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A flower
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A flower lives
A flower gives
A flower makes
A flower takes
A flower loves
A flower grows
A flower wilts
A flower dies...
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A/N: Sorry about my absence ... I've been err ... busy. Studying and stuff and THEN indulging the first few weeks of summer. Bad me! Anyway, new chapter. WAKEKEKEKE!!! A check up on most if not all of the characters.
Sorry it's pretty short. Just a check up!!!
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Jamie looked at his hand. blinked at it. Then, stared on again.
He was recalling all that has happened recently and what a baby he had been. what a 'girl.' It sickened him to no end to know how he could be such a crybaby. All the emotions, all the questions left unanswered, all the problems, probing him. He presses his lips together, tightly.
He hadn't missed home this much. Think about it. He had already considered the institute as a home, and yet, he had missed his father.His father 'loved' him! He just knows it! Back at home, almost everynight, his father would creep in, lying down beside him, holding his little form close. He'd gently brush his lips over Jaime's forehead, whispering gentle and loving assurances. He kisses Jaime on his soft, young lips as he gently takes him.
"I love you . . ."
He mutters into Jaime's ear as he came within Jaime. Jamie had wanted nothing more . . . He hated the day. He hated how the sun would peek through his and his father's window and wake him and his father up. His father wears a thick mask, he believes, for when day comes, his dad would shout in frustration because he didn't do his chores or something.
He gritted his teeth trying to calm himself, stopping himself from crying.
He was in the infirmary. The same place he had first woken up in the institute. He looked around at the clear white curtains, walls and bed sheets and pillows etc.
Jaime blinks once more.
' . . . I wanna go home . . . '
He was alone again.
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Roberto had started locking himself in his room, looking up at the deep marvel of the ceiling that he shared with Jaime when he used to sleep here. It was a beautiful thing, too, to be staring at the same ceiling as the one you love. Be it brotherly, friendly or ... even something else. All the emotions confused him. It wasn't like he willed himself to like Jaime. Not at all. It just felt that way. He blinked up at the ceiling, pursing his lips and finally, sighing.
He closed his eyes, shifting in his bed and falling into a deep sleep. He had never felt so alone.
~~
John sat in his seat in the brotherhood kitchen. He was drowning himself in beer and whiskey and all those fancy things Remy hides in the cupboards and when he finished them all off, he started with the water and when that was all gone, he ended up with milk. He took one more sip from his glass of milk.
He had looked back to all that has happened. He remembers, when he still lived in Australlia, he remembers a happy family. A beautiful peace-keeping mother and a strict although loving father, four brothers and two sisters. He was little John. The youngest of them all. After that he remembers a dark secret. Fire and power. He remembers keeping this secret. Keeping it secret from the others for years. It was pretty easy at first but then ... after years and years. It exploded. It was gone ... He remembers ... He remembers being condemned. He remembers running away. He remembers tears, comfort and a promise.
A promise of power and freedom. A promise of ... of acceptance. He remembers being feared. He remembers insanity, remembers manic laughter. He remembers languid screams. He remembers ... being alone. Maybe that was it. That was all it was. That was insanity.
It was what he had wanted to rid himself of for so long. And now ... Jaime ...
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, taking in more milk. He felt numb now. His head was becoming light ... and after a few moments ... he dropped ...
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"Bobby, are you sure your alright?" Jubilee laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, giving him a soft smile.
"Yeah ..." '... partially' he wanted to add. But he just couldn't ... he didn't want Jubilee worrying too much about him. After all, she was his girlfriend.
He had been thinking about nothing else other than Jaime. The little brunette has been plaguing his mind for sometime now. He couldn't get that look of vulnerability when Jaime laid asleep in the infirmary on his last visit. It was breaking him. He felt a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. He looked up at the concerned face of Jubilee.
"I'll be alright Jubes." Bobby smiled weakly.
Jubilee wraped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear. "Good to know you trust me enough to tell me your troubled."
Jubilee nothing like girlfriend most of the time. She was ... like a bestfriend. Only different. She was special to me. And maybe ... that's all that matters right now. Bobby closed his eyes and melted into the friendly embrace.
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'It's Jaime, isn't it?' Jubilee silently asked herself. Sometimes, she is jealous of him. Maybe because he can do this to Bobby. It was strange. Jubilee cares for Bobby like he was family and maybe he already is. She's a part of one big mutant family and it makes her feel different. But with Bobby it's always happy. She feels perfecty normal.
Now it's different and she knows that it's Jaime. One way or another it was the only thing there was.
Jubilee tightens her hold on Bobby. He was so fraginle right now as he starts to sob quietly onto her shoulder.
She believe's that's that matter. It's seems as if, it was enough for her to comfort him in times like these.
It was times like this that it didn't matter whose fault it was. It only mattered that Bobby trusted her enough to let her see the tears fall.
She smiles as a tear rolls down her cheek.
~~
Logan watched as Jaime rested in peace. It had been so long since he had seen the boy as vulnerable and weak as this.
Logan's eyes soon fell on the papers in his hands. He was checking on Jaime's progresses.
"Da--daddy. ..!?" Jaime chocked.
Logan's eyes snapped up to watch Jaime intently.
"Da--dad--daddy--!!??!" This time, Jaime's hands shot up in the air, as if searching for Daddy.
Logan strode to Jaime's side and held one of his hands. Jaime pulled at his arm and squeezed it between his arms and chest. "daddy ..."
Logan watched as peace lingered over Jaime's face.
"That's right ... I'm eveybody's daddy." Logan whispered contentedly before pulling back and leaving.
~~
Tabby tended the bar. It was getting late and the usual night crowd slowly filled the place. Tabby chatted with costumers here and there. Blew a bubble and popped it and blew one again. She had three pieces of gum in her mouth and she's been chewing on it for a week now.
It made her stomach flutter at the idea of Jaime getting molested, John taking care of him and Bobby and Roberto having to come to the rescue. It's all confusing. John wasn't really bad. Tabby knew. John often preferred the Brotherhood mansion than Magneto's high class etche bureche(etche bureche: crap, blah, blah, you know, expression I use alot.).
What struck her the most was how Jaime had always smiled. She had seen him cry at times but then again ... those scarce moments always passed.
Right now, she was speechless. She didn't have a say at all in all this. What goes, goes.
~~
Remy sang to himself, "Four hugs a day, that's the minimum, four hugs a day, THAT's the maximum!"
A smile ghosting upon his face.
He licked his lips, after all that has happened, analyzing everything, he had one solution to everything. Water.
~~
Todd had been lazing around, feeling as if he could never move again. Jaime was like his best friend and he couldn't help but get tourmented by all this. His best friend was raped. He felt worthless. He could have done something if he was there. He felt worthless when he saw Jaime crying through the door frame when the the Bobby guy and the Roberto guy came to take him. He felt as if his whole life was worthless.
Todd traced circles in the atmosphere. He closed his eyes and flung his arms onto his sides. He swallowed hard.
Why was it so hard for him to accept all that has happened and the fact that he was worthless!?
Todd sighed as he hopped up his room.
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tbc ...
A flower
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A flower lives
A flower gives
A flower makes
A flower takes
A flower loves
A flower grows
A flower wilts
A flower dies...
~~
A/N: Sorry about my absence ... I've been err ... busy. Studying and stuff and THEN indulging the first few weeks of summer. Bad me! Anyway, new chapter. WAKEKEKEKE!!! A check up on most if not all of the characters.
Sorry it's pretty short. Just a check up!!!
~~
Jamie looked at his hand. blinked at it. Then, stared on again.
He was recalling all that has happened recently and what a baby he had been. what a 'girl.' It sickened him to no end to know how he could be such a crybaby. All the emotions, all the questions left unanswered, all the problems, probing him. He presses his lips together, tightly.
He hadn't missed home this much. Think about it. He had already considered the institute as a home, and yet, he had missed his father.His father 'loved' him! He just knows it! Back at home, almost everynight, his father would creep in, lying down beside him, holding his little form close. He'd gently brush his lips over Jaime's forehead, whispering gentle and loving assurances. He kisses Jaime on his soft, young lips as he gently takes him.
"I love you . . ."
He mutters into Jaime's ear as he came within Jaime. Jamie had wanted nothing more . . . He hated the day. He hated how the sun would peek through his and his father's window and wake him and his father up. His father wears a thick mask, he believes, for when day comes, his dad would shout in frustration because he didn't do his chores or something.
He gritted his teeth trying to calm himself, stopping himself from crying.
He was in the infirmary. The same place he had first woken up in the institute. He looked around at the clear white curtains, walls and bed sheets and pillows etc.
Jaime blinks once more.
' . . . I wanna go home . . . '
He was alone again.
~~
Roberto had started locking himself in his room, looking up at the deep marvel of the ceiling that he shared with Jaime when he used to sleep here. It was a beautiful thing, too, to be staring at the same ceiling as the one you love. Be it brotherly, friendly or ... even something else. All the emotions confused him. It wasn't like he willed himself to like Jaime. Not at all. It just felt that way. He blinked up at the ceiling, pursing his lips and finally, sighing.
He closed his eyes, shifting in his bed and falling into a deep sleep. He had never felt so alone.
~~
John sat in his seat in the brotherhood kitchen. He was drowning himself in beer and whiskey and all those fancy things Remy hides in the cupboards and when he finished them all off, he started with the water and when that was all gone, he ended up with milk. He took one more sip from his glass of milk.
He had looked back to all that has happened. He remembers, when he still lived in Australlia, he remembers a happy family. A beautiful peace-keeping mother and a strict although loving father, four brothers and two sisters. He was little John. The youngest of them all. After that he remembers a dark secret. Fire and power. He remembers keeping this secret. Keeping it secret from the others for years. It was pretty easy at first but then ... after years and years. It exploded. It was gone ... He remembers ... He remembers being condemned. He remembers running away. He remembers tears, comfort and a promise.
A promise of power and freedom. A promise of ... of acceptance. He remembers being feared. He remembers insanity, remembers manic laughter. He remembers languid screams. He remembers ... being alone. Maybe that was it. That was all it was. That was insanity.
It was what he had wanted to rid himself of for so long. And now ... Jaime ...
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, taking in more milk. He felt numb now. His head was becoming light ... and after a few moments ... he dropped ...
~~
"Bobby, are you sure your alright?" Jubilee laid a comforting hand on his shoulder, giving him a soft smile.
"Yeah ..." '... partially' he wanted to add. But he just couldn't ... he didn't want Jubilee worrying too much about him. After all, she was his girlfriend.
He had been thinking about nothing else other than Jaime. The little brunette has been plaguing his mind for sometime now. He couldn't get that look of vulnerability when Jaime laid asleep in the infirmary on his last visit. It was breaking him. He felt a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. He looked up at the concerned face of Jubilee.
"I'll be alright Jubes." Bobby smiled weakly.
Jubilee wraped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear. "Good to know you trust me enough to tell me your troubled."
Jubilee nothing like girlfriend most of the time. She was ... like a bestfriend. Only different. She was special to me. And maybe ... that's all that matters right now. Bobby closed his eyes and melted into the friendly embrace.
~~
'It's Jaime, isn't it?' Jubilee silently asked herself. Sometimes, she is jealous of him. Maybe because he can do this to Bobby. It was strange. Jubilee cares for Bobby like he was family and maybe he already is. She's a part of one big mutant family and it makes her feel different. But with Bobby it's always happy. She feels perfecty normal.
Now it's different and she knows that it's Jaime. One way or another it was the only thing there was.
Jubilee tightens her hold on Bobby. He was so fraginle right now as he starts to sob quietly onto her shoulder.
She believe's that's that matter. It's seems as if, it was enough for her to comfort him in times like these.
It was times like this that it didn't matter whose fault it was. It only mattered that Bobby trusted her enough to let her see the tears fall.
She smiles as a tear rolls down her cheek.
~~
Logan watched as Jaime rested in peace. It had been so long since he had seen the boy as vulnerable and weak as this.
Logan's eyes soon fell on the papers in his hands. He was checking on Jaime's progresses.
"Da--daddy. ..!?" Jaime chocked.
Logan's eyes snapped up to watch Jaime intently.
"Da--dad--daddy--!!??!" This time, Jaime's hands shot up in the air, as if searching for Daddy.
Logan strode to Jaime's side and held one of his hands. Jaime pulled at his arm and squeezed it between his arms and chest. "daddy ..."
Logan watched as peace lingered over Jaime's face.
"That's right ... I'm eveybody's daddy." Logan whispered contentedly before pulling back and leaving.
~~
Tabby tended the bar. It was getting late and the usual night crowd slowly filled the place. Tabby chatted with costumers here and there. Blew a bubble and popped it and blew one again. She had three pieces of gum in her mouth and she's been chewing on it for a week now.
It made her stomach flutter at the idea of Jaime getting molested, John taking care of him and Bobby and Roberto having to come to the rescue. It's all confusing. John wasn't really bad. Tabby knew. John often preferred the Brotherhood mansion than Magneto's high class etche bureche(etche bureche: crap, blah, blah, you know, expression I use alot.).
What struck her the most was how Jaime had always smiled. She had seen him cry at times but then again ... those scarce moments always passed.
Right now, she was speechless. She didn't have a say at all in all this. What goes, goes.
~~
Remy sang to himself, "Four hugs a day, that's the minimum, four hugs a day, THAT's the maximum!"
A smile ghosting upon his face.
He licked his lips, after all that has happened, analyzing everything, he had one solution to everything. Water.
~~
Todd had been lazing around, feeling as if he could never move again. Jaime was like his best friend and he couldn't help but get tourmented by all this. His best friend was raped. He felt worthless. He could have done something if he was there. He felt worthless when he saw Jaime crying through the door frame when the the Bobby guy and the Roberto guy came to take him. He felt as if his whole life was worthless.
Todd traced circles in the atmosphere. He closed his eyes and flung his arms onto his sides. He swallowed hard.
Why was it so hard for him to accept all that has happened and the fact that he was worthless!?
Todd sighed as he hopped up his room.
~~
tbc ...
