This is the day after I posted chapter 11. Lets see how fast I can write this/post it.
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Fear. Pain. Unkind images were flashing through her mind with impossible speed. She could only catch bits and pieces, but she knew that they weren't pleasant...
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Sophia woke with a start and flew into an upright position, panting and covered in a cold sweat. She glanced over at Rogue's bed, but had to wait while her eyes adjusted to the dark. She sighed when she saw that her friend was still sound asleep, and continued to sit there for a moment longer while she caught her breath. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table and sighed when she saw that it was only six twenty. Running a hand over her face, Sophia sighed. There was no way she was going to get back to sleep. After a moment longer, she rolled out of bed, went over to her dresser, pulled out some clothes and slipped into the bathroom.
Minutes later, she emerged dressed in sweatpants and her Bromley Brooks School hooded sweatshirt. As much as she hated Bromley Brooks, the sweatshirt was very nice. It was extremely warm and it was also a reminder as to how far she had come. She pulled on a pair of thick wool socks and slipped out of Rogue's and her room and out into the hall.
Sophia wandered around the school aimlessly for a while before she stopped in front of a door. She hesitated for a minute before grasping the handle firmly. Slowly, she turned it, and pushed the door open slowly before creeping inside.
Once inside, she let her eyes adjust to the dark before she took another step into the room. The moment she could see, she smiled. Her eyes scanned over Bobby's bed to John's. He was asleep on his side, and looked adorable and peaceful. She smiled softly and brushed her hand across his forehead, pushing the hair out of his eyes. He smiled slightly at her gentle touch and Sophia felt her heart flutter. No guy had ever made her feel this way. But then again, she'd never had had much contact with boys. At least not for a few years. But he got her. He understood her better than anyone ever had. He cared about her, and he was just as broken as she was. They were different. Outcasts. They understood each other better than most people understood each other. It was nice.
She placed her hand on his cheek and gently lent in, placing a kiss on his forehead. She let her lips linger there longer than necessary. She was surprised at how normal it felt. Surprised at how much she liked it.
Reluctantly, she pulled away and turned around, heading back out into the dimly lit hallway.
Sophia had never been around the school when everyone was still sleeping. It was almost eerie. It was incredibly quiet, way quieter than a school should be. Dark too.
She made her way to the living room and peered around the corner. Jones was sitting on the couch, surfing through channels. Sophia knew that he never slept, but since she didn't know him that well, decided to keep wandering. She turned around and silently crept back down the hallway and into the elevator. When the doors closed, she pushed the button marked 'basement' and lent against the white walls of the small box. Once the doors opened, she made her way out into the brightly lit white hallway. It had been five days since the attack outside the club, and Sophia hadn't seen Kitty yet. She figured now would be as good a time as any. Today, everyone had school off, so the infirmary would, most likely, be packed with students visiting Kitty Pryde.
Sophia slowly made her way into the room, that resembled a flower shop due to all the bouquets and cards, and crept to Kitty's side.
"Hey, Kitty." She whispered, her hands going to the rail of the bed Kitty was laying in. "You've missed a lot while you've been out. John and I are dating." She smiled. "I bet you never saw that coming. Heck, I never even saw it coming, and I'm the psychic!" She laughed slightly. "Logan and Storm got married yesterday." She laughed again. "You are going to be so lost when you wake up!" Her face fell. "Which is going to be soon. Everyone's going crazy without you. Jimmy's...Well, he's not himself. He barely talks. Sometimes he barely eats. At dinner he just pokes at his food. It's sad. He sits with you whenever he gets the chance. Sometimes he falls asleep here and Piotr has to carry him back to his room." She frowned. "You have to wake up for him. You have to wake up for us. We miss you, Kitty." She stood there, completely silent. Waiting for Kitty to wake up. Hoping that her words meant more than everyone else's. More than Kitty's close friends, her boyfriends and her teachers words did. But after two long minutes, nothing happened. Kitty's eyes remained closed. The heart monitor that was beeping steadily didn't increase or even decrease in its annoying, loud, sad tone.
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Okay. So, it's short. It didn't reach the '1,000 plus words' quota that I like each of my chapters to have, but consider it a filler. The action will start soon. Kitty will reawaken. Magneto will strike again in some way or another. : ) Please review.
Happy Halloween, guys! Guess what I went as?!
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An X-Men! No one special, but since Sophia's based after me, I guess I went as Sophia! I might post pictures somewhere... I'll let you now.
Oh! I set up a WetPaintWiki account dedicated to characters created in my stories. So far the only people there are the X-Men characters I created. Check it out! The link is located in my profile!