Alone
Shadow Knight
Chapter 15: Broken Vision
Disclaimer: I don't own the fabulous show. I can admit it. :P
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Well, thank all of you who have read my story up to this point. I really appreciate ya'll sticking with me. Hope you enjoy this chapter. _NOTE_ at bottom! PLEASE READ!
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-Your worst enemy. . .is yourself.-
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(Pietro P.O.V.)
In those last few moments. . .
She was so close. . .
I could have reached out to touch her. . .
I could have helped her. . . .
But I couldn't.
My eyes felt dry in my head as my body quivered haphazardly. My knees buckled and my legs slipped underneath me in a boneless heap, slowly sinking to the cold floor. At that moment, I wanted to waste away into nothingness. Yet I knew my desires were unattainable.
They always were.
Clenching my eyes shut, I let my fingers curl in on my hand, forming a tight fist. It was all wrong. It wasn't supposed to be this way! Why?! Why did she have to go?! Why couldn't I stop her?
My fist pounded against the cool tiles, the numbing cold never registering in my mind. I was only focused on trying to hold back the cry that threatened to rip from my throat, making my chest heave and my stomach fold on itself. Tears burned in my eyes, but I didn't let them spill. The wrinkles formed on my forehead grew stiffer on my face as I let a muted scream of agony wrench from my mouth.
Why did it have to hurt so much?
Suddenly, I remembered something through my suffering. I remembered that someone. . .someone stopped me from getting to her. Someone had made me lose her once again.
My body aching with sorrow, I jumped stiffly to my feet and my frown suddenly turned to a murderous scowl. I could see him now. That bastard who stopped me. Even though he stared dimly at me behind an opaque set of ruby quartz lens, I knew that he was thinking the same thoughts I was.
He knew he had screwed up royally.
Quickly, I walked toward him, my stride stiff and jerky. He watched me quietly as his Adam's apple bobbed precariously along his throat. Suddenly I was there. I grasped the front of his uniform in my hands and lifted him off his toes, anger surging through me.
"You bastard," I yelled at him, not caring what the others thought, "you made me lose her again! You don't give squat shit about how people feel, do you? Dammit Summers! She was so close! Do you know how it feels to lose something so precious?!"
I knew that my emotions were beginning to take control of me. Summers slowly began to blur in my sight, morphing into something I couldn't acknowledge as I blinked unsteadily. Oh how I wished I could make him suffer like me! But, I knew. . . I couldn't. .
A sudden spur of overwhelming sorrow suddenly grasped me by the heart. I stretched my fist behind me, aiming for Summers' face. Rushing forward, I felt my fist halt before his face. Looking to my right, I saw a hand blocking mine, dark skin striking a deep contrast against my own pale skin.
My eyes suddenly jerked toward the owner of the hand. As I saw his dark, ebony eyes stare at me, filled with remorse and sorrow, I felt something shudder inside of me. My hold on Summers fell and he clattered noisily back down onto the ground. I didn't bother to stop him as he backed up a few paces away from me. My eyes were still trained on the man who had stopped me. Even as I knew he was mourning with me for the same reason, I felt a thick lump grow in my throat, making it hard for me to breath as tears burned in my vision.
"Why. . .," I managed to choke out, "Why does it hurt so much, Evan? She left before. . .Why does it still hurt?"
His eyes filmed over slightly as he heard me. Suddenly, it seemed that he couldn't continue to stare me in the eyes. Staring downward, he ran a hand over his bleached locks. "You known was well as I do," he mumbled, looking me back in the eyes, "You know the answer deep down. You always hurt when someone special leaves. We all did the first time."
I flinched involuntarily. He was right. I was denying the truth and trying to push past the pain as I had done in the past. Yet, this time, I was grown up and couldn't just leave that world of pain behind. If I didn't do something now. . . .I don't know what I would do.
Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on me, squeezing my shoulder tightly. Looking up, I saw Evan's eyes staring at me, knowing I understood the meaning behind his words. Distractedly, noticed the faint whisper of dark whiskers apparent on his chin. Right then, I saw a different person. It was the same boy I had grown up with yes, but now he had grown into a man, eyes full of shared pain and scars.
No, he wasn't the same boy I had grown up with now.
Now, . . .now he was a grown man who had his own share of suffering.
"Pietro," he spoke softly, his eyes trained on mine, "we will get her back. Don't worry. You many have missed someone you loved when you were young and reckless, but we miss her as much as you. She was my . . .our friend."
Then, he turned away from me, his hand leaving my shoulder. Taking a few steps toward his fellow comrades, he tapped on Jean's shoulder. In a turn of crimson hair, her face looked at Evan curiously. "Jean, could you find where Rogue is located now? Could you trace down her location," I heard him ask her.
"Yes," she replied, a slight wrinkle growing on her smoothly impeccable forehead, "but what about. . ." She glanced sparingly at me.
Evan's face grew somewhat agitated as his eyebrows drew together in tight knits. "Don't worry about Pietro," he barked at her, annoyance apparent, "He has the same right to our information as we do. Locate her please and relate her location to both us _and_ Pietro."
Jean simply nodded and closed her eyes, concentrating. As she searched with her mind, a vein began to grow apparent on her forehead as a frown grew on her face. Suddenly, her eyes flickered open, and she cried out in pain, a blood-curdling scream passing by her lips. She then proceeded to fall to the floor, clutching her head in pain.
I jogged over to the group as the swarmed around Jean, Summers in particular holding her form protectively to his chest. "Is she alright," I asked, my eyes watching her as she seemed to fight with something inside of her.
"No," Summers' whispered, his eyes flickering across her face as she began to convulse, he body performing a spasmodic dance in his arms, "Something wrong with her! She's fighting something in her head. Evan! Call the profess-"
He cut himself off as her body suddenly grew still, her lips coming to a strict line on her face and her eyes closing softly. Then, slowly, she reached up, nursing her head. "Jean," Summers whispered, his voice choked, "are you okay?"
Jean shook her head slightly before she murmured, "Yes. . .I. . . I found her. . . Rogue. ."
I bent closer to the redhead, my heart pounding against my chest. "Where," I asked, my voice tinged with anxiousness, "Where is she?"
Jean's glassy eyes stared back at me as she opened them. Her expression was strangely quiet and calm. "She's. . . she's near the mansion. Going toward a hotel. . ."
Then her eyes grew wide in fear.
"Pietro! You must get there quickly! Someone's waiting for her," she cried out while clutching my shirt desperately, her eyes wide in horror, "Someone lethal and set out to do something bad to her. It's the one who attacked me. . ."
I didn't wait to hear the rest of her words. I quickly slammed past the room's door, into the hall, and out the building doors. My feet sped along the snow, each heartbeat in my chest causing me to pick up my speed. Panic bit into my heart like poison. Only one thought continued to pound in my head as I ran, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Please don't be hurt, Rogue.
I wasn't nearly ready for what was waiting for me when I reached the apartment.
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YEAH! I finally got some progress on this story! Okay, so this was supremely short and sad. More like a teaser, no? But it's better that I posted something now, eh? Don't worry, the next chapter should be done by sometime this week. -_-. . . Yeah.
Well, this certainly causes some excitement, no? Hope you guys liked it. I bet you guys will NEVER guess who's waiting for Rogue! Wait. . . .I said that before on the second or third chapter and someone guessed it. . . .
OH WELL! I know NO ONE will guess it this time! HA ! :) Anywho, I guess you'll have to wait to the next chapter. . .
_NOTE_: For those of you confused, when I get the next chapter out, there will be some major explanation time for what's been going on. Sorry I've been confusing you guys, but it's essential for the plot. You just wait, you'll be informed soon! ^_^
Um. . .wait. . .I'm missing something. . . OH! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! thank you. ^_^
Ciao. ^_~
Shadow Knight
Chapter 15: Broken Vision
Disclaimer: I don't own the fabulous show. I can admit it. :P
~
Well, thank all of you who have read my story up to this point. I really appreciate ya'll sticking with me. Hope you enjoy this chapter. _NOTE_ at bottom! PLEASE READ!
~
-Your worst enemy. . .is yourself.-
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(Pietro P.O.V.)
In those last few moments. . .
She was so close. . .
I could have reached out to touch her. . .
I could have helped her. . . .
But I couldn't.
My eyes felt dry in my head as my body quivered haphazardly. My knees buckled and my legs slipped underneath me in a boneless heap, slowly sinking to the cold floor. At that moment, I wanted to waste away into nothingness. Yet I knew my desires were unattainable.
They always were.
Clenching my eyes shut, I let my fingers curl in on my hand, forming a tight fist. It was all wrong. It wasn't supposed to be this way! Why?! Why did she have to go?! Why couldn't I stop her?
My fist pounded against the cool tiles, the numbing cold never registering in my mind. I was only focused on trying to hold back the cry that threatened to rip from my throat, making my chest heave and my stomach fold on itself. Tears burned in my eyes, but I didn't let them spill. The wrinkles formed on my forehead grew stiffer on my face as I let a muted scream of agony wrench from my mouth.
Why did it have to hurt so much?
Suddenly, I remembered something through my suffering. I remembered that someone. . .someone stopped me from getting to her. Someone had made me lose her once again.
My body aching with sorrow, I jumped stiffly to my feet and my frown suddenly turned to a murderous scowl. I could see him now. That bastard who stopped me. Even though he stared dimly at me behind an opaque set of ruby quartz lens, I knew that he was thinking the same thoughts I was.
He knew he had screwed up royally.
Quickly, I walked toward him, my stride stiff and jerky. He watched me quietly as his Adam's apple bobbed precariously along his throat. Suddenly I was there. I grasped the front of his uniform in my hands and lifted him off his toes, anger surging through me.
"You bastard," I yelled at him, not caring what the others thought, "you made me lose her again! You don't give squat shit about how people feel, do you? Dammit Summers! She was so close! Do you know how it feels to lose something so precious?!"
I knew that my emotions were beginning to take control of me. Summers slowly began to blur in my sight, morphing into something I couldn't acknowledge as I blinked unsteadily. Oh how I wished I could make him suffer like me! But, I knew. . . I couldn't. .
A sudden spur of overwhelming sorrow suddenly grasped me by the heart. I stretched my fist behind me, aiming for Summers' face. Rushing forward, I felt my fist halt before his face. Looking to my right, I saw a hand blocking mine, dark skin striking a deep contrast against my own pale skin.
My eyes suddenly jerked toward the owner of the hand. As I saw his dark, ebony eyes stare at me, filled with remorse and sorrow, I felt something shudder inside of me. My hold on Summers fell and he clattered noisily back down onto the ground. I didn't bother to stop him as he backed up a few paces away from me. My eyes were still trained on the man who had stopped me. Even as I knew he was mourning with me for the same reason, I felt a thick lump grow in my throat, making it hard for me to breath as tears burned in my vision.
"Why. . .," I managed to choke out, "Why does it hurt so much, Evan? She left before. . .Why does it still hurt?"
His eyes filmed over slightly as he heard me. Suddenly, it seemed that he couldn't continue to stare me in the eyes. Staring downward, he ran a hand over his bleached locks. "You known was well as I do," he mumbled, looking me back in the eyes, "You know the answer deep down. You always hurt when someone special leaves. We all did the first time."
I flinched involuntarily. He was right. I was denying the truth and trying to push past the pain as I had done in the past. Yet, this time, I was grown up and couldn't just leave that world of pain behind. If I didn't do something now. . . .I don't know what I would do.
Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on me, squeezing my shoulder tightly. Looking up, I saw Evan's eyes staring at me, knowing I understood the meaning behind his words. Distractedly, noticed the faint whisper of dark whiskers apparent on his chin. Right then, I saw a different person. It was the same boy I had grown up with yes, but now he had grown into a man, eyes full of shared pain and scars.
No, he wasn't the same boy I had grown up with now.
Now, . . .now he was a grown man who had his own share of suffering.
"Pietro," he spoke softly, his eyes trained on mine, "we will get her back. Don't worry. You many have missed someone you loved when you were young and reckless, but we miss her as much as you. She was my . . .our friend."
Then, he turned away from me, his hand leaving my shoulder. Taking a few steps toward his fellow comrades, he tapped on Jean's shoulder. In a turn of crimson hair, her face looked at Evan curiously. "Jean, could you find where Rogue is located now? Could you trace down her location," I heard him ask her.
"Yes," she replied, a slight wrinkle growing on her smoothly impeccable forehead, "but what about. . ." She glanced sparingly at me.
Evan's face grew somewhat agitated as his eyebrows drew together in tight knits. "Don't worry about Pietro," he barked at her, annoyance apparent, "He has the same right to our information as we do. Locate her please and relate her location to both us _and_ Pietro."
Jean simply nodded and closed her eyes, concentrating. As she searched with her mind, a vein began to grow apparent on her forehead as a frown grew on her face. Suddenly, her eyes flickered open, and she cried out in pain, a blood-curdling scream passing by her lips. She then proceeded to fall to the floor, clutching her head in pain.
I jogged over to the group as the swarmed around Jean, Summers in particular holding her form protectively to his chest. "Is she alright," I asked, my eyes watching her as she seemed to fight with something inside of her.
"No," Summers' whispered, his eyes flickering across her face as she began to convulse, he body performing a spasmodic dance in his arms, "Something wrong with her! She's fighting something in her head. Evan! Call the profess-"
He cut himself off as her body suddenly grew still, her lips coming to a strict line on her face and her eyes closing softly. Then, slowly, she reached up, nursing her head. "Jean," Summers whispered, his voice choked, "are you okay?"
Jean shook her head slightly before she murmured, "Yes. . .I. . . I found her. . . Rogue. ."
I bent closer to the redhead, my heart pounding against my chest. "Where," I asked, my voice tinged with anxiousness, "Where is she?"
Jean's glassy eyes stared back at me as she opened them. Her expression was strangely quiet and calm. "She's. . . she's near the mansion. Going toward a hotel. . ."
Then her eyes grew wide in fear.
"Pietro! You must get there quickly! Someone's waiting for her," she cried out while clutching my shirt desperately, her eyes wide in horror, "Someone lethal and set out to do something bad to her. It's the one who attacked me. . ."
I didn't wait to hear the rest of her words. I quickly slammed past the room's door, into the hall, and out the building doors. My feet sped along the snow, each heartbeat in my chest causing me to pick up my speed. Panic bit into my heart like poison. Only one thought continued to pound in my head as I ran, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Please don't be hurt, Rogue.
I wasn't nearly ready for what was waiting for me when I reached the apartment.
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YEAH! I finally got some progress on this story! Okay, so this was supremely short and sad. More like a teaser, no? But it's better that I posted something now, eh? Don't worry, the next chapter should be done by sometime this week. -_-. . . Yeah.
Well, this certainly causes some excitement, no? Hope you guys liked it. I bet you guys will NEVER guess who's waiting for Rogue! Wait. . . .I said that before on the second or third chapter and someone guessed it. . . .
OH WELL! I know NO ONE will guess it this time! HA ! :) Anywho, I guess you'll have to wait to the next chapter. . .
_NOTE_: For those of you confused, when I get the next chapter out, there will be some major explanation time for what's been going on. Sorry I've been confusing you guys, but it's essential for the plot. You just wait, you'll be informed soon! ^_^
Um. . .wait. . .I'm missing something. . . OH! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!! thank you. ^_^
Ciao. ^_~