even knew her real name.
She had a 'killer body' as some of the more male residents had put it, and was in her early twenty's, with long, wavy brown hair, and emerald green eyes that seemed to burn with an unquenchable fire. But by far the most strange, and some what seductive feature this woman had to offer, was the white streak that ran straight through her hair. You could tell, just by looking at it that it was natural and not dye, as some of the other girls would have liked to believe. Marie was burning to know how she had gotten it, but she didn't dare ask. To tell you the truth, Marie was some what scared of the mysterious lady, because there was no telling what would happen when she was around. However, the boy standing next to her had a very different reaction.
The reaction wasn't love or lust, as some people would expect. The first, and strongest feeling he had towards this beautiful stranger was the eerie sense of Dejavu. She reminded him of something nagging at the back of his brain, someone he new quite well, but couldn't quite remember who . . . then the answer hit him; She reminded him of himself!
Her face, under that gorgeous mask, was hard, and the way her full lips curved down at the edges suggested that she had been given more than her fair share of hardship. Then, his *senses, so finely tuned from years on the streets, were overwhelmed, screaming to him. He fought the urge to run, as he identified the aurora of destruction floating in the air. This woman was dangerous.
Suddenly the woman's head snapped up, and she turned on her heel to run swiftly down to the mansion, where she opened the door, and slipped inside*. All this happened in a matter of seconds, and Marie had to blink a few times for her brain to register what had just happened.
"Umm . . . that was Rogue." The boy raised an eye brow and she shrugged.
"Just thought you might want to know" Her eyes fell on the scuba gear he was still tangled in, and she giggled.
"Here, let me help with that. That tube goes there, and that strap needs to be tightened . . ." she quickly re-adjusted the gear he had found so difficult, before slipping a pair of florescent pink goggles over his head.
Once again, he raised an eyebrow, and Marie sighed impatiently.
"Do that again and I'll shave your eyebrows off." She said lightly. The eyebrow travelled even higher, until it was in danger of disappearing into his hair.
"Look, it was the only pair left!" She said, refiring to the goggles. He shrugged.
"Ok, now just take a deep breath." She thrust the tube that would supply his oxygen into his mouth, and before he knew what was happening, she had pushed him over the edge of the pool, and he hurtled into the depths of that cold, black water.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Now you might think, well, what harm could it do? It would only be a few metres deep! Well, I'm here to tell you that you are very wrong. This was no ordinary pool. This pool was designed and built for the residents of the mansion, many of whom were some what more . . . dependent on the marine environment that was the pool, if you catch my drift.
So, therefore, the pool would have to be a little deeper then a normal pool. Oh, I'm sorry, did I say a little? Well I meant A LOT deeper. This pool was about 10/20 metres deep, AT THE LEAST. So it was, naturally the best place possible to go scuba diving. It was also the most dangerous. This was exactly why Logan was sitting at the other side of the pool, watching and listening.
So imagine, for a minute, that you were the poor boy, who, I might add, could hardly remember how to swim, and you had been pushed into this pool's terrifying depths, how would you feel? Well, he was terrified. He sank like a stone, but then he realised something. He was actually enjoying himself. There was something about the cool water on his cheeks, and the mass above gently bearing down on him that was . . . soothing. He let out the breath he was holding and then, he realised something else, some thing terrifying. HE COULDN'T BREATH!!!!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Marie watched as her 'friend', if you would call him that, started to sink. About halve way down, he started to jerk. At first, she thought it was just the water warping his dark form, but soon, there was no mistake. He was drowning!!!!
"Logan!" She screamed, but he was already up, and running, having smelt Marie's fear. He dived into the pool, and she started to scream louder. Soon, a number of other people were all running from the mansion, to see what was going on. Meanwhile, Logan started to swim towards the now rapidly sinking boy. He tore off the boy's heavy equipment, and started to make for the surface, clutching the boy to his chest.
As Logan broke the surface, strong arms lifted the boy from his grasp.
"Oh my god, he's not breathing!"
"I'm telling you, I made sure that the tank was full!" Marie sobbed into a very stricken blue, fuzzy man's jacket, as he tried to comfort her*.
And as a huge hairy blue man, who strongly resembled a very feline bear, whisked the boy away, that boy was dimly aware of an old emotion, that he had thought he would never feel again when he had come to this place. That emotion . . . that terrible, disgusting emotion . . . was the sense of bitter, overwhelming . . .
Betrayal.
* * * * * * * * * * * * Well, pplz, this IS a tragedy after all. Just to keep the questions at bay, here is what the asterixis mean, in order:
* This is NOT his 'power'; he just picked it up off the streets. Hey, you would have it to, if drunks were always throwing beer bottles at you and Psycho's were going to murder you because they thought you were inside their head talking to them, etc, etc.
* I'm planning on doing a mini series that branch off this one about Rogue and Remy's relationship at that time. Think it's a good idea? Review and tell me!! (If I decide to do it, you will find out what Rogue was running to)
*I COULD'T HELP IT!!! IT WAS THE COOKIES' FAULT! THE COOKIES I TELL YOU!!!! Oh, fine, so I have hardly any will power! Big deal! I had to put in night crawler, he's my favourite character!!!!! *goes all funny and weird* see if you can spot him! *girlish giggle* Plus, Kurt is not Marie's boyfriend or anything, he just happened to be there, and because of his sweet nature, he decided to comfort the poor girl. After all, who wouldn't?!
Read and Review Pplz!!!! Also, please read my best friend, Panda-Monium's story, because I know the entire story line to it and I recon it rocks, man!!!!!
Keep readen' (and writin')
~Kookie Dough~ {Known to most of you as velvetine rose}
Only Human, Chapter 5
He took one look at the Menacing, blue depths, and started to walk away. There was no way he was swimming in that! He could vaguely remember a beautiful, blond woman laughing and clapping while he was in the water, but that was along time ago, he didn't even remember who she was, although he did suspect that it was his mother.
Suddenly, someone put their hands on his shoulders and steered him forcefully back to the pool. He didn't know who it was, but then;
"Come on, we have to get your scuba gear fitted." Marie spun him to face her and, as if to catch him off guard, she asked suddenly;
"What's your name?" But he just shook his head. She sighed.
"Fine, be that way. Now, about this scuba gear I think we should start putting it on . . ."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Marie had to fight hard not to laugh. He looked so hilarious! The boy looked over in her direction, and for a moment, she thought she see the ghost of an emotion flit across his face. Was that anger she saw, clouding his eyes?
He shook himself and Marie smiled. At least they knew that he was still capable of human emotions, even if he tried hard to hide it.
"Ah thought Scott said that know one was out here." Marie stiffened. It was that girl. The mysterious X-Woman nobody talked about. The majority of the mansion didn't know very much about her, and those who did, obviously kept it to themselves. Nobody even knew her real name.
She had a 'killer body' as some of the more male residents had put it, and was in her early twenty's, with long, wavy brown hair, and emerald green eyes that seemed to burn with an unquenchable fire. But by far the most strange, and some what seductive feature this woman had to offer, was the white streak that ran straight through her hair. You could tell, just by looking at it that it was natural and not dye, as some of the other girls would have liked to believe. Marie was burning to know how she had gotten it, but she didn't dare ask. To tell you the truth, Marie was some what scared of the mysterious lady, because there was no telling what would happen when she was around. However, the boy standing next to her had a very different reaction.
The reaction wasn't love or lust, as some people would expect. The first, and strongest feeling he had towards this beautiful stranger was the eerie sense of Dejavu. She reminded him of something nagging at the back of his brain, someone he new quite well, but couldn't quite remember who . . . then the answer hit him; She reminded him of himself!
Her face, under that gorgeous mask, was hard, and the way her full lips curved down at the edges suggested that she had been given more than her fair share of hardship. Then, his *senses, so finely tuned from years on the streets, were overwhelmed, screaming to him. He fought the urge to run, as he identified the aurora of destruction floating in the air. This woman was dangerous.
Suddenly the woman's head snapped up, and she turned on her heel to run swiftly down to the mansion, where she opened the door, and slipped inside*. All this happened in a matter of seconds, and Marie had to blink a few times for her brain to register what had just happened.
"Umm . . . that was Rogue." The boy raised an eye brow and she shrugged.
"Just thought you might want to know" Her eyes fell on the scuba gear he was still tangled in, and she giggled.
"Here, let me help with that. That tube goes there, and that strap needs to be tightened . . ." she quickly re-adjusted the gear he had found so difficult, before slipping a pair of florescent pink goggles over his head.
Once again, he raised an eyebrow, and Marie sighed impatiently.
"Do that again and I'll shave your eyebrows off." She said lightly. The eyebrow travelled even higher, until it was in danger of disappearing into his hair.
"Look, it was the only pair left!" She said, refiring to the goggles. He shrugged.
"Ok, now just take a deep breath." She thrust the tube that would supply his oxygen into his mouth, and before he knew what was happening, she had pushed him over the edge of the pool, and he hurtled into the depths of that cold, black water.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Now you might think, well, what harm could it do? It would only be a few metres deep! Well, I'm here to tell you that you are very wrong. This was no ordinary pool. This pool was designed and built for the residents of the mansion, many of whom were some what more . . . dependent on the marine environment that was the pool, if you catch my drift.
So, therefore, the pool would have to be a little deeper then a normal pool. Oh, I'm sorry, did I say a little? Well I meant A LOT deeper. This pool was about 10/20 metres deep, AT THE LEAST. So it was, naturally the best place possible to go scuba diving. It was also the most dangerous. This was exactly why Logan was sitting at the other side of the pool, watching and listening.
So imagine, for a minute, that you were the poor boy, who, I might add, could hardly remember how to swim, and you had been pushed into this pool's terrifying depths, how would you feel? Well, he was terrified. He sank like a stone, but then he realised something. He was actually enjoying himself. There was something about the cool water on his cheeks, and the mass above gently bearing down on him that was . . . soothing. He let out the breath he was holding and then, he realised something else, some thing terrifying. HE COULDN'T BREATH!!!!
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Marie watched as her 'friend', if you would call him that, started to sink. About halve way down, he started to jerk. At first, she thought it was just the water warping his dark form, but soon, there was no mistake. He was drowning!!!!
"Logan!" She screamed, but he was already up, and running, having smelt Marie's fear. He dived into the pool, and she started to scream louder. Soon, a number of other people were all running from the mansion, to see what was going on. Meanwhile, Logan started to swim towards the now rapidly sinking boy. He tore off the boy's heavy equipment, and started to make for the surface, clutching the boy to his chest.
As Logan broke the surface, strong arms lifted the boy from his grasp.
"Oh my god, he's not breathing!"
"I'm telling you, I made sure that the tank was full!" Marie sobbed into a very stricken blue, fuzzy man's jacket, as he tried to comfort her*.
And as a huge hairy blue man, who strongly resembled a very feline bear, whisked the boy away, that boy was dimly aware of an old emotion, that he had thought he would never feel again when he had come to this place. That emotion . . . that terrible, disgusting emotion . . . was the sense of bitter, overwhelming . . .
Betrayal.
* * * * * * * * * * * * Well, pplz, this IS a tragedy after all. Just to keep the questions at bay, here is what the asterixis mean, in order:
* This is NOT his 'power'; he just picked it up off the streets. Hey, you would have it to, if drunks were always throwing beer bottles at you and Psycho's were going to murder you because they thought you were inside their head talking to them, etc, etc.
* I'm planning on doing a mini series that branch off this one about Rogue and Remy's relationship at that time. Think it's a good idea? Review and tell me!! (If I decide to do it, you will find out what Rogue was running to)
*I COULD'T HELP IT!!! IT WAS THE COOKIES' FAULT! THE COOKIES I TELL YOU!!!! Oh, fine, so I have hardly any will power! Big deal! I had to put in night crawler, he's my favourite character!!!!! *goes all funny and weird* see if you can spot him! *girlish giggle* Plus, Kurt is not Marie's boyfriend or anything, he just happened to be there, and because of his sweet nature, he decided to comfort the poor girl. After all, who wouldn't?!
Read and Review Pplz!!!! Also, please read my best friend, Panda-Monium's story, because I know the entire story line to it and I recon it rocks, man!!!!!
Keep readen' (and writin')
~Kookie Dough~ {Known to most of you as velvetine rose}