November 9, 2004
Corey shoved the books from the shelf and began searching through the scattered mess, frenzily. "Come on...there has to be something that can help me....you wouldn't leave me with nothing, Mom,"he mumbles, shaking books and watching for anything to fall out. Several book pages drift to the floor but nothing of interest. He shoved several more rows of books from the bookcases in his father's study; nothing except an old slightly torn piece of white paper. The address written there was faded but he could make out New York and the word. Xavier.
Maybe this it. New York...it'll be a long trip but maybe this is where I can get help. I don't know a thing about dealing with this mutation or whatever the heck it is that I can do...
He slid out of the study and moved to his bedroom down the hall; one of seven. His hands carefully unlocked the door then relocked it once he'd removed his bag. Corey turned out lights as he went and pressed a few buttons to put the alarm back in activation mode; his entrance earlier had barely been avoided a public anouncement. He waited tweleve seconds to be sure no one was watching him before hurrying to the driveway and putting his stuff into the back of his car. It was a red sports car, a present from his parents on his last birthday.
"New York...what other choice do I have?"Corey mumbled, climbing in, starting the engine, and backing out of the driveway and away from his life.
A little less then an hour later he read a sign. Now Leaving Nebraska....
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November 10, 2004
"It would be best if we left now, Mr. Collins."
Russ glowered at his father throughout the time it took Andrea to load his things into the van. He didn't pack much, wouldn't need much. The plain black van was just that plain except for a mesh-like window at the very back and it's tinted windows.
His father's hand rested on his shoulder. "It's easier this way, Russ. You can still keep in touch with me and I'm sure you'll be happier there,"he said as Russ glowered at the van.
Russ shrugged his hand off. "Don't touch me. We should be going." His reply was cold as he climbed into the van, barely glancing at the other person in the van beside him. His concern at the moment was his father's abandonment of him.
Why now? I haven't done anything, Father. Why are you abandoning me?
He'd heard of parents abandoning their children when they learned they were mutants but his father didn't know his secret. The truth about his son being a 'filthy, dirty mutant' would probaly destroy him almost as much as his mother's disappearance when he was still young.
"That should make the last of our stops.....time to go,"Andrea announced as she got in and started the van,"Are you both okay?"
Russ turned away and pointedly stared out the window. He was angry. Angry at her for being so calm about this. Angry at the other girl for simply reading the book that lay open across her lap. Angry at himself for having to go through this. Hell, he was just angry to be angry.
"It doesn't feel good to be betrayed does it?" The question startled him and he looked over at the girl beside him, knowing she'd asked the question. Her gaze hadn't moved from the book and she didn't appear to be speaking to Andrea as the latter was intent upon her driving.
"How would you know what I feel?"
"I just do...doesn't feel good, does it?"
"What do you know?"he scowled, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
The girl worried him. He hadn't spoken to her but she knew he felt betrayed. She didn't look old enough to work at Icon, maybe high school age. The second thought hit him like a lead brick in his stomache.
A mutant. She was a mutant that was going to be used for experimentation then killed like all the others. Something told him she was definetly a mutant, a type he'd never met before.
Russ grimaced as his head hit the door, causing a painful headache. Andrea's driving skills were lacking.
"Ow!"
"Ow!"
"Sorry..my driving's not that great. Haven't had much practice as of late. Are you both okay?"
"Great."
"Sure..." The girl's reply was slower and she seemed almost in pain when she spoke.
Russ studied her out of the corner of his eye. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and he could see her teeth buried in her lower lip; her hands clenched the book incredibly hard for someone as small sized as herself.
"You okay?"
"Fine...it'll pass."
He caught Andrea's expression in the mirror. Worry marred it. A strange thing from an Icon worker, most would rather see a mutant suffer then waste the time to help them or even find out what was wrong. He watched and after a few moments the girl returned to her previous position; one arm resting against the window with her head against it, reading the book.
This isn't part of Icon and it sure as hell isn't anything else I intend to be part of either, Russ thought as he stared ahead, waiting for his moment to leave.
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"Leave me the hell alone!" Julius lifted his bag from the airport baggage claim and stalked out of the unloading area, ignoring the pesky plant salesmen that had been bothering since shortly after he got off his plane to the states.
His attitude hadn't improved on the long flight and he'd caused more then one problem for the staff that most of them were on the verge of a breakdown. He could care less.
Several chairs in the terminal came unbolted from the floor and flew across the airport, slamming into walls and startling screams from the waiting passengers. A trolley cart of luggage fell on it's side, knocking an older man over.
Julius smirked.
"That would be enough, Julius.." He turned at the voice. The man he met was nothing short of amusing. He was short, hairy, and had a nasty disposition from what Juilius could see. No doubt this was the man sent from his father's boarding school.
"What?"
"I don't know what kind of fits you're used to throwing but here you have to act like something other than a damn six-year-old."
"I'm 19."
The man laughed, harshly. "Start acting it. Where's your stuff? I ain't got eternity to waste with you."
Julius sneered,"Looks like you already lived through eternity."
In the next instant he was pinned against a wall with a set of 'metal' claws pressed almost against his throat. The man growled. "Don't. Either you come easy or I can take you back in pieces...pick one."
"If I chose pieces?"
The blades pressed closer at the same instant as several more chairs unbolted and flew across the airport.
Julius took a breath, bringing the blades directly against his throat. "Let go...I don't have much of a choice either."
The man released him and walked away without a word.
What a guy, Julius thought, following him out, if everyone at this boarding school acts like him I'll be in a self-created hell. Thanks, Dad, thanks alot.
He still hadn't gotten over his father actually making the call and enrolling him in boarding school. It had seemed a joke until the moment when he'd made the call then a joke again until they went to the airport. All thoughts of it being a joke were gone.
"Would you stop gawking at the sights? We ain't got time for this, kid."
"Who would you be? The God of Time?" Julius followed him to the car and stared at it. "No way in hell."
"Get in the damn car, Julius."
"Ah, hell fucking no."
The blades came out again and he got in, throwing his stuff into the back. The man got in and started the engine, looking even less happy then him. "Buckle up."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Wolverine. You don't need to know anything else..."
Julius sighed. "Wolverine? Is that a joke?"
Silence.
"The silent treatement. How lucky for me."
SEVERAL HOURS LATER AT THE RESTORED XAVIER'S INSTITUTE
Logan sniffed the air after getting out of the car with Julius. Something wasn't right. A scent he didn't recognize came to him. He stopped and sniffed at the air.
"Is there a problem, Sparky?"Julius questioned, looking up at the institute with a renewed look of boredem,"Do you smell a bottle of flea powder?"
"Shut up....someone's here."
"There's me and you, 'Wolverine'."
"Another...it's not Rogue either."
"Rogue? Now I'm definetly going to wonder what you people do...could I get some?"
Logan growled, wanting nothing more then to kill the kid but he had bigger matters. He walked up to the front door and inside, sniffing at the air. The scent was fresh. Whoever was within the institute either hadn't left long ago or was still within it's walls.
Whoever it is will be damn sorry they even found the place. I'll make sure of that. This place took years to repair it ain't all going to hell now. Rogue'll understand.
He moved further within the walls and found his way into the back living area. His eyes scanned the area as he smelt the scent the strongest. His blades extracted themselves from his knuckles and poised, ready to attack.
Something moved in the shadows and just as fast Logan attacked, pinning it against the wall and pressing his blades almost into the thing's throat. The person groaned.
"Who the hell are you?"
A whimper later a voice whisphered something incoherent.
Something cold and dark-colored touched his cheek; the effects were instant as the place where the hand rested began to turn to dust and flake.....
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Cliffhanger much? I think it counts as one....like the cast? hate 'em? Confused much? All this comes to light the next chapter....getting to know each other games aren't good. Bodily harm up next! Until you see another date it is still November 10, 2004....the days will speed up soon..I promise. Note: anyone who begisn to wonder about Angel's personality must remember she's BORDERLINE ADD(attention deficit disorder)
Corey shoved the books from the shelf and began searching through the scattered mess, frenzily. "Come on...there has to be something that can help me....you wouldn't leave me with nothing, Mom,"he mumbles, shaking books and watching for anything to fall out. Several book pages drift to the floor but nothing of interest. He shoved several more rows of books from the bookcases in his father's study; nothing except an old slightly torn piece of white paper. The address written there was faded but he could make out New York and the word. Xavier.
Maybe this it. New York...it'll be a long trip but maybe this is where I can get help. I don't know a thing about dealing with this mutation or whatever the heck it is that I can do...
He slid out of the study and moved to his bedroom down the hall; one of seven. His hands carefully unlocked the door then relocked it once he'd removed his bag. Corey turned out lights as he went and pressed a few buttons to put the alarm back in activation mode; his entrance earlier had barely been avoided a public anouncement. He waited tweleve seconds to be sure no one was watching him before hurrying to the driveway and putting his stuff into the back of his car. It was a red sports car, a present from his parents on his last birthday.
"New York...what other choice do I have?"Corey mumbled, climbing in, starting the engine, and backing out of the driveway and away from his life.
A little less then an hour later he read a sign. Now Leaving Nebraska....
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November 10, 2004
"It would be best if we left now, Mr. Collins."
Russ glowered at his father throughout the time it took Andrea to load his things into the van. He didn't pack much, wouldn't need much. The plain black van was just that plain except for a mesh-like window at the very back and it's tinted windows.
His father's hand rested on his shoulder. "It's easier this way, Russ. You can still keep in touch with me and I'm sure you'll be happier there,"he said as Russ glowered at the van.
Russ shrugged his hand off. "Don't touch me. We should be going." His reply was cold as he climbed into the van, barely glancing at the other person in the van beside him. His concern at the moment was his father's abandonment of him.
Why now? I haven't done anything, Father. Why are you abandoning me?
He'd heard of parents abandoning their children when they learned they were mutants but his father didn't know his secret. The truth about his son being a 'filthy, dirty mutant' would probaly destroy him almost as much as his mother's disappearance when he was still young.
"That should make the last of our stops.....time to go,"Andrea announced as she got in and started the van,"Are you both okay?"
Russ turned away and pointedly stared out the window. He was angry. Angry at her for being so calm about this. Angry at the other girl for simply reading the book that lay open across her lap. Angry at himself for having to go through this. Hell, he was just angry to be angry.
"It doesn't feel good to be betrayed does it?" The question startled him and he looked over at the girl beside him, knowing she'd asked the question. Her gaze hadn't moved from the book and she didn't appear to be speaking to Andrea as the latter was intent upon her driving.
"How would you know what I feel?"
"I just do...doesn't feel good, does it?"
"What do you know?"he scowled, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
The girl worried him. He hadn't spoken to her but she knew he felt betrayed. She didn't look old enough to work at Icon, maybe high school age. The second thought hit him like a lead brick in his stomache.
A mutant. She was a mutant that was going to be used for experimentation then killed like all the others. Something told him she was definetly a mutant, a type he'd never met before.
Russ grimaced as his head hit the door, causing a painful headache. Andrea's driving skills were lacking.
"Ow!"
"Ow!"
"Sorry..my driving's not that great. Haven't had much practice as of late. Are you both okay?"
"Great."
"Sure..." The girl's reply was slower and she seemed almost in pain when she spoke.
Russ studied her out of the corner of his eye. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and he could see her teeth buried in her lower lip; her hands clenched the book incredibly hard for someone as small sized as herself.
"You okay?"
"Fine...it'll pass."
He caught Andrea's expression in the mirror. Worry marred it. A strange thing from an Icon worker, most would rather see a mutant suffer then waste the time to help them or even find out what was wrong. He watched and after a few moments the girl returned to her previous position; one arm resting against the window with her head against it, reading the book.
This isn't part of Icon and it sure as hell isn't anything else I intend to be part of either, Russ thought as he stared ahead, waiting for his moment to leave.
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"Leave me the hell alone!" Julius lifted his bag from the airport baggage claim and stalked out of the unloading area, ignoring the pesky plant salesmen that had been bothering since shortly after he got off his plane to the states.
His attitude hadn't improved on the long flight and he'd caused more then one problem for the staff that most of them were on the verge of a breakdown. He could care less.
Several chairs in the terminal came unbolted from the floor and flew across the airport, slamming into walls and startling screams from the waiting passengers. A trolley cart of luggage fell on it's side, knocking an older man over.
Julius smirked.
"That would be enough, Julius.." He turned at the voice. The man he met was nothing short of amusing. He was short, hairy, and had a nasty disposition from what Juilius could see. No doubt this was the man sent from his father's boarding school.
"What?"
"I don't know what kind of fits you're used to throwing but here you have to act like something other than a damn six-year-old."
"I'm 19."
The man laughed, harshly. "Start acting it. Where's your stuff? I ain't got eternity to waste with you."
Julius sneered,"Looks like you already lived through eternity."
In the next instant he was pinned against a wall with a set of 'metal' claws pressed almost against his throat. The man growled. "Don't. Either you come easy or I can take you back in pieces...pick one."
"If I chose pieces?"
The blades pressed closer at the same instant as several more chairs unbolted and flew across the airport.
Julius took a breath, bringing the blades directly against his throat. "Let go...I don't have much of a choice either."
The man released him and walked away without a word.
What a guy, Julius thought, following him out, if everyone at this boarding school acts like him I'll be in a self-created hell. Thanks, Dad, thanks alot.
He still hadn't gotten over his father actually making the call and enrolling him in boarding school. It had seemed a joke until the moment when he'd made the call then a joke again until they went to the airport. All thoughts of it being a joke were gone.
"Would you stop gawking at the sights? We ain't got time for this, kid."
"Who would you be? The God of Time?" Julius followed him to the car and stared at it. "No way in hell."
"Get in the damn car, Julius."
"Ah, hell fucking no."
The blades came out again and he got in, throwing his stuff into the back. The man got in and started the engine, looking even less happy then him. "Buckle up."
"Who the hell are you?"
"Wolverine. You don't need to know anything else..."
Julius sighed. "Wolverine? Is that a joke?"
Silence.
"The silent treatement. How lucky for me."
SEVERAL HOURS LATER AT THE RESTORED XAVIER'S INSTITUTE
Logan sniffed the air after getting out of the car with Julius. Something wasn't right. A scent he didn't recognize came to him. He stopped and sniffed at the air.
"Is there a problem, Sparky?"Julius questioned, looking up at the institute with a renewed look of boredem,"Do you smell a bottle of flea powder?"
"Shut up....someone's here."
"There's me and you, 'Wolverine'."
"Another...it's not Rogue either."
"Rogue? Now I'm definetly going to wonder what you people do...could I get some?"
Logan growled, wanting nothing more then to kill the kid but he had bigger matters. He walked up to the front door and inside, sniffing at the air. The scent was fresh. Whoever was within the institute either hadn't left long ago or was still within it's walls.
Whoever it is will be damn sorry they even found the place. I'll make sure of that. This place took years to repair it ain't all going to hell now. Rogue'll understand.
He moved further within the walls and found his way into the back living area. His eyes scanned the area as he smelt the scent the strongest. His blades extracted themselves from his knuckles and poised, ready to attack.
Something moved in the shadows and just as fast Logan attacked, pinning it against the wall and pressing his blades almost into the thing's throat. The person groaned.
"Who the hell are you?"
A whimper later a voice whisphered something incoherent.
Something cold and dark-colored touched his cheek; the effects were instant as the place where the hand rested began to turn to dust and flake.....
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Cliffhanger much? I think it counts as one....like the cast? hate 'em? Confused much? All this comes to light the next chapter....getting to know each other games aren't good. Bodily harm up next! Until you see another date it is still November 10, 2004....the days will speed up soon..I promise. Note: anyone who begisn to wonder about Angel's personality must remember she's BORDERLINE ADD(attention deficit disorder)