From Realities to Nightmares
By V.Valentine
A/N: Doumo Arigatou to everyone who have reviewed so far! I appreciate all the positive feedback. And because of it, I got this chapter out just a little faster than normal. All the standard disclaimers apply. This chapter: Vincent/Chaos meet up with Professor Xavier!
Vincent felt like a semi-truck and just hit him, and then proceeded to back up, then run over him again by the time he was coming to. His head was throbbing, and he felt dizzy, not to mention that he felt like he wanted to throw up everything he had eaten in the past twelve years. Vincent slowly opened one of his hazel yes, then the other, as he was sure there were other people in the room with him, as he could clearly hear voices talking. It wasn't until he sat up a little more that he could clarify what the voices were saying.
"And then he tore the Sentinel apart with his bare hands, Professor! It took all of us to beat just one and he did it by himself!" The voice proclaimed, Vincent instantly recognizing it as Jean's voice. She must have brought him back inside from the Sentinel attack. It was odd that he remembered the attack, but didn't remember coming back in.
"I don't like the smell of this one, Charles. He isn't right." Another voice said, this one lower and gruffer as if he was the epitome of roughness in vocal form. From what Vincent could see of him, He had black- slicked back hair that almost went around his head like ears. Vincent was sure he was seeing things now.
"That may be, Logan, but as far I as I know Vincent hasn't done anything wrong. He doesn't have control of his powers. Can we fault him for that?" Another voice said, Vincent hearing the voice to be more of a distinguished quality, and more educated at that. He looked to the person who said that and saw that he was in a wheelchair. And at that time, Professor Xavier looked to Vincent, and managed a smile for him. "Good Afternoon, Vincent. My name is Charles Xavier. I see you're awake now. Good." Professor Xavier said as Vincent looked to him.
"What happened? I feel like crap." Vincent said bluntly as Jean looked to him, a shocked look on her face. "You mean you don't remember? Vincent, you saved us from that Sentinel. Can't you remember changing?" Jean asked, as Professor Xavier motioned for her to tone it down a notch as she questioned him.
"Change into what?" Vincent questioned as Logan moved right into his face and got within one inch of Vincent. "Don't play games with us, bub. You nearly destroyed half the countryside with that little stunt of yours. Now tell us what you are!" Logan demanded, emitting a low feral growl towards Vincent. Vincent however looked totally unfazed as he looked straight into Logan's eyes.
"Maybe I could tell you if I knew what I did. Now again, what happened? I hate repeating myself." Vincent asked again, a hint of annoyance in his voice, and a slight flash of crimson in his eyes. Professor Xavier moved his wheelchair over to the other side of Vincent's med-bed, moving into the unoccupied spot. "You truly don't remember, Vincent? When the Sentinel came, you went out and fought it. And while you may not remember it, Security Cameras remember everything." Xavier said as he reached up to turn on one of the nearby monitors and pushing play. Everyone in the room turned to look at the monitor, as Vincent's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
And there before him, Vincent saw himself approach the Sentinel, and saw the crimson light wrap around him like a blanket and the gradual change into Chaos. And there he saw Chaos proceed to rip the Sentinel's arm off as if it were nothing and hit the main unit with his own arm, then chuck the arm into the ocean. And then Vincent saw Chaos float to the ground, look around, then slowly change back to what he feared most. Himself. And as the tape ended, everyone turned back to Vincent. "But.that's impossible! How..what..why..I can't explain any of that!" Vincent stammered out, as Jean noticed his arm twitching slightly.
"It's alright, Vincent. My theory is that you're a mutant. And that, whatever you changed into, is a manifestation of your gifts. You're like us, Vincent." Professor Xavier commented, trying to calm Vincent down some. Vincent just nodded numbly, all of this being a lot to take in, in one dose of news. "This could also explain why that group of protestors attacked you in New York, and what happened to them. It wasn't you, it was this manifestation of your gifts." Professor Xavier continued on, but all of them turned to look to the med lab door, as the Beast came bounding in.
"Charles, come quickly." Hank began, but looked to Vincent, now obviously awake. "Good, you're awake. You better come along too. It concerns you as well." Hank said, then turning as fast as he came in, bouncing back towards the lab. Vincent nodded and moved to get up, but then stopped as he removed the blanket over him and hastily covered himself back up. "On a separate note, where are my clothes?" Vincent questioned as Logan tossed him a pair of the Academy's sweats and sweatshirt. "Take these, kid. Red here says you're clothes got destroyed in the attack." Logan said, as he nodded to Jean, and then moved to leave with everyone else. Vincent hastily put on the clothes and got out of the med bed and joined everyone else.
As soon as Vincent was in the lab, everyone was waiting for him, but then turned back to the large screen in front of them all. Vincent looked to the new person he hadn't seen before, a beautiful woman with platinum silver hair and eyes like the color of the fiercest storm. As she looked to him, she managed a small smile for him. "Hello Vincent. I'm Ororo." She says in a soft, musical voice as Vincent just nodded, looking to her. He joined all of the others up front, as Hank looked to him. "Do you know who your parents were, Vincent?" Hank questioned as Vincent looked back to him shrugging slightly.
"I'll never know. I was adopted as a baby. My real parents died in a plane crash, or least that's what my foster parents said." Vincent said simply, as Professor Xavier looked to him. "And what happened to your foster parents, Vincent?" The Professor questioned as Vincent looked to him, shrugging again. "They died about two months ago. Some kind of electrocution. The found a hair dryer next to them in a bathtub full of water." Vincent explained, as Professor Xavier nodded, but wasn't sure if he believed Vincent entirely, especially with this new showing of his powers. Vincent turned back to Hank, speaking again. "Why do you ask?" Vincent asked, as Hank looked from him to the large screen in front of them all.
"The name Valentine sounded oddly familiar. From what we have from SHIELD about events in history, I was rummaging through some old newspapers, when I found this. I found it in the Tokyo Sun Newspaper." Hank said motioning for them all to take a look at the screen. Vincent moved out in front of them, clearing his throat to read aloud. "James and Victoria Valentine are proud to report that they just gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby boy, last Tuesday. James and Victoria are both trusted advisors to the Emperor and the nation of Japan wishes to congratulate them on the birth of their child. Official reports say that the two proud parents will go back to work immediately on securing the future of the glorious nation of Japan, along with their fellow colleague, Professor Nobunga Hojo." Vincent finished reading as he looked back to Hank. "What does it mean?" Vincent asked, as Hank gently patted his shoulder, and looked to him. "There's more. This article was dated on October 13th. There's another one that caught my attention." Hank said, switching over to the next article. Vincent turned to the screen and read aloud again.
"An unfortunate event happened in Hiroshima yesterday, as the bodies of James and Victoria Valentine were found shot in their lab, late last night. Both of the bodies were pronounced DOA at the time they were received to the hospital. Professor Nobunga Hojo, fellow colleague and co-worker, reported the incident and said he would do the honorable thing, and take care of the couple's newly born child as his own. Police do not have any reports or leads as to who did this just yet, but are hard at work at solving this case." Vincent finished reading, as he looked to everyone. "I still don't have any idea of what any of this means to me." Vincent said, as Hank took off his glasses looking to him. "Vincent, the last article was dated on March 27, 1945. Just one week before the atom bomb was dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. You're over fifty years old, Vincent." Hank said simply, as a look of shock and pure horror filled Vincent's face.
"No..no it can't be!" Vincent cried out as he stammered back from all of them, the eerie crimson color filling his eyes yet again, as he tried to make his way for the door. "Vincent! Calm down! We can help you!" Professor Xavier exclaimed as he looked to Vincent. But with a sudden burst of air, and a flash of crimson, Vincent cried out, which gradually turned into a loud roar. And as everyone else looked back to Vincent, Chaos stood floating in his place. With another roar, Chaos shot upwards out of the room, breaking through the ceilings and roof to fly out into the sunset, heading east towards the horizon.
By V.Valentine
A/N: Doumo Arigatou to everyone who have reviewed so far! I appreciate all the positive feedback. And because of it, I got this chapter out just a little faster than normal. All the standard disclaimers apply. This chapter: Vincent/Chaos meet up with Professor Xavier!
Vincent felt like a semi-truck and just hit him, and then proceeded to back up, then run over him again by the time he was coming to. His head was throbbing, and he felt dizzy, not to mention that he felt like he wanted to throw up everything he had eaten in the past twelve years. Vincent slowly opened one of his hazel yes, then the other, as he was sure there were other people in the room with him, as he could clearly hear voices talking. It wasn't until he sat up a little more that he could clarify what the voices were saying.
"And then he tore the Sentinel apart with his bare hands, Professor! It took all of us to beat just one and he did it by himself!" The voice proclaimed, Vincent instantly recognizing it as Jean's voice. She must have brought him back inside from the Sentinel attack. It was odd that he remembered the attack, but didn't remember coming back in.
"I don't like the smell of this one, Charles. He isn't right." Another voice said, this one lower and gruffer as if he was the epitome of roughness in vocal form. From what Vincent could see of him, He had black- slicked back hair that almost went around his head like ears. Vincent was sure he was seeing things now.
"That may be, Logan, but as far I as I know Vincent hasn't done anything wrong. He doesn't have control of his powers. Can we fault him for that?" Another voice said, Vincent hearing the voice to be more of a distinguished quality, and more educated at that. He looked to the person who said that and saw that he was in a wheelchair. And at that time, Professor Xavier looked to Vincent, and managed a smile for him. "Good Afternoon, Vincent. My name is Charles Xavier. I see you're awake now. Good." Professor Xavier said as Vincent looked to him.
"What happened? I feel like crap." Vincent said bluntly as Jean looked to him, a shocked look on her face. "You mean you don't remember? Vincent, you saved us from that Sentinel. Can't you remember changing?" Jean asked, as Professor Xavier motioned for her to tone it down a notch as she questioned him.
"Change into what?" Vincent questioned as Logan moved right into his face and got within one inch of Vincent. "Don't play games with us, bub. You nearly destroyed half the countryside with that little stunt of yours. Now tell us what you are!" Logan demanded, emitting a low feral growl towards Vincent. Vincent however looked totally unfazed as he looked straight into Logan's eyes.
"Maybe I could tell you if I knew what I did. Now again, what happened? I hate repeating myself." Vincent asked again, a hint of annoyance in his voice, and a slight flash of crimson in his eyes. Professor Xavier moved his wheelchair over to the other side of Vincent's med-bed, moving into the unoccupied spot. "You truly don't remember, Vincent? When the Sentinel came, you went out and fought it. And while you may not remember it, Security Cameras remember everything." Xavier said as he reached up to turn on one of the nearby monitors and pushing play. Everyone in the room turned to look at the monitor, as Vincent's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
And there before him, Vincent saw himself approach the Sentinel, and saw the crimson light wrap around him like a blanket and the gradual change into Chaos. And there he saw Chaos proceed to rip the Sentinel's arm off as if it were nothing and hit the main unit with his own arm, then chuck the arm into the ocean. And then Vincent saw Chaos float to the ground, look around, then slowly change back to what he feared most. Himself. And as the tape ended, everyone turned back to Vincent. "But.that's impossible! How..what..why..I can't explain any of that!" Vincent stammered out, as Jean noticed his arm twitching slightly.
"It's alright, Vincent. My theory is that you're a mutant. And that, whatever you changed into, is a manifestation of your gifts. You're like us, Vincent." Professor Xavier commented, trying to calm Vincent down some. Vincent just nodded numbly, all of this being a lot to take in, in one dose of news. "This could also explain why that group of protestors attacked you in New York, and what happened to them. It wasn't you, it was this manifestation of your gifts." Professor Xavier continued on, but all of them turned to look to the med lab door, as the Beast came bounding in.
"Charles, come quickly." Hank began, but looked to Vincent, now obviously awake. "Good, you're awake. You better come along too. It concerns you as well." Hank said, then turning as fast as he came in, bouncing back towards the lab. Vincent nodded and moved to get up, but then stopped as he removed the blanket over him and hastily covered himself back up. "On a separate note, where are my clothes?" Vincent questioned as Logan tossed him a pair of the Academy's sweats and sweatshirt. "Take these, kid. Red here says you're clothes got destroyed in the attack." Logan said, as he nodded to Jean, and then moved to leave with everyone else. Vincent hastily put on the clothes and got out of the med bed and joined everyone else.
As soon as Vincent was in the lab, everyone was waiting for him, but then turned back to the large screen in front of them all. Vincent looked to the new person he hadn't seen before, a beautiful woman with platinum silver hair and eyes like the color of the fiercest storm. As she looked to him, she managed a small smile for him. "Hello Vincent. I'm Ororo." She says in a soft, musical voice as Vincent just nodded, looking to her. He joined all of the others up front, as Hank looked to him. "Do you know who your parents were, Vincent?" Hank questioned as Vincent looked back to him shrugging slightly.
"I'll never know. I was adopted as a baby. My real parents died in a plane crash, or least that's what my foster parents said." Vincent said simply, as Professor Xavier looked to him. "And what happened to your foster parents, Vincent?" The Professor questioned as Vincent looked to him, shrugging again. "They died about two months ago. Some kind of electrocution. The found a hair dryer next to them in a bathtub full of water." Vincent explained, as Professor Xavier nodded, but wasn't sure if he believed Vincent entirely, especially with this new showing of his powers. Vincent turned back to Hank, speaking again. "Why do you ask?" Vincent asked, as Hank looked from him to the large screen in front of them all.
"The name Valentine sounded oddly familiar. From what we have from SHIELD about events in history, I was rummaging through some old newspapers, when I found this. I found it in the Tokyo Sun Newspaper." Hank said motioning for them all to take a look at the screen. Vincent moved out in front of them, clearing his throat to read aloud. "James and Victoria Valentine are proud to report that they just gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby boy, last Tuesday. James and Victoria are both trusted advisors to the Emperor and the nation of Japan wishes to congratulate them on the birth of their child. Official reports say that the two proud parents will go back to work immediately on securing the future of the glorious nation of Japan, along with their fellow colleague, Professor Nobunga Hojo." Vincent finished reading as he looked back to Hank. "What does it mean?" Vincent asked, as Hank gently patted his shoulder, and looked to him. "There's more. This article was dated on October 13th. There's another one that caught my attention." Hank said, switching over to the next article. Vincent turned to the screen and read aloud again.
"An unfortunate event happened in Hiroshima yesterday, as the bodies of James and Victoria Valentine were found shot in their lab, late last night. Both of the bodies were pronounced DOA at the time they were received to the hospital. Professor Nobunga Hojo, fellow colleague and co-worker, reported the incident and said he would do the honorable thing, and take care of the couple's newly born child as his own. Police do not have any reports or leads as to who did this just yet, but are hard at work at solving this case." Vincent finished reading, as he looked to everyone. "I still don't have any idea of what any of this means to me." Vincent said, as Hank took off his glasses looking to him. "Vincent, the last article was dated on March 27, 1945. Just one week before the atom bomb was dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. You're over fifty years old, Vincent." Hank said simply, as a look of shock and pure horror filled Vincent's face.
"No..no it can't be!" Vincent cried out as he stammered back from all of them, the eerie crimson color filling his eyes yet again, as he tried to make his way for the door. "Vincent! Calm down! We can help you!" Professor Xavier exclaimed as he looked to Vincent. But with a sudden burst of air, and a flash of crimson, Vincent cried out, which gradually turned into a loud roar. And as everyone else looked back to Vincent, Chaos stood floating in his place. With another roar, Chaos shot upwards out of the room, breaking through the ceilings and roof to fly out into the sunset, heading east towards the horizon.