Awwwww. I made it sad, ow well, thats what geometry does to you. My little
brother is singing a sad song for Corrince now. Okay, so its more like bom
bom bom, bom bom bom and so on, but anyway! On with the fic!
Sniffle. I can't think of a chapter title. Sniffle.
Jerry was still screaming when Ororo and Logan managed to strap him in his seat and help the X-Jet take off.
"I told you he would die," Abby whispered, tears flowing down her cheeks as she rocked back and forth it her seat. Every member of the Gang felt the tragic loss of their leader. Even Rufus was silent on the ride back to the mansion.
They had managed to rescue three mutants from the Friends Of Humanity, a four year old girl with pointed ears and green hair who could make her every wish come true, a twenty year old with the longer body of an eagle and wings, and a thirty-three year old with telekinetic powers.
When they got back to the mansion, Professor Xavier spoke with the new three about where to find their families. The Gang were all huddled in the rec room, no one saying a word about the mission.
Rufus was buried in a mass of pillows, not feeling his usual self without his leader. Terra was playing a game a game of chess with her opposite self, but neither was very enthusiastic about the game. Micheal and Clara were sitting on a loveseat, their eyes closed. Abby just kept crying on Jerry's shoulder, dismayed about not being able to stop Corrince's death.
Jerry was taking it the worst, he was one of Corrince's first comrades and had been closest to the prophetic mutant. He was going to be the leader now that Corrince was gone and he hadn't said a word to anybody since they had gotten back to the mansion. Presently he stood up and marched towards the professor's office.
"Mr. Xavier, we won't be needing your hospitality anymore," he informed the telepath. "We're going back to our home, we're sorry we troubled you," and with that he marched back into the rec room to his fellows.
"Whats the matter baby?" Abby asked, worried about the look on Jerry's face.
"We're going back home, get your stuff." The Gang jumped up to do as they were bidden and within the next hour strode out the front door to their van. The X-Men were waiting for them.
"You don't have to go," Ororo assured them. "Please, stay?"
Timothy looked on the verge of tears as his brother shook his head and loaded his stuff in the back of the van. "Don't go!" he bawled and launched himself at the taller mutant, hugging him and sobbing.
Jerry ruffled his brother's hair and gently pried him off. He jumped into the front seat of the van and waited till all of his Gang were seated before driving down the long gravel driveway.
Timothy chased them down the lane for a while, begging for his brother to stay. Finally, the van drove out of sight and Timothy sat in the driveway, crying into his hands. Ororo had followed him and knelt down beside him, rubbing his back softly.
"Its okay," she murmured, "I'm sure they'll come back some day." The two X- Men trudged back up to their mansion, thinking back on the ones they had lost.
Nightmare sat on the floor of his old warehouse, cackling to himself about how well his plans were going.
The End
Yes, it is a horrible end. But I have another sequel!
Sniffle. I can't think of a chapter title. Sniffle.
Jerry was still screaming when Ororo and Logan managed to strap him in his seat and help the X-Jet take off.
"I told you he would die," Abby whispered, tears flowing down her cheeks as she rocked back and forth it her seat. Every member of the Gang felt the tragic loss of their leader. Even Rufus was silent on the ride back to the mansion.
They had managed to rescue three mutants from the Friends Of Humanity, a four year old girl with pointed ears and green hair who could make her every wish come true, a twenty year old with the longer body of an eagle and wings, and a thirty-three year old with telekinetic powers.
When they got back to the mansion, Professor Xavier spoke with the new three about where to find their families. The Gang were all huddled in the rec room, no one saying a word about the mission.
Rufus was buried in a mass of pillows, not feeling his usual self without his leader. Terra was playing a game a game of chess with her opposite self, but neither was very enthusiastic about the game. Micheal and Clara were sitting on a loveseat, their eyes closed. Abby just kept crying on Jerry's shoulder, dismayed about not being able to stop Corrince's death.
Jerry was taking it the worst, he was one of Corrince's first comrades and had been closest to the prophetic mutant. He was going to be the leader now that Corrince was gone and he hadn't said a word to anybody since they had gotten back to the mansion. Presently he stood up and marched towards the professor's office.
"Mr. Xavier, we won't be needing your hospitality anymore," he informed the telepath. "We're going back to our home, we're sorry we troubled you," and with that he marched back into the rec room to his fellows.
"Whats the matter baby?" Abby asked, worried about the look on Jerry's face.
"We're going back home, get your stuff." The Gang jumped up to do as they were bidden and within the next hour strode out the front door to their van. The X-Men were waiting for them.
"You don't have to go," Ororo assured them. "Please, stay?"
Timothy looked on the verge of tears as his brother shook his head and loaded his stuff in the back of the van. "Don't go!" he bawled and launched himself at the taller mutant, hugging him and sobbing.
Jerry ruffled his brother's hair and gently pried him off. He jumped into the front seat of the van and waited till all of his Gang were seated before driving down the long gravel driveway.
Timothy chased them down the lane for a while, begging for his brother to stay. Finally, the van drove out of sight and Timothy sat in the driveway, crying into his hands. Ororo had followed him and knelt down beside him, rubbing his back softly.
"Its okay," she murmured, "I'm sure they'll come back some day." The two X- Men trudged back up to their mansion, thinking back on the ones they had lost.
Nightmare sat on the floor of his old warehouse, cackling to himself about how well his plans were going.
The End
Yes, it is a horrible end. But I have another sequel!