Title: Inner Fallout
Category:
X-Men Evolution
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: X-Men
Evolution (c) Marvel
A/N: To truly get the feeling for this, you
have to read the following:
"Only You" Elvis Presley
Only
you
Can do make all this world seem right,
Only you
Can do
make the darkness bright,
Only you, and you alone
Can feel me
like you do
And do fill my heart with love for only you.
Only
you
Can do make all this change in me,
For it's true
You are
my destiny.
When you hold my hand, I understand
The magic that
you do,
You're my dream come true,
My one and only you.
Only
you
Can do make all this change in me,
For it's true
You are
my destiny.
When you hold my hand, I understand
The magic that
you do,
You're my dream come true,
My one and only you.
Okay, now that you've done that, you can understand the rest a little better.
Oh, and yes, you MUST be thinking of the Elvis Presley version. Not any other, the E.P. only. Otherwise the feel is all wrong…
OH and tell me if the horizantal break looks greenish to you. LIke, dark green. Supposedly, QuickEdit is allowing me to color it. funness....
"So, what, did your sex pool get so shallow you have to start hooking the bottom feeders now?"
She was hurt. So was he.
He'd wanted someone better. She did too.
Obviously, their ideas of what was better didn't make a match.
As she turned and walked he wondered what stories she'd heard, the real or the fake, the good or the bad. Wondered whether it mattered.
Gathered the courage to have the tiny marble of hope scattered and lost among sticks and stones that were threatening to swallow him whole.
Fight back the urge to run up, grab her by the shoulders, tell her everything that's been racing through his mind since the first time he'd seen her walk through the door, eyes down and brooding, brushed past by giggling bright colored parrots, a refreshing sort of darkened stability among rainbow chaos.
Hours later he found himself hurrying past the tree where his friend sat discussing last weeks cafeteria food while she sketched on the back of her psychology notebook, replying that the salisbury steak hadn't been that bad but the carrots could have been less moldy.
Shock, shock, shock, even though their talk was that of two people who had nothing more in common than a warm afternoon and a like for large chestnut trees and soft green grass that tickled the nose and made fine whistles to call birds with.
The
spring poking through the couch fabric maliciously twisting itself
into his back hurt almost as much as the growing dark deep emptiness
somewhere far inside of him where he was too afraid to go and find it
and shed some light through.
"Stop looking at me..."
growled at the mussed dirty-blond haired boy who had only wanted to
share a few words, saw the pained surprise at the harsh tone in his
eyes as he fell back to the couch, eyes darting to the TV set as he
muttered quietly, then suddenly getting up and leaving as if he had
somewhere else to be.
A warm sort of horrible glee filled him at
the pain, surprise, in the young boy's eyes, for a second, before
icy waves of guilt hit him anew, the boy had done nothing wrong, and
the stillness around him suddenly was too great. Racing, racing, the
house was too empty, too detached no matter how hard he searched, no
matter how often he was close enough to touch them they were too far
away to keep the solitude of self-built walls from crashing down into
him and crushing him and he found himself in his room, curled up away
from the blare of the TV the radio, whimpering as he found himself
alone, alone, and empty once again.
Endnotes: Really, I could be writing whatever the hell here, I don't think it'd matter, no one's gonna read this. I'm so optimistic, aren't I? Anyways, I sorta want to write more, sorta don't, sorta really feel like writing HP fanfics right now obsessobsess anyways, this was also written last April, April 17th, 2004.
Thankies much, please R&R,
Zoshi