Destiny Of A Hero
By: slickboy444
AN: Hello! Jack Robinson is back! This is the sequel to "Worse Than Death" that I have been planning for a while. Some of the details in this story relate to my the last fic, so I suggest you all read that one before you start with this one. If you want to know the whole series to this point, the stories are "Xtra Member," "Matchmaker," and "Worse Than Death." Before I get started I wish to thank one of my reviewers, Krall, for helping me with this story. And don't for get to REVIEW! Please tell me what you all think by posting it on fanfiction.net or send it to me at slickboy444@aol.com. Remember, I don't own the X-men, Zelda, or any of the songs I may mention in this story so please don't sue. I have nothing. Thanks and I hope you enjoy this story.
All my x-men evolution fics are dedicated to Jen (aka: littlesortaredheadedgirl) the author of the x-men evolution fic "Snow." I highly recommend you all read it.
AN: 'These mean character thoughts.'
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It had been a month and a half since the dreaded rampage of Morris, the madman that tortured and terrorized innocent people throughout the Northeast. He was dead now, thanks to the efforts of the X-men. With magic from the knowledge of Jack Robinson, the surviving victims made a full recovery. However, Jack didn't take that much pleasure in the accomplishment. After all, it was Scott and Jean who actually killed Morris and it was Scott who cast the healing spell that cured the victims. Despite the praise of his friends he still felt as if he failed them. They never knew Jack's true reasons for his attitude towards the subject. It was mainly because he knew how powerful he was from the triforce, but it took a weak spell from a madman to bring him to his knees. His mind was surging with self-doubt as he sat near the cliff behind the institute with his guitar.
"Hey Jack..." said a voice from behind him.
Jack turned around to see that it was Rogue, one of the few people besides Scott and the Professor he ever talked to at all anymore.
"Hey Rogue," replied Jack dryly.
Rogue walked up to where he was sitting.
"Mind if I sit?" she asked.
"Sure," replied Jack simply as he resumed strumming his guitar.
For the past few weeks Rogue had been trying to get Jack to open up. Since Morris incident he closed himself off more than ever. She knew what was bothering him because he had actually told her at one point. Yet, she promised not to tell the rest of the institute. For a moment they sat in silence as Rogue listened to the gentle sounds of Jack's guitar.
"The others have been worried about ya lately," said Rogue breaking the silence.
Jack stopped playing for just a moment.
"I had feeling they were."
"Well...Can ya blame em?" replied Rogue. "You haven't exactly been too up front lately."
"I know." Jack then went back to strumming his guitar, this time in a more saddened mood.
Rogue began to get frustrated with his reluctance. If he knew, then why was he keeping it up? There had to be a reason.
"Look Jack, ya know how the rest of us have been feelin' about ya lately and we've been tryin' to help ya the whole time, but we can't unless..."
"Rogue..." said Jack as he cut her off. She stopped immediately as Jack turned to look at her straight in the eye. In his eyes, there seemed to be untold amounts of inner conflict. "I'm sorry, I really am. But ever since you, the professor, and everybody else has been telling me it's time for me to confront my past...There have been many other things I've had to deal with...Things that I have tried very hard over the years to forget. And you also must understand...There are other things in my past I haven't told you or anybody else yet."
Rogue sighed upon hearing this, knowing he was being truthful.
"I know ya need time," said Rogue, "But ya also need to remember, that despite how bad yer past was...Ya survived, and it helped make ya strong."
"And weak at the same time," added Jack.
"And that's what we're tryin' to help ya with," said Rogue as she forced her point across. "Ya aren't alone here, we know how it feels to have a hard upbringing. I myself can relate."
"That's why I talk to you," replied Jack in a lighter tone.
Rogue smiled in light of this small, but welcomed change.
"I'm glad...I really am."
An awkward silence soon followed as the sounds of the night became the only thing that could be heard. Neither of them said anything for a good five minutes.
"So...Anything else on your mind?" said Rogue suddenly wanting to break the silence.
"Well besides bad dreams and everything that's happened to me, I don't think so," replied Jack.
"Bad dreams? About what?" asked Rogue curiously.
Jack just shook his head. "I wish I knew."
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In the distance from the windows of the mansion, Scott and Jean looked out over where Jack and Rogue were. They had also grown concerned for Jacks well being, but unlike the rest of the crew they actually saw what happened in the fight between Jack and Morris. They knew that the madman had some lasting effects on Jack's psyche and concern for him grew. Whatever Morris did to him, it wasn't something that disappeared so easily.
"I'm still worried about him Scott," said Jean as she watched Jack start to strum his guitar again.
"So am I," responded Scott.
Scott had been one of the few other people Jack was willing to talk to, but it was still limited. It didn't set either of their fears to rest.
"I just wish there was something...Anything we could do," said Scott.
"Same here, I know he needs it. I just can't imagine what Morris did to his mind," said Jean.
"Has he let you probe his mind or have you picked up any stray thoughts of his?" asked Scott.
Jean immediately shook her head. "No way, Jack takes mental shielding to a whole new level. Even the professor can't make a dent in his shield."
Scott sighed, "I just hope we can help him soon. I really can't stand to see him like this...I mean, we owe him so much. He saved us twice in the past and found the spell to cure Morris's victims." Scott's tone then grew softer. "It's also because of him...We're together now."
Jean then put her hand in Scott's as she smiled back at him.
"You're right, we really do owe him," replied Jean.
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Around midnight, clouds formed over the sky and a steady rain began to fall over the landscape. Around this time, a single train arrived at the station on the other side of Bayville. It was the same train station Kurt had arrived at. There were few people on the train, but after it stopped a dark, ominous figure stepped out on to the platform. He was a tall, cloaked man that seemed to hide his appearance. Underneath the robe, a face that was old, wrinkled, and pale looked up in to the distance. His eyes were a sickening black with red pupils. He had long white hair and strange markings on his face. The stranger also carried a mysterious staff with a crystal skull head on the top. As he began to walk away towards an unknown destination, a sinister grin appeared on his face and a strange purple glow illuminated the strange man's dark face.
"Ah..." he said to himself, "My new minions await me...And the time of destiny approaches."
Then, the mysterious man disappeared in a cloud of blacken mist in to the night.
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Once again, Jack was jolted from his sleep in a cold sweat. His breathing was hard and ragged as he fought to regain his composure. He had just had another nightmare. It was nothing new to him, but lately the nightmares had gotten stranger and stranger. It was almost as if he were having two at the same time. In one, the lingering effects from Morris bought forth images of his past that had been once forgotten, but they had returned with intense imagery. In the other, he saw a mysterious man in a dark robe and a monstrous pig-like beast attacking his friends and enslaving all mutants in order to exterminate mankind. What disturbed him even more was he felt as if he had seen this creature before when he knew he hadn't. Jack had to calm himself down, so he began to meditate. He took a few deep breaths and then closed his eyes. In what seemed like only a few moments he saw a familiar figure appear in front of him and he then heard a familiar voice.
"You look very troubled Jack."
Jack recognized the figure and the voice as that of his master and reincarnation, Link.
"Master...It's good to see you again," said Jack.
"Indeed, but it looks to me that all is not well in your world," replied Link.
"It never is master."
"Oh don't be so pessimistic. I'm aware about what happened with that evil man, Morris. I saw how you helped end his terror, but you don't seem to relish this achievement very much now do you?" asked Link.
"No...I didn't stop him. My friends did," retorted Jack.
"You still played a major part none-the-less."
"Yeah...That may be so...But," Jack then just trailed off as he was at a loss for words. Link picked up on his disposition and knew there was more.
"It appears Morris had a few lingering effects on you mind," stated Link.
"More than a few...A lot more. Master...I failed when I fought him."
"Now why do you say that?" asked Link.
"I had more power, I had more skill, and I had more sanity. But he still beat me with one blow. And it was a cheap one. This guy used a mediocre spell that just...Brought me to my knees." As Jack spoke these words the incident played out in his head over and over again.
"That mediocre spell was all he needed Jack. Now, you have found out that you have a weakness. Even with all your power you have a weakness."
Jack looked back at his master, who was smiling for some reason.
"But...You've taught me so..." however Jack was then cut off.
"Have you talked to your friends about it? What about that girl you've been spending a lot of time with lately?"
Jack looked back at his master with a what-are-you-talking-about face.
"I have talked to them...But it doesn't help! It should, I know it! But it doesn't..." Jack said with a heavy sigh.
Link just shook his head. "My dear pupil...Maybe you need to fully understand what kind of spell Morris actually put on you in the first place."
Jack looked back at his master quizzically.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Maybe there is more to this matter than you think," replied Link simply.
Suddenly, a small hint of understanding came across Jack's mind. Link then started to turn away, but Jack had one more question.
"Wait, Master...There's one more thing I must ask you."
Link then turned around.
"I've been having these weird dreams lately...Well, more like nightmares. I keep seeing this strange being and..." Jack couldn't finish, he couldn't find the words for some reason.
"That is a sign Jack," said Link as Jack looked back at him with a confused face. "It is a sign of what's to come for you. I can't tell you anymore...Because you'll find out soon enough."
Suddenly Jack was back in his room. He felt calmer, but he was now overcome with a new anxiety.
"I'll find out soon enough..." repeated Jack as he pondered his master's words.
It was frustrating, but he had come to expect that from his master over the time he had known him. He always had a reason for his actions and that reason always turned out to be a good one in the end. Yet, Jack Robinson still sat there in the dark in a state of confusion. He felt his mental health slipping from his withdraw after the whole Morris ordeal. And on top of that, there were these new dreams that haunted him in the night. These images in his head were like a perpetual scar that only worsened whenever he thought or talked about it. It was contrary to what he thought would help him. But if there was one thing Jack learned from his master it was that internal wounds can never be healed, they can only be treated. And Jack's situation was no exception. He groggily tried to go back to sleep, but as he did he was still uneasy. Something was going to happen...He could feel it. But he didn't know what...Or who.
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The next day bought a crisp morning with some lingering clouds from the storm on the previous night. As the sun began to shine at the home of the Brotherhood of Mutants, the inhabitance slowly awoke in wake of the new day. In the house Mystique ran the show with the five teenage students living there. Toad, Blob, Avalanche, Quicksilver, and the Scarlet Witch were the students present and they had been promised a part in Magneto's next big plan. After some major bitterness after the whole military base and the sentinel fiasco, Mystique had agreed to join up with the master of magnetism again, for they had always fought for the same cause. The acolytes and the brotherhood were at a truce...For the moment.
Not far from the house's boundaries, the mysterious man in the cloak approached with a sinister grin upon his face.
"My first victims to my new army. I shall not keep them waiting..."
As he approached a glowing color of dark purple light began to engulf the mysterious stranger and he was soon within only 20 feet of the main door.
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AN: End of part 1! Well, what do ya think so far? Do ya want more? Well tell me what you think by posting reviews on fanfiction.net or send them to me directly at slickboy444@aol.com. I'll do my best to keep you all from waiting too long, but reviews do help. Thanks and best wishes!
By: slickboy444
AN: Hello! Jack Robinson is back! This is the sequel to "Worse Than Death" that I have been planning for a while. Some of the details in this story relate to my the last fic, so I suggest you all read that one before you start with this one. If you want to know the whole series to this point, the stories are "Xtra Member," "Matchmaker," and "Worse Than Death." Before I get started I wish to thank one of my reviewers, Krall, for helping me with this story. And don't for get to REVIEW! Please tell me what you all think by posting it on fanfiction.net or send it to me at slickboy444@aol.com. Remember, I don't own the X-men, Zelda, or any of the songs I may mention in this story so please don't sue. I have nothing. Thanks and I hope you enjoy this story.
All my x-men evolution fics are dedicated to Jen (aka: littlesortaredheadedgirl) the author of the x-men evolution fic "Snow." I highly recommend you all read it.
AN: 'These mean character thoughts.'
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It had been a month and a half since the dreaded rampage of Morris, the madman that tortured and terrorized innocent people throughout the Northeast. He was dead now, thanks to the efforts of the X-men. With magic from the knowledge of Jack Robinson, the surviving victims made a full recovery. However, Jack didn't take that much pleasure in the accomplishment. After all, it was Scott and Jean who actually killed Morris and it was Scott who cast the healing spell that cured the victims. Despite the praise of his friends he still felt as if he failed them. They never knew Jack's true reasons for his attitude towards the subject. It was mainly because he knew how powerful he was from the triforce, but it took a weak spell from a madman to bring him to his knees. His mind was surging with self-doubt as he sat near the cliff behind the institute with his guitar.
"Hey Jack..." said a voice from behind him.
Jack turned around to see that it was Rogue, one of the few people besides Scott and the Professor he ever talked to at all anymore.
"Hey Rogue," replied Jack dryly.
Rogue walked up to where he was sitting.
"Mind if I sit?" she asked.
"Sure," replied Jack simply as he resumed strumming his guitar.
For the past few weeks Rogue had been trying to get Jack to open up. Since Morris incident he closed himself off more than ever. She knew what was bothering him because he had actually told her at one point. Yet, she promised not to tell the rest of the institute. For a moment they sat in silence as Rogue listened to the gentle sounds of Jack's guitar.
"The others have been worried about ya lately," said Rogue breaking the silence.
Jack stopped playing for just a moment.
"I had feeling they were."
"Well...Can ya blame em?" replied Rogue. "You haven't exactly been too up front lately."
"I know." Jack then went back to strumming his guitar, this time in a more saddened mood.
Rogue began to get frustrated with his reluctance. If he knew, then why was he keeping it up? There had to be a reason.
"Look Jack, ya know how the rest of us have been feelin' about ya lately and we've been tryin' to help ya the whole time, but we can't unless..."
"Rogue..." said Jack as he cut her off. She stopped immediately as Jack turned to look at her straight in the eye. In his eyes, there seemed to be untold amounts of inner conflict. "I'm sorry, I really am. But ever since you, the professor, and everybody else has been telling me it's time for me to confront my past...There have been many other things I've had to deal with...Things that I have tried very hard over the years to forget. And you also must understand...There are other things in my past I haven't told you or anybody else yet."
Rogue sighed upon hearing this, knowing he was being truthful.
"I know ya need time," said Rogue, "But ya also need to remember, that despite how bad yer past was...Ya survived, and it helped make ya strong."
"And weak at the same time," added Jack.
"And that's what we're tryin' to help ya with," said Rogue as she forced her point across. "Ya aren't alone here, we know how it feels to have a hard upbringing. I myself can relate."
"That's why I talk to you," replied Jack in a lighter tone.
Rogue smiled in light of this small, but welcomed change.
"I'm glad...I really am."
An awkward silence soon followed as the sounds of the night became the only thing that could be heard. Neither of them said anything for a good five minutes.
"So...Anything else on your mind?" said Rogue suddenly wanting to break the silence.
"Well besides bad dreams and everything that's happened to me, I don't think so," replied Jack.
"Bad dreams? About what?" asked Rogue curiously.
Jack just shook his head. "I wish I knew."
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In the distance from the windows of the mansion, Scott and Jean looked out over where Jack and Rogue were. They had also grown concerned for Jacks well being, but unlike the rest of the crew they actually saw what happened in the fight between Jack and Morris. They knew that the madman had some lasting effects on Jack's psyche and concern for him grew. Whatever Morris did to him, it wasn't something that disappeared so easily.
"I'm still worried about him Scott," said Jean as she watched Jack start to strum his guitar again.
"So am I," responded Scott.
Scott had been one of the few other people Jack was willing to talk to, but it was still limited. It didn't set either of their fears to rest.
"I just wish there was something...Anything we could do," said Scott.
"Same here, I know he needs it. I just can't imagine what Morris did to his mind," said Jean.
"Has he let you probe his mind or have you picked up any stray thoughts of his?" asked Scott.
Jean immediately shook her head. "No way, Jack takes mental shielding to a whole new level. Even the professor can't make a dent in his shield."
Scott sighed, "I just hope we can help him soon. I really can't stand to see him like this...I mean, we owe him so much. He saved us twice in the past and found the spell to cure Morris's victims." Scott's tone then grew softer. "It's also because of him...We're together now."
Jean then put her hand in Scott's as she smiled back at him.
"You're right, we really do owe him," replied Jean.
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Around midnight, clouds formed over the sky and a steady rain began to fall over the landscape. Around this time, a single train arrived at the station on the other side of Bayville. It was the same train station Kurt had arrived at. There were few people on the train, but after it stopped a dark, ominous figure stepped out on to the platform. He was a tall, cloaked man that seemed to hide his appearance. Underneath the robe, a face that was old, wrinkled, and pale looked up in to the distance. His eyes were a sickening black with red pupils. He had long white hair and strange markings on his face. The stranger also carried a mysterious staff with a crystal skull head on the top. As he began to walk away towards an unknown destination, a sinister grin appeared on his face and a strange purple glow illuminated the strange man's dark face.
"Ah..." he said to himself, "My new minions await me...And the time of destiny approaches."
Then, the mysterious man disappeared in a cloud of blacken mist in to the night.
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Once again, Jack was jolted from his sleep in a cold sweat. His breathing was hard and ragged as he fought to regain his composure. He had just had another nightmare. It was nothing new to him, but lately the nightmares had gotten stranger and stranger. It was almost as if he were having two at the same time. In one, the lingering effects from Morris bought forth images of his past that had been once forgotten, but they had returned with intense imagery. In the other, he saw a mysterious man in a dark robe and a monstrous pig-like beast attacking his friends and enslaving all mutants in order to exterminate mankind. What disturbed him even more was he felt as if he had seen this creature before when he knew he hadn't. Jack had to calm himself down, so he began to meditate. He took a few deep breaths and then closed his eyes. In what seemed like only a few moments he saw a familiar figure appear in front of him and he then heard a familiar voice.
"You look very troubled Jack."
Jack recognized the figure and the voice as that of his master and reincarnation, Link.
"Master...It's good to see you again," said Jack.
"Indeed, but it looks to me that all is not well in your world," replied Link.
"It never is master."
"Oh don't be so pessimistic. I'm aware about what happened with that evil man, Morris. I saw how you helped end his terror, but you don't seem to relish this achievement very much now do you?" asked Link.
"No...I didn't stop him. My friends did," retorted Jack.
"You still played a major part none-the-less."
"Yeah...That may be so...But," Jack then just trailed off as he was at a loss for words. Link picked up on his disposition and knew there was more.
"It appears Morris had a few lingering effects on you mind," stated Link.
"More than a few...A lot more. Master...I failed when I fought him."
"Now why do you say that?" asked Link.
"I had more power, I had more skill, and I had more sanity. But he still beat me with one blow. And it was a cheap one. This guy used a mediocre spell that just...Brought me to my knees." As Jack spoke these words the incident played out in his head over and over again.
"That mediocre spell was all he needed Jack. Now, you have found out that you have a weakness. Even with all your power you have a weakness."
Jack looked back at his master, who was smiling for some reason.
"But...You've taught me so..." however Jack was then cut off.
"Have you talked to your friends about it? What about that girl you've been spending a lot of time with lately?"
Jack looked back at his master with a what-are-you-talking-about face.
"I have talked to them...But it doesn't help! It should, I know it! But it doesn't..." Jack said with a heavy sigh.
Link just shook his head. "My dear pupil...Maybe you need to fully understand what kind of spell Morris actually put on you in the first place."
Jack looked back at his master quizzically.
"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Maybe there is more to this matter than you think," replied Link simply.
Suddenly, a small hint of understanding came across Jack's mind. Link then started to turn away, but Jack had one more question.
"Wait, Master...There's one more thing I must ask you."
Link then turned around.
"I've been having these weird dreams lately...Well, more like nightmares. I keep seeing this strange being and..." Jack couldn't finish, he couldn't find the words for some reason.
"That is a sign Jack," said Link as Jack looked back at him with a confused face. "It is a sign of what's to come for you. I can't tell you anymore...Because you'll find out soon enough."
Suddenly Jack was back in his room. He felt calmer, but he was now overcome with a new anxiety.
"I'll find out soon enough..." repeated Jack as he pondered his master's words.
It was frustrating, but he had come to expect that from his master over the time he had known him. He always had a reason for his actions and that reason always turned out to be a good one in the end. Yet, Jack Robinson still sat there in the dark in a state of confusion. He felt his mental health slipping from his withdraw after the whole Morris ordeal. And on top of that, there were these new dreams that haunted him in the night. These images in his head were like a perpetual scar that only worsened whenever he thought or talked about it. It was contrary to what he thought would help him. But if there was one thing Jack learned from his master it was that internal wounds can never be healed, they can only be treated. And Jack's situation was no exception. He groggily tried to go back to sleep, but as he did he was still uneasy. Something was going to happen...He could feel it. But he didn't know what...Or who.
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The next day bought a crisp morning with some lingering clouds from the storm on the previous night. As the sun began to shine at the home of the Brotherhood of Mutants, the inhabitance slowly awoke in wake of the new day. In the house Mystique ran the show with the five teenage students living there. Toad, Blob, Avalanche, Quicksilver, and the Scarlet Witch were the students present and they had been promised a part in Magneto's next big plan. After some major bitterness after the whole military base and the sentinel fiasco, Mystique had agreed to join up with the master of magnetism again, for they had always fought for the same cause. The acolytes and the brotherhood were at a truce...For the moment.
Not far from the house's boundaries, the mysterious man in the cloak approached with a sinister grin upon his face.
"My first victims to my new army. I shall not keep them waiting..."
As he approached a glowing color of dark purple light began to engulf the mysterious stranger and he was soon within only 20 feet of the main door.
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AN: End of part 1! Well, what do ya think so far? Do ya want more? Well tell me what you think by posting reviews on fanfiction.net or send them to me directly at slickboy444@aol.com. I'll do my best to keep you all from waiting too long, but reviews do help. Thanks and best wishes!