ManualImpact: I hope my one-shot helped some.
I was considering having Xaviers' POV as well but this really isn't his story.
Anything but ordinary3: You felt sorry for Warren too?
That's a relief, I wanted at least one person to feel for him too.
Yes, Scott can really be a dick. It part of his character that intrigues and angers me to no end.
Hopefully I can finish this story up soon and get Hank to make an appearance. Though no promises.
I can relate to your workload situation. Sometimes I just don't feel like doing it. Now I have a test to study for. :(
Beaubier: I just had to have those two fight.
I know, I have the boys take a step towards friendship then I yank them back. It's just so much fun. ;)
And major thanks Beaubier for Beta reading this chapter!
I was such an ass. I couldn't believe I said--oh god!
I was finally getting along with the icecube and I had to ruin it by fighting
with Scott! Scott of all people! I wondered what would have been worse--having
Bobby hear all those things I said about him or knocking Slim out.
The latter was tempting at the moment. I doubted I would regret it as much as the former.
Luckily the hospital was small enough to find Bobby
unless he left the building. He wouldn't do
that...right?
I searched the first floor frantically. He had to be
there! He couldn't be that pissed off at me!
"Can I help you, young man?" A baffled nurse asked me
warily. I guess running around looking into all the
patients' room like a manic was drawing attention. Like
I actually cared about that at the moment.
"Uh yeah, have you seen a kid about this tall--," I
drew my hand up to Bobby's height, "--with short brown
hair and a bandaged wrist." Her lip twisted as she
decided whether I was sane enough speak with. I gave
her my most miserable look I could manage, the one
that never failed to get me out of trouble with my
mother.
"*Sigh* Yes, I saw that young man not to long ago when
he ran nearly tripped me! I wanted to scold him but
after seeing that look on his face…the poor child
looked like he just lost his best friend." I winced. I
really had messed up this time. "…after he ran out of
the hospital--"
"HE RAN OUT?!"
"Lower your voice young man!" The nurse hissed back,
but I was already heading towards the front door. What
was he thinking leaving like that?! It was really
strange how much my emotions were conflicting. I felt
protective of Bobby--yet I wanted to kill him when I
found him. The guilt was still there, but so was my
sense of damn Worthington pride.
I couldn't see him on the street and I knew he must
have been long gone by now. That only left me one
choice. I had to get a better view and what was better than
a bird's eye view? I went into the alleyway to take
off my street clothes. Luckily since we were all in a
hurry to leave I still had my uniform on underneath.
My mask was slipped on into place but I still had one
problem to deal with. My damn harness. None of the
straps would budge. Growing more frustrated by second
I had enough and strained my wings against the blasted
thing. Nothing happened except extreme discomfort to
my wings.
I wanted to hit something. So I did. Of course most
people realize that unless you have super strength
hitting a brick wall is pretty stupid. Still, the anger
from hurting myself gave me that extra boost to break
out of my restraints. Not waiting to be discovered I
took for the skies. Once I was high above my fury
rapidly began to fade. Taking one last calming breath
I focused on scanning the streets for Bobby.
I finally spotted him a few blocks from the hospital.
Wow…he was a lot faster that I gave him credit for.
Still it didn't take me long to get near him, even the
air current didn't slow me down much. I called out to
him, disregarding the other people on the street. Not
caring one bit that I was causing undue attention to
be drawn to us.
Bobby flinched at the sound of my voice but kept
moving. I groaned. Why doesn't he make this easy for
me? Didn't he realize by now that I didn't like to say
I was sorry? Or that I was frustrated enough as it
was? I'd be lucky if I kept my temper in check.
I have never been too good at expressing my emotions.
A Worthington trait I guess. Add to the fact that I was
feeling guilty, worried, frustrated and starting to
get seriously pissed off for all the crap I was going
through. Not the best sign that I was ready to patch
things up. Still…I had to try.
"Will you stop for a moment and listen to a fella,
runt?" To be perfectly honest the question had become
rhetorical after I grabbed his elbow. I wasn't going
to give him a chance to run off again. I was
determined to haul his ass back in need be. Yet Bobby
didn't seem to want to fight back. He didn't even seem to
notice I was there at all.
"Come on let's get you back before you hurt yourself."
I muttered in irritation. Bobbys' head shot up and he
suddenly yanked his arm away from me. I didn't realize
what I had done until I caught his glare. Crap…I
hadn't meant it like that.
"Yeah, because we both know how great I am at getting
into trouble." He said in an unnervingly even voice
that sent a shiver down my spine.
"I didn't mean it like that!" But Bobby made no reply
this time and made to leave until I pulled him back.
"I'm talking to you, Drake!" He unconsciously rubbed
his injured wrist and I felt another wave of guilt
wash over me. "Look, I'm going to take you back now--"
"I'm not going anywhere." Though he didn't say it out
loud we both knew he was going to say, "with you."
Pulling away from me he almost tensely walked across
the street into the Eddie's place. Not to long ago we
all had been there enjoying ourselves--before
everything went crashing down around us. It seemed
like a lifetime ago. Now all I could do was stare
dumbfounded at Bobby's retreating figure and ask how it had come to this.
How could I have ruined it all with a few angry words?
Well I hadn't come all this way to back down then. I
wasn't sure how I was going to do it, but Bobby was
going back. I had just taken my first step when pain
exploded in the back of my head. I stumbled to the
ground fall barely hearing the broken glass rain down
around me.
"Aw, did the little mutie fall down?" A sarcastic
voice asked. I dimly blinked unable to get the white
spots out of my eyes. It was so hard to focus…
"Why don't we help 'im?!" A swift kick collided with
my gut and another to my knee. I don't recall if I
yelled those times, but I know that I tried not to.
"*Gasp*…who…?"
"Oh the mutie never heard of us. Well, let me
introduce you to the Mutant Extermination Force…"
***Warning***
I have changed the rating from PG to PG-13 for a reason.
The next chapter will have violence in it, though I'm not sure how much.
Also I have never written violence so be warned that this is my first attempt.