Well, Homecoming has come and gone. It was an interesting night, lemme just
say that. So I'm writing my troubles away this morning because my parents
wouldn't let me write at 12:30.
This is going to have two parts so the first part is now and the second part is coming.
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The place that was the safest for most young mutants has become the place that many have come to fear the most. The place lay in ruins, tired flames licked lamely at the sides of the already charred walls. Not a whole wall stood anywhere. The regal looking building was rubble, the inhabitants gone. Ronin sat on the only whole part of the twelve-foot wall that surrounded the property that was still in pristine shape. He watched with a cold stare and rigid body. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. The trees inside the property burst into flames. He watched the shadows that danced from the light that the flames gave off.
*earlier that night*
Lippoli had finally made it to his room. Logan practically carried him after finding him unconscious on the floor of the training room that he was meditating on earlier. He was cold but sweating and unconscious. He was not responding to any medicines or Xavier's attempts to get inside his head. It was very distressing to watch one of the most powerful mutants become frustrated because of his abilities. There was nothing anyone could do. Bobby and St. John held vigil in his room, sitting against the wall, waiting for the off chance that he would wake up and be fine. But their hopes were in vain.
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"I am flat out ordering you not to do this! It's way too dangerous. Who knows what could happen?!? We've never done this before!" Cleric said to the Assassin as she walked determinedly to the room that was holding Ronin.
"Maybe that's what's going wrong. I'm getting tired of not being able to die in peace! I don't know about you but I've had enough of this life. And when has you ordering me done anything?" she said still walking to the double doors.
"But-" he began but she was already through the doors with them closed and locked behind her before he could say anything more.
She walked to his still body. He seemed serene and at peace and it reassured her. In truth, the calm and cool Assassin was actually having second thoughts about her decision. She hesitated when she began to prop him up against the wall.
'Perhaps I shouldn't have locked that door-' she began to think but shot the thought down and held Ronin's head in her hands. Pressing foreheads, she closed her eyes and began to slip into Ronin's thoughts. But he began to pull her in too fast for her liking and when she tried to pull back, she was unable to. Her eyes snapped open as Ronin pulled the last of her spirit into him. Before her limp body hit the floor, he was off of the gurney and walking into a shadow, disappearing from sight.
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The Cleric had decided to rest against the wall while the Assassin did her thing. He tried to think positively, but he was still unsure of her actions. After almost two thousand years together, they were in tune with each other. He was mid thought when he felt her fall, felt her disappear. He shot up and began to bang on the door. He realized the futility of his actions and stepped back. Beginning to mutter under his breath, light began to collect around his outstretched hands. His muttering grew in volume and the light began to intensify. With the last word, the light shot from his hands and the door dissolved.
He ran into the room and found her limp body sprawled on the floor and the gurney empty.
"F***!" he yelled aloud. He paced the room, looking into the shadows thoroughly before kneeling at her side.
His hands and eyes began to glow blue and he waited. She was not responding to his healing. She wasn't responding his call back to life that both would until the Dragon was taken care of for good. She wasn't there. He cursed again.
"I told you this was a bad idea," he muttered to her lifeless body. He stood and closed his eyes. If what happened what he thought happened, he would still be able to track her spirit.
'If it's not too late,' he thought.
And with a grimace and a sigh, he followed the signature of her spirit to the depths of the shadows.
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Bobby sighed and sat down hard after having to recessitate Lippoli for about the fifteenth time. Lippoli's face had seemed to sink in, his eyes were accented with dark circles and there was no color in his face. St. John and drifted off to sleep about a half-hour ago. Bobby had tried to send him off to his own room, heaven knew he wanted his bed for while but he had to stay. It was his way of helping Lippoli, even if it wasn't helping him get any better.
Lippoli hadn't moved since Logan put him on the bed. Aside from shivers from the teen, though he had as many blankets on him that they thought could be on him, he didn't show any sign of life. All they were riding on was hope. That's all that they would have.
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Ronin's body walked through the shadows, finding the way outside.
'What are you doing? Are you insane!?!'
'Boy, you wanted pushy and that's what you got.'
'I never asked you to do this to her.'
'She wanted in so I let her in.'
'Don't you think it's just a little crowded in here without her?'
'I agree. Let's kill her spirit. Her body dies too. The Cleric can't bring her back. We'll kill two birds with one stone.'
'I don't want to kill her.'
'I do.'
'I won't let you.'
'Well perhaps I should kill you too.'
'I believe I have a say in this stupid fight,' the Assassin "said" to the fighting spirits.
'How did you get out!?! My spirit has kept greater mages and wise men than you.' The Dragon demanded.
'Perhaps that is the problem. You've never had to hold a girl before. It seems true though, every lifetime you seem to have trouble with the ladies,' she snickered.
The Dragon didn't take her humor well and in body and spirit, he tortured her for her words. She screamed in Ronin's head and her body writhed on the floor. The Cleric felt her pain in the back of his mind; he winced and picked up his pace. He had a worsening feeling in his gut that things were going to get worse.
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The Cleric was running by the time that he caught up with Ronin. He had discarded his staff for his sword, the Paladin Avenger. There was one way to win this skirmish in the long run and he had a feeling that it wasn't going to just be with his big stick and magic.
"Dragon, stop," he commanded with as much authority as he could muster, lighting his Avenger on fire.
Ronin stopped, but it wasn't Ronin in control, it was the Dragon. With burnished golden eyes and black that seemed to consume your soul.
"And you will make me?" he asked using the malevolent tone of the Dragon, Ronin's voice, and the Assassin's voice.
"You're gonna let her go, then I will kick your ass," the Cleric said pointing the Avenger at Ronin.
"No," the melodic voices said again.
"Fine." And with that the Cleric charged.
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So there's part one. Whadya think? Your reviews are keeping me going! Do you want me to die? I didn't think so!
This is going to have two parts so the first part is now and the second part is coming.
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The place that was the safest for most young mutants has become the place that many have come to fear the most. The place lay in ruins, tired flames licked lamely at the sides of the already charred walls. Not a whole wall stood anywhere. The regal looking building was rubble, the inhabitants gone. Ronin sat on the only whole part of the twelve-foot wall that surrounded the property that was still in pristine shape. He watched with a cold stare and rigid body. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. The trees inside the property burst into flames. He watched the shadows that danced from the light that the flames gave off.
*earlier that night*
Lippoli had finally made it to his room. Logan practically carried him after finding him unconscious on the floor of the training room that he was meditating on earlier. He was cold but sweating and unconscious. He was not responding to any medicines or Xavier's attempts to get inside his head. It was very distressing to watch one of the most powerful mutants become frustrated because of his abilities. There was nothing anyone could do. Bobby and St. John held vigil in his room, sitting against the wall, waiting for the off chance that he would wake up and be fine. But their hopes were in vain.
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"I am flat out ordering you not to do this! It's way too dangerous. Who knows what could happen?!? We've never done this before!" Cleric said to the Assassin as she walked determinedly to the room that was holding Ronin.
"Maybe that's what's going wrong. I'm getting tired of not being able to die in peace! I don't know about you but I've had enough of this life. And when has you ordering me done anything?" she said still walking to the double doors.
"But-" he began but she was already through the doors with them closed and locked behind her before he could say anything more.
She walked to his still body. He seemed serene and at peace and it reassured her. In truth, the calm and cool Assassin was actually having second thoughts about her decision. She hesitated when she began to prop him up against the wall.
'Perhaps I shouldn't have locked that door-' she began to think but shot the thought down and held Ronin's head in her hands. Pressing foreheads, she closed her eyes and began to slip into Ronin's thoughts. But he began to pull her in too fast for her liking and when she tried to pull back, she was unable to. Her eyes snapped open as Ronin pulled the last of her spirit into him. Before her limp body hit the floor, he was off of the gurney and walking into a shadow, disappearing from sight.
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The Cleric had decided to rest against the wall while the Assassin did her thing. He tried to think positively, but he was still unsure of her actions. After almost two thousand years together, they were in tune with each other. He was mid thought when he felt her fall, felt her disappear. He shot up and began to bang on the door. He realized the futility of his actions and stepped back. Beginning to mutter under his breath, light began to collect around his outstretched hands. His muttering grew in volume and the light began to intensify. With the last word, the light shot from his hands and the door dissolved.
He ran into the room and found her limp body sprawled on the floor and the gurney empty.
"F***!" he yelled aloud. He paced the room, looking into the shadows thoroughly before kneeling at her side.
His hands and eyes began to glow blue and he waited. She was not responding to his healing. She wasn't responding his call back to life that both would until the Dragon was taken care of for good. She wasn't there. He cursed again.
"I told you this was a bad idea," he muttered to her lifeless body. He stood and closed his eyes. If what happened what he thought happened, he would still be able to track her spirit.
'If it's not too late,' he thought.
And with a grimace and a sigh, he followed the signature of her spirit to the depths of the shadows.
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Bobby sighed and sat down hard after having to recessitate Lippoli for about the fifteenth time. Lippoli's face had seemed to sink in, his eyes were accented with dark circles and there was no color in his face. St. John and drifted off to sleep about a half-hour ago. Bobby had tried to send him off to his own room, heaven knew he wanted his bed for while but he had to stay. It was his way of helping Lippoli, even if it wasn't helping him get any better.
Lippoli hadn't moved since Logan put him on the bed. Aside from shivers from the teen, though he had as many blankets on him that they thought could be on him, he didn't show any sign of life. All they were riding on was hope. That's all that they would have.
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Ronin's body walked through the shadows, finding the way outside.
'What are you doing? Are you insane!?!'
'Boy, you wanted pushy and that's what you got.'
'I never asked you to do this to her.'
'She wanted in so I let her in.'
'Don't you think it's just a little crowded in here without her?'
'I agree. Let's kill her spirit. Her body dies too. The Cleric can't bring her back. We'll kill two birds with one stone.'
'I don't want to kill her.'
'I do.'
'I won't let you.'
'Well perhaps I should kill you too.'
'I believe I have a say in this stupid fight,' the Assassin "said" to the fighting spirits.
'How did you get out!?! My spirit has kept greater mages and wise men than you.' The Dragon demanded.
'Perhaps that is the problem. You've never had to hold a girl before. It seems true though, every lifetime you seem to have trouble with the ladies,' she snickered.
The Dragon didn't take her humor well and in body and spirit, he tortured her for her words. She screamed in Ronin's head and her body writhed on the floor. The Cleric felt her pain in the back of his mind; he winced and picked up his pace. He had a worsening feeling in his gut that things were going to get worse.
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The Cleric was running by the time that he caught up with Ronin. He had discarded his staff for his sword, the Paladin Avenger. There was one way to win this skirmish in the long run and he had a feeling that it wasn't going to just be with his big stick and magic.
"Dragon, stop," he commanded with as much authority as he could muster, lighting his Avenger on fire.
Ronin stopped, but it wasn't Ronin in control, it was the Dragon. With burnished golden eyes and black that seemed to consume your soul.
"And you will make me?" he asked using the malevolent tone of the Dragon, Ronin's voice, and the Assassin's voice.
"You're gonna let her go, then I will kick your ass," the Cleric said pointing the Avenger at Ronin.
"No," the melodic voices said again.
"Fine." And with that the Cleric charged.
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So there's part one. Whadya think? Your reviews are keeping me going! Do you want me to die? I didn't think so!