A/N: thanks to freelancer88! I needed sum enoucragment... I didn't really
intend on continuing the story, but I had this bit more which I thought I
could add on, and I'll continue if reading-shaped people think I should???
Lol! Oh n im not blanche, I don't write me stories... this may not be as
interesting, but it kinda explores Blanche's power more, and stuff... hmmm
yeah please review more!
Thanks muchly! Keep smilin evry1! =)
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Longing chapter two (wow! Not so good on more chapters so this is a shocker!)
Bobby looked over at me, apologising that he hadnt thought about that, as he held my hand tightly, looking me directly in my eyes and asking what I'd told Ronnie.
"I told him I was scared of normal people. He ran off, and I don't see why he would have done such a thing."
Bobby nodded, saying he didn't understand either. His touch lingered, until Rogue started walking backwards down the jet, and he looked away.
I let my eyes linger for a second, until Rogue gently brushed past me and I felt something move out of me, like I had the breath knocked out of me. I was recovering for a second, and I heard Rogue's voice in my head, and knew she'd done it to talk to me silently.
'I know how you feel. I can see it, he feels the same. Don't be scared,' she said, and I looked over at her, to see her doing her gloves up. I reached over and hugged her, whispering in her ear that I couldn't. "Why not?" she murmured in reply.
I just shook my head, musing that now wasn't the time for anything like that.
"I disagree. Now you need him more than ever. I don't need him at all." I looked her in the eyes, and she nodded, stepped back down the plane and doing up her seatbelt, as I looked over at Bobby, smiling coyly, and reaching over to hold his hand in my own.
He had a sad look in his eyes, and I wondered whether his parents would ever want him back. I wondered sometimes whether my parents would change their mind about the mutant thing if they knew I was one, but deep inside I knew that it was a useless fight.
I curled up in my seat and closed my eyes, buckling the seatbelt around me just in case. I fell asleep, but could hear people around me, what they were thinking, their thoughts. I listened to each in turn, and knew that I shouldn't, but I had to, I was too tired to bother trying to block them out. Bobby came first.
'Maybe she just thought I'd like it,' he was musing to himself, about the picture, but I knew different. I had known about the rejection and was getting prepared, to face the tragedy of being alone. At least he'd be able to remember what it was like. Then I turned to Logan.
'Alkali lake, under the surface? Why didn't I think of that? If he does anything to those kids and the professor I'll never forgive myself.' I could see images of a snow-covered place in the mountains, and somehow knew that we were headed there. Rogue was next.
'That was cool, but does she always get those voices? I'd go insane. I was right to tell her and Bobby, she's liked him for so long, I could just tell. Maybe I'm psychic too?'
'Wish she'd give my lighter back, it's not as if I can use it much up here is it?' I smiled, and sent it hovering over to him, telling him silently to be safe using it.
'Christ, this camp, if we go there, Blanche'll see her parents... We should have left her somewhere,' I instantly replied to Jean, asking her inside her head whether I would see my parents, whether it was real or just a possibility. 'I don't want to raise any hopes, and your parents arent the nicest of people to mutants, but yes, they're working with Stryker.'
I cut off the others, and sat there, curled up and with my eyes shut, thinking about what life could have been like if I wasn't a mutant, and I hadnt been taken away from my parents. Or if I had just been left with them, as I was.
I did manage to get some sleep, but when I woke up, we were hovering just feet above the ground, and there was a person stood in front of the air craft.
By the time we were safely lowered to the ground, I had just about gathered that this was Magneto (Eric, one of Xavier's old aquaintences) and his friend was Mystique, a shape shifter. I knew of Magneto, from Rogue and the others about the thing that had happened on Ellis Island a while ago.
We filed off the jet, and I shivered, as Logan asked Jean whether there were any decent clothes on the jet for me. She nodded, directing me to the clothes locker, where I found a pair of pair of trainers, some sports trousers, and a shirt and jacket.
I looked like a walking X-Men advert by the time I was dressed up, and Jean winced, asking whether I could be any more conspicuous. I shrugged, muttering that it wasn't my fault. I walked over to the edge of the clearing, and sat on a log that seemed to be very conveniently placed. I put my head in my hands and tried to keep my thoughts from wandering, knowing that I'd only end up with a headache.
But they did wander, and I ended up in Xavier's head, looking around. What really confused me was that when I tried to find out where he was, all I could see was the mansion in the sunshine.
There was a little girl there, and I was shocked to find myself as a separate entity to Xavier, where I was stood in a triangle with Xavier and the little girl. She had one blue eye and one brown eye, with curly mouse hair, and she was wearing a nightie. I was still wearing my 'x-jet' track kit, and Xavier was sat in his wheelchair, perfectly smart in the suit he was normally wearing.
"What are you doing here, you don't need to be here?" The little girl said, and Xavier turned towards me, asking me what I was doing in the mansion alone. "She's trespassing, she's being a bad girl," the little girl said, and I turned to her, asking her what her name was.
She didn't say anything and shut up promptly, as I told Xavier that we needed his help.
"We'll help when we get to Cerebro." I shook my head, saying he should wait, and the little girl seemed to get more upset, insisting that the professor get to Cerebro. Eventually they walked off, and I could see another little girl stood in front of me, telling me I should stay.
"But I need to go back to the woods, see Bobby," I murmured, and the little girl didn't let my eyes away from her own. I could feel something happening in my head and I frowned, narrowing my eyes at her. "What are you doing to my head?" She made a face, asking what I was. "I'm exactly the same as you, a mutant. Who's your dad?"
"William Stryker, he knows your mother, he's going to tell them where you are, they still don't know what you are. Magneto told him what you were." I shook my head, as it started to hurt, stabbing pains from being caught in a mind and getting too stuck in.
That doesn't happen very much, just when someone either wont let you out, or you cant get yourself out.
I could see my surroundings flicker, as I struggled to get out, until the little girl disappeared, and I saw one last glimpse of the professor, sat in a chair with something on his head in a green room, not the school, as the images faded out and I managed to slide out of his head.
My head hurt from the energy, and being out of my own head too long. Jean was over the clearing and without the energy to call out or do anything I fell off the log, trying to call out. I managed to project my thoughts, instead of talking, which hurt my head with the sheer volume of noise at the moment.
Only Jean turned round, and she saw me sprawled on the floor, clinging onto the log and clutching onto my head, which was full of the images of the little girl, and her leading the professor away, and the images of the green room. I couldn't get rid of these images and they flickered before my eyes, taking away my real vision as she ran over, asking what was wrong as she held my head in her warm hands, asking whether I was okay and trying to get inside to understand.
"Get out, it's like a disease," I thought loudly and she asked me aloud what was going on inside my head and what was going on. "I couldn't help it, my thoughts went to the professor, he was at the mansion with a little girl, she talked to me, and wouldn't let me leave, but it hurt, and I couldn't go, too many things were keeping me there."
Jean held me as the images became fewer and farther in between, until they had practically stopped.
"It was only an illusionist, don't worry. It wasn't real."
"She could control me, even though I was in someone else's head. She had control over him, and she could control me too, it hurt so much." I whispered, and hot tears burnt my cheeks. John walked over, asking what was going on, and whether I was okay. I still couldn't move, from the energy drain it had taken, and I wondered whether the little girl had taken my energy, and what she was doing with it.
"It wasn't a little girl, she was just an illusion," I nodded, and Jean asked John to go and get Logan, saying that I'd better sleep on the jet that night. I wanted to disagree, but I was feeling the cold right down every inch of me at the moment, so I didn't. Logan came over, and asked Jean what was going on as he saw me sat, resting heavily against the log.
"She got stuck in an illusion that's in Xavier's head. It drained all of her energy, she's so tired." He nodded, and picked me up, taking me through to the main part of the jet, where I curled up and had a rug over me, so I could sleep in the warm.
I closed my eyes, my head still throbbing with the effort it had taken to draw out, and the energy the little girl, or whoever she was, had taken out of me.
a/n: u like? If u like, tell me and I mite be convinced to continue! But im on exams at the moment so may take a while, cuz this I had writen ages ago, jus only up to here! Lol, anyway, please give any 'constructive criticism' but don't be nasty =) instar
Longing chapter two (wow! Not so good on more chapters so this is a shocker!)
Bobby looked over at me, apologising that he hadnt thought about that, as he held my hand tightly, looking me directly in my eyes and asking what I'd told Ronnie.
"I told him I was scared of normal people. He ran off, and I don't see why he would have done such a thing."
Bobby nodded, saying he didn't understand either. His touch lingered, until Rogue started walking backwards down the jet, and he looked away.
I let my eyes linger for a second, until Rogue gently brushed past me and I felt something move out of me, like I had the breath knocked out of me. I was recovering for a second, and I heard Rogue's voice in my head, and knew she'd done it to talk to me silently.
'I know how you feel. I can see it, he feels the same. Don't be scared,' she said, and I looked over at her, to see her doing her gloves up. I reached over and hugged her, whispering in her ear that I couldn't. "Why not?" she murmured in reply.
I just shook my head, musing that now wasn't the time for anything like that.
"I disagree. Now you need him more than ever. I don't need him at all." I looked her in the eyes, and she nodded, stepped back down the plane and doing up her seatbelt, as I looked over at Bobby, smiling coyly, and reaching over to hold his hand in my own.
He had a sad look in his eyes, and I wondered whether his parents would ever want him back. I wondered sometimes whether my parents would change their mind about the mutant thing if they knew I was one, but deep inside I knew that it was a useless fight.
I curled up in my seat and closed my eyes, buckling the seatbelt around me just in case. I fell asleep, but could hear people around me, what they were thinking, their thoughts. I listened to each in turn, and knew that I shouldn't, but I had to, I was too tired to bother trying to block them out. Bobby came first.
'Maybe she just thought I'd like it,' he was musing to himself, about the picture, but I knew different. I had known about the rejection and was getting prepared, to face the tragedy of being alone. At least he'd be able to remember what it was like. Then I turned to Logan.
'Alkali lake, under the surface? Why didn't I think of that? If he does anything to those kids and the professor I'll never forgive myself.' I could see images of a snow-covered place in the mountains, and somehow knew that we were headed there. Rogue was next.
'That was cool, but does she always get those voices? I'd go insane. I was right to tell her and Bobby, she's liked him for so long, I could just tell. Maybe I'm psychic too?'
'Wish she'd give my lighter back, it's not as if I can use it much up here is it?' I smiled, and sent it hovering over to him, telling him silently to be safe using it.
'Christ, this camp, if we go there, Blanche'll see her parents... We should have left her somewhere,' I instantly replied to Jean, asking her inside her head whether I would see my parents, whether it was real or just a possibility. 'I don't want to raise any hopes, and your parents arent the nicest of people to mutants, but yes, they're working with Stryker.'
I cut off the others, and sat there, curled up and with my eyes shut, thinking about what life could have been like if I wasn't a mutant, and I hadnt been taken away from my parents. Or if I had just been left with them, as I was.
I did manage to get some sleep, but when I woke up, we were hovering just feet above the ground, and there was a person stood in front of the air craft.
By the time we were safely lowered to the ground, I had just about gathered that this was Magneto (Eric, one of Xavier's old aquaintences) and his friend was Mystique, a shape shifter. I knew of Magneto, from Rogue and the others about the thing that had happened on Ellis Island a while ago.
We filed off the jet, and I shivered, as Logan asked Jean whether there were any decent clothes on the jet for me. She nodded, directing me to the clothes locker, where I found a pair of pair of trainers, some sports trousers, and a shirt and jacket.
I looked like a walking X-Men advert by the time I was dressed up, and Jean winced, asking whether I could be any more conspicuous. I shrugged, muttering that it wasn't my fault. I walked over to the edge of the clearing, and sat on a log that seemed to be very conveniently placed. I put my head in my hands and tried to keep my thoughts from wandering, knowing that I'd only end up with a headache.
But they did wander, and I ended up in Xavier's head, looking around. What really confused me was that when I tried to find out where he was, all I could see was the mansion in the sunshine.
There was a little girl there, and I was shocked to find myself as a separate entity to Xavier, where I was stood in a triangle with Xavier and the little girl. She had one blue eye and one brown eye, with curly mouse hair, and she was wearing a nightie. I was still wearing my 'x-jet' track kit, and Xavier was sat in his wheelchair, perfectly smart in the suit he was normally wearing.
"What are you doing here, you don't need to be here?" The little girl said, and Xavier turned towards me, asking me what I was doing in the mansion alone. "She's trespassing, she's being a bad girl," the little girl said, and I turned to her, asking her what her name was.
She didn't say anything and shut up promptly, as I told Xavier that we needed his help.
"We'll help when we get to Cerebro." I shook my head, saying he should wait, and the little girl seemed to get more upset, insisting that the professor get to Cerebro. Eventually they walked off, and I could see another little girl stood in front of me, telling me I should stay.
"But I need to go back to the woods, see Bobby," I murmured, and the little girl didn't let my eyes away from her own. I could feel something happening in my head and I frowned, narrowing my eyes at her. "What are you doing to my head?" She made a face, asking what I was. "I'm exactly the same as you, a mutant. Who's your dad?"
"William Stryker, he knows your mother, he's going to tell them where you are, they still don't know what you are. Magneto told him what you were." I shook my head, as it started to hurt, stabbing pains from being caught in a mind and getting too stuck in.
That doesn't happen very much, just when someone either wont let you out, or you cant get yourself out.
I could see my surroundings flicker, as I struggled to get out, until the little girl disappeared, and I saw one last glimpse of the professor, sat in a chair with something on his head in a green room, not the school, as the images faded out and I managed to slide out of his head.
My head hurt from the energy, and being out of my own head too long. Jean was over the clearing and without the energy to call out or do anything I fell off the log, trying to call out. I managed to project my thoughts, instead of talking, which hurt my head with the sheer volume of noise at the moment.
Only Jean turned round, and she saw me sprawled on the floor, clinging onto the log and clutching onto my head, which was full of the images of the little girl, and her leading the professor away, and the images of the green room. I couldn't get rid of these images and they flickered before my eyes, taking away my real vision as she ran over, asking what was wrong as she held my head in her warm hands, asking whether I was okay and trying to get inside to understand.
"Get out, it's like a disease," I thought loudly and she asked me aloud what was going on inside my head and what was going on. "I couldn't help it, my thoughts went to the professor, he was at the mansion with a little girl, she talked to me, and wouldn't let me leave, but it hurt, and I couldn't go, too many things were keeping me there."
Jean held me as the images became fewer and farther in between, until they had practically stopped.
"It was only an illusionist, don't worry. It wasn't real."
"She could control me, even though I was in someone else's head. She had control over him, and she could control me too, it hurt so much." I whispered, and hot tears burnt my cheeks. John walked over, asking what was going on, and whether I was okay. I still couldn't move, from the energy drain it had taken, and I wondered whether the little girl had taken my energy, and what she was doing with it.
"It wasn't a little girl, she was just an illusion," I nodded, and Jean asked John to go and get Logan, saying that I'd better sleep on the jet that night. I wanted to disagree, but I was feeling the cold right down every inch of me at the moment, so I didn't. Logan came over, and asked Jean what was going on as he saw me sat, resting heavily against the log.
"She got stuck in an illusion that's in Xavier's head. It drained all of her energy, she's so tired." He nodded, and picked me up, taking me through to the main part of the jet, where I curled up and had a rug over me, so I could sleep in the warm.
I closed my eyes, my head still throbbing with the effort it had taken to draw out, and the energy the little girl, or whoever she was, had taken out of me.
a/n: u like? If u like, tell me and I mite be convinced to continue! But im on exams at the moment so may take a while, cuz this I had writen ages ago, jus only up to here! Lol, anyway, please give any 'constructive criticism' but don't be nasty =) instar