CHAPTER 11
I saw everything, all the key moments in my life, the day I stole the professors hover chair, the day I found my powers, the day I burnt my desk. The day I went pyro and burnt everything in sight. All of my birthday cakes. Luke, everything I shared with him. And then it went deeper and I could feel myself being drained of energy, slowly it appeared that I was in her mind and we went through a roller coaster. I saw all the questions I had been burning to ask (no pun intended), but never had the guts, all of them were answered in the blink of an eye. Finally I felt us being ripped apart and opened my eyes. We were still seated in the exact same spots, the professor and Hank looking at me apprehensively
I looked down at my hands and thought of everything that just went through my head before turning to my mother. I waited patiently until she met my eyes.
"You lied t' me." I said my eyes filling with tears. It took everything I had to force myself from crying. " De first t'ing you tell me an' it's a lie."
With that I walked from my spot and threw open the doors where everyone was gathered outside. I stalked past them and found my way to the War Room. Fumbling over the keypad I punched in a couple numbers. Denied. I growled and searched my mind to try an figure out if I knew anything about the code.
If I could only get into Scott's mind. Then maybe I could find the code. Damnit Scott...why wasn't I psychic? I concentrated on the keypad and a bunch of numbers suddenly floated to my mind. Confused I punched in the numbers and watched the doors slide open to my surprise. I grinned and stalked into the room. I stood in the middle of the room and waited for something to happen. When nothing did I wandered over to an enclosed room that I took to be the control room. I saw a big computer thing and pressed enter a couple of times. Something came up on screen and I smiled again. I was beginning to like this.
After a while of trying to figure the thing out, I finally put it to a low danger setting and went back into the room. Smiling as the scenery whirled around me I laughed when I was confronted with a bunch of people. Most of them I didn't recognize, but it didn't much matter.
I felt the familiar burning in my hands and concentrated. One attacked me; I don't know what it was. I let loose on the poor computer graphic and saw it turn to ashes and crumble. Another person came running my way when they ran through me and the lights came on. I turned around with fire dancing in my eyes, and in my left hand, which I thought, was pretty cool.
"How'd you get in here?" Scott asked as he walked towards me with a fake importance that he always carried with himself. I stood up straight and put my infamous smirk in place.
"Don' matter now mon ami." I said, still holding the small fireball in my left hand. I rolled it around; completely numb to the burning I should have felt. I stared at my hand, not because I was ashamed more because I was ambivalent to what was going on. Later I found out that I was repressing the emotions I felt to keep my cool demeanor. A defense mechanism I had inherited from my father. I looked up as the rest of the team walked in.
"Kale, I think it would be in your best interest to go with Hank." Professor Xavier said, approaching me with a calm look on his face. I looked into his eyes and saw the word sedative, which made me smile.
"You know what? I t'ink perhaps I should jus' go get some rest non?" I said and walked past them, not once glancing at their faces. Papa stopped me from leaving the room and I looked into his eyes.
There was a hint of fear hidden behind his eyes as I matched his black/red eyes with a pair of my own.
"Allons'y cherie, Papa take you home." He said and walked beside me until I saw something. A vision I suppose, no, more like a series of photographs flashed before my eyes.
A bunch of thoughts, memories, I don't know what they were, involving Papa. I saw snow, lots of snow, some blood, and a bright light. And then all of a sudden everything made so much more sense. Startled I backed away from Papa, his eyes downcast. It was as if he knew what I had just seen.
"Papa?" I asked, maybe for confirmation, maybe for a contradiction. But he refused to meet my eyes, so as slow as I could I backed away from him before turning and running from the mansion.
I ran and ran until barreling into someone's chest at the edge of the lake, around Scott and Jeans place.
I looked up to find Luke's toothy smile, which quickly faded when he saw the expression on my face. Without a word he wrapped me in his arms and held me while I cried.
"Time fo' me t' leave." I said quietly, praying that he would understand, which he did. "I can' stay here no mo'."
"It's okay baby, just promise me you'll come back." Luke said looking into my eyes. I looked at his brown eyes and nodded, silently making a promise I had no intention of breaking. Luke walked with me to the house while I packed a small bag. "How do you plan on getting to wherever you're going?"
I gave him a mischievous half-smile. Because a half-smile was all I could muster.
"Papa's bike." I said walking down the stairs and out the front door. Once I realized that he wasn't going to object to me stealing a bike and riding it without a license I went into the garage and found Papa's old Harley. We came here on that bike; it was only fitting that I should leave on it. "Au revoir."
Luke didn't say good-bye, but he told me once that he didn't believe in good-byes, he said they were cheap. So he kissed me gently and watched as I roared away on the motorcycle.
As the scenery blurred past I realized that I had no idea where I was going, or what I was going to do when I got there. I think in total I had about twenty dollars, a pair of jeans, two shirts, some clean underwear and a leather jacket, and that wasn't nearly enough. I didn't know where the road went or how long I planned on driving for. All I did know for sure was that I was sick and tired of people lying to me and keeping secrets. Hopefully somewhere along this road I would find something real.
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I saw everything, all the key moments in my life, the day I stole the professors hover chair, the day I found my powers, the day I burnt my desk. The day I went pyro and burnt everything in sight. All of my birthday cakes. Luke, everything I shared with him. And then it went deeper and I could feel myself being drained of energy, slowly it appeared that I was in her mind and we went through a roller coaster. I saw all the questions I had been burning to ask (no pun intended), but never had the guts, all of them were answered in the blink of an eye. Finally I felt us being ripped apart and opened my eyes. We were still seated in the exact same spots, the professor and Hank looking at me apprehensively
I looked down at my hands and thought of everything that just went through my head before turning to my mother. I waited patiently until she met my eyes.
"You lied t' me." I said my eyes filling with tears. It took everything I had to force myself from crying. " De first t'ing you tell me an' it's a lie."
With that I walked from my spot and threw open the doors where everyone was gathered outside. I stalked past them and found my way to the War Room. Fumbling over the keypad I punched in a couple numbers. Denied. I growled and searched my mind to try an figure out if I knew anything about the code.
If I could only get into Scott's mind. Then maybe I could find the code. Damnit Scott...why wasn't I psychic? I concentrated on the keypad and a bunch of numbers suddenly floated to my mind. Confused I punched in the numbers and watched the doors slide open to my surprise. I grinned and stalked into the room. I stood in the middle of the room and waited for something to happen. When nothing did I wandered over to an enclosed room that I took to be the control room. I saw a big computer thing and pressed enter a couple of times. Something came up on screen and I smiled again. I was beginning to like this.
After a while of trying to figure the thing out, I finally put it to a low danger setting and went back into the room. Smiling as the scenery whirled around me I laughed when I was confronted with a bunch of people. Most of them I didn't recognize, but it didn't much matter.
I felt the familiar burning in my hands and concentrated. One attacked me; I don't know what it was. I let loose on the poor computer graphic and saw it turn to ashes and crumble. Another person came running my way when they ran through me and the lights came on. I turned around with fire dancing in my eyes, and in my left hand, which I thought, was pretty cool.
"How'd you get in here?" Scott asked as he walked towards me with a fake importance that he always carried with himself. I stood up straight and put my infamous smirk in place.
"Don' matter now mon ami." I said, still holding the small fireball in my left hand. I rolled it around; completely numb to the burning I should have felt. I stared at my hand, not because I was ashamed more because I was ambivalent to what was going on. Later I found out that I was repressing the emotions I felt to keep my cool demeanor. A defense mechanism I had inherited from my father. I looked up as the rest of the team walked in.
"Kale, I think it would be in your best interest to go with Hank." Professor Xavier said, approaching me with a calm look on his face. I looked into his eyes and saw the word sedative, which made me smile.
"You know what? I t'ink perhaps I should jus' go get some rest non?" I said and walked past them, not once glancing at their faces. Papa stopped me from leaving the room and I looked into his eyes.
There was a hint of fear hidden behind his eyes as I matched his black/red eyes with a pair of my own.
"Allons'y cherie, Papa take you home." He said and walked beside me until I saw something. A vision I suppose, no, more like a series of photographs flashed before my eyes.
A bunch of thoughts, memories, I don't know what they were, involving Papa. I saw snow, lots of snow, some blood, and a bright light. And then all of a sudden everything made so much more sense. Startled I backed away from Papa, his eyes downcast. It was as if he knew what I had just seen.
"Papa?" I asked, maybe for confirmation, maybe for a contradiction. But he refused to meet my eyes, so as slow as I could I backed away from him before turning and running from the mansion.
I ran and ran until barreling into someone's chest at the edge of the lake, around Scott and Jeans place.
I looked up to find Luke's toothy smile, which quickly faded when he saw the expression on my face. Without a word he wrapped me in his arms and held me while I cried.
"Time fo' me t' leave." I said quietly, praying that he would understand, which he did. "I can' stay here no mo'."
"It's okay baby, just promise me you'll come back." Luke said looking into my eyes. I looked at his brown eyes and nodded, silently making a promise I had no intention of breaking. Luke walked with me to the house while I packed a small bag. "How do you plan on getting to wherever you're going?"
I gave him a mischievous half-smile. Because a half-smile was all I could muster.
"Papa's bike." I said walking down the stairs and out the front door. Once I realized that he wasn't going to object to me stealing a bike and riding it without a license I went into the garage and found Papa's old Harley. We came here on that bike; it was only fitting that I should leave on it. "Au revoir."
Luke didn't say good-bye, but he told me once that he didn't believe in good-byes, he said they were cheap. So he kissed me gently and watched as I roared away on the motorcycle.
As the scenery blurred past I realized that I had no idea where I was going, or what I was going to do when I got there. I think in total I had about twenty dollars, a pair of jeans, two shirts, some clean underwear and a leather jacket, and that wasn't nearly enough. I didn't know where the road went or how long I planned on driving for. All I did know for sure was that I was sick and tired of people lying to me and keeping secrets. Hopefully somewhere along this road I would find something real.
Review now. I know it was a long wait and for that I'm sorry. But review so I know some people still read this. COME ON PEOPLE I need the self-esteem. Or feel free to e-mail me with any questions, comments, queries or concerns.