A Time Forgotten

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Yes I know it has almost been forever since I updated, but being a college student hasn't been easy. But finally I am back!

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Bry

Chapter 4

Ice

Boston, Massachusetts

Robert, Bobby, Drake turned quickly into the library entrance of Boston University. He gave the librarian a quick nod as he moved deeper into the stacks. With his short blonde hair and his calm blue eyes, most people didn't even consider giving the young man a second look. He wasn't their typical idea of a mutant. Rogue had been right on that fact.

He turned down another row, erasing the thought of her from his head. Rogue didn't matter anymore. She was dead to him.

He approached the Psychology section of the stacks and reached into his coat jacket. The sullen figure was there, just as he anticipated. "What did you find?"

The pale dark haired boy turned to him. "I told you, I know nothing, Ice."

Bobby popped the gum he had withdrawn from this coat into his mouth. "That's what you tell me, but for some reason I find it very difficult to believe you. I saw you talking to the police. What were you telling them? Why didn't they arrest you, Maverick?"

Maverick shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, dude."

"Yeah, right asshole." Bobby lunged and grabbed the boy's right arm and twisted it expertly. "I am sick of having to watch your every moment. The game is up. I know you are selling out mutants for immunity. What did you tell the police today?" He whispered viciously into the scum's ear.

The boy cried out in pain. "I DON'T know what you are talking about Ice. Eh," he cried out as it felt like his wrist was going to snap. "I might have mentioned to them about one of the safe houses Storm set up in New York. I'm not sorry, owww. I had to. They were getting to close to catching all the mutants in Boston. I just wanted to divert their attention."

Bobby's stomach sank. "You told them about a safe house?" The lives of the children Ororo was trying to save flashed before Bobby's eyes. "They are going to be killed."

"Better them than me."

Bobby chomped down on the gum in his mouth. "That's where you are wrong, Maverick. You talk way to much."

The boy of 17 barely saw his death coming. The Ice was able to snap his neck with a simple twist. Maverick's body fell to the floor.

Bobby, or Ice, turned away from the scene without a second glance. He walked by the librarian again and nodded his head.

Ice could have lived a somewhat normal life. But instead he decided to do what he could for mutant kind. He was a hunter. He didn't only hunt the ones that killed mutants. He hunted those who turned on their own kind. Maverick played the game wrong. You never rat out on your own kind.

Ice went down the T station stairs, and jumped on the line to get to South Station. It was time to leave Boston for a bit. He needed to get to New York and see if he could prevent the deaths of more mutants.

He held on to the pole in the subway car and kept his eyes even. Justice was coming.

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Sorry for the delay again.

Bry