So, I'm pretty sure this is my longest chapter yet. And if I don't hurry along with the writing of this story Yaoifan-gurl-forever is gonna strangle me, as long as she decides to walk over to the couch. But yeah, make sure that you tell me what you think! Oh yeah, you all are gonna hate me in a little bit, if you don't already. I'm evil, so evil.
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Danger Room: Morning Session
Patrick took in the sight of the danger room, surprised to see that it was so, empty. "I thought, what with a name like "Danger Room" that this place might be a little more, I don't know, dangerous?"
Kitty smiled at Patrick as she walked into the room, "looks may be deceiving," she pointed out.
Scott pat Patrick on the back before he stepped into the room himself, "She's got a point, you know. None of us expected you to be a mutant, you certainly don't look it."
Patrick frowned at Scott, obviously offended by the statement. "Well then, I guess you really shouldn't judge things based on their appearances."
Jean nodded, walking into the danger room behind Patrick, "now you're starting to get it." She said with a small smile.
Rogue rolled her eyes in response, "So for this session, is it true that the Prof just hit random on everything?"
Xavier's voice sounded across the room, "Actually, I had Logan pick the obstacles in this course. But I suppose it's nearly the same results."
Kurt spoke up as he and Evan walked into the room, "so professor, what exactly are Patrick's powers?"
Everyone looked at the professor in expectancy after Kurt's question as Storm walked into the room, "yeah, it'll be hard to, like, work together with him if we don't know what he can do." Kitty spoke up.
Everyone in the room glanced over at Patrick as Xavier spoke again, "don't worry about it, I'm sure he'll show you a little of what he can do in the course."
No one seemed to really like that answer, but before they could voice their opinions a laser shot out at them from behind.
Everyone seemed to jump into action at once. Storm flew into the air, just barely missing the laser; Patrick used Quicksilver's speed and was out of the way in no time. Kurt ported himself and Evan out of the way, and Kitty phased Jean and Scott through the laser. Rogue had just managed to jump out of the way, just barely avoiding the beam.
Patrick was the first to notice how close Rogue had been to getting hit, and before the laser had time to shoot off another shot he was next to it, ripping it out of the wall. "That should take care of that," he muttered, tossing the machine on the ground.
The mutants in the room looked at Patrick in surprise, all of them shocked at the powers that the boy had displayed. It looked as though Jean was about to say something, but suddenly a section of the floor flew up, creating a wall to the left of Patrick.
Patrick looked at the new wall in surprise, a look of wonder on his face. Everyone else seemed to know what was happening, and Scott yelled at him to start running out of the way.
Patrick was confused, wondering what had them so freaked out, but as the next wall appeared out of nowhere to his right he took that as his cue to run. The only problem was that right before he could get away from the two walls, a third wall appeared in front of him, blocking his path to run, trapping him against the wall.
Patrick felt his heart begin to race, his eyes widening in surprise. "Patrick, are you alright?" He heard Jean's voice calling to him from the other side of the walls.
Scott spoke up next, although he sounded surprisingly calm. "Professor, was this even a setting in the system?"
Logan's voice sounded out across the room, responding to Scott's question instead of Xavier. "You must expect the unexpected, as Charles is always saying. Plus, I'm a little curious about this kid and some stories that I've heard recently."
Patrick slid his gloved hands across the walls, panic beginning to settle in pretty quickly with him. "Logan, this isn't funny." Patrick said, clenching his teeth as he waited for a response.
"I don't see this as a joke, bub." Logan responded, his voice slightly annoyed.
Patrick silently gulped, taking a couple steps back from the wall in front of him. He let out a deep breath and ran at the wall in front of him, combining the powers of both Quicksilver and the Blob to try and break through the wall. The effort was in vain, though, as all he did was bounce back, not even leaving a dent in the wall in front of him. "What the heck is this thing made out of?" Patrick called out, trying to mask his panic.
Jean's voice sounded through the wall, "Patrick, don't panic, alright?" He heard her say, her voice masking the concern that she felt for the boy.
Patrick pressed a hand against the wall, his stomach churning, "I'm not panicking," he said, pretending to play it casual. "D'you mind hurryin' up an' gettin' me outta here though? I'm gunna get pretty bored," He said, his panicking causing a slight southern dialect to coat his words.
Kurt glanced at Kitty, one of his eyebrows arched. "Did you notice the different dialect too?" He asked her, getting a nod of confirmation from her.
Jean turned to Kitty, speaking loud enough for Patrick to hear through the walls that were surrounding him, "do you think you can phase through there and get him?"
Kitty shrugged, "I don't know, Patrick couldn't even break through it, could he? You've seen how strong he is."
Jean nodded, concern filling her face, "I know, but we need to figure out some way to get him out of there."
Kitty nodded in understanding, pressing her hand against the wall, "I suppose I could try."
Patrick had slid down the wall until he was seated, his arms wrapped around his legs as he tried to stop shaking. The wall behind him had created a roof over the walls surrounding him not to long ago, and now he was trapped in a dark box, created from the floor and wall. He knew Jean could read minds, but he couldn't stop his thoughts. Get me out of here; I don't want to be stuck in here. Don't leave me again, please. I don't want to be alone. I just want help. Please, don't attack me. I didn't do anything wrong. Patrick was thinking over and over, trying not to visualize the sharp blades that pierced through the wooden crate on that night long ago.
Jean's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze turning to the box that Patrick was currently stuck in. "Patrick, you need to calm down, please." She said, rubbing her temple.
Scott looked at Jean in confusion, having been trying to blast the walls down with his optic blast. "Jean, what's the matter? Patrick's not panicking, he's been really calm."
Jean shook her head, closing her eyes in concentration. "No, it's his thoughts. They're all over the place but they're the first real thing I've gotten from him since he came here last night. And he's certainly not calm."
Patrick was still shaking when Kitty finally phased through the wall, and when she got through the wall she looked around uncertainly. She wasn't able to see anything because of the wall above them, blocking off the light from the danger room.
"Patrick? You're gonna have to say something, I can't really see you." Kitty said, feeling her way along the wall.
Patrick's entire body stiffened and he floated off the floor a little bit. He had visited many mutants, and had accidently absorbed some of their powers, and now, because of his panic attack, Patrick was beginning to lose control of the powers he had obtained.
Kitty glanced over at Patrick, who now had a magic glow surrounding him, "thanks, that makes it, like, much easier to see you." She said, but when she saw the static coming from the glow she realized that he must not be in control of his powers.
Rogue and Storm looked up in surprise as Kitty phased through the wall again, without Patrick. Storm spoke up first, "where is Patrick? Were you not supposed to bring him back out?"
Kitty nodded slightly, glancing back at the wall behind her in confusion. "Yeah, but he like, totally spazzed out or something."
Rogue looked at Kitty in confusion, arching an eyebrow, "what d'ya mean?"
Kitty had everyone's attention now, "well, he lost control of his powers, or something. I'm not really sure. I mean, I thought his powers were super speed and strength. But that weird orange glow sure didn't look like super speed or strength."
Xavier's voice sounded out over the room, through the intercom, "Kitty, are you certain it was an orange glow?"
Kitty looked up at the observation deck in surprise, "well yeah professor, in a concrete box that's pitch black it's hard to mistake an orange glow for something else."
Scott hit Kitty for smart mouthing the professor, but Xavier didn't seem to notice. "I need all of you to get out of there, this instance. Storm, I need you to prepare the medical lab, just in case."
Everyone seemed shocked at Xavier's request, but none of them were about to disobey or ignore him. As soon as everyone had cleared from the room Charles went down there, heading straight for the concrete box.
"Logan, I'm going to need you to get rid of the walls." Xavier said, though his gaze was on the box still.
Logan sighed in response, "are you sure that's a good idea, Charles?" He asked as the X-Men assembled in the observation deck.
Xavier nodded in response and Logan reluctantly got rid of the box that was trapping Patrick.
The box around Patrick had disappeared too late, though, because Patrick was beyond the point of recognition. The orange charge that surrounded him began flashing dangerously around him, nearly hitting the professor a few of the times.
"Charles, I don't think it's very safe in there. He doesn't seem to even recognize that you're there." Storm's voice said over the intercom.
Xavier shook his head in response, moving closer to Patrick. "Patrick, I need you to calm down, alright? I need you to calm down and remember where you're at."
Patrick heard a faint buzzing sound in the background. He was sure what it was, all he knew was that he'd been locked up again, and that he never wanted to be locked up again. He also knew that they only way to accomplish that was to get rid of the person who kept locking him inside of the box.
"Patrick, please, calm down." Xavier called to him, nearly getting hit by the orange electric energy that surrounded the boy. "Rogue, I need you to answer honestly and truthfully. Who was the woman from your dream? The one that held the knives?"
Everyone in the observation deck glanced at Rogue, who panicked at first from all the sudden attention, and then began to try and remember. "I-I'm not sure. I don't really know who she was." Rogue said, her voice shaking slightly, "She, she wasn't normal, I remember that. The me of that time had always compared her to a chameleon."
Xavier realized that that was probably the best answer that he'd get from Rogue at the moment, so he turned his full attention back on Patrick. "Patrick, answer me. Who was it? The one who caused you harm? You know her name, I know you do."
Patrick heard the faint buzzing again, but this time a few words slipped into his mind while he listened through the static. Who? Caused . . . harm? Name. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
"Who was it? The one that you want revenge on? Who's the one that you want to get back?" Xavier asked, trying to get through to the boy.
Patrick clenched his hands into fists, the orange energy growing with mass the longer that he stayed floating. "Must . . . find . . . Must find her." He choked out, struggling to voice his thoughts.
"That's right, I already know that. I need to know who. Who was the woman that started all of this?" Xavier probed, moving closer to Patrick, trying to calm the boy before he hurt anyone.
Jean's voice came over the intercom, "professor, why don't you just read his mind? It'll make this go a lot easier."
Xavier glanced back at the observation deck for a brief second before turning back to Patrick, "Jean, his mind's as chaotic as Rogue's is. With all these different memories in here it would take forever to sort through which ones are important."
The professor's statement had everyone's attention now, but no one seemed to understand what he meant. "What d'ya mean by that, professor?" Rogue asked, obviously as confused as everyone else.
Xavier would have answered, if he was not paying so much attention to not getting fried by Patrick. "Don't . . . hurt," Patrick cried out, some of the orange electricity surrounding him hitting the observation deck. Kitty jumped back in response, not able to mask her surprise from Patrick's attack.
Logan left the observation room, heading down to the danger room to join Professor Xavier. "Charles, tell me you can make him stop." He said to the professor when he joined him.
Xavier glanced over at Logan, "I'm not sure, Logan. He's got to stop on his own." He answered, turning his attention back on Patrick. Patrick, I need you to relax. Let me help you. The professor said, using his telepathic powers to try and get through to the boy.
Patrick cried out in surprise, shaking his head. "Out . . . I want out." He said, clutching his head in pain.
I know, I know you do Patrick. But I need you to help me help you. Tell me what happened, what exactly happened that night? Charles asked him, wheeling himself closer to Patrick as the orange energy around him seemed to be dispersing.
Rogue entered the danger room as well, moving up next to the professor, "Professor, I can clear his head, if that'll make things easier." She suggested, having waited until it looked like the professor had taken a pause at trying to get into Patrick's head.
Xavier shook his head in response, "I don't think you'll be able to," he said, and then clarified because of her look of disbelief, "Because of his powers, I'm afraid of the static rebound that could occur between the two of you."
Rogue frowned in confusion, but didn't put up an argument. She knew that the professor would know what he was talking about, and that arguing with him at this point would be pointless.
Xavier turned back to Patrick, focusing on him again, though also aware of Rogue and Logan in the room with him. Patrick, are you listening? I need you to calm down before I can help you.
Patrick shook his head, his hands pressed against his ears, "No . . . she's not safe. Must . . . protect."
Xavier looked at Patrick in surprise, finally having been able to see what Patrick was seeing in his mind. "He's reliving that moment," he muttered to himself in surprise. "His mind is literally stuck in the past."
Rogue looked at the professor in confusion, she was standing close enough to hear him. "Professor, what are you talking about? What is Patrick talking about?"
Xavier turned to Rogue, confusion written all over his face. "Rogue, I don't know how to help him, I really don't." The professor said, his voice sounding as helpless as he obvious felt.
Rogue's eyes widened in surprise and she stole a glance at Patrick, "what'dya mean, you can't help him?"
Xavier shook his head, trying to clear Patrick's thoughts from them, "he's panicking. He's been claustrophobic since he was 4 or 5, and it seems that there's actually a memory behind the reasons. But his memories from it are very confusing, they're mostly dark with small glimpses of sharp metal."
Logan spoke up, his voice full of confusion, "what are you gettin' at, Charles?"
Xavier glanced back at Patrick, leaving a silence as he contemplated how to respond to Logan's question. "I'm saying, whatever has him so panicked was triggered from that concreted box. And now he's reliving whatever past he's been shoving aside. And I'm not sure how to stop him, because I don't know who the little girl is that he's trying to protect. I don't know if anyone can stop him, at this point. And if he doesn't stop, he's going to burn himself out."
Rogue looked extremely confused, and it didn't look like anyone else understood what the professor was saying either, so he cleared up any confusion. "If he doesn't stop, he will have been burnt to nothing, just ashes."
Make sure that you subsribe! I'm not allowed to copy Tubuscus again, Kitty threatened to file a copyright complaint, which confused me because she's not Tubuscus and has never met him. But I decided not to argue because I don't want her on my bad side. So what'd you guys think? Not what you expected to happen, right? Do I have you on the edge of your seats yet? Let me know what you think, just try not to strangle me!