Echoes raced through John's mind as the seconds tick by. Staring at Rogue, he could see every bead of sweat that clung to her deadly skin, even a trace of a tear forming in her eye as she gazes at him. As the field around him grows hazy, his hearing sharpens; far off he can hear the sound of the helicopters' constant chopping and of Mutants falling to the ground.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way, John thinks, as his trademark Zippo falls to the ground with a dull sound. They weren't supposed to be hurting their own kind. Far off he hears Bobby call his name. Disappointment is only a word, but John can feel it, just as he had the first time he ran away from his first foster home. His parents had reeked of it and like charred flesh the scent clung to him, becoming his own. It's what he smells now, as he sinks to the ground, yet none of the fallen mutants are burnt.
Racing pulse, heart pounding in his ears, he blindly reaches for them, the objects of his obsession and constant agony. Tears seep from the corners of his eyes, as his hands never grasp onto anything. But then, suddenly, he hears it: a strangled sob and Rogue is suddenly in front of him. She gathers him in her arms and he rests his head on her shoulder. He clings to her as if she is his lifeline, because she is. Without Bobby or Rogue, John is nothing and he now knows this.
Bobby watches as Rogue holds John. He can see the bright, glaring reflection of the sun off of the trail of tears down Rogues face as she glances up at him. Hand out stretched, her eyes meet his and she beacons him towards them. His ice-cold facade melts, barring his heart. John finally glances up and silently Bobby demands if John is here to stay. A whispered promise later, and Bobby is suddenly with them, enveloped in their embrace.
People think of home as a place, but John knows that home for him, are two people.
Arriving back at the mansion was a tense moment, met with hostility from many people.
Stirring slightly, John brushes his lips against Bobby's skin and was rewarded with the feeling of cold under his tongue. Flushed skin and moments later, the cycle of reunion begins again, with each taste of flesh and every flame from the fireplace, they all know they're home.
It wasn't supposed to happen this way, John thinks, as his trademark Zippo falls to the ground with a dull sound. They weren't supposed to be hurting their own kind. Far off he hears Bobby call his name. Disappointment is only a word, but John can feel it, just as he had the first time he ran away from his first foster home. His parents had reeked of it and like charred flesh the scent clung to him, becoming his own. It's what he smells now, as he sinks to the ground, yet none of the fallen mutants are burnt.
Racing pulse, heart pounding in his ears, he blindly reaches for them, the objects of his obsession and constant agony. Tears seep from the corners of his eyes, as his hands never grasp onto anything. But then, suddenly, he hears it: a strangled sob and Rogue is suddenly in front of him. She gathers him in her arms and he rests his head on her shoulder. He clings to her as if she is his lifeline, because she is. Without Bobby or Rogue, John is nothing and he now knows this.
Bobby watches as Rogue holds John. He can see the bright, glaring reflection of the sun off of the trail of tears down Rogues face as she glances up at him. Hand out stretched, her eyes meet his and she beacons him towards them. His ice-cold facade melts, barring his heart. John finally glances up and silently Bobby demands if John is here to stay. A whispered promise later, and Bobby is suddenly with them, enveloped in their embrace.
People think of home as a place, but John knows that home for him, are two people.
Arriving back at the mansion was a tense moment, met with hostility from many people.
Stirring slightly, John brushes his lips against Bobby's skin and was rewarded with the feeling of cold under his tongue. Flushed skin and moments later, the cycle of reunion begins again, with each taste of flesh and every flame from the fireplace, they all know they're home.