Next chapter is now up. This one took a while. Well here it is now, so have at it. Please review when you're done. BTW- swearing in this. I mean it is R, so it's okay, but we got a badmouth cop in here...not to mention Pyro of coarse. Longest chapter so far btw...
Bobby had the "pleasure" of discovering just how the people here take care of the dead the following day. He watched as his brother was thrown into a ditch and quickly buried; no coffin, no coverings, no nothing. There was just a hole in the ground and a boy. You see, those were the choices; cremated, if they felt like it or had time, or simple burring. Then he was told he better clear the area or he'd be next. He slowly walked back to the barrack where the Allerdyce family, or what was left, was staying. Bobby had thought a lot about what happened in the last few hours, and he had come to a conclusion; he had no idea what to do or what to say.
Bobby got back and the first thing he saw was three human police standing around someone; it was John. "You, your wanted by Mr. Stryker. Come with us now." The leader of the three said to John. "Why? What does he need me for? Wants to kill the rest of my family?" John said sarcastically. "Just come with us, you stupid..." he stopped for lack of an insult. "I'm a stupid what? What is it you want to say?" John got up in his face; he wasn't happy. "You're a filthy mutant who isn't worth my time or the air on Earth." the officer spit on his shirt. "You son of a bi...." He was cut off when the other two came up behind him and grabbed his arms and one put his hand over his mouth. "Now, your coming, thanks for cooperating." The leading one answered. His wife was trying to get to him, but one cop just shook her off.
Bobby watched as they began to march him off; his wife was still trying to reach him. Just then, the leading officer turned and hit her across the face and threw her against the wall. "Hey bitch! What you think you're doing? You just stay out of this!" he said, hitting her again. She cried out slightly when he hit her again. John was fuming and thrashing against the two who held him; unfortunately, they were near twice his size each. Bobby watched as John bit the hand that covered his mouth. The officer cried out and looked at his hand. "You leave her alone!" he shouted at the leader, who ignored him. He just pressed her against the wall when he pressed his body against her. "It's too bad that you're a mutant shit, your kinda pretty." He took her face and cupped it in his hand while his other held her hands down. She was struggling under his weight, trying to get free.
John was freaking out; he was trying anything to break free. He was completely unsuccessful; the other men where like armored tanks compared to him. The officer began rubbing his hand against her shoulders. She was starting to scream but the leading officer covered her mouth. "We'll have none of that, you worthless bitch!" he said, balling up his fist. She screamed for help right before his fist hit her. The force of the punch against her face was strong enough to send her bouncing off the wall and onto the floor. She remained motionless. John was yelling under the other officers' hand, but it did no good; they began to drag him away again. After the officers had taken him out of the building, Bobby ran in to Jessica. "Jessica? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" he asked her, checking her pulse. She was alive, but unconscious. He picked her up and carried her over to one of the cold, hard benches that they slept on. She was going to be okay, but there already was a lump on her face rising, accompanied by a darkening eye. He sighed and just sat there by her. If he didn't figure out something soon, it wouldn't take long for everyone he cared for to die; and if that happened, he wouldn't be long after.
John was slowly dragged further and further from his wife; he didn't care about where he was being taken, only who he was being taken from. Eventually, they reached a large, well furnished building that could only be William Strykers' private office. He was them brought into and elevator and thrown out on the top floor. Another trio of guards picked him up and escorted him inside Strykers' office. They dropped him in a chair and pulled his hands behind the chair where they were tied tightly. The guards excused themselves and shut the door behind as they leave.
John looked around at his surroundings; this office itself must be worth nearly a million dollars. Stryker has about ever luxury possible for a death camp. Stryker emerged from behind what appeared to be a sauna door. He was wearing a white robe when he walked over to the couch across from John and sat down. "Welcome, welcome Mr. Allerdyce, that's your name right?" Stryker offered, as if he was talking to an old friend. John said nothing. "Oh, come now, what's the matter? You're not still sore about what happened before are you? No hard feelings now." Stryker said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Of coarse not, who would still be holding a grudge only a day and half after his daughter was killed before his eyes?" John asked and he wished he had his powers right now, he wanted them really badly.
"Well, for right now at least, let's put that behind us and discuss the matters at hand." Stryker said, adjusting his towel. "What do you want?" John just wanted to get back to Jessica and that was the only thing on his mind. "I wanted to discuss your authority over the other mutants. From the moment you got here and started talking to me, you had the whole crowd in a trance; everyone was hypnotized into agreeing with what you were talking about. There is something you can do for me, is there something I can do for you?" Stryker asked him, looking sincere. "Something you can do for me?" John asked with a laugh in his voice. "You want to know what you can do for me. You know what you can do? You can let the mutants go, you can give me my daughter back, and you can fuck off!" He screamed at him!
Stryker only sighed and stood up. "Mr. Allerdyce, can't you cooperate, or at least try? All I am asking is that you talk to the other mutants and say that there is absolutely nothing else they can do for the time being so they should just be good and try to wait it out. They will listen to you; it seemed that everyone was listening to you. Everyone will know that if you say that nothing can be done, than nothing really can be done. Its very simple and you would defiantly be getting the better part of the deal." Stryker said walking over to his window. John looked Stryker dead in the eyes and spoke with an ice cold demeanor that was uncommon for him; he was usually raging anger and fire in these situations, but this was different. "I will never help you with anything...ever. I don't care how good it would be for me, I will never do anything for you. If you ask me, I would tell you to go fuck off and let the mutants go. What we'd ever do to you anyway?" John yelled.
"Mr. Allerdyce, lets not get into reason, frankly, it'd just take to long to explain to you." Stryker said and offered John a cup of coffee; John offered him the finger. "Please, you could almost consider it like a favor." Stryker said while sitting again. "Why the hell would I give you favor?" John spat his word at him. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. Look, I know who you are, and I know you have a family. You once had a daughter, now you don't. How would you like it if I made your wife disappear before you eyes also?" Stryker taunted him with his eyes. John's eyes flickered with the uncontrolled fire within him. "If you touch her, the only thing I have left..." he said, he couldn't voice what he felt. "Oh yes, I know how the death threat line goes. I'm not threatening, I'm giving you an option." Stryker just stared at him, as though he expected John to agree with him at any moment.
"How can you consider me lying to every mutant here an option?" John asked skeptically. "Your not lying to them, there really isn't anything they can do. I mean, really, do you think you can take my whole armed force without your powers? Do you think your gonna escape? Do you think your going to kill me Jonathan Allerdyce? What options do you really have?" Stryker laughed lightly at the thought. John didn't reply and Stryker considered it a victory. "So you'll do it? Do it for your wife; maybe for the memory of your daughter?" Stryker said. "Don't you ever talk about my daughter. You don't have right to talk about something so pure when are so heartless." He spat out once more. "Then I'm afraid you'll only experience more loss." Stryker pretended to feel remorse. "What, you want me to stand on the barracks and give a speech?" he asked sarcastically. "No I want you to say, "I just got back from a talk with Mr. Stryker and I've come to realize that nothing but pain can come from resistance. We are just going to have to let this all blow over."" Stryker said, beaming at his own brilliance.
"Can I make one small change? How about, "I was just returned after being kidnapped by asshole and be told me to bullshit you all about how we should just remain calm. How stupid does he think we are?"" John smiled back, rubbing it in Stryker's face. Stryker sighed one last time. "You have until tomorrow night to deliver this talk. If I don't hear it, we are going to have another little chat." He snapped his fingers and two guards stepped forward from outside Stryker's room. They untied John from the chair, pinned his arms and began to drag him back out of the room; John wasn't really fighting them this time, he wanted to go back. I need to talk to her; I just need to see her.
Bobby had remained sitting by Jessica Allerdyce after the guard had attacked her. He had found himself just holding her hand softly. He knew she would be okay, but she didn't want John to have to go through anymore pain. He wanted to be able to tell John that he had been here the whole time and made sure she would be okay. As he stared down at the slightly pale face of Jessica Allerdyce, so many thoughts came to his mind. He was haunted by the image of a little girl he had never met. He could see a white flower being held in a small hand. This woman, Jessica, made the image of the girl stronger, for they resembled each other. As he thought about the girl he could see more easily just how much she looked like her father. That terrifying scene had replayed itself over and over again in his head. He wondered if he could have prevented what had happened, but that thought came to a negative; John has been much closer to her than he had been and even John didn't get there in time. He thought about how pretty that little girl had been and how much she meant to her family.
He sighed as he realized what he had been doing. He has been making himself focus on someone else's pain, John's and Jessica's, to ease his own; his brother had just died. He could not yet come to face the facts that he had witnessed his brother's death. He didn't want to think about it, so he didn't. He remembered Ronnie's face...then pushed it away. He hadn't seen his brother for several years, the last time being when Stryker had invaded Xavier's mansion and they had fled to his parent home in Boston. He hadn't seen Ronnie sense, and Ronnie certainly had gotten on his bad side that day; but he was still his brother.
As Bobby's thoughts returned to the little girl, they were disrupted once more; two guards were forcing themselves forward, bring John with them. They got inside the barrack where Bobby said with John's wife. They brought him closer, than threw him into one of the hard metal sleeping bunks; he heard John give a quick gasp as all the air was knocked out of his lungs. The guards laughed and the one who had thrown him only said, "Opps." They left and Bobby went over to help his friend up. He grabbed John's arm and pulled him up quickly. John set himself right and thanked Bobby. He walked forward to where his wife was laying, fearing the worst.
"She's okay, she's just unconscious." Bobby said as John sat down beside her. John let out the breath he had been holding. "I've been watching after her until you returned. I saw what happened and I ran over to make sure she was okay." Bobby said as John brushed some of Jessica's hair off of her forehead. "Thank you." He said, looking at Bobby. Bobby couldn't reply, he was too distracted by the pain he saw in his friend's eyes. John had always been good at hiding his emotions in his eyes when he wanted to. But now, Bobby could read the pain inside him like an open book. He was sure though that he wasn't trying very hard to hide it. John's world had just crashed down upon him; he would have been lost too. Bobby knew there wasn't much he could do, but he just rested his hand on John's shoulder and sat down opposite him upon a hard bunk.
Charles Xavier sat with his head resting against the window of his barrack. Unlike the rest of the prisoners, the X-Men had been given nice barracks; windows, doors, bathrooms, and other necessities were included. He couldn't stand to be outside; for the first time that he could remember, he was terrified. He was terrified that he would come face to face with Jonathan Allerdyce. He had known John and had never before had a problem speaking to people; but this was so much different. How do you talk to someone like that? Sorry about your loss? Does that mean anything to him? Does that mean anything to anyone? My being sorry won't ease his pain; nothing right now could ease his pain. He didn't know how Bobby Drake could continue to spend his time there with him and his wife. Charles had never been one to run away from a problem, but he could even think about it. Every time he tried to think, he couldn't remove the image of a little girl with blood stained dress staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. It would haunt him for the rest of his life. But then, this whole experience would haunt him. This was just the first loss. He had never met the girl, but the heartlessness of William Stryker had startled him. There where humans here too, these weren't only sentinels killing mutants; there where humans killing mutants. That little girl had barely a chance at life, be because she was born with an extra gene, she was put to death.
Xavier sighed deeply and looked around at the other X-Men. Jean and Storm had withdrawn sense they had arrived. They weren't speaking and seemed to be watching movies in their minds as he was. Scott sat brooding, arms crossed over his chest, his vision off for the first time in a very long time. Marie, or Rogue, was sitting crying at a small table. Logan stood, as always, as her protector behind her. He had arms crossed as Scott had, and he seems really disturbed. Nightcrawler was silent except for the occasion prayers to The Lord. Colossus was also there; he sat with his head again the wall, thinking of anything else, something to take his mind too. Other younger mutant children where there as well, and they all sat crying on the floor.
Xavier looked back outside upon his fellow mutants and began to feel sorry for them as well. They were probably just as confused as he was, but unlike him, there days where numbered.
Bobby had been sitting by John in silence for about an hour now. He had been trying to think of something to say. After all these years, he had so many things they needed to talk about, but now just didn't seem right. He hated to start conversation this way, but something told him just to speak. "How old was she?" Bobby asked as gently as he could. The question had nearly burned a whole into his mind, waiting to be answered. John didn't answer at first, didn't say anything; he just continued to sit there. After a few minutes, Bobby decided he should apologize, he shouldn't have asked a question like that. That was when John finally spoke. "She was three. She had just had her third birthday a few days before they caught us." He said, talking lightly. Bobby smiled a little; John's back was still turned to him.
Bobby could almost see it; a little girl sitting at table with streamers, cake, and presents. Her mother and father stood beside her, watching her open her gifts. It was a great family they had going and it only took one man and one bullet to rip it all apart. John's voice brought him back to reality. "It was great. She loved animals, I don't know why; we didn't have any pets or anything. But sense the first time we ever took her to our animal park; she could spend hours upon hours looking at the cougars or the bears. So for her birthday, we just did a picnic like thing in the park, with cake and the whole thing, but she got to spend all the time she wanted to with the bears and cougars. She was so happy she said that it was the best day of her life. I thought that was kind of funny at the time, I mean she was only three, she was going to have the whole rest of her life ahead or her. But, it's ironic in the end isn't it? How she was right and I was wrong? It was the best day of her life which shouldn't have been over so soon." John said, after turning around to face his friend.
Bobby could have sworn he saw a small smile tug at his friend's face when he recalled his daughter's birthday, but it was quickly replaced with pain. "It's not fair... she didn't do anything... why couldn't it have been me instead? Bobby tell me why. I want it to have been me... please; it could have just been me..." John said, finally breaking down. Bobby reached forward and John bent over towards his knees. John fell to the floor holding his knees to his chest, quietly crying. Bobby sat down next to him and just pulled him into a tight hug and let John cry on his shoulder. He wanted to say everything was going to be alright, but he didn't know, and he didn't want to lie to his friend.
The end for this chapter... not as sad as the last couple, but this chapter was needed. What do you think? I think you're all gonna like the next chapter....if I ever get it written...
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Bobby had the "pleasure" of discovering just how the people here take care of the dead the following day. He watched as his brother was thrown into a ditch and quickly buried; no coffin, no coverings, no nothing. There was just a hole in the ground and a boy. You see, those were the choices; cremated, if they felt like it or had time, or simple burring. Then he was told he better clear the area or he'd be next. He slowly walked back to the barrack where the Allerdyce family, or what was left, was staying. Bobby had thought a lot about what happened in the last few hours, and he had come to a conclusion; he had no idea what to do or what to say.
Bobby got back and the first thing he saw was three human police standing around someone; it was John. "You, your wanted by Mr. Stryker. Come with us now." The leader of the three said to John. "Why? What does he need me for? Wants to kill the rest of my family?" John said sarcastically. "Just come with us, you stupid..." he stopped for lack of an insult. "I'm a stupid what? What is it you want to say?" John got up in his face; he wasn't happy. "You're a filthy mutant who isn't worth my time or the air on Earth." the officer spit on his shirt. "You son of a bi...." He was cut off when the other two came up behind him and grabbed his arms and one put his hand over his mouth. "Now, your coming, thanks for cooperating." The leading one answered. His wife was trying to get to him, but one cop just shook her off.
Bobby watched as they began to march him off; his wife was still trying to reach him. Just then, the leading officer turned and hit her across the face and threw her against the wall. "Hey bitch! What you think you're doing? You just stay out of this!" he said, hitting her again. She cried out slightly when he hit her again. John was fuming and thrashing against the two who held him; unfortunately, they were near twice his size each. Bobby watched as John bit the hand that covered his mouth. The officer cried out and looked at his hand. "You leave her alone!" he shouted at the leader, who ignored him. He just pressed her against the wall when he pressed his body against her. "It's too bad that you're a mutant shit, your kinda pretty." He took her face and cupped it in his hand while his other held her hands down. She was struggling under his weight, trying to get free.
John was freaking out; he was trying anything to break free. He was completely unsuccessful; the other men where like armored tanks compared to him. The officer began rubbing his hand against her shoulders. She was starting to scream but the leading officer covered her mouth. "We'll have none of that, you worthless bitch!" he said, balling up his fist. She screamed for help right before his fist hit her. The force of the punch against her face was strong enough to send her bouncing off the wall and onto the floor. She remained motionless. John was yelling under the other officers' hand, but it did no good; they began to drag him away again. After the officers had taken him out of the building, Bobby ran in to Jessica. "Jessica? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" he asked her, checking her pulse. She was alive, but unconscious. He picked her up and carried her over to one of the cold, hard benches that they slept on. She was going to be okay, but there already was a lump on her face rising, accompanied by a darkening eye. He sighed and just sat there by her. If he didn't figure out something soon, it wouldn't take long for everyone he cared for to die; and if that happened, he wouldn't be long after.
John was slowly dragged further and further from his wife; he didn't care about where he was being taken, only who he was being taken from. Eventually, they reached a large, well furnished building that could only be William Strykers' private office. He was them brought into and elevator and thrown out on the top floor. Another trio of guards picked him up and escorted him inside Strykers' office. They dropped him in a chair and pulled his hands behind the chair where they were tied tightly. The guards excused themselves and shut the door behind as they leave.
John looked around at his surroundings; this office itself must be worth nearly a million dollars. Stryker has about ever luxury possible for a death camp. Stryker emerged from behind what appeared to be a sauna door. He was wearing a white robe when he walked over to the couch across from John and sat down. "Welcome, welcome Mr. Allerdyce, that's your name right?" Stryker offered, as if he was talking to an old friend. John said nothing. "Oh, come now, what's the matter? You're not still sore about what happened before are you? No hard feelings now." Stryker said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Of coarse not, who would still be holding a grudge only a day and half after his daughter was killed before his eyes?" John asked and he wished he had his powers right now, he wanted them really badly.
"Well, for right now at least, let's put that behind us and discuss the matters at hand." Stryker said, adjusting his towel. "What do you want?" John just wanted to get back to Jessica and that was the only thing on his mind. "I wanted to discuss your authority over the other mutants. From the moment you got here and started talking to me, you had the whole crowd in a trance; everyone was hypnotized into agreeing with what you were talking about. There is something you can do for me, is there something I can do for you?" Stryker asked him, looking sincere. "Something you can do for me?" John asked with a laugh in his voice. "You want to know what you can do for me. You know what you can do? You can let the mutants go, you can give me my daughter back, and you can fuck off!" He screamed at him!
Stryker only sighed and stood up. "Mr. Allerdyce, can't you cooperate, or at least try? All I am asking is that you talk to the other mutants and say that there is absolutely nothing else they can do for the time being so they should just be good and try to wait it out. They will listen to you; it seemed that everyone was listening to you. Everyone will know that if you say that nothing can be done, than nothing really can be done. Its very simple and you would defiantly be getting the better part of the deal." Stryker said walking over to his window. John looked Stryker dead in the eyes and spoke with an ice cold demeanor that was uncommon for him; he was usually raging anger and fire in these situations, but this was different. "I will never help you with anything...ever. I don't care how good it would be for me, I will never do anything for you. If you ask me, I would tell you to go fuck off and let the mutants go. What we'd ever do to you anyway?" John yelled.
"Mr. Allerdyce, lets not get into reason, frankly, it'd just take to long to explain to you." Stryker said and offered John a cup of coffee; John offered him the finger. "Please, you could almost consider it like a favor." Stryker said while sitting again. "Why the hell would I give you favor?" John spat his word at him. "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. Look, I know who you are, and I know you have a family. You once had a daughter, now you don't. How would you like it if I made your wife disappear before you eyes also?" Stryker taunted him with his eyes. John's eyes flickered with the uncontrolled fire within him. "If you touch her, the only thing I have left..." he said, he couldn't voice what he felt. "Oh yes, I know how the death threat line goes. I'm not threatening, I'm giving you an option." Stryker just stared at him, as though he expected John to agree with him at any moment.
"How can you consider me lying to every mutant here an option?" John asked skeptically. "Your not lying to them, there really isn't anything they can do. I mean, really, do you think you can take my whole armed force without your powers? Do you think your gonna escape? Do you think your going to kill me Jonathan Allerdyce? What options do you really have?" Stryker laughed lightly at the thought. John didn't reply and Stryker considered it a victory. "So you'll do it? Do it for your wife; maybe for the memory of your daughter?" Stryker said. "Don't you ever talk about my daughter. You don't have right to talk about something so pure when are so heartless." He spat out once more. "Then I'm afraid you'll only experience more loss." Stryker pretended to feel remorse. "What, you want me to stand on the barracks and give a speech?" he asked sarcastically. "No I want you to say, "I just got back from a talk with Mr. Stryker and I've come to realize that nothing but pain can come from resistance. We are just going to have to let this all blow over."" Stryker said, beaming at his own brilliance.
"Can I make one small change? How about, "I was just returned after being kidnapped by asshole and be told me to bullshit you all about how we should just remain calm. How stupid does he think we are?"" John smiled back, rubbing it in Stryker's face. Stryker sighed one last time. "You have until tomorrow night to deliver this talk. If I don't hear it, we are going to have another little chat." He snapped his fingers and two guards stepped forward from outside Stryker's room. They untied John from the chair, pinned his arms and began to drag him back out of the room; John wasn't really fighting them this time, he wanted to go back. I need to talk to her; I just need to see her.
Bobby had remained sitting by Jessica Allerdyce after the guard had attacked her. He had found himself just holding her hand softly. He knew she would be okay, but she didn't want John to have to go through anymore pain. He wanted to be able to tell John that he had been here the whole time and made sure she would be okay. As he stared down at the slightly pale face of Jessica Allerdyce, so many thoughts came to his mind. He was haunted by the image of a little girl he had never met. He could see a white flower being held in a small hand. This woman, Jessica, made the image of the girl stronger, for they resembled each other. As he thought about the girl he could see more easily just how much she looked like her father. That terrifying scene had replayed itself over and over again in his head. He wondered if he could have prevented what had happened, but that thought came to a negative; John has been much closer to her than he had been and even John didn't get there in time. He thought about how pretty that little girl had been and how much she meant to her family.
He sighed as he realized what he had been doing. He has been making himself focus on someone else's pain, John's and Jessica's, to ease his own; his brother had just died. He could not yet come to face the facts that he had witnessed his brother's death. He didn't want to think about it, so he didn't. He remembered Ronnie's face...then pushed it away. He hadn't seen his brother for several years, the last time being when Stryker had invaded Xavier's mansion and they had fled to his parent home in Boston. He hadn't seen Ronnie sense, and Ronnie certainly had gotten on his bad side that day; but he was still his brother.
As Bobby's thoughts returned to the little girl, they were disrupted once more; two guards were forcing themselves forward, bring John with them. They got inside the barrack where Bobby said with John's wife. They brought him closer, than threw him into one of the hard metal sleeping bunks; he heard John give a quick gasp as all the air was knocked out of his lungs. The guards laughed and the one who had thrown him only said, "Opps." They left and Bobby went over to help his friend up. He grabbed John's arm and pulled him up quickly. John set himself right and thanked Bobby. He walked forward to where his wife was laying, fearing the worst.
"She's okay, she's just unconscious." Bobby said as John sat down beside her. John let out the breath he had been holding. "I've been watching after her until you returned. I saw what happened and I ran over to make sure she was okay." Bobby said as John brushed some of Jessica's hair off of her forehead. "Thank you." He said, looking at Bobby. Bobby couldn't reply, he was too distracted by the pain he saw in his friend's eyes. John had always been good at hiding his emotions in his eyes when he wanted to. But now, Bobby could read the pain inside him like an open book. He was sure though that he wasn't trying very hard to hide it. John's world had just crashed down upon him; he would have been lost too. Bobby knew there wasn't much he could do, but he just rested his hand on John's shoulder and sat down opposite him upon a hard bunk.
Charles Xavier sat with his head resting against the window of his barrack. Unlike the rest of the prisoners, the X-Men had been given nice barracks; windows, doors, bathrooms, and other necessities were included. He couldn't stand to be outside; for the first time that he could remember, he was terrified. He was terrified that he would come face to face with Jonathan Allerdyce. He had known John and had never before had a problem speaking to people; but this was so much different. How do you talk to someone like that? Sorry about your loss? Does that mean anything to him? Does that mean anything to anyone? My being sorry won't ease his pain; nothing right now could ease his pain. He didn't know how Bobby Drake could continue to spend his time there with him and his wife. Charles had never been one to run away from a problem, but he could even think about it. Every time he tried to think, he couldn't remove the image of a little girl with blood stained dress staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. It would haunt him for the rest of his life. But then, this whole experience would haunt him. This was just the first loss. He had never met the girl, but the heartlessness of William Stryker had startled him. There where humans here too, these weren't only sentinels killing mutants; there where humans killing mutants. That little girl had barely a chance at life, be because she was born with an extra gene, she was put to death.
Xavier sighed deeply and looked around at the other X-Men. Jean and Storm had withdrawn sense they had arrived. They weren't speaking and seemed to be watching movies in their minds as he was. Scott sat brooding, arms crossed over his chest, his vision off for the first time in a very long time. Marie, or Rogue, was sitting crying at a small table. Logan stood, as always, as her protector behind her. He had arms crossed as Scott had, and he seems really disturbed. Nightcrawler was silent except for the occasion prayers to The Lord. Colossus was also there; he sat with his head again the wall, thinking of anything else, something to take his mind too. Other younger mutant children where there as well, and they all sat crying on the floor.
Xavier looked back outside upon his fellow mutants and began to feel sorry for them as well. They were probably just as confused as he was, but unlike him, there days where numbered.
Bobby had been sitting by John in silence for about an hour now. He had been trying to think of something to say. After all these years, he had so many things they needed to talk about, but now just didn't seem right. He hated to start conversation this way, but something told him just to speak. "How old was she?" Bobby asked as gently as he could. The question had nearly burned a whole into his mind, waiting to be answered. John didn't answer at first, didn't say anything; he just continued to sit there. After a few minutes, Bobby decided he should apologize, he shouldn't have asked a question like that. That was when John finally spoke. "She was three. She had just had her third birthday a few days before they caught us." He said, talking lightly. Bobby smiled a little; John's back was still turned to him.
Bobby could almost see it; a little girl sitting at table with streamers, cake, and presents. Her mother and father stood beside her, watching her open her gifts. It was a great family they had going and it only took one man and one bullet to rip it all apart. John's voice brought him back to reality. "It was great. She loved animals, I don't know why; we didn't have any pets or anything. But sense the first time we ever took her to our animal park; she could spend hours upon hours looking at the cougars or the bears. So for her birthday, we just did a picnic like thing in the park, with cake and the whole thing, but she got to spend all the time she wanted to with the bears and cougars. She was so happy she said that it was the best day of her life. I thought that was kind of funny at the time, I mean she was only three, she was going to have the whole rest of her life ahead or her. But, it's ironic in the end isn't it? How she was right and I was wrong? It was the best day of her life which shouldn't have been over so soon." John said, after turning around to face his friend.
Bobby could have sworn he saw a small smile tug at his friend's face when he recalled his daughter's birthday, but it was quickly replaced with pain. "It's not fair... she didn't do anything... why couldn't it have been me instead? Bobby tell me why. I want it to have been me... please; it could have just been me..." John said, finally breaking down. Bobby reached forward and John bent over towards his knees. John fell to the floor holding his knees to his chest, quietly crying. Bobby sat down next to him and just pulled him into a tight hug and let John cry on his shoulder. He wanted to say everything was going to be alright, but he didn't know, and he didn't want to lie to his friend.
The end for this chapter... not as sad as the last couple, but this chapter was needed. What do you think? I think you're all gonna like the next chapter....if I ever get it written...
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