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Scars Return to Haunt You.
"What on earth happened to you!!" Ceceila asked her distraut friend
of his shoulder wound as she patched him up.
"Just a little Iron. Iron's good for you." He said. "Where is she?"
"She's sleeping. Now, who shot you?" Cecila demanded as she avoided the topic change.
"Some punk in Mexico. Ouch!" He whined. "Why did you do that!?"
"I know more than you think I do!" She hissed. "You went after him, didn't you! Answer
me man!!"
"Where is Beast, anyways!" He snapped and rose to leave.
"I am not finished with you! Do you think you can give me those half
answers you give everyone else, when you come to me to lick your wounds?
I'm tired of it!" She contenued. "Do you hear me?!"
"I could hear you even if I was deaf! sheesh!" HE said as he rubbed his ears.
"What was going on in that head of yours? A man that looks like you in Mexico,
never mind what you were doing, but then you traveled three days with a slug
in your shoulder, and you don't even seem to care!" she screamed.
"I could have removed it myself!" He retorted.
"And what? Bled to death?" She argued.
"You know I wouldn't let that happen. I have you get myself in trouble,
you feel useless if I don't" He smiled smoothly.
"That won't work this time, buster. I'm telling the Professor." Ceceila
threatened.
"What am I surposed to say?" He asked. "Don't! No Mommy! I'll be good!"?
"Just stop! I'll keep quiet this time, but, She needs you, buddy. Don't
go trying to be a martyer for her." She pleaded. "And if you ever call me
mommy again, I'll treat you like the baby you are!"
The tyraid is cut short by a knock at the clinic door.
"Hey. Ceceila, can I see him just a sec?" The male interupter asked.
"I don't know, May you?" She quipped.
"You're worse than the fur ball." He said.
"Take him. You talk him into some sence." She said.
When the two men reached outside, the second man turned to face the first.
"You can't go around killing people! You know that!" He yelled. "Do you know
what it took to cover that incident in Mexico?!"
"You should be one to talk!" The second man retorted. "And how did you know?!"
"I have connections! As an X-Man, you should know that!" The second man said disgruntled.
"You wouldn't understand."He said. "I would do anything to stop that man
from ever hurting her again." The first man spat.
"I know I would have done the same. You know we all love her." The second man said as he looked away.
"Sometimes I think she would have done better if we didn't fight so hard to keep her."
"I know. I'm being selfish, but I can't live without her." The first man said.
"You've killed for her. Was it worth it? I see how you look at Ceceila." He said.
"It was worth it. I just miss my wife too much." The first man cried.
"She hangs on for you. There is just so much pain she's in." The second man stated.
"I don't know how long she'll stay. Let her die."
"Never! She's my life!" The first man panicked.
"I understand, but if you feel the need to kill again, let me know,
otherwise, you might not be so lucky." He warned.
"You needn't worry. How is she?" The first man asked.
"Thinking of you." Then he left.
End.
Scars Return to Haunt You.
"What on earth happened to you!!" Ceceila asked her distraut friend
of his shoulder wound as she patched him up.
"Just a little Iron. Iron's good for you." He said. "Where is she?"
"She's sleeping. Now, who shot you?" Cecila demanded as she avoided the topic change.
"Some punk in Mexico. Ouch!" He whined. "Why did you do that!?"
"I know more than you think I do!" She hissed. "You went after him, didn't you! Answer
me man!!"
"Where is Beast, anyways!" He snapped and rose to leave.
"I am not finished with you! Do you think you can give me those half
answers you give everyone else, when you come to me to lick your wounds?
I'm tired of it!" She contenued. "Do you hear me?!"
"I could hear you even if I was deaf! sheesh!" HE said as he rubbed his ears.
"What was going on in that head of yours? A man that looks like you in Mexico,
never mind what you were doing, but then you traveled three days with a slug
in your shoulder, and you don't even seem to care!" she screamed.
"I could have removed it myself!" He retorted.
"And what? Bled to death?" She argued.
"You know I wouldn't let that happen. I have you get myself in trouble,
you feel useless if I don't" He smiled smoothly.
"That won't work this time, buster. I'm telling the Professor." Ceceila
threatened.
"What am I surposed to say?" He asked. "Don't! No Mommy! I'll be good!"?
"Just stop! I'll keep quiet this time, but, She needs you, buddy. Don't
go trying to be a martyer for her." She pleaded. "And if you ever call me
mommy again, I'll treat you like the baby you are!"
The tyraid is cut short by a knock at the clinic door.
"Hey. Ceceila, can I see him just a sec?" The male interupter asked.
"I don't know, May you?" She quipped.
"You're worse than the fur ball." He said.
"Take him. You talk him into some sence." She said.
When the two men reached outside, the second man turned to face the first.
"You can't go around killing people! You know that!" He yelled. "Do you know
what it took to cover that incident in Mexico?!"
"You should be one to talk!" The second man retorted. "And how did you know?!"
"I have connections! As an X-Man, you should know that!" The second man said disgruntled.
"You wouldn't understand."He said. "I would do anything to stop that man
from ever hurting her again." The first man spat.
"I know I would have done the same. You know we all love her." The second man said as he looked away.
"Sometimes I think she would have done better if we didn't fight so hard to keep her."
"I know. I'm being selfish, but I can't live without her." The first man said.
"You've killed for her. Was it worth it? I see how you look at Ceceila." He said.
"It was worth it. I just miss my wife too much." The first man cried.
"She hangs on for you. There is just so much pain she's in." The second man stated.
"I don't know how long she'll stay. Let her die."
"Never! She's my life!" The first man panicked.
"I understand, but if you feel the need to kill again, let me know,
otherwise, you might not be so lucky." He warned.
"You needn't worry. How is she?" The first man asked.
"Thinking of you." Then he left.
End.