AN~ sorry this took so long!

All I ever wanted, all I ever wanted

Was a simple way to get over you

All I ever wanted, all I ever wanted

Was an in-between to escape this desperate scene

Where every lie reveals the truth

Baby cause I all ever wanted

All I ever wanted was you

~"All I Ever Wanted"- Kelly Clarkson

Nyx

"Get away." I said in a whisper to Ray. His eyes dropped to the ground. Despite what I said, Ray took a step closer. "Get away!"

"Nyx, Styxx is awake." he said. All thought fled my mind, except one word: Go. I lept off the table and ran, fully a where of the pain at the back of my head, Dr. McCoy yelling at me that he wasn't finished, and the pounding foot falls of Ray on my heels. He was fast, but I knew he sucked at sprinting, I poured on the speed and he soon fell behind. I reached the room where Styxx was, sliding in my uniform's boots and hitting the doorframe with my shoulder.

There she was, Styxx, sitting up and talking to Thos in a quiet voice.

"Hey," I said from the doorway. Styxx turned toward me, a smile on her face. She tried to pull off the yellow blanket from her legs to get up and get to me. I went over to her and pushed her back onto the bed.

"Nyx, what happened?" Styxx asked. And I told her. I told her about the past four days and all of the awful things that had happened. Suddenly a look of loathing came over Styxx's face, directed past me and toward the door. I turned around, and Thos looked over that way.

Ray was standing in the doorway. He seemed to be torn about entering or not.

"Don't even think about it." Thos growled when Ray started to take a step forward. "You've done enough."

Ray looked like a wounded puppy, hurt eyes and a pitiful look on his face. I steeled my emotions against it though, he's the one that caused all of this. His eyes turned to Styxx, as if asking for permission to leave. She locked eyes with him, and then turned her sight to her lap.

Ray's answer: Get Away.

Styxx

It was hard, and I hated it. I hated what he had done, I hated that I couldn't beat the snot out of him for four days. But the biggest thing, I hated that it affected me so much. I hated that I cared. I hated that he was still helping me, I hated that he wouldn't just but out of my life.

It's harder to have someone half in, than to shove them all the way out. I fisted the sheets in my hands, I bowed my head, and I fought the tears. He was still there, in the doorway, he wouldn't leave. I have to shove him out.

I bit the inside of my cheek, I looked up and into his eyes, and I willed my voice to be strong.

"Go away." he looked more hurt than anything, like a wounded pup. "GO!" I yelled. He bowed his head, and stepped from view. I was not going to cry.

And I didn't. I gritted my teeth and stood on my own two feet. When I stumbled, I pushed Thos away. I was determined to make it up the stairs to my room on my own. I felt Nyx drape the sheet on my shoulders. And I walked up the stairs, down the hall, and into my room.

My bed was still a mess from four days ago, and I lay down on top of the black blankets. I didn't feel like sleeping, I just wanted to lay here, and, for once, cry without trying to hide it.

It felt like hours when finally the tears stopped. I pulled myself off of my bed and shed the thin hospital gown. I walked over to the bathroom, turned the water on, and climbed in. The water was lukewarm and soothing.

I took care in washing my hair, and scrubbing my skin with a loofah. It was about an hour later when I climbed out and wrapped up in a towel. I changed into a pair of black jeans and a Fleetwood Mac shirt. I grabbed my iPod, earphones, my jacket and hat. I walked down to the rec. room with my coat and hat on, told Thos and Nyx were I was going and that I'd be back by ten.

I stalked the streets off Bayville. I dodged people and hate groups alike, and listened to some of my favorite songs. When You Can't Take Me by Bryan Adams came on, I put it on repeat. It was from that movie, Spirit- Stallion of The Cimarron. I love that movie. It had been my favorite growing up, I still remember going over to my neighbor's house and watching it with Nyx and their daughter.

I walked to the base of Look Off Point. Suddenly my annoience level spiked. He had been following me the entire time. I spun on my heel. There he was, about two yards away.

"What?" I snarled. He locked eyes with me but remained silent. I marched over, and before I knew what I was dooing, my right had had already struck his face, and the sound of skin on skin was echoing off of everywhere.

"So kissing Tabitha, stalking me, what else?" I yelled. He looked at the ground. "Look at me!" his eyes snapped up.

"I. . ." he trailed off.

"You what, Ray?" I asked. I forced my anger back down.

"I'm sorry," he was staring me down, and making me feel awful about hitting him. "I want you to know, I didn't kiss Tabitha. She kissed me." I felt REALLY awful now, "And if you still want to be mad at me now, it's Okay. At least you know the truth."

It's official, I felt like the biggest bitch in the U.S. right now.

"I'm sorry, for hitting you. I was mad. I usually don't strike out, and I'm sorry." I said, avoiding eye contact.

"It's Okay. I guess I should leave you alone now, I've said what I wanted to say." Ray turned around and started walking. He through over his shoulder, "I'll see you around, Styxx."

I'm ashamed to say I didn't go after him. Sad to say that I sat down on the snowy, frozen ground. Depressed to say, I watched him walk away from me. I took out my earphones, pausing my music. I sat there in silence, thinking back.

Ever since the word got out that I had gotten my voice back, I'd had a lot of calls from other artists, and a few record companys. I had agreed on doing a charity concert in January, after clearing it with professor, of coarse. The date had been set for January 13. Tickets had gone on sale. Tickts had gotten sold out. And my CD sales had spiked. My bank accout wasn't zero anymore, and I had been working with Thos on a new song. My grades had been dropping, but so was everyone elses, and Professor said that it was Okay, and that we'd be starting school at the mansion soon.

I had continued with my work at learning the guitar and electric bass (both of which Thos knew how to play). Nyx had started with the piano and was studying under Ororo, things were going good. Word had gotten out that I was a mutant, but my CD sale's stayed steady. It seemed that in the world of music, it really doesn't matter.

I thought about all the artists before me that had to face anything like this. One really stood out to me, Freddie Mercury. He was gay, he had AIDS, and he was one of the most famos, and one of the most talented artists ever. He was one of my hero's.

"I'm as gay as a Doffodil." it was one of his quotes. I remember doing a Freddie Mercury tribute in one of my concerts, one of the revies had said:

"Styxx, one of the only singers who could have pulled off a tribute as well, and to someone so talented. If you are reading this, Styxx, thank you. You have done well."

That review was from one of my most judgmentle critics, one that had almost always had something negetive to say. Ever since that concert, I have always done Find Me Somebody To Love and We Are The Champions in every one of my concerts.

But now was not the time to think of my career. Now was the time to think of Ray, and all that I did. And all that he did.

1) I think he liked me before the mansion blew up.

2) he's the one who saved my life when I couldn't fight any more. Point- Ray.

3) he carryed me to the Morlocks. Point- Ray.

4) he kissed me. Why? Because of a Black Jack game.

5) he met Thos, almost instant dislike. Minus point- Ray.

6) he got me a necklace with my favorite animal on it (an owl) Point-Ray

7) he kisses Tabitha (or Tabitha kisses him). Minus 3 points- Ray.

8) I went out for a walk because of it

9) I fell, got knocked unconciouse

10) mini-coma. Yay

11) Thos almost beat the hell out of Ray. Point- Thos.

12) Ray got Nyx out of the danger room when she hit the wall. 5 points- Ray

13) I woke up, Nyx cam in and told me about everything I'd missed.

14) Ray apologized. Point- Ray.

15) I'm here.

Tallying up the score board, he's ahead by the numbers, but is still not the fan favorite. It's like Rocky vs. Apollo Creed in my head! What am I questioning? What do I need to ask myself, what do I need to know.

Then it came, the one question I had to ask: Do I forgive Ray Crisp?

AN~ So, I think it's you guys, my readers, to dicide Styxx's answer. Poll on my profile. Please vote! Also, SO sorry this was this late.