Hey guys! I'm a little surprised that people actually want me to continue. I didn't get my 70 reviews yet. But, my little fiction bunny is telling me to ignore my Trigonometry homework and get on with something really important. Like the story. I will not, however, tell you who the father of Alana's child is unless you write me up to 70 reviews. Mwa-ha-ha!
'Till the End
Chapter Thirteen
Visions
"Pregnant?"
"I'm sorry, Charles. Please, take into account everything I've told you. I need you to remember what I was going through. In order for you to... understand," Alana turned around and the room spun again. When the room stopped they were once again in a hospital room. This time, however, there was a very tired woman in the hospital bed holding out her arms.
"Congratulations, ma'am. It's a girl," said the nurse as she placed the squirming bundle in the new mother's arms.
"My beautiful little girl. My little super hero," suddenly the mother gasped, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted. The picture froze.
"When I fainted I saw what my daughter would eventually become. I saw how beautiful and smart she would be. I saw how loving and how loved she would be. I saw her power. But I also saw that she would be tested and betrayed before she could ever truly be happy. Before she could find her true love."
The scene spun again; this time landing on the mother and a young girl of three or four years of age. There were spring flowers everywhere, making the two look as though they were a painting. They were going down a slide in a park, just then. The little girl had her hands on her hat and the mother, who was underneath her, was holding tightly to the little girl's waist.
"By day I was a secretary. By afternoon I was a single mother. But by night I was a teacher of heroes."
The scene shifted again. It was night and they were on top of an apartment building. Looking over the edge was a woman in her late twenties. She was wearing a green leotard that seemed to be made of vines. Her arms were twined with vines that went up to, and covered, her face. Her eyes were the same deep green as her costume. And her waist length hair matched her blood red fingernails. She wore a green cloak to block the cold of the night, and it was currently flying behind her in the wind.
Next to the woman was a young man, no more than twenty-three. He was wearing a tight-fitting black uniform with a blue bird across his chest. Covering his face, and keeping his identity a secret, was a black mask that looked as though it were a bird. (A.N. Yeah, it's Nightwing. Trust me it gets worse.)
"This was the night when I received the second vision of my daughter. I was out prowling the city with Nightwing. When it happened I almost fell off the building. I saw what I had to do to set in motion my daughter's life. I saw that she would be hurt, that she wouldn't understand, that she would be alone, so alone." Alana wiped away her tears and looked at where Desert Rose and Nightwing were standing. "I saw who I was to give her to. I knew that she would be raised well. I knew that she would be taken care of. I knew that, because I let her go, she would find her true love. And she has. At this very moment they are celebrating their anniversary...on the moon. I like him Charles," Alana said half turning towards him and smiling forlornly. "I didn't make a lot of good choices in my life, Charles. But I'm glad that, because of this sorrow I carry with me, my baby's happy. The sparkle I can see in their eyes and feel in their spirits shows me that I did the right thing. He's a good man and he loves her. Their love is a love that could surpass anything.
"I need you to take care of her, please. Her powers have grown to their full potential. She has them completely under control, now. But, she still needs to talk about her problems with someone that will understand. The person she would have talked to," Alana smiled secretively, "doesn't exactly fit that profile anymore."
"Lana, who is she? How is she on the moon? Is that one of her powers? Does she know that you're her mother? Who's her 'true love'? Better yet, who did you give her to?"
"You'll know the answer to these questions when the time comes, Charles. I want you to know how much I love you, Charles," Alana whispered. "And I wanted to say what I couldn't bare to say before," with tears flowing freely down her face Alana Shea kissed Charles Xavier softly and said, "Good-bye."
With that the vision disappeared and in the loneliest room of the entire mansion the Professor rolled silently over in his sleep. He slept soundly, his chest rising and falling softly, for an hour or so. His wake-up call, however, was not as peaceful.
**PROFFESSOR! PROFFESSOR, SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH ROGUE!**