Confessions of a Future past
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, Marvel does. I only wish I did. The only things I own at the moment are Ghost, Glint, and La Luce. The characters of Vicki and Stacey belong to Stacey Lofton, my best friend. Aliana belongs to our friend Aliana.
[A/N: Ok, time for a long over-due update! Thanks everyone who reviewed, I hope more people do for this chapter! None of this happened in Marvel comics, I am making this up as I go along, so some characters died differently. Also, some birth dates are different because I'm integrating from X-Men:Evolution and they are younger at that time. I also made up Aliana's birthday because I didn't know what it was.]
Chapter 3: Beat Red Eyes and Glasses
Scott looked out through his dingy window; he'd gotten the worst end of the deal. He lost everything that mattered to him, his friends, his wife, his daughter and his home. His former, and only home, the Xavier Institute, used to be on the hill of his horizon, all that was left there was ash. When the school for mutants was attacked and destroyed Xavier gave them all different homes, all split up across the tri-county area. Scott got the worst of the deal then too, he had to be at the base of the hill, had to see the destruction every day.
At the foot of the hill off in the distance he saw many stones protruding through the surface, graves. He'd been to so many funerals in that meadow that he knew each one by heart.
"Leonora Traviata/Diena Lane December 21st, 1987-November 11th, 2021 Honorable Italian-American, valued friend and teammate, teacher to all. Saved 10 lives in Post-futurian attack on New York State. Died fighting for forces of the United Countries of the World."
"Aliana LeBeau May 25th, 1988-November 19th, 2021 Will be forever missed by teammates, family, friends, loved ones, and is honored the world over for several attempts to stop Post-futurian invasion on Earth. Saved 34 lives in her short time on this world. 'Do not fret because of evil men
or be envious of those who do wrong;
for like the grass they will soon wither,
like green plants they will soon die away.'"
And there was always that one, that one he'd visit every day but refuse look at. That one that broke his heart into a million shattered pieces. The one that rested above his wife's head. He tried not to remember, but the words that were engraved upon it came flowing back to him.
"Doctor Jean Grey Beloved wife, mother, and friend. June 16th, 1987-January 31st, 2022 She will be forever missed and remembered by her achievements, speeches, and through her husband and daughter. 'Your beauty was perfected because of My splendor which I bestowed on you'"
He winced in pain as the memories flooded back to him, and the irony of the words written upon it hurt even more. She was supposed to be remembered through her daughter Rachel, but that ideal did not last any longer than three months. He was a strong man, he could take any hit that was thrown at him; he could live with the pain of never taking off a pair of special glasses or visor. But tonight he laid down on his bed, he stared at the ceiling, and started crying. He cried for his wife and daughter, for all of his friends, and enemies that were buried up on the horizon. He cried until his eyes started swelling and he fell asleep in the cold, dark room alone. This was his future, he hadn't chosen it. If he had they'd still be alive.
[A/N: Is it possible for authors to almost cry because of their own story? Yup, this part was so sad for me to write. I just wanted to give you guys a taste of the future I created here. All comments are welcome, please review!]
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, Marvel does. I only wish I did. The only things I own at the moment are Ghost, Glint, and La Luce. The characters of Vicki and Stacey belong to Stacey Lofton, my best friend. Aliana belongs to our friend Aliana.
[A/N: Ok, time for a long over-due update! Thanks everyone who reviewed, I hope more people do for this chapter! None of this happened in Marvel comics, I am making this up as I go along, so some characters died differently. Also, some birth dates are different because I'm integrating from X-Men:Evolution and they are younger at that time. I also made up Aliana's birthday because I didn't know what it was.]
Chapter 3: Beat Red Eyes and Glasses
Scott looked out through his dingy window; he'd gotten the worst end of the deal. He lost everything that mattered to him, his friends, his wife, his daughter and his home. His former, and only home, the Xavier Institute, used to be on the hill of his horizon, all that was left there was ash. When the school for mutants was attacked and destroyed Xavier gave them all different homes, all split up across the tri-county area. Scott got the worst of the deal then too, he had to be at the base of the hill, had to see the destruction every day.
At the foot of the hill off in the distance he saw many stones protruding through the surface, graves. He'd been to so many funerals in that meadow that he knew each one by heart.
"Leonora Traviata/Diena Lane December 21st, 1987-November 11th, 2021 Honorable Italian-American, valued friend and teammate, teacher to all. Saved 10 lives in Post-futurian attack on New York State. Died fighting for forces of the United Countries of the World."
"Aliana LeBeau May 25th, 1988-November 19th, 2021 Will be forever missed by teammates, family, friends, loved ones, and is honored the world over for several attempts to stop Post-futurian invasion on Earth. Saved 34 lives in her short time on this world. 'Do not fret because of evil men
or be envious of those who do wrong;
for like the grass they will soon wither,
like green plants they will soon die away.'"
And there was always that one, that one he'd visit every day but refuse look at. That one that broke his heart into a million shattered pieces. The one that rested above his wife's head. He tried not to remember, but the words that were engraved upon it came flowing back to him.
"Doctor Jean Grey Beloved wife, mother, and friend. June 16th, 1987-January 31st, 2022 She will be forever missed and remembered by her achievements, speeches, and through her husband and daughter. 'Your beauty was perfected because of My splendor which I bestowed on you'"
He winced in pain as the memories flooded back to him, and the irony of the words written upon it hurt even more. She was supposed to be remembered through her daughter Rachel, but that ideal did not last any longer than three months. He was a strong man, he could take any hit that was thrown at him; he could live with the pain of never taking off a pair of special glasses or visor. But tonight he laid down on his bed, he stared at the ceiling, and started crying. He cried for his wife and daughter, for all of his friends, and enemies that were buried up on the horizon. He cried until his eyes started swelling and he fell asleep in the cold, dark room alone. This was his future, he hadn't chosen it. If he had they'd still be alive.
[A/N: Is it possible for authors to almost cry because of their own story? Yup, this part was so sad for me to write. I just wanted to give you guys a taste of the future I created here. All comments are welcome, please review!]