Disclaimer: I will not make any prophet of this story. None of the characters, other than Chase Robinson, are NOT mine.
Author's note: Okay, well, this is my second chapter, I'm somewhat happy with it. I hope you, the readers, enjoy it, so please, R&R.Critizime is helpful. Thanks!
The moon was set high, full and bright. The sky was bare of no clouds around to hide the twinkling tars that was used for a travlers navigation. A few birds were heard flapping their wings back to their nests, chrickets chripped, singing to each other songs of the night. Oh, it's a peasceful niht. It's wonderful to be out of the city. chase had almost forgotten how muched he missed the whild. how the midnight breeze would blow through his shabby hair giving his body soft chills throughout his bodywith goose bumps rising form his skin to alert that he was cold.
His hand reached up to a branch of an old oak tree, pulling himself onto it. Chase leaned his head and back against the trunk, as his legs crossed each other lying on the branch. His eyes closed slightly, sighing with sadness. He didn't know much of his childhood, like he started life at fifteen, but with the exveptional knowledge of his early school years.
Why is it that thing like his happen to poeple? Does God just love to watch people like himself be smitten with the raging anger of others? No. There's no such thing of a "God" He thought No "God" would allow anything terrible happen to his so called "children" Of course, he didn't believe in any God. Never did he blieve. His adopted family would take him to curch, every sunday. But as a result, every time they would get into the car and drive back home, Chase would ask questions that they weren't ever able to answer, other than "That's just how God wants it to be", "God works in mysterious ways, Chase" Or whatever other lousey excuses they would come up with. His adopted father fninally placed him into a book camp, not only becuase of his rejection to 'God', but also becuase Chase would always bring some sort of trouble home to their house.
"Home.."he said with a sigh, his green eyes flickered showing the sky his sadness. "Oh, if there was ever a place... Like home" He said to himself, never actually having a real home that he can call his own, or a family. After he went through boot camp, Chase was sent to boarding school at some place where they're filled with a bunch of schobs whom always had their noses stuck wway to far up their asses to noticeit. Crazy to him, that everyone has to be a certain way to fit in, when all they have to do is lie.
That's how most mutants live. T hey lie to untouched blood people, and in the end they lie to themselves. Soon, getting themselves into some deep shit. The Xavier's Institute, Oh.. that's right, that was the school I was shipped off to. Chase thought, yawning. Wonder how Deire, Izzy, James, and everyone else is doing.. Apart from the stuk ups, partially meaning the Summers and Scott, Chase had been friends with Desi, Izzy, James, and a few other people. They had been romtely close, and grew up together throught he three years of highschool. They each had a form of mutany in them. Whatever it was, physically, or psychologically. Each of them were different in their own way, although some o them had developed their abilities from tehir parents. It was passed down to them genetically, from family, or like the metaly or physically challenged people, something int heir DNA that was mistakingly misplaced during the process of growing of the child in the mother's womb. Usually, when the parents of the challed or in the case, mutant, child, the mother would have been possically been taking some type of drugs, or have been drinking. Anyways...
After the ids finished highschool, everyone splitted up and when their own ways. Chase vaguely remebered what exactly happend to everyone, other than Desi making a new X group called Legacy-X. James went back to Japan with his little sister, then went back to Louisianaand married Desi. Izzy went to Australia, already engaged, to visit his father, St. John Alyerdyce. What about Chase? Well, he went back to his adopted family with open arms, hoping they'll accept him for who he is, and in return, they rejected him, as he rejected their "God". They had threatened to call the police if he didn't leave. And this is how his life resulted. Chase pratically lived the streets, always getting fired from jobs, sucking the secual pleasure of women; mainly prostitutes. What can I say? I am an incibus.
In case for those who don't know what an Incibus is; it's a creature seeping into the fantacies of women, licking up their every thought, giving them such amazing pleasure. Af of now, I'm sure you have suspected that with mutants, there's sometimes an odd mixutre of the mental and physical change. When Chase had found out, no, rather so, tested them out, he had, probably, gone to far...
But, alas! As the write of this story, I am not going to tell you what happens, simply becuase of many reasons. Pick whichever once you like best...
The night sky slowly began to fade into a lighter blue color, the stars were disappearing, one by one as the moon followed with them. Morning was waking up and the man sat in the tree all night thinking about life before becomeing such a stray. He had contemplated about going to see his former friends and cat up on old memories.But was it the memories that they had shared, did he wanted to catch up on? Or was it something, or someone else? Whatever it was, Chase didn't stand a change. They will probably reject him becuase of how he turned out. What women would ever love a mess like myself Chase thought.
Love is something that is hard to come by, esspecially if your a Chase. More than ever, he always wanted a woman to wrap his arms around and hold satisfying her needs and endurace of love with the dreadful exsistance of the Incibus.
"Bah, I guess I should go and start looking for a job," Said Chase. He jumped off the tree shoving his hands into his pockets and headed back to the city. He wondered if Desire, James, and the rest of the highschool friends.The New Orleans' street was old and fithly. Traffic, I guess, was pretty milkd int he morning. Sidewalks were wide enough that little bazzaire type stands were propped up, that people who weren't applied in good paying jobs, or for those who were pretty much homeless, would sell things like insences, paintings, anything. Chase mades his way throught the long street ignroing those who came up to him, trying to sell their goods. He ran across the street heading towards the old payphone, which over years, was teattered up with grafittie of some sort of improper slang, torn away stickers and flyers. A phone book was hanging from the mettalic string, terribly warpped from the rain. Chase took the book and flipped through the pages.
"LeBeau...LeBeau...No.. she doesn't hold that name anymore... Howlette...Howlette..." Chase muttered to himself, his eyes stared blankly at the pages as he flipped through. "Ah-hah! Found ya!" He digged through his coat pocket and inserted a couple of quarters into the machine and dialed the phone number. 555- No.. I can't... 62 What if they think I'm crazy for calling? 4... Why the hell do I care! 3.
The silence broke when the phone rang...
"'Ello?" A southern accent had answer the phone.
"Uh..uh... Is Miss Desire LeBeau there?" Chase replied to the lady. Damnit, she's married, she isn't LeBeau no more..
"Ah'm her; Who's dis?" Her voice had slightly matured, her accent still thick of southern and french. I believe that's what you would call a casian accent.
He was stunned, he didn't know what to say. "Er..Um..Egh... Hi" His voice quiverred. "Been a while."
"Chase?"
"Yeah?"
"Chase Robinson?"
"Yeah..?"
"Chasey-poo Robinson?"
"Yeah...?" He looked down at the phone oddly, his eye brows scrunched up.
A relief, she exclaimed "Oh Chasey-poo! How are ya! James 'n' Ah were worried somthin' teribble had happen to ya!"
"No, no. I'm fine, thanks."
"That's good.."
"Yeah, well, I just called to say hi. I gotta get going" Chae's hands were sweating with anxiety, and the phone was slipping from his hands.
"Alright, nice talkin' to ya"
"You too..."
"Chase?" Desire called.
"Desi?" I replied after.
"Why don't ya come ovah tanight fer dinneh? Coincidentleh, the rest of the gang from school are ovah here and more! It'd beh a pleasureh fer ya to come by" She asked.
"I don't know.." I said, unsure of the idea.
"Puh-lease?" She begged.
"I suppose I could stop by accedently and hang for a while." And it was set. Desire gave him her address and they hung up. A highschool reunion. This'll be intresting..