StArRy1233: oh no, I got someone else planned for her. As for the
characters you really should read Author's notes since I explained in
the first chapter what stories you need to read to completely
understand this, and I suggest you do so.
BlackRoseApocalyps: Yes and believe me he'll learn that the hard way.
CHAPTER 3: NIGHT TERRORS
It was one of the same nightmares that had haunted him for his entire life, and would most likely for the rest of his entire life. He was just a child, but indeed of a happy place with a family he was behind a glass cage.
Then there were the 'doctors'. The ones all in white and they were jabbing him with needles and other stuff, and then there were other faces that belonged to the horrible place. Other things too, as where the other children. He had to watch as they suffered and there was nothing he could do, he was too weak and helpless.
He tried to run, tried to fight, but they overpowered him. "You'll never escape us Prodigy Seven." Came a cold and menacing voice. He woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat.
"Oh God I hate those nightmares." Vincent said to himself. He checked the clock and it read past three in the morning. He shuffled his way to the bathroom in his room. All the adults had one, but there were one for the kids to use too.
He flicked on the light. He squinted from the harsh light and made his way to the sink. He drew some water and splashed in on their face. He looked back into the mirror. The normal pleasant face he usually had, was now replaced by one that showed more age then his twenty-two years of life. Especially in his light blue eyes, in them he could see the hardness, the never-ending sadness in them.
He ran a hand throw his closed cut black hair and looked one last time at himself in the mirror. He noticed his pale skin had taken a nice tan of late thanks to all the outdoor training but he couldn't enjoy the though at the moment.
He looked down and realized that he was only wearing his cotton pants. He could see his athletic build and the oriental tattoo over his chest and a scar on his right ribs. He sighed to himself and turned, luckily he couldn't see the many scars on his back reflected in the mirror, especially the large one that went from his right shoulder to the lower left of his back.
He put on a T-Shirt and was wondering what to do. After a nightmare like that it took him some time to get back to sleep. He scratched sub- consciously at the last scar on his arm. He always found it ironic that a man who could take a howitzer to the chest and get back up had so many. But then he got them before his mutation kicked in.
He thought about trying some meditation since it usually calmed him, but didn't feel like he would be able to find his center and would be pointless then. He thought about going to the basement and getting a few beers but he really didn't feel like that either.
Plus if Mary caught him, he was going to live to regret it. So he decided to head for the basement and use the TV down there since it wouldn't wake anyone up. He closed the door silently and used his flight powers to send himself a few inches off the ground. That way he wouldn't risk his footsteps waking anyone else up.
He was just about to go one when he heard two voices cry out. He thought it came from the twin's room and slowly went to the door. He listened closely and heard crying inside. 'Looks like I wasn't the only one to have bad memories creep up on me tonight.' He thought to himself.
He opened the door, and since his eyes had adjusted to the dark once again he could make out two huddled forms on the bed, and he saw then tense up and move away from the door. "It's alright it's just me Vincent." He said silently to them.
He noticed them relax a little and he made his way to the bed. He could see Jack holding his sister. "Bad dream?" Vincent said even though he knew the answer. He had time that day to review their history and it wasn't pleasant.
Jill nodded furiously. Vincent moved himself onto the bed and stroked the girl's head. "It's going to be alright, nothing bad will happen here, I won't let it." He said to her. The girl latched onto his chest and started to cry silently. He noticed Jack was hugging his legs to his chest.
"Did you two have the same dream?" He asked either one of them. Jill answered him.
"Yeah...we sometimes dream (sniff) of the same things, like nightmares." She told him. Vince could see Jack was hurting but wouldn't let himself open up. He moved Jill over to his other side and while he still held on he put an arm around Jack.
He would feel him tense up. "Let it go." He said to the boy and for a moment he thought Jack would shut himself off again, but then he burst into tears and hugged Vince himself. So here he was trying to comfort two twin kids. After his own nightmare he felt he needed something like this too, but he had to be strong for the kids, they were still young and needed it more.
He didn't know how long it took but eventually they cried themselves to sleep in his arms. He was tried himself and he decided to rest a little to make sure the twins were asleep before he moved back on to his own room.
The next thing he knew he was being prodded in his ribs by something. He groaned and tried to move his arms but stopped when he felt a weight on both of them. He opened his eyes to see a very amused look on Mary's face.
"You look so cute right now." She said to him. He didn't understand her meaning and looked to the sides. Each twin had latched onto one of his arms hugging tightly to them. If he wasn't invulnerable he most likely would have had both of them numb by now.
He gently removed his arms and slide out of the bed. He looked to Mary then. "They had a bad dream last night." He explained to her as the quietly left the room.
"So did you." She said to him. He knew better then to know how she knew. After years of growing up she and Benny both knew about his nightmares and what they were and why he had them. "You slept till eight and since you only need six hours of sleep you only do sleep that late either your exhausted or...well you know." She said sadly.
He nodded his head glumly before he decided to lighten the mood. "Well there is one other reason." He said slyly.
She blushed a little at that meaning. "Damn you and your photographic memory." She said in mock anger. Even though any romantic relationship was over and done with them, they still like to tease the other a little with things from that time. Now there were more like best friends, or brother and sister, which although was kind of weird saying so after that, but that was how they felt.
Mary, Benny and Vincent loved each other very much, but it was more of a family love. They had been there for each other for years, and they knew they would be there for each other forever.
Vince also notice that Mary's hair was a little more messed up, and she looked slightly tired. "What about you? You look like you didn't sleep well either."
She sighed. "C was lonely and wanted to sleep in my bed, plus she was fidgeting at one point in the night, probably from her own bad dream."
"Seems like everyone had one tonight." Vince said to her slightly down at the news. C had a tendency to seek others out at night when she was scared or something was bothering her. He guessed that she was feeling a little lonely with her 'parents' gone and didn't want to be alone.
She had done it before, sometimes after she had a terrible dream. Usually she went to Mary or Liz. A few times she asked Vince and quite frankly how could you say no to a frightened little girl who you were in charge of protecting and raising?
"So how long before Liz is supposed to be back?" She asked him. AS they finished going down the stairs.
He thought about it. "Tomorrow I think. Did you call her on her cell and gave her an update?"
"Yeah, she was pleased that we were handling things though. She sounded well rested too."
"Guess that means we'll have to make sure the place is spotless for her when she get's back." He said.
Mary gave him a look and he got a confused look on his face. "Vince, when have you ever known that woman to think this house was completely clean?" He had to admit she was right. Liz was a compulsive cleaner and neat freak, as well as a low grade telepath and medic.
"Yeah your right...but I say we give her as little ammunition as possible." He said grinning to her.
She smiled back. "Yeah that would be helpful." They made their way to the kitchen where Ben was starting up breakfast and Rick was already there only slumped in his chair. Rick wasn't a morning person and it was best to leave him alone until he finished his breakfast and was fully awake.
'I can't wait until he's old enough for coffee.' Vince thought. 'Maybe he'd mellow out a little in the morning if he had some.' He thought of acting all cheerful and stuff to him since he hated morning people just as bad as mornings, but it was already a long night, and he didn't feel up to it.
He heard the sound of feet on the stairs and knew the breakfast crowd was coming. 'Well last night may have been hard for mostly everyone, but maybe in light of day thing will be different.' He thought to myself.
NEXT UP CHAPTER 4: WELCOME BACK LIZ
BlackRoseApocalyps: Yes and believe me he'll learn that the hard way.
CHAPTER 3: NIGHT TERRORS
It was one of the same nightmares that had haunted him for his entire life, and would most likely for the rest of his entire life. He was just a child, but indeed of a happy place with a family he was behind a glass cage.
Then there were the 'doctors'. The ones all in white and they were jabbing him with needles and other stuff, and then there were other faces that belonged to the horrible place. Other things too, as where the other children. He had to watch as they suffered and there was nothing he could do, he was too weak and helpless.
He tried to run, tried to fight, but they overpowered him. "You'll never escape us Prodigy Seven." Came a cold and menacing voice. He woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat.
"Oh God I hate those nightmares." Vincent said to himself. He checked the clock and it read past three in the morning. He shuffled his way to the bathroom in his room. All the adults had one, but there were one for the kids to use too.
He flicked on the light. He squinted from the harsh light and made his way to the sink. He drew some water and splashed in on their face. He looked back into the mirror. The normal pleasant face he usually had, was now replaced by one that showed more age then his twenty-two years of life. Especially in his light blue eyes, in them he could see the hardness, the never-ending sadness in them.
He ran a hand throw his closed cut black hair and looked one last time at himself in the mirror. He noticed his pale skin had taken a nice tan of late thanks to all the outdoor training but he couldn't enjoy the though at the moment.
He looked down and realized that he was only wearing his cotton pants. He could see his athletic build and the oriental tattoo over his chest and a scar on his right ribs. He sighed to himself and turned, luckily he couldn't see the many scars on his back reflected in the mirror, especially the large one that went from his right shoulder to the lower left of his back.
He put on a T-Shirt and was wondering what to do. After a nightmare like that it took him some time to get back to sleep. He scratched sub- consciously at the last scar on his arm. He always found it ironic that a man who could take a howitzer to the chest and get back up had so many. But then he got them before his mutation kicked in.
He thought about trying some meditation since it usually calmed him, but didn't feel like he would be able to find his center and would be pointless then. He thought about going to the basement and getting a few beers but he really didn't feel like that either.
Plus if Mary caught him, he was going to live to regret it. So he decided to head for the basement and use the TV down there since it wouldn't wake anyone up. He closed the door silently and used his flight powers to send himself a few inches off the ground. That way he wouldn't risk his footsteps waking anyone else up.
He was just about to go one when he heard two voices cry out. He thought it came from the twin's room and slowly went to the door. He listened closely and heard crying inside. 'Looks like I wasn't the only one to have bad memories creep up on me tonight.' He thought to himself.
He opened the door, and since his eyes had adjusted to the dark once again he could make out two huddled forms on the bed, and he saw then tense up and move away from the door. "It's alright it's just me Vincent." He said silently to them.
He noticed them relax a little and he made his way to the bed. He could see Jack holding his sister. "Bad dream?" Vincent said even though he knew the answer. He had time that day to review their history and it wasn't pleasant.
Jill nodded furiously. Vincent moved himself onto the bed and stroked the girl's head. "It's going to be alright, nothing bad will happen here, I won't let it." He said to her. The girl latched onto his chest and started to cry silently. He noticed Jack was hugging his legs to his chest.
"Did you two have the same dream?" He asked either one of them. Jill answered him.
"Yeah...we sometimes dream (sniff) of the same things, like nightmares." She told him. Vince could see Jack was hurting but wouldn't let himself open up. He moved Jill over to his other side and while he still held on he put an arm around Jack.
He would feel him tense up. "Let it go." He said to the boy and for a moment he thought Jack would shut himself off again, but then he burst into tears and hugged Vince himself. So here he was trying to comfort two twin kids. After his own nightmare he felt he needed something like this too, but he had to be strong for the kids, they were still young and needed it more.
He didn't know how long it took but eventually they cried themselves to sleep in his arms. He was tried himself and he decided to rest a little to make sure the twins were asleep before he moved back on to his own room.
The next thing he knew he was being prodded in his ribs by something. He groaned and tried to move his arms but stopped when he felt a weight on both of them. He opened his eyes to see a very amused look on Mary's face.
"You look so cute right now." She said to him. He didn't understand her meaning and looked to the sides. Each twin had latched onto one of his arms hugging tightly to them. If he wasn't invulnerable he most likely would have had both of them numb by now.
He gently removed his arms and slide out of the bed. He looked to Mary then. "They had a bad dream last night." He explained to her as the quietly left the room.
"So did you." She said to him. He knew better then to know how she knew. After years of growing up she and Benny both knew about his nightmares and what they were and why he had them. "You slept till eight and since you only need six hours of sleep you only do sleep that late either your exhausted or...well you know." She said sadly.
He nodded his head glumly before he decided to lighten the mood. "Well there is one other reason." He said slyly.
She blushed a little at that meaning. "Damn you and your photographic memory." She said in mock anger. Even though any romantic relationship was over and done with them, they still like to tease the other a little with things from that time. Now there were more like best friends, or brother and sister, which although was kind of weird saying so after that, but that was how they felt.
Mary, Benny and Vincent loved each other very much, but it was more of a family love. They had been there for each other for years, and they knew they would be there for each other forever.
Vince also notice that Mary's hair was a little more messed up, and she looked slightly tired. "What about you? You look like you didn't sleep well either."
She sighed. "C was lonely and wanted to sleep in my bed, plus she was fidgeting at one point in the night, probably from her own bad dream."
"Seems like everyone had one tonight." Vince said to her slightly down at the news. C had a tendency to seek others out at night when she was scared or something was bothering her. He guessed that she was feeling a little lonely with her 'parents' gone and didn't want to be alone.
She had done it before, sometimes after she had a terrible dream. Usually she went to Mary or Liz. A few times she asked Vince and quite frankly how could you say no to a frightened little girl who you were in charge of protecting and raising?
"So how long before Liz is supposed to be back?" She asked him. AS they finished going down the stairs.
He thought about it. "Tomorrow I think. Did you call her on her cell and gave her an update?"
"Yeah, she was pleased that we were handling things though. She sounded well rested too."
"Guess that means we'll have to make sure the place is spotless for her when she get's back." He said.
Mary gave him a look and he got a confused look on his face. "Vince, when have you ever known that woman to think this house was completely clean?" He had to admit she was right. Liz was a compulsive cleaner and neat freak, as well as a low grade telepath and medic.
"Yeah your right...but I say we give her as little ammunition as possible." He said grinning to her.
She smiled back. "Yeah that would be helpful." They made their way to the kitchen where Ben was starting up breakfast and Rick was already there only slumped in his chair. Rick wasn't a morning person and it was best to leave him alone until he finished his breakfast and was fully awake.
'I can't wait until he's old enough for coffee.' Vince thought. 'Maybe he'd mellow out a little in the morning if he had some.' He thought of acting all cheerful and stuff to him since he hated morning people just as bad as mornings, but it was already a long night, and he didn't feel up to it.
He heard the sound of feet on the stairs and knew the breakfast crowd was coming. 'Well last night may have been hard for mostly everyone, but maybe in light of day thing will be different.' He thought to myself.
NEXT UP CHAPTER 4: WELCOME BACK LIZ