Part 2. Is he really gone for good? Here is the accident as it happened in Scott's mind and the people's minds around him.
Madness pure madness. Screams and the sound of wooden beams cracking and breaking filled the air. Someone next to him screamed in pain. He glanced over to see a girl holding he left arm, I think her name is Cathy. She is in my science class. The stupid insignificant thoughts filled Scott's mind, while images on death filled others.
A sudden pain awakened him, a white hot pain flashed across his shoulder as a jagged piece of something cut into it and staid logged in place. Blood poured out of the wound.
He took no notice and left it where it was.
What happened? He thought to himself. The last thing before this that he clearly remembered was the ferry boat carrying the class. The trip had been fun, cruising around from island to island, studying the relics from each one for history. Only a few students were chosen to make the trip. They were around the Florida area. Today was the final day of their week long excursion. Scott was disappointed about that, but sort of happy, he missed Jean even though he wouldn't admit it to anyone.
Scott's mind jumped back to reality when he heard another scream, he felt water sloshing over his feet. He realized the boat was sinking. Chaos and disorder was the easy way to explain the scene inside the quickly sinking ship. Teens ran every direction screaming, trying to find a exit. Scott's training for the x-team took over, and he began trying to get people out as quickly as he could. He began yelling, using his commanding, Cyclops voice that got everyone's attention. The usually soft spoken boy herded the teens out of the room and into the hallway. Everyone stopped cold. Scott noticed that no one could get the door open.
"DAMMIT." Scott muttered and shoved his way through the crowd. The water was up to his knees and people were beginning to panic. That was the last thing he wanted. He went up to the door and pulled with all his strength. The door wouldn't budge. He moved back a step, pushing people back behind him, and braced himself for the pain that was to come, the door was heavy, thick wood. Scott lashed out with a hard kick, and another, and another. The door began to give a bit. He pushed his body to the limit. He reeled back and kicked it hard, he heard an audible crack as the door and his leg, foot, and ankle broke under the stress. He fell in a heap on the floor, only half conscious.
People ran, stepped, jumped, or whatever over him to get to freedom. Two pair of hands were helping him off the floor. He looked up through the haze of pain and saw Rogue's face and his best friend Paul's face. They put his arms over each of their shoulders and supported his weight. Scott helped the best he could, but it wasn't much use. They slowly reached the deck to find some kids crying, praying, or just jumping into the water. The teens smelled wood burning and realized the sinking ship was now catching on fire. Inflatable life boats were being thrown into the water. The three teens spotted one that was only half full and decided to go for it.
"Scott, we are going to jump, do you think you can swim?" Rogue asked.
"Yeah." Was Scott's weak reply.
The threesome leaped into the unforgiving ocean. They surfaced near the small life craft and clambered onboard. They sat down on the hard rubber floor of the lifeboat.
The shock of the water cleared his mind. He knew once the ship went down, that was it. Everyone left onboard and around the ship would die from the pull of the sinking vessel. Nothing could survive underwater for more than five minutes. Scott made up his mind and got unsteadily to his one good knee, using his arms to balance himself.
"What are you doing man?" Paul asked. "You are in no shape be up."
Rogue knew immediately what the boy was going to do, and also knew there was nothing she could do to stop him or help him. She had no useful powers and wasn't a strong swimmer.
"Tell the professer thank you for being like a father to me for all these years, also tell Jean...Tell Jean, I have always and always will love her. Scott kissed Rogue quickly on the cheek, and patted Paul on the back and said "Thank you." He then jumped off the side of the small craft, leaving a shocked Paul and a Sobbing Rogue behind him.
I will put what happens to Scott after he jumps from the life boat in the next chapter. Right now I need to take these bloody contacts out of my eyes before the dry to it. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!