State- thanks for another review, yea it could have been on the other one,
but I decided that I like the length so am gonna keep doing chapters that
size.
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Disclaimer- I do own my ocs in the fic but not X-men evolution.
Chapter 3
All they knew was blackness. And it seemed that all the ever had known was blackness as well. They were consumed, and barely alive. But not one. One was comfortable in darkness, know it all his life.
He floated, eyes wide open, in his own world. The others around him, all floating along. A young girl, knees clutched to her chest silently weeping. A young man, eyes shut tight muttering and grasping his head with one hand, the other slowly petting a long dead cat. And the last, not floating but flying, as though in a constant state of alert, though his eyes were shut he seemed to see.
The one comfortable wondered aloud, knowing that if his companions heard they would not be able to answer. "Is it still working?" He arched his back as though stretching. And was very suddenly surprised by a voice not his own.
"All...almost, there." The voice was dry as though it hadn't tasted water in days. The being who was flying seemed to look through everything, as though he had see it all before. "close... your eyes."
Without having to think they were closed, and with it all semblance of the peace he had known shattered. He saw things flying by, event taking place, again, and again. He saw the history of the human race.
He saw an African giving a speech to an enraptured audience, and just as quickly saw that same man laid in the ground. He saw great cannons roaring to life as tired farmers fought like soldiers. He saw the slaughter that had occurred through two world wars. He saw death of people young, and of people old.
But he also saw a young boy learn to ride a bicycle. A girl experiences her first kiss. A grandparent recounting the tales of the past for young ears. A mother holds her newborn son in her arms and kisses its forehead. Two people madly in love kissing lovingly after the priest speaks those six words.
He saw it all and it was so terrible and beautiful that tears sprang to his eyes. So much was revealed in those moments and so many questions bred. But one was most prominent. Why? And that one thought tore through his head, making it impossible for reason to exist. And then it was over. Done without any proof that it was ever there. And with his eyes still tightly closed he knew that they were there.
He opened his eyes, tears still streaming down his cheeks, slowly turning to ash before they could fall. And there was light; they were in a sunny field outside of what looked to be a park. He could pick up the laughter of children to his left, through a row of trees.
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DemonRouge- thanks for you approval.
Cookies to both of you!
Disclaimer- I do own my ocs in the fic but not X-men evolution.
Chapter 3
All they knew was blackness. And it seemed that all the ever had known was blackness as well. They were consumed, and barely alive. But not one. One was comfortable in darkness, know it all his life.
He floated, eyes wide open, in his own world. The others around him, all floating along. A young girl, knees clutched to her chest silently weeping. A young man, eyes shut tight muttering and grasping his head with one hand, the other slowly petting a long dead cat. And the last, not floating but flying, as though in a constant state of alert, though his eyes were shut he seemed to see.
The one comfortable wondered aloud, knowing that if his companions heard they would not be able to answer. "Is it still working?" He arched his back as though stretching. And was very suddenly surprised by a voice not his own.
"All...almost, there." The voice was dry as though it hadn't tasted water in days. The being who was flying seemed to look through everything, as though he had see it all before. "close... your eyes."
Without having to think they were closed, and with it all semblance of the peace he had known shattered. He saw things flying by, event taking place, again, and again. He saw the history of the human race.
He saw an African giving a speech to an enraptured audience, and just as quickly saw that same man laid in the ground. He saw great cannons roaring to life as tired farmers fought like soldiers. He saw the slaughter that had occurred through two world wars. He saw death of people young, and of people old.
But he also saw a young boy learn to ride a bicycle. A girl experiences her first kiss. A grandparent recounting the tales of the past for young ears. A mother holds her newborn son in her arms and kisses its forehead. Two people madly in love kissing lovingly after the priest speaks those six words.
He saw it all and it was so terrible and beautiful that tears sprang to his eyes. So much was revealed in those moments and so many questions bred. But one was most prominent. Why? And that one thought tore through his head, making it impossible for reason to exist. And then it was over. Done without any proof that it was ever there. And with his eyes still tightly closed he knew that they were there.
He opened his eyes, tears still streaming down his cheeks, slowly turning to ash before they could fall. And there was light; they were in a sunny field outside of what looked to be a park. He could pick up the laughter of children to his left, through a row of trees.
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Aces