A/N: OKAY…I don't have much to say but enjoy
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Chapter 13 – If Only
Tristian walked down the hallway, glancing around at the wooden polished walls and plants and paintings. Peeking through empty classrooms and glancing out the windows at the students who were playing around outside, happily laughing and smiling. It made him smile to know that they could actually live like this, be happy and carefree without having to worry because they were protected here, away from humanity and its harshness.
If only he knew of this place when he was younger…he wouldn't be in the mess he was in now. He wouldn't have gotten mixed up in the stuff he did. He could live a normal life with Bonnie and be as happy as they were. Full of life and hope instead of cold and dead inside, what little hope remained he stored in a bottle shielding it from everyone else.
He twirled the silver ring on his middle finger absently as he usually did when his thoughts turned to her. Things would have been different, but it was too late for the "what ifs" and "would haves". There was no going back, no undoing what had been done. The past was behind him and he hoped it stayed there.
"Vat are ju doing 'ere?"
Tristian spun around, caught off guard for the second time that morning. The blue man stood in front of him a few feet away, his tail swinging back and forth behind him in a graceful manner. His face serious, but the fear resided in those yellow spheres. He knew about Tristian, only people that knew of him had that look in their eyes, the fear of what he could do.
If only they knew the rest…
"I was just looking around," he told him, hoping he wouldn't start disliking the German as much as he did Scott. "I had nothing else to do."
"Vhy don't ju go somewhere else?"
Tristian rolled his eyes, "Look, Kurt, I was just walking around. I'm not doing anything wrong okay. I'm not going to go crazy if that's what you think."
"No, I don't zink zhat," he shook his head speaking too quickly.
"Weren't you?" he raised a dark eyebrow. "Because so far everyone else has except for a handful of chosen few who I can name on one hand. You of all people should know what it feels like to be looked at like a freak, like you're dangerous. You look like a guy who's had it that way all their life."
Kurt's face fell a bit into understanding. Tristian hit the cord, showing the mutant exactly how it felt by using his own memories against him. Kurt nodded his head, lowering it down. "I knov vat it veels like to be veared by zem all. I am zrully sorry if I offended ju."
He waved it off, "No problem Kurt."
"Tristian," a voice beckoned from behind him.
He turned around, seeing Rogue. She smiled waving and quickened her pace. She patted his shoulder when she got close enough. "We tried to come by and see ya last night. But you're a heavy sleeper."
"I was tired," he told her.
"Hope you're not anymore," she glanced at Kurt. "Hey Kurt, you givin' Tristian a hard time."
He shook his head smiling. "No Vrogue. I'll ve on my vay now." He tilted his head. "Good zay." He disappeared in a cloud of smoke with a puff sound.
Rogue smiled at him, grabbing his hand. "Come on. Let's go get something to eat. I'm sure you're hungry."
"Actually, now that you mention it I am."
"Come with me then," she said dragging him with her. Tristian smiled, the day was already looking up.
She led him down a few hallways and into the massive kitchen he had been in the other day except it was full with some more kids.
Bobby joined them, gesturing around the stove area. "We got a problem."
"What?" Rogue asked with a frown, holding Tristian's hand in her own gloved one.
Bobby opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by someone talking behind him. "Awe come on Kitty! It is not that hard to make toast."
Rogue slouched her shoulders, "Oh no," she groaned. "Please tell me Kitty ain't cookin' this morning."
"I'm afraid so," Pyro said, joining them, flicking his lighter in his hands. "And I thought I was good at burning things," he let out a snort. "Kitty's a pro."
Rogue turned her head to Tristian. "When Kitty cooks it's a disaster. The poor thing can burn Pop Tarts I swear by it."
John nodded, running a hand through his hair. "That's for sure."
"When Peter cooks," Bobby pointed to the burly boy whose shirt seemed to barely cover his bulging muscles, "you think you died and went to Heaven. When Kitty cooks," pointing to the girl who was blowing at the fire from the toaster. "you think you were in hell or eating prison food sounds better." Someone grabbed the fire extinguisher and put out the flames.
Tristian only chuckled. "What do you say I buy you guy's breakfast? Least I can do."
"Shit, don't have to ask me twice," John grinned.
Bobby glared at him for his language. "That sounds nice of you, but you don't have to."
"I insist," he patted his chest. "Let's just go up to my room and I'll grab my wallet and then ask Jean for a set of keys." They nodded following him out of the disaster zone and up to his room.
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R& R THANXS!
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Chapter 13 – If Only
Tristian walked down the hallway, glancing around at the wooden polished walls and plants and paintings. Peeking through empty classrooms and glancing out the windows at the students who were playing around outside, happily laughing and smiling. It made him smile to know that they could actually live like this, be happy and carefree without having to worry because they were protected here, away from humanity and its harshness.
If only he knew of this place when he was younger…he wouldn't be in the mess he was in now. He wouldn't have gotten mixed up in the stuff he did. He could live a normal life with Bonnie and be as happy as they were. Full of life and hope instead of cold and dead inside, what little hope remained he stored in a bottle shielding it from everyone else.
He twirled the silver ring on his middle finger absently as he usually did when his thoughts turned to her. Things would have been different, but it was too late for the "what ifs" and "would haves". There was no going back, no undoing what had been done. The past was behind him and he hoped it stayed there.
"Vat are ju doing 'ere?"
Tristian spun around, caught off guard for the second time that morning. The blue man stood in front of him a few feet away, his tail swinging back and forth behind him in a graceful manner. His face serious, but the fear resided in those yellow spheres. He knew about Tristian, only people that knew of him had that look in their eyes, the fear of what he could do.
If only they knew the rest…
"I was just looking around," he told him, hoping he wouldn't start disliking the German as much as he did Scott. "I had nothing else to do."
"Vhy don't ju go somewhere else?"
Tristian rolled his eyes, "Look, Kurt, I was just walking around. I'm not doing anything wrong okay. I'm not going to go crazy if that's what you think."
"No, I don't zink zhat," he shook his head speaking too quickly.
"Weren't you?" he raised a dark eyebrow. "Because so far everyone else has except for a handful of chosen few who I can name on one hand. You of all people should know what it feels like to be looked at like a freak, like you're dangerous. You look like a guy who's had it that way all their life."
Kurt's face fell a bit into understanding. Tristian hit the cord, showing the mutant exactly how it felt by using his own memories against him. Kurt nodded his head, lowering it down. "I knov vat it veels like to be veared by zem all. I am zrully sorry if I offended ju."
He waved it off, "No problem Kurt."
"Tristian," a voice beckoned from behind him.
He turned around, seeing Rogue. She smiled waving and quickened her pace. She patted his shoulder when she got close enough. "We tried to come by and see ya last night. But you're a heavy sleeper."
"I was tired," he told her.
"Hope you're not anymore," she glanced at Kurt. "Hey Kurt, you givin' Tristian a hard time."
He shook his head smiling. "No Vrogue. I'll ve on my vay now." He tilted his head. "Good zay." He disappeared in a cloud of smoke with a puff sound.
Rogue smiled at him, grabbing his hand. "Come on. Let's go get something to eat. I'm sure you're hungry."
"Actually, now that you mention it I am."
"Come with me then," she said dragging him with her. Tristian smiled, the day was already looking up.
She led him down a few hallways and into the massive kitchen he had been in the other day except it was full with some more kids.
Bobby joined them, gesturing around the stove area. "We got a problem."
"What?" Rogue asked with a frown, holding Tristian's hand in her own gloved one.
Bobby opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by someone talking behind him. "Awe come on Kitty! It is not that hard to make toast."
Rogue slouched her shoulders, "Oh no," she groaned. "Please tell me Kitty ain't cookin' this morning."
"I'm afraid so," Pyro said, joining them, flicking his lighter in his hands. "And I thought I was good at burning things," he let out a snort. "Kitty's a pro."
Rogue turned her head to Tristian. "When Kitty cooks it's a disaster. The poor thing can burn Pop Tarts I swear by it."
John nodded, running a hand through his hair. "That's for sure."
"When Peter cooks," Bobby pointed to the burly boy whose shirt seemed to barely cover his bulging muscles, "you think you died and went to Heaven. When Kitty cooks," pointing to the girl who was blowing at the fire from the toaster. "you think you were in hell or eating prison food sounds better." Someone grabbed the fire extinguisher and put out the flames.
Tristian only chuckled. "What do you say I buy you guy's breakfast? Least I can do."
"Shit, don't have to ask me twice," John grinned.
Bobby glared at him for his language. "That sounds nice of you, but you don't have to."
"I insist," he patted his chest. "Let's just go up to my room and I'll grab my wallet and then ask Jean for a set of keys." They nodded following him out of the disaster zone and up to his room.
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R& R THANXS!