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is the plot.
Authors: Sketty24 and Sych77. Both part of the creation of the plot and the chapters.
*Sketty24*
Chapter 1
Grief and sadness floated around the mansion. Mutants were exceptionally quiet and any conversation soon died away. One of their team members, a fellow teacher had died a few weeks back. It had had a shattering impact on the school, but Jean's death hit nobody worse that it did Scott and Logan.
The outside of the mansion was flourishing with warm shades, ruby reds, beautiful browns, and grand golds. Autumn had arrived in a brisk fashion, bringing with it the wonderful textures and shades of the season. The school's grounds had been shrouded by a thick carpet of curled leaves that had fell away from the large trees that lined the beautiful lawns. If only the warm and inviting presence had effects inside, where the sorrow remained.
The school was currently quiet, it was lesson time and students were tucked away into classrooms. Logan and Storm had met during a random walk through the silence corridors and travelled together to the memorial that had been placed in the main entrance. It was a beautiful wooden sculpture of a large eagle that was just readying for flight from a rocky perch. A gold plaque sat beneath this incredible figurine stating, 'Though you may be gone, you shall always soar on.'
"Is it right? Having this thing?" Muttered Logan softly as the pair stopped, watching it gently.
Storm looked to him, a frown, "What do you mean?"
"Well.. every time we walk down here.. we'll see it and it'll bring back memories. It'll stop us moving on."
"No.. it's here to remind us of her good times and to help us move on. We don't want to erase her completely, and we can't do that. This here is a beautiful way for her to be remembered." Said Storm softly, eyes upon Logan.
Logan shrugged his shoulders gently, his hands falling into his jean pockets as he stood there, watching the statue, "You're probably right." He mumbled under his breath, focusing his attention on the eagle.
Storm nodded, "Scott wanted this.. he knows Jean would like it."
"Yeah.." Said Logan softly with a gentle nod.
Storm looked back upon the sculpture, "It really is a wonderful piece of work." She commented softly.
Logan just nodded in silence.
Storm watched him gently a moment, "Are you alright?" She asked quietly.
"Huh? Yeah.. I'm fine. Nothing's wrong." He said, waving his hands briefly to her. He was uttering a straightforward lie. Of course something was wrong. Every time he set eyes up on that statue he could feel memories spurring before they were being played inside his mind.. They'd never leave him. Each time he experienced the remembrances he wished with all his heart that this was a dream, a nightmare.
In the distance he heard bell ring and he snapped out of his thoughts to look towards Storm who still had her eyes upon the statue.
"I better go to my next lesson now.." She said quietly, smiling gently to him before she turned and hurried on down the corridor. Boots signalling her departure loudly, the sound echoing round the wooden hallways.
Logan nodded and muttered his farewell before he turned back to the large statue. After Storm left, he leant forward and placed his left palm upon the head of the eagle, his digit lightly touching the carving, "I.."
His eyes closed, fighting the temptation to hurry away before he completed his sentence, "I love you.."
As he turned and hastily left down the North corridor to avoid the oncoming bustle of students, his mind wished heartedly that her death wasn't true.. He wanted her back. Now.
If only he had determined how..
Authors: Sketty24 and Sych77. Both part of the creation of the plot and the chapters.
*Sketty24*
Chapter 1
Grief and sadness floated around the mansion. Mutants were exceptionally quiet and any conversation soon died away. One of their team members, a fellow teacher had died a few weeks back. It had had a shattering impact on the school, but Jean's death hit nobody worse that it did Scott and Logan.
The outside of the mansion was flourishing with warm shades, ruby reds, beautiful browns, and grand golds. Autumn had arrived in a brisk fashion, bringing with it the wonderful textures and shades of the season. The school's grounds had been shrouded by a thick carpet of curled leaves that had fell away from the large trees that lined the beautiful lawns. If only the warm and inviting presence had effects inside, where the sorrow remained.
The school was currently quiet, it was lesson time and students were tucked away into classrooms. Logan and Storm had met during a random walk through the silence corridors and travelled together to the memorial that had been placed in the main entrance. It was a beautiful wooden sculpture of a large eagle that was just readying for flight from a rocky perch. A gold plaque sat beneath this incredible figurine stating, 'Though you may be gone, you shall always soar on.'
"Is it right? Having this thing?" Muttered Logan softly as the pair stopped, watching it gently.
Storm looked to him, a frown, "What do you mean?"
"Well.. every time we walk down here.. we'll see it and it'll bring back memories. It'll stop us moving on."
"No.. it's here to remind us of her good times and to help us move on. We don't want to erase her completely, and we can't do that. This here is a beautiful way for her to be remembered." Said Storm softly, eyes upon Logan.
Logan shrugged his shoulders gently, his hands falling into his jean pockets as he stood there, watching the statue, "You're probably right." He mumbled under his breath, focusing his attention on the eagle.
Storm nodded, "Scott wanted this.. he knows Jean would like it."
"Yeah.." Said Logan softly with a gentle nod.
Storm looked back upon the sculpture, "It really is a wonderful piece of work." She commented softly.
Logan just nodded in silence.
Storm watched him gently a moment, "Are you alright?" She asked quietly.
"Huh? Yeah.. I'm fine. Nothing's wrong." He said, waving his hands briefly to her. He was uttering a straightforward lie. Of course something was wrong. Every time he set eyes up on that statue he could feel memories spurring before they were being played inside his mind.. They'd never leave him. Each time he experienced the remembrances he wished with all his heart that this was a dream, a nightmare.
In the distance he heard bell ring and he snapped out of his thoughts to look towards Storm who still had her eyes upon the statue.
"I better go to my next lesson now.." She said quietly, smiling gently to him before she turned and hurried on down the corridor. Boots signalling her departure loudly, the sound echoing round the wooden hallways.
Logan nodded and muttered his farewell before he turned back to the large statue. After Storm left, he leant forward and placed his left palm upon the head of the eagle, his digit lightly touching the carving, "I.."
His eyes closed, fighting the temptation to hurry away before he completed his sentence, "I love you.."
As he turned and hastily left down the North corridor to avoid the oncoming bustle of students, his mind wished heartedly that her death wasn't true.. He wanted her back. Now.
If only he had determined how..