It was ALL a Dream
AN/ I am back again! Hehe! 42 reviews! Isn't that awesome? I think it is. My brain was temporally blocked and I was working on unblocking it. One way was going to see X2 for the 3rd time; don't ya feel bad for me? Hehe. Anyway thank you to all my reviewers. Your diligence makes me want to keep on updating daily!
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Bry
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Chapter 4
Not Alone
Bobby eased his chin above the chin up bar. It was late at night and he was trying to work out all his pent up energy and hopefully he would have a dreamless night sleep. He dropped to the ground and let out a gasp. That idea was very unlikely. Bobby wandered over to his weight bench and started to work on his biceps when he heard footstep creep down his creaky basement steps. Setting down the weights, he turned to the door and sighed as his younger sister stood under the doorway.
"Isn't past your bed time, Rosie?" Bobby snapped.
The bright blue eyes of the 13 year old stared at her brother. "It is only 11 o'clock, Bob." She ran a hand through her long blond hair.
"Don't you think it that is a little late for an eighth grader?"
She shook her head quickly and entered the room. "What are you doing up so late? Don't you have a game tomorrow or something?"
Bobby tried to ignore his sibling as he continued with his work out, but she wouldn't let it go.
"What's your problem, Bob?"
He turned around quickly and snarled, "I just need to be left alone from snotty little brats!"
Rosie was unfazed. "Whatever. So what are ya doing?"
Bobby turned to his sister. "What do you think I am doing with a bunch of weights, munchkin?"
Rosie just rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Bobeo!" She turned around to climb but up the old stairs but decided to say one more thing. "Don't hurt yourself to much…Iceman!" Giggling Rosie fled up the steps.
Bobby's face turned white before red started to mare his clear skin town. "You were reading my computer journal again." He shouted as he chased after her.
Giggles could be heard as Rosie climbed all the way to her second floor bed room. Bobby slammed against the door but the little pipsqueak had already locked the door. "Rosanne Drake, I am going to get you!" He growled and stomped away. He walked past his parents' bedroom and then his slightly younger brother Ronny's room as he approached the spiral stairway to go to the third floor of his house.
He opened his bedroom door and stepped inside. He sat down at his computer desk and looked at the page that was left open on his desktop. His sister didn't even bother to conceal the fact that she snooped. Ever since he started having his peculiar dreams, he started writing them down in his computer journal. He looked at the open document and started to reread his own thoughts.
It happened again. The dreams keep on coming back. This one was again centered on Marie. But it was different. Instead of having a romantic dream with her, we were running down the halls of Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. William Stryker's troops had infiltrated the school and were trying to capture everyone. Pyro, Marie, and I were running to safely when we were stopped by a troop of men. Wolverine promptly jumped from the balcony and killed all the soldiers. He led us to the tunnel opening and pushed the molding away. Before he could exit the building with us, he turned away and went back the bad guys. Pyro ran as fast as he could, but Marie held back. She urged me to save her old savior. I just wanted to run away, but the look in her eyes made me turn back. I lived up to my name Iceman and froze the molecules in front of Logan. He did not appear happy, but with Marie's urging he left with us. After that I woke up. This world fascinates me beyond belief but it makes me wonder, why? Why must I have these action packed dreams and then wake up to this awful world.
Steve O'Brien said something interesting to me today. He mentioned the fact Marie *his sister* was acting spacey and was in her old world. I talked to him on line tonight and stealthy received her IM name. Oddly enough it was TheRedRogue. Rogue. Could it be? Maybe I am not as alone as I think I am. I will have to figure out my next move. I will write soon.
Bobby closed the file and changed his password once again. Maybe he wasn't alone, he thought as he pulled the covers over his numb body. Maybe he wasn't.
AN/ Yep, it is short. Oh well, got to love updates. I hope all you X-Men obsessed folks go to www.x2-movie.com. This website is awesome and I love the desktop! Inspiration! Review people! I will love you for it! Also anyone who wants to use John's AIM auto response can. Hehe! Review!
Bry
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