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Of Fire and Ice
Author: Flame
Archive: Yes
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Now that John has left with Magneto, Bobby is determined to make him come back. But attacks on the mansion and gangs of mutants are obstacles in his path.
(NOT a romance)(Incomplete)
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Chapter 28
One of Those Feelings
Fire... It was the bringer of life and death. It could warm the cold hands of the homeless... or burn the unfortunate to ash. It was neither good nor evil. It can never be understood. And neither could John.
There he was... on the cross inside the candle lit church. Hanging there. Tortured until his death. Left as a mark of warning to all the others. Or was it?
Was this what Bobby thought it was? Or was he missing the true meaning of his dreams? Or was this a sign?
"That's just crazy," he thought to himself. He wasn't a big believer of the "sight" or whatever they like to call it. It just wasn't practical. Not for him at least. He wasn't psychic.
But the scratches... maybe that was what bugged him the most. The clawed flesh peeled from the corpse of John was what made him scared. Scared to what would become of him.
He wished he could stop these dreams of John's death. But who can decide what they dream?
Maybe someday he can find out what they mean...
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)Area 51
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Dr. Walter Morrison walked down the underground corridors of Area 51 in Nevada. He was going to visit their much recent catch. A group of mutants.
He walked up to a door and pulled out his identification card. He routinely ran it through the door slot, and the door opened. Inside was four plastic cylinder shaped cells, and contained in the cells was four mutants that he was going to study.
"Let me out of here!" Yelled a girl from one of the cylinders. Dr. Morrison walked up to her cell and grabbed a clipboard with all her information on it. Natalie Ailas was her name. Her green streaks that ran through her brown hair was a very prominent feature about her.
"Hello Natalie," he told her.
"LET ME OUT!" She yelled, beating the thick plastic, ignoring the fact that he did not call her Natura.
"No, I'm afraid not," he told her with a grin. "I'm afraid you'll be here for as long as you live."
In another cell lay John. Pyro. The boy of an unsolvable enigma. He wasn't awake. He didn't want to. The dying eyes of Lara was haunting him. He could see the fear... the regret... yet a strange sense of happiness. She didn't have to suffer in this world anymore. She left John... she left them all in a world of birds and mice. They were all going to be snatched in the talons of the wicked and fed on.
No... he wasn't going to wake up. But he didn't want to sleep either. The dreams of his stolen past was to much to handle right now. His past... friends... pets... and his mom. They were all gone. They couldn't be retrieved. But he couldn't face it... not now.
Of Fire and Ice
Author: Flame
Archive: Yes
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Now that John has left with Magneto, Bobby is determined to make him come back. But attacks on the mansion and gangs of mutants are obstacles in his path.
(NOT a romance)(Incomplete)
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Chapter 28
One of Those Feelings
Fire... It was the bringer of life and death. It could warm the cold hands of the homeless... or burn the unfortunate to ash. It was neither good nor evil. It can never be understood. And neither could John.
There he was... on the cross inside the candle lit church. Hanging there. Tortured until his death. Left as a mark of warning to all the others. Or was it?
Was this what Bobby thought it was? Or was he missing the true meaning of his dreams? Or was this a sign?
"That's just crazy," he thought to himself. He wasn't a big believer of the "sight" or whatever they like to call it. It just wasn't practical. Not for him at least. He wasn't psychic.
But the scratches... maybe that was what bugged him the most. The clawed flesh peeled from the corpse of John was what made him scared. Scared to what would become of him.
He wished he could stop these dreams of John's death. But who can decide what they dream?
Maybe someday he can find out what they mean...
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)Area 51
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Dr. Walter Morrison walked down the underground corridors of Area 51 in Nevada. He was going to visit their much recent catch. A group of mutants.
He walked up to a door and pulled out his identification card. He routinely ran it through the door slot, and the door opened. Inside was four plastic cylinder shaped cells, and contained in the cells was four mutants that he was going to study.
"Let me out of here!" Yelled a girl from one of the cylinders. Dr. Morrison walked up to her cell and grabbed a clipboard with all her information on it. Natalie Ailas was her name. Her green streaks that ran through her brown hair was a very prominent feature about her.
"Hello Natalie," he told her.
"LET ME OUT!" She yelled, beating the thick plastic, ignoring the fact that he did not call her Natura.
"No, I'm afraid not," he told her with a grin. "I'm afraid you'll be here for as long as you live."
In another cell lay John. Pyro. The boy of an unsolvable enigma. He wasn't awake. He didn't want to. The dying eyes of Lara was haunting him. He could see the fear... the regret... yet a strange sense of happiness. She didn't have to suffer in this world anymore. She left John... she left them all in a world of birds and mice. They were all going to be snatched in the talons of the wicked and fed on.
No... he wasn't going to wake up. But he didn't want to sleep either. The dreams of his stolen past was to much to handle right now. His past... friends... pets... and his mom. They were all gone. They couldn't be retrieved. But he couldn't face it... not now.