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A.p.R. - I'm BACK! Sorry it took so long. But hey, the next chapter is going to be the biggest chapter ever so get psyched about that. I hope you all will like this chapter. Thanks for the reviews.
---------------------------------------------It's a nice day for a white wedding----------------------------------------------
Marc sat on the church bench, the church built into the west wing of the hospital. It was empty, quiet, the only sound was the flickering of the orange flames on the wicks of the candles.
His eyes and cheeks were red and puffy from the river of tears. His left arm was in a sling, butterflies were applied to the larger wounds on his forehead, gauze was wrapped around his right arm, and a semi-hard cast around his ribs.
What can I do
To help you get through these days
Can I point out the path
or shine the light
to help you find your way
Marc's tears were not for himself nor his cousin, they both would be fine in time. His tears were for another. Crying for his first love, crying for Marcia. The salty tears into the wounds felt like nothing to him anymore.
Tonight, he was numb. Numb to pain, numb to the world, but in his own mind. In his own heart, he was lost. Consumed.
He was again responsible for the death of a loved one.
The church's reverend walked over, with the Good Book in his hand, to Marc. "Something's troubling you…is there something I can do to help?"
"Yes…there is." Marc prudently stood up, pushing himself to his feet with the side of the bench as support. He walked over to two of the candles and put their tiny flames out by pinching it with his fingers and left the church.
I know you are lost
And so confused these days
The darkness inside
Has clouded your eyes
But help is on the way
He sat down in a chair next to his unconscious cousin's bed. What he had to do now was not easy. He reached over and placed his hand on the cradle of the phone then pulled it over and sat it on his lap.
His tears dripping onto the buttons as he brought the receiver up to his ear and began dialing.
The phone rang three times before a woman answered. "Hello?"
"Hello. Mrs. Nady…?"
Look for the light
Change what you see
Day follows night
Goodness is free
Marc stood up and leaned his forehead against the cold glass of the window of the hospital room. He explained that that Marcia had passed on. He could almost hear Marcia's mother's heart shatter.
He purposely neglected to tell them what she did with The Gang; he knew her parents thought she ran away. Why spoil that for them? Why should he ruin their vision of their sweet, innocent, baby girl with the harsh reality.
So rather than the truth, he did something he hated to do, he told them a beautiful lie.
Marcia was a good, kind, person, however misguided. He remembered that she used to call her mother and father and talk. She loved them, but she didn't want to live how she was living. In a broken down home, her parents were fine but she had dreams of better things. She tried to get there herself, but eventually she fell in with The Gang.
Look for the light
Hold on be strong
You're always right
Where you belong
Logan watched Marc from around the corner of the door. Listening to the waver in his voice as he spoke to the woman. He knew better than anyone that Marc blamed himself and if there was another person he would blame it would be him.
He was the one who really was to blame. He let his feral rage override his better judgment. He crossed his arms over his chest as Marc hung the phone up and sat down.
It was too soon for Logan to try to talk to Marc. Sometimes people just need time. These wounds were very real. Scars left on Marc. Scars on body and mind. Logan sighed and walked back to the waiting room where the others were waiting.
Who's fooling who
Who'll lose is you these days
I can point out the path
And shine the light
but you must find your way
He walked in to see that Xavier had arrived in his absence, along with Kitty, who was worried about her boyfriend. The others had some bandages and a few other injuries, but nothing serious.
Charles did not look pleased. It was time to explain. Logan told him everything he knew, the others filled in the details he missed. Kitty snuck out of the room to go and find Marc.
I know you are lost
And so confused these days
The darkness inside
Has clouded your eyes
But help is on the way
She walked into the circular corridor, looked over the room numbers listed on the side of the doors as she counted them in her head. "1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...11."
She saw Marc in the room and moved to walk in but a hand grabbed her shoulder gently from behind. She turned to see Ororo. Kitty looked at her puzzled; Ororo shook her head.
Look for the light
Change what you see
Day follows night
Goodness is free
"Kitty…Marc, needs to be alone." she said, reluctantly.
"But-"
"No, Kitty, you know you and he are very close…but he's going to be very emotional and he's not going to be thinking straight." she said, turning Kitty and walking her back to the waiting room.
Look for the light
You must not fall
Hold on real tight
You'll lose it all
Marc held the beautiful silver necklace he had gotten for Kitty in his hand. He let it slide slowly off his palm but caught it by it's shiny chain just as it was about to fall. He looked into the amethyst stone on the locket.
Some anniversary this was. It was now midnight, their anniversary had passed. He really hoped he could make this up to her someway. Again, something was his fault or, at least, he felt as if it was.
I know you are lost
And so confused these days
The darkness inside
Has clouded your eyes
But help is on the way
Marc stood up with pain, he needed to get something off of his chest. Something that had been torturing his soul and wouldn't let him sleep.
He walked with a purpose down the hallway, passing windows that were covered with beads of heavy rain from the storm.
He still wasn't in great shape so his movements were slow and halting at times but he was still making his way to confront his problems. He was now standing in front of the hospital's church.
I know you are lost
And so confused these days
The darkness inside
Has clouded your eyes
But help is on the way
He slowly entered, taking notice that no one was in there. He shut the doors behind him and locked them so he wouldn't be interrupted. He dragged a chair over so it was facing the front of the room.
The front of the room had a very large cross with a row of fifteen candles in front of it, the two candles he had put out were still out.
"We need to talk." he said, sitting in the wooden chair, facing the cross.
Look for the light
Change what you see
Day follows night
Goodness is free
"I've tried to figure it out on my own…I have tried, you know." Marc said, staring dead forward at the cross, awaiting some answers. "Don't be shocked…I still believe in you. I just don't like you. You up there on your cloud, or castle, or wherever the HELL you are! Holding the answers!"
At the yell he winced, his wounds stretching each time he grew loud. "Why doesn't anything ever work out the way it should?" he said, breathing heavily.
"Why does everyone I get close to get hurt?" he brooded, sobbing silently. "God, after you took- ripped my parents away from me, it hurt me. You hurt me. After my aunt threw me out, I gave up on you! I gave up on you because you gave up on us!"
He grunted loudly and angrily and waited for an answer. "What, not going to come down and SMITE me?!" he snapped, standing up. "Please! Don't just take this from me! Do something, strike me down! C'mon, you know you want to! Coward!" he shouted, falling to his knees from the tears overcoming his body. "I'm sorry…"
His head hung downward at the ground. "It's all my fault - I'm sorry. I can't blame you…it's me! I am the poison to the people around me!" he cried, putting his palms over his eyes, wet with tears.
"Dad…I'm so sorry! I wish I could take that blood back! I didn't know…I didn't mean to - I didn't know that it would…kill you. I didn't know, mom. Please, I love you mom…I never meant for anything to happen like this. You both promised me you'd spoil my kids…when I had them. How could you leave me?"
Look for the light
"Mom, you always talked about how you would cry when I went off to college and how I would have to come back every two weeks. You said you'd make my favorite meal, mashed potatoes, because you said I'd need a real meal instead of living off junk food."
You must not fall
He hit himself in the face. "You said you'd come to my basketball games if I made the team. You told me I'd need to work on my 3-pointers…so we'd work every week before my the team went to the finals." he said with a slight smile at the memory. "I'm sorry…both of you."
Hold on real tight
"Mom, Dad…I'm sorry." he said. "Do you hear me?! I'm so sorry!" he groaned. "I'm sorry for you both dying, I'm sorry for turning my back on what you taught me to never let go of…sorry for running. God, I'm sorry, God…I was wrong. Forgive me…please, forgive me."
You'll lose it all
There was almost no sound but the rain on the windows and the thunder in the sky. "Please…are you guys hearing me? Give me a sign…I'm sorry. Just, please, let me know you can hear me…I want to know that…I need to understand that you do."
Suddenly, the church lights went out and the only light was that of the moon from the windows. It was silent. Marc jumped as one of the windows flew open, unleashing a huge gust in the church. All the candles blew out, their smoke making ghosts in the breeze.
Marc's heart was pounding from that scary moment. He stood up and walked over to the window and pushed it shut with his good shoulder and exhaled. He leaned up against the window and sighed again. "Just the wind."
The two candles Marc had put out a while back where now lit . He caught it out of the corner of his eye. He looked over curiously as he walked over cagily. He picked up the chair and reset it where it was before the wind blew it over.
He sat down and looked at the two candles. Slowly, a smile grew on his face.
Three hours later…
Marc sat down on the bed in his room at the mansion. Sitting on the edge of it tilted forward, holding his shoulder which was still hurting. His tears had stopped flowing, his nose was pretty red and runny, and his head hurt badly. He reached under his bed and pulled out his duffle bag.
He unzipped the bag then began packing his clothes; folding them before placing them in.
Ororo knocked on the door to his room before opening it. She stood there, dressed as if she were ready to go someplace. In her hands were her keys and her purse that contained two roundtrip airline tickets. Tickets to Phoenix. "Flight's in an hour."
The song in this chapter is called "These Days" and it's by Beat and Path.
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