ah've got this thing called a job and it required me to stop writing and go do this thing called work. (thus no updates earlier today)
this chapter was different from the others. up till now i've just been able to just write straight through… but i ended up re-writing parts of this over and over and then finally just started over. (i'm finally sorta happy with it now though!)
i'm running out of songs, but i love the stability they provide… i'll be taking suggestions for songs and/or poems for future chapters. submit anything you like, even if you're not sure i'll like it. it doesn't even have to seem to fit, who knows where this story will go! (as for this chapter, i got tired of all the talking and wanted just a bit of action…) (ok, maybe more than just a bit…)
this song is the Boy in the Bubble, by Paul Simon. if you get a chance, listen to it, cause his songs sound the coolest… lots of different instruments and always a cool sound.
many thanks to all my patient readers and reviewers!
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chapter title:
boy in the bubble
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Their hug lasted until the power suddenly went out. Both were very calm about the matter, neither giving any thought of screaming or panic. It was different, apparently, for the young mutant upstairs.
It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
The scream rang loud and shrill, waking everyone in the mansion up, and, a few moments later, causing yet another girl to shriek.
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry
Logan stood up as his claws slid out. "This is either an attack or we blew a fuse… You find out what all the screamin's about, I'm goin' to go check the fuse box."
Rogue nodded, but then realized it was dark and he might not be able to see her. It didn't matter though, he was off before she could say anything.
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry
Rogue ran up the stairs, the obvious direction of the scream. When she got there most of the teachers had flashlights and were trying to calm everyone down. There were simply too many people for her to risk getting close, but it wasn't long before Scott started sending people back to their rooms, just to clear the place out.
"Everyone out of the hallway! Everyone go back to your rooms and stay calm until we figure this out!" Scott shouted above the noise.
It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
Rogue, she could hear professor Xavier calling her. Rogue, where is Logan?
"He went to check out the fuse box." She thought back to him.
There was a pause. Rogue, I want you to get Jean and go find him.
"Is he...?"
Go now!
"JEAN!" Marie hollered above the noise. She didn't have to shout again because Jean came rushing toward her.
"Where is he?" asked Jean, obviously informed of the plan.
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry
It wasn't just a blown fuse. Logan had known that. But it would bea goodplace to look for the intruder.
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Rogue and Jean rushed down to the fuse box. It was hidden deep within the mansion, yet perhaps not deep enough.
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Logan smelled no one. He saw no one. But he couldfeel someone.
The room was big, and fairly empty. Too empty for anyone to hide.
An invisible attacker. A sent-less, invisible attacker. He'd never fought anyone he couldn't smell before.
It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art, think of
The Boy in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart
The first blow came, and Logan wasn't the one giving it. It hit him on the back with an incredibly cold blast. He turned quickly, trying to see the attacker.
Nothing.
And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
Rogue and Jean reached the room just in time to see Logan fall to the ground.
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry
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you'll have to tell me if this was good or not... cause it sure was different! i hope it's not too confusing, i didn't want to have too many breaks in it because i wanted it to bea bit of a blurr... let me know if you liked it :P