The steady beat of a heart moniter brought Tracy out of her dozing state. Her eyesight was blurry at first but it cleared quickly. Glancing around she saw that she was in the medical bay part of the house. Attempting to sit up she found herself restrained to the bed at various places. Opening her mouth to speak she felt a metal clamp over her mouth, whimpering in distaste the sound was filtered through the metal piece and made a slight squeaky noise. Flinching at the irregular noise she saw a movement out of the corner of her. She turned to see who it was and saw Kurt sitting in a chair a couple feet away.
"Kurt?" She telepathically whispered to the blue boy. The boy visibly flinched at her whisper and turned his all white eyes onto her.
"Yes?" He spoke without emotion, his eyes heavy in pain as he answered. Tracy couldn't remember what happened earlier to get her into such a predicament but she was curious to find out.
"What happened earlier?" Tracy's question brought a flood of fresh tears to Kurt's eyes and she could see him struggling to hold them back.
"Y.. you do n..not remember?" His words were choked with emotion. Shaking her head slowly she watched a single tear slip down his cheek. Taking a deep breath he fought to maintain calm.
"Mrs. Summers must've said something to insult you, you attacked her most viciously," He took a deep breath. "she did not survive the attack." He could not hold the tears back anymore, Jean had been a very nice teacher, always taking care of the students. Her loss would most likely leave most students in a depression.
"I.. I killed her?" Tracy couldn't get over the fact that she had killed one of the nicest teachers at the school. Sure she didn't realize what her daughter was and was carefully blindsighted to the things she did, but she was a nice person who cared greatly for every person. Kurt nodded slowly through his tears, his eyes were close tightly as he tried to stem the flow. Sadness built up in her body until Tracy couldn't hold it back anymore. A low moan escaped her lips before a ferocious roar ripped past. Kurt looked up in surprise at the sound of the agony in her voice.
Lowering his head again Kurt accepted her pain with his. Together they cried out their sorrow, one with fierce roars the other with moans of pain.
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Tracy's roars resounded up through the house and echoed into Victor's formerly silent room. Hearing her distress he attempted to ignore the pain she felt and turned back towards the window. The Professor was sitting across from him with tears slipping down his cheeks still. They all coped with their pain in different ways. Victor did not feel a loss in his heart for the now dead red headed woman, but he would not disgrace her memory by broaching business yet. The X-Men had been totally torn, especially Scott. He had gone into a rage that could rival Victor on a bad day. When he had broken down he had completely shut up, not moving at all, nearly comatose in his reactions, or lack of.
Growing bored with the view Victor decided to go down to the medical bay to check up on Tracy. When he arrived at the medical bay he realized just then that the noises of pain had stopped. Opening up the door he peeked in to find Tracy and Kurt cuddled up on the bed together. More accurately Kurt cuddled up against Tracy since she was still restrained. The couple was asleep now, but the red marks on their faces told him that the tears were still fresh. Tracy cracked up an eye and saw him standing in the doorway. Nodding silently to her he noticed that Kurt was asleep while Tracy was just relaxing. Walking over to the bed Victor picked up Kurt and gently placed him on the other bed in the room. Walking back over to the bed swiftly, he unstrapped Tracy so she could stretch her limbs.
She slowly stood up, her body was tense from being strapped up so long. Stretching in all directions possible she slowly relaxed each part of her body. Fresh tears came to her eyes as she straightened up to face Victor. Tracy's big, amber eyes were dull with grief.
"I feel like I've killed for the first time." Tracy admitted, her psychic voice nearly silent. Victor nodded, he could understand where she was coming from. The first kill was always the hardest, it was a breach into a whole new way of life.
"I've killed the first of my family, taken one of the most beloved members." Tracy's voice was slowly gaining volume as she swallowed the information. These next few moments would be hard to get over, but Victor knew that once she made it through she could live with the highest of them all. Most people couldn't face up to their crime while others merely went insane, Victor hoped Tracy could accept what she had become.
"How's it feel?" The tall blonde man looked down at the young woman with a concerned look on his face. Amber eyes peered up into blue ones.
"Like the best high I've ever acheived." The toothy grin that spread across her face was insane in appearance to most people but to Victor it was the most sane thing he'd ever seen. The large man grinned back at the woman with an equally frightening grin before laying his arm across her shoulders. Yes, she was family.
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Scott Summers was a very calm man. He almost never lost his temper and when he did it was only when he felt strongly about something. He had cared very much for Jean, she was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him. She had made him into the man he was today, under her careful guidance he had become leader of the X-Men and one of the Professor's most trusted students. She had been his heart, his mind, his soul. Everything about her was reflected in him. Now she was gone, it seemed like his whole world had shattered when the heart moniter had stopped beating steadily. The flat line was still heard in his mind, the never ending, mechanical squeal that always had the same pitch.
There she was again. Lying on the operation table with blonde everywhere. Her long red hair clipped away to get out of the mess. Her wounds gaping open while Dezra was quickly working to put her back together. She was gone. That fact tore into his heart so deeply he feared that Dezra would have to put him back together as well. Pain spread through his body slowly, starting at his heart and gradually taking place everywhere else. How would he survive without his beloved wife? Anger filled his mind once again, the tiger girl deserved to die for the crime she had commited. Living with telepaths made his mind super aware of other presences so when he felt someone enter his mind he put up his defenses and greeted the person as his astral self. Seeing the Professor he greeted him politely, anger barely with held behind his shields.
"How are you feeling Scott?" The Professor asked telepathically. The tall man frowned slightly at his mentor before shrugging.
"Feeling the rage right now, and this irrisistable urge to strangle Tracy." Madness seemed to have taken over Scott's mind. Coldness leaked into his voice as he spoke, a malovent gleam flickered in his eyes. Professor Xavier appeared surprised but then understanding of the man's unusual reactions.
"That is expected at a time like this," The bald man talked with a calculating tone to his voice. "However, if you would refrain from doing the latter I'm sure we could deal with your rage." Scott smiled maniacally before shaking his head.
"I don't think so Professor, this time, I'm going to do exactly what I feel." Before the Professor knew what was happened Scott had shoved him out of his mind and put up such excellent shields that he couldn't help but feel proud of his star student. All feelings from Scott had been abrubtly cut off and he feared the worst.
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(A/N) Uh oh, first Jean dies, now Scotty boy goes insane! I surprise myself sometimes, hope y'all love it. R&R if you would be so kind. -Sabeybaby
