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Notes: Kay this chapter is just uh...it's just. I don't know. But it deals with attempted something. You guess. Or read.
Shattered: Part 4
After the two weeks that passed after Ororo had watched John for one of the first times she noticed something. John was becoming more and more withdrawn, rarely speaking with anybody at all. The second week she noticed something very wrong with John. Finally she could no longer hold back her feelings that something was wrong with John...
"John!" Ororo shouted catching up to him, she couldn't help but notice he jumped when she shouted his name.
She was a little out of breath when she caught up to him.
"John," Ororo gently said, "I need to talk to you about something, okay?"
John nodded and looked around nervously, then checked his watch.
"I need to talk to you about Bobby," she gently said again, she noticed a small look of fear in John's eyes as she said that, but continued," You and Bobby have recently become roommates, have you not? And you two are going out, right?"
John nodded to both questions, checking his watch again.
"I-" Before Ororo could finish John spoke out, "Bobby and I have been dating, but I have a date with him that I don't want to miss...so could I please go? And please don't tell Rogue about this."
Ororo nodded and John sped off. She sighed and remembered how John looked and behaved. He was a far cry from how he looked and behaved weeks ago.
Physically he looked okay, most of the time that is. Sometimes when he came to class was paler beyond any point she'd seen him before. His eyes always looked so sad when she saw him in class...so haunted. She could tell that he was losing weight now. The clothes that fit him almost perfectly a month ago now hung baggily on him.
But his mental state was the worst. Anytime she'd call him in class he always jumped slightly, before in class he would have made a sarcastic remark...she even would enjoy a prank or two from him now. He shied away from the rest of anybody in the school and would barely even talk to the professor.
Ororo sighed walked on to her classroom, she had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that told her all of this had happened when Bobby became Johns roommate, but ignored the feeling.
Bobby had always seemed so nice to her...he couldn't possibly be involved, could he?
John was pushed into the wall, Bobby's hand around his throat.
"You didn't tell her anything right!?!" Bobby yelled at John, pushing him harder into the wall.
"N-no," John barely managed to squeak out when he was thrown onto the floor.
Bobby punched him in the face for what seemed like the millionth time today," Are you sure?" Bobby asked again, fist ready to swing at Johns face, John nodded and looked down.
"Good," Bobby growled and got up, he looked at the place in disgust," Fix the place out while I'm gone...I have a date with Rogue. Make sure it's cleaned up before I get back, you better be glad I'm in a good mood today."
With that Bobby grabbed his jacket and left. John sighed softly,' Thank god Bobby was in a good mood.' John ignored the slight pain in his ribs and neck and started cleaning up the place.
It took two hours and forty-five minutes to clean the entire place. After John was done he collapsed onto Bobby's bed and soon fell asleep. But it was by far not a restful one...
---dream---
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe at all and he didn't know why. It was like something closed off his throat, something cold. He struggled against whatever was attacking him, if even something was. But he was too week from the oxygen loss.
Suddenly he could breathe again. He breathed in a painful breath, what had just happened? He breathed again and released the breath in a sigh of relief. Unfortunately the relief was gone in almost an instant.
He felt a hand wrap itself around his throat. He couldn't breath again and he was so cold. Then something hit him in the back of the head but he was not unconscious, yet. The hand released itself but then slammed into his ribs. He felt and heard a painful crunch sound.
His breath was suddenly taken away from him again, due to the punch. He felt something connect with his head, and he slid down...at least he guessed he slid down. He didn't even know where he was to begin with. Suddenly his air was cut off in the strangest way. He felt something kiss him.
The same coldness filled him, but it was ten fold. He could feel everything in him freeze. It felt like a blizzard was all around him. He was so cold...so cold...
---dream---
John gasped as he shot up from his bed. He still felt the coldness all around him. He shivered. 'It was just a dream?' he asked himself.
John got out of the bed and staggered into the bathroom. He locked the door once he was inside. The mirror reflected his face, which was looked far too pale. His eyes looked more haunted then they had ever before. What was worst though was that John's lips were deep blue and purple. That's what scarred him the most. Until he took of his shirt.
When John took off his shirt he expected to see light bruises. But instead he saw dark bruises and his entire chest looked inflamed and red. Instead of the light mark that had would have been on his neck there was a darker and deeper looking red mark.
He gasped as he felt like the same cold had entered him again. He jumped backwards as he gasped. When John looked back up at the mirror again he saw that his blue lips, rib bruises, and neck mark were all gone. Simply gone.
John shook his head. It was too much for him. Even though all the physical evidence of the dream was gone he could still feel the cold presence. It was too much for him. Too much.
He was so close...all he needed to do was reach for the thing by him. It was all he had to do. All he had to do was pick up that knife and the cold feeling would vanish. He would vanish. That was all he wanted to do.
He jumped. The door that had slammed scared him. Bobby was home. The fear intensified, along with the cold.
He did it, he picked up the knife. Suddenly he was aware of the fact that his blood, his blood, was pooling around him. And he realized he was on the ground.
He knew Bobby would be coming into the bathroom any second now. He could feel the cold of the door freezing over. 'It could be over so soon,' he thought to himself,' please don't let him get into here.' Unfortunately his wish was not granted. The door shattered inwards.
He closed his eyes, he could hear Bobby walking towards him. He wanted to open his eyes, but now he was too weak to open them. He felt the same glow and felt the healing begin, but was far from happy. finally he had enough strength to open his eyes, so he did.
Bobby looked at John in disgust.
"Johnny-boy," Bobby smirked, "I'm very disappointed in you. You thought you could actually get away from me?"
John didn't look down, he wanted to but didn't. Bobby stared at him, then walked out the bathroom. John still didn't get up. He wasn't very aware that the ice disappeared. He didn't mind. He just stared up at the ceiling, wondering why nothing would ever come true for him. That was all there was left now. Wondering.
tbc.
A/N: Wasn't that just...great? Well only 4 more parts left (I think). But I will have an 'interlude'. Then a sequel to Shattered (called Tangled) Then a sequel to that one. Wooo. Lots of writing :)
Notes: Kay this chapter is just uh...it's just. I don't know. But it deals with attempted something. You guess. Or read.
Shattered: Part 4
After the two weeks that passed after Ororo had watched John for one of the first times she noticed something. John was becoming more and more withdrawn, rarely speaking with anybody at all. The second week she noticed something very wrong with John. Finally she could no longer hold back her feelings that something was wrong with John...
"John!" Ororo shouted catching up to him, she couldn't help but notice he jumped when she shouted his name.
She was a little out of breath when she caught up to him.
"John," Ororo gently said, "I need to talk to you about something, okay?"
John nodded and looked around nervously, then checked his watch.
"I need to talk to you about Bobby," she gently said again, she noticed a small look of fear in John's eyes as she said that, but continued," You and Bobby have recently become roommates, have you not? And you two are going out, right?"
John nodded to both questions, checking his watch again.
"I-" Before Ororo could finish John spoke out, "Bobby and I have been dating, but I have a date with him that I don't want to miss...so could I please go? And please don't tell Rogue about this."
Ororo nodded and John sped off. She sighed and remembered how John looked and behaved. He was a far cry from how he looked and behaved weeks ago.
Physically he looked okay, most of the time that is. Sometimes when he came to class was paler beyond any point she'd seen him before. His eyes always looked so sad when she saw him in class...so haunted. She could tell that he was losing weight now. The clothes that fit him almost perfectly a month ago now hung baggily on him.
But his mental state was the worst. Anytime she'd call him in class he always jumped slightly, before in class he would have made a sarcastic remark...she even would enjoy a prank or two from him now. He shied away from the rest of anybody in the school and would barely even talk to the professor.
Ororo sighed walked on to her classroom, she had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that told her all of this had happened when Bobby became Johns roommate, but ignored the feeling.
Bobby had always seemed so nice to her...he couldn't possibly be involved, could he?
John was pushed into the wall, Bobby's hand around his throat.
"You didn't tell her anything right!?!" Bobby yelled at John, pushing him harder into the wall.
"N-no," John barely managed to squeak out when he was thrown onto the floor.
Bobby punched him in the face for what seemed like the millionth time today," Are you sure?" Bobby asked again, fist ready to swing at Johns face, John nodded and looked down.
"Good," Bobby growled and got up, he looked at the place in disgust," Fix the place out while I'm gone...I have a date with Rogue. Make sure it's cleaned up before I get back, you better be glad I'm in a good mood today."
With that Bobby grabbed his jacket and left. John sighed softly,' Thank god Bobby was in a good mood.' John ignored the slight pain in his ribs and neck and started cleaning up the place.
It took two hours and forty-five minutes to clean the entire place. After John was done he collapsed onto Bobby's bed and soon fell asleep. But it was by far not a restful one...
---dream---
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe at all and he didn't know why. It was like something closed off his throat, something cold. He struggled against whatever was attacking him, if even something was. But he was too week from the oxygen loss.
Suddenly he could breathe again. He breathed in a painful breath, what had just happened? He breathed again and released the breath in a sigh of relief. Unfortunately the relief was gone in almost an instant.
He felt a hand wrap itself around his throat. He couldn't breath again and he was so cold. Then something hit him in the back of the head but he was not unconscious, yet. The hand released itself but then slammed into his ribs. He felt and heard a painful crunch sound.
His breath was suddenly taken away from him again, due to the punch. He felt something connect with his head, and he slid down...at least he guessed he slid down. He didn't even know where he was to begin with. Suddenly his air was cut off in the strangest way. He felt something kiss him.
The same coldness filled him, but it was ten fold. He could feel everything in him freeze. It felt like a blizzard was all around him. He was so cold...so cold...
---dream---
John gasped as he shot up from his bed. He still felt the coldness all around him. He shivered. 'It was just a dream?' he asked himself.
John got out of the bed and staggered into the bathroom. He locked the door once he was inside. The mirror reflected his face, which was looked far too pale. His eyes looked more haunted then they had ever before. What was worst though was that John's lips were deep blue and purple. That's what scarred him the most. Until he took of his shirt.
When John took off his shirt he expected to see light bruises. But instead he saw dark bruises and his entire chest looked inflamed and red. Instead of the light mark that had would have been on his neck there was a darker and deeper looking red mark.
He gasped as he felt like the same cold had entered him again. He jumped backwards as he gasped. When John looked back up at the mirror again he saw that his blue lips, rib bruises, and neck mark were all gone. Simply gone.
John shook his head. It was too much for him. Even though all the physical evidence of the dream was gone he could still feel the cold presence. It was too much for him. Too much.
He was so close...all he needed to do was reach for the thing by him. It was all he had to do. All he had to do was pick up that knife and the cold feeling would vanish. He would vanish. That was all he wanted to do.
He jumped. The door that had slammed scared him. Bobby was home. The fear intensified, along with the cold.
He did it, he picked up the knife. Suddenly he was aware of the fact that his blood, his blood, was pooling around him. And he realized he was on the ground.
He knew Bobby would be coming into the bathroom any second now. He could feel the cold of the door freezing over. 'It could be over so soon,' he thought to himself,' please don't let him get into here.' Unfortunately his wish was not granted. The door shattered inwards.
He closed his eyes, he could hear Bobby walking towards him. He wanted to open his eyes, but now he was too weak to open them. He felt the same glow and felt the healing begin, but was far from happy. finally he had enough strength to open his eyes, so he did.
Bobby looked at John in disgust.
"Johnny-boy," Bobby smirked, "I'm very disappointed in you. You thought you could actually get away from me?"
John didn't look down, he wanted to but didn't. Bobby stared at him, then walked out the bathroom. John still didn't get up. He wasn't very aware that the ice disappeared. He didn't mind. He just stared up at the ceiling, wondering why nothing would ever come true for him. That was all there was left now. Wondering.
tbc.
A/N: Wasn't that just...great? Well only 4 more parts left (I think). But I will have an 'interlude'. Then a sequel to Shattered (called Tangled) Then a sequel to that one. Wooo. Lots of writing :)