Jolie rolled out of bed, rubbing her head gently, she had a pounding headache and she wasn't feeling very well. She pulled the blanket off of her bed and stumbled over to the corner of the room where she found an extra pair of slippers so she wouldn't have to walk across the cold floor. She shuffled out of her room and down the hall with the blanket draped around her shoulders. She grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and sipped it while she wandered back to the TV room, she wasn't particularly interested in watching TV but she wasn't getting very good sleep in her room.
Scott struggled to sleep well, his mind was haunted by dreams he could not explain.
He was standing in Professor Xavier's office, but there was no ceiling, dark clouds thundered over his head and he was all alone. Suddenly he could see all of the students, dead or locked away in cages. Humans were screaming, running in all directions, but they would suddenly look stricken and collapse, twitching as they turned to a dark purple. There were thousands of corpses, all around him, all of them dying. A pair of pure white wings came gliding over everything, casting a glowing light over everything, blinding him from his troubles for a moment. But the wings flew past him, and the purifying glow was gone, leaving the bodies of the dead behind. They screamed at him, clutching at his limbs, pulling him down into their ranks. He became buried by the dead, they were crushing his lungs, he couldn't breath. He could just see a man, standing upon the heaps of bodies, laughing manically, his arms raised to the skies.
Scott thrashed in his bed, unable to wake himself. He suddenly sat up, panting for air, a cold sweat covered his skin like a film. He scowled at the pillow that had hindered his breathing and tossed it across the room. He calmed his breathing and looked at the clock, the green numbers blinked 2:20 AM back at him. He grumbled knowing he would never get back to sleep now. He shuffled over to the bathroom and decided to take a shower, drowning away the disturbing clarity of the dream.
He changed into a pair of boxers and threw himself back onto the bed, hoping to fall asleep but every time he closed his eyes the vivid images flashed back into his head. Scott eventually gave up his efforts and wandered out to watch some TV. He was surprised to find that the TV was already on, and someone was already on the couch watching it. His breath caught in his chest for a moment as he realized it was Jolie, but she wasn't watching the TV, she had fallen asleep watching, still sitting up, but wrapped up in a blanket.
Scott settled down next to her on the couch, looking at her sleeping form. She looked like an angel as she slept even without her wings. He moved his hand forward to brush some of her black hair from her face, and pushed it back past her ear. He let his hand stray there for a moment, but froze when Jolie stirred. She slowly slid over until her head rested on his chest, her eyes never opening, she settled again and resumed her leveled breathing.
Scott tried to shallow his breathing so as not to wake her but was very tense. Eventually he managed to steady himself, and not worry so much about the girl sleeping on him. He slouched back on the couch and watched the made for TV movie that was playing.
Jolie woke slowly to the sound of a heartbeat, at first she thought it was her own, but then she realized that the beat was in her ears. She felt an arm draped around her shoulders, more using her as an armrest than a gesture meaning anything. She opened her eyes slowly and could still see the TV playing that terribly movie she had started to watch.
"Yea, cause that's going to happen." She heard his voice, Scott's voice scoffing at the huge ninja fight that had been won by one lone man. She couldn't help but smile, she didn't remember falling asleep on the couch but she must have. How she ended up using Scott as her pillow she wasn't quite sure.
Enjoying yourself?
Jolie's smile evaporated off of her face, she knew that voice in her head, Nickolas. Jolie didn't stir, so as not to alert Scott, having a conversation in her head, and out loud at the same time was very difficult.
What is it? Jolie was annoyed at being disturbed, but she felt a growing force on her mind that demanded she show respect.
You are wasting time. Why have you not returned with the scrolls? She could hear the anger and malice in his voice, but her concern about that seemed to be washed away.
I know where they are. She responded calmly, it was true she knew where they were. But why she had not retrieved them she wasn't exactly sure.
Get them, now. The agitation in his voice was apparent.
Is that really necessary? Jolie didn't see the need to disrupt her fun just yet. Nickolas had lived for years without the Scrolls, there was no reason he could not wait a little longer.
Now. Jolie shivered, he had clearly sent his rage along with his message this time, it had actually frightened her.
Scott noticed her movement. "Oh...I, I'm sorry. You were asleep, and you just tipped over...my...my arm got tired." He stuttered nervously, the calm that had managed to relax him while she had been asleep, evaporated as if it had never been.
Jolie sat up and stretched, still shaking slightly. "No, don't worry about it. You probably would have caught a cold out here like that if I hadn't have been here." She grinned, looking at Scott's well toned muscles, she had not realized that he took that good care of his body. She let her hand rest on his chest while she pretended she was still lifting herself up. She could feel his breath suddenly getting quicker, she smiled at her own rush of excitement. "It is kind of cold in here." She pulled the blanket up around her shoulders suddenly very nervous at how Scott was looking at her. Before she had been in control catching Scott by surprise, but something had changed in him. Before she realized what happened Scott had leaned in and kissed her fully on the mouth. For a moment Jolie was so shocked that she did nothing.
Scott immediately pulled back, mumbling his apologies. "I'm sorry...that was out of line..."
Jolie giggled at Scott's poor attempts, she could tell, even in the darkness that his face had turned a bright red. She quickly interrupted him by returning his kiss, melting into the moment. She felt Scott relax his arms and he cupped her face in his hands. Jolie enjoyed feeling the warmth of his hands, she wrapped her arms around his neck, lost in her own blissful world.
Do not make me ask again. The impatient voice was livid. She felt a sudden sharp pain in her mind, it traveled throughout her body. She shrieked and threw herself from the couch.
Scott looked terrified that he had done something to hurt her. He jumped up to help her off of the floor. "I'm sorry, did I...?"
Jolie shook her head, "No...no it was in my mind..." She shivered at the thought that Nickolas had been able to attack her like that, she didn't think he was that powerful. She had always seen him as a figurehead with the idea, never had she imagined him to hold much power. She let Scott lift her up, but was distracted by something at the window.
A woman, wreathed in blue flame waved to her frantically from outside, Jolie could see the ice melting on the window. "Nikita?" She wondered why her friend would have traveled so far to see her.
Scott saw the woman soon after Jolie, he put himself between the windows and Jolie. "Go get the Professor Jolie." Scott spoke with an intensity which suddenly made Jolie understand why he was one of the prominent figures in the school, he seemed a natural leader, concerned for the welfare of others.
Jolie gently pulled him back. "It's okay, I know her. She's a friend." Jolie quickly crossed to the sliding glass doors and exited the mansion, Scott was hot on her heels. "Nikita, what are you doing here?"
The woman slowly let the flames recede from her body; a tight fitting blue jumpsuit remained, apparently inflammable. She looked exhausted and nearly ready to collapse. She took a few deep breaths before speaking. "Had to tell you..." She coughed loudly, interrupting her message.
"Nikita, you need to rest." Jolie tried to gesture her inside, but Nikita just shook her head. Jolie stepped forward to help her forward and was shocked to find that her skin was on fire, but a cold sweat plastered her skin. "Nikita! You're sick, you must come inside!" She tried pulling her forward but Nikita still fought her off. Scott stood still, not quite sure what to do. "Scott, please help me." Jolie looked to him pleadingly; clearly the sickness had traveled to her mind as she refused to get out of the freezing weather.
"No!" Nikita shouted at them, trying to catch her breath. "Jolie," She gripped Jolie's arm harshly so that she did not move. "He is coming."
Jolie looked at her confused. "Who?"
Nikita did not release her arm, still looking at Jolie with a mix of terror and desperation. "Nickolas. He brings the Alliance with him."
Scott struggled to sleep well, his mind was haunted by dreams he could not explain.
He was standing in Professor Xavier's office, but there was no ceiling, dark clouds thundered over his head and he was all alone. Suddenly he could see all of the students, dead or locked away in cages. Humans were screaming, running in all directions, but they would suddenly look stricken and collapse, twitching as they turned to a dark purple. There were thousands of corpses, all around him, all of them dying. A pair of pure white wings came gliding over everything, casting a glowing light over everything, blinding him from his troubles for a moment. But the wings flew past him, and the purifying glow was gone, leaving the bodies of the dead behind. They screamed at him, clutching at his limbs, pulling him down into their ranks. He became buried by the dead, they were crushing his lungs, he couldn't breath. He could just see a man, standing upon the heaps of bodies, laughing manically, his arms raised to the skies.
Scott thrashed in his bed, unable to wake himself. He suddenly sat up, panting for air, a cold sweat covered his skin like a film. He scowled at the pillow that had hindered his breathing and tossed it across the room. He calmed his breathing and looked at the clock, the green numbers blinked 2:20 AM back at him. He grumbled knowing he would never get back to sleep now. He shuffled over to the bathroom and decided to take a shower, drowning away the disturbing clarity of the dream.
He changed into a pair of boxers and threw himself back onto the bed, hoping to fall asleep but every time he closed his eyes the vivid images flashed back into his head. Scott eventually gave up his efforts and wandered out to watch some TV. He was surprised to find that the TV was already on, and someone was already on the couch watching it. His breath caught in his chest for a moment as he realized it was Jolie, but she wasn't watching the TV, she had fallen asleep watching, still sitting up, but wrapped up in a blanket.
Scott settled down next to her on the couch, looking at her sleeping form. She looked like an angel as she slept even without her wings. He moved his hand forward to brush some of her black hair from her face, and pushed it back past her ear. He let his hand stray there for a moment, but froze when Jolie stirred. She slowly slid over until her head rested on his chest, her eyes never opening, she settled again and resumed her leveled breathing.
Scott tried to shallow his breathing so as not to wake her but was very tense. Eventually he managed to steady himself, and not worry so much about the girl sleeping on him. He slouched back on the couch and watched the made for TV movie that was playing.
Jolie woke slowly to the sound of a heartbeat, at first she thought it was her own, but then she realized that the beat was in her ears. She felt an arm draped around her shoulders, more using her as an armrest than a gesture meaning anything. She opened her eyes slowly and could still see the TV playing that terribly movie she had started to watch.
"Yea, cause that's going to happen." She heard his voice, Scott's voice scoffing at the huge ninja fight that had been won by one lone man. She couldn't help but smile, she didn't remember falling asleep on the couch but she must have. How she ended up using Scott as her pillow she wasn't quite sure.
Enjoying yourself?
Jolie's smile evaporated off of her face, she knew that voice in her head, Nickolas. Jolie didn't stir, so as not to alert Scott, having a conversation in her head, and out loud at the same time was very difficult.
What is it? Jolie was annoyed at being disturbed, but she felt a growing force on her mind that demanded she show respect.
You are wasting time. Why have you not returned with the scrolls? She could hear the anger and malice in his voice, but her concern about that seemed to be washed away.
I know where they are. She responded calmly, it was true she knew where they were. But why she had not retrieved them she wasn't exactly sure.
Get them, now. The agitation in his voice was apparent.
Is that really necessary? Jolie didn't see the need to disrupt her fun just yet. Nickolas had lived for years without the Scrolls, there was no reason he could not wait a little longer.
Now. Jolie shivered, he had clearly sent his rage along with his message this time, it had actually frightened her.
Scott noticed her movement. "Oh...I, I'm sorry. You were asleep, and you just tipped over...my...my arm got tired." He stuttered nervously, the calm that had managed to relax him while she had been asleep, evaporated as if it had never been.
Jolie sat up and stretched, still shaking slightly. "No, don't worry about it. You probably would have caught a cold out here like that if I hadn't have been here." She grinned, looking at Scott's well toned muscles, she had not realized that he took that good care of his body. She let her hand rest on his chest while she pretended she was still lifting herself up. She could feel his breath suddenly getting quicker, she smiled at her own rush of excitement. "It is kind of cold in here." She pulled the blanket up around her shoulders suddenly very nervous at how Scott was looking at her. Before she had been in control catching Scott by surprise, but something had changed in him. Before she realized what happened Scott had leaned in and kissed her fully on the mouth. For a moment Jolie was so shocked that she did nothing.
Scott immediately pulled back, mumbling his apologies. "I'm sorry...that was out of line..."
Jolie giggled at Scott's poor attempts, she could tell, even in the darkness that his face had turned a bright red. She quickly interrupted him by returning his kiss, melting into the moment. She felt Scott relax his arms and he cupped her face in his hands. Jolie enjoyed feeling the warmth of his hands, she wrapped her arms around his neck, lost in her own blissful world.
Do not make me ask again. The impatient voice was livid. She felt a sudden sharp pain in her mind, it traveled throughout her body. She shrieked and threw herself from the couch.
Scott looked terrified that he had done something to hurt her. He jumped up to help her off of the floor. "I'm sorry, did I...?"
Jolie shook her head, "No...no it was in my mind..." She shivered at the thought that Nickolas had been able to attack her like that, she didn't think he was that powerful. She had always seen him as a figurehead with the idea, never had she imagined him to hold much power. She let Scott lift her up, but was distracted by something at the window.
A woman, wreathed in blue flame waved to her frantically from outside, Jolie could see the ice melting on the window. "Nikita?" She wondered why her friend would have traveled so far to see her.
Scott saw the woman soon after Jolie, he put himself between the windows and Jolie. "Go get the Professor Jolie." Scott spoke with an intensity which suddenly made Jolie understand why he was one of the prominent figures in the school, he seemed a natural leader, concerned for the welfare of others.
Jolie gently pulled him back. "It's okay, I know her. She's a friend." Jolie quickly crossed to the sliding glass doors and exited the mansion, Scott was hot on her heels. "Nikita, what are you doing here?"
The woman slowly let the flames recede from her body; a tight fitting blue jumpsuit remained, apparently inflammable. She looked exhausted and nearly ready to collapse. She took a few deep breaths before speaking. "Had to tell you..." She coughed loudly, interrupting her message.
"Nikita, you need to rest." Jolie tried to gesture her inside, but Nikita just shook her head. Jolie stepped forward to help her forward and was shocked to find that her skin was on fire, but a cold sweat plastered her skin. "Nikita! You're sick, you must come inside!" She tried pulling her forward but Nikita still fought her off. Scott stood still, not quite sure what to do. "Scott, please help me." Jolie looked to him pleadingly; clearly the sickness had traveled to her mind as she refused to get out of the freezing weather.
"No!" Nikita shouted at them, trying to catch her breath. "Jolie," She gripped Jolie's arm harshly so that she did not move. "He is coming."
Jolie looked at her confused. "Who?"
Nikita did not release her arm, still looking at Jolie with a mix of terror and desperation. "Nickolas. He brings the Alliance with him."