Don't kill me!
I know some people won't like this, I know some will. I don't have an explanation as to why this happened, it just...happened.
Thank you everyone for the support, this is already over 4,000 views and counting!
next chapter I'll do another dedication thingy that I'd done ages ago near the start of this, it really does feel like a long time ago already XD.
thanks to Spirit Kiss for the review, I admit to chuckling at it, but as I'm reading over everything I realise just how much as changed in just a few chapters XD.
This is officially my longest story and I'm surprised that it's lasted this long, usually I lose concentration or I get mind block, but with this it doesn't happen often and i can usually get the inspiration to continue.
now for a short story about how I started fangirling over another character...so I was wondering what other films Aaron Stanford had done because he seemed familiar from somewhere else other than X-men, and that's where I realised that he played Birkhoff in the show Nikita. I've not watched the show, but I distinctly remembered the trailer and catching little bits of the first episode. I kinda found some tribute videos on YouTube, and well, I liked nerdy characters anyway, but seriously, Seymour damn Birkhoff is the best XD.
okay, so that's a little story because you know, why not?
only two weeks left before the end of term, yyyyyaaaaayyyy!
disclaimer:I only own OCs
with that done, on with the chapter...
Mom will be nicer,
I'll be so much better, I'll tell my brother,
Oh, I won't spill the milk at dinner,
I'll be so much better, I'll do everything right,
I'll be your little girl forever,
I'll go to sleep at night,
Pink ~ Family Portrait
It was the chattering voices and the rushing footsteps that awoke me from the light slumber, instantly making me sit upright as I listened to the frantic noises more coherently. Connor snorkelled, then also woke up in groans as he heard the sprinting footsteps.
"Isaac, what's going on?" He slurred, rubbing his left eye as the other hand searched for his round glasses. I didn't answer, hastily grappling the bed sheets and yanking them out the way as I marched towards our bedroom door, already having an inkling as to what was happening.
I had heard Connor protest at my leave, but ignored his whines, focused on only getting to Logan's room that was about five corridors away. I hadn't seen the event in my future-seeing, but judging by the visions that had appeared around Logan and Rogue, I assumed what this moment was.
My bare feet bounced off the cold floor boards, every step silently wary as I was sure there were some crooked nails in the woodwork, and I sure wasn't going to have one of them scrape away a layer of skin. I wasn't dressed at all fashionably, a baggy white t-shirt and boxers, but I didn't have the time to waste on putting on less revealing clothes, it wouldn't really matter anyway.
Eventually I reached the corridor on which Logan's room was, finding a crowd of over ten students gazing into the room with horror and awe, and I silently imagined them as vultures crowding around a corpse. I managed to catch a glimpse of long flowing white hair, Professor Monroe luckily at the scene to command the students back to bed. I swivelled my thin frame around the students, trying my best to get a good look, only for connecting the dots later.
At that moment, Professor Monroe pushed past the students, my eyes seeing that Professor Summers and Dr Grey were also there, all of them also awestruck but acted quickly. They bustled around trying to help the unconscious Logan who had slumped to the floor, Professor Summers placing a pillow under his head. However, I only focused on Rogue, the final scars of Logan's claws healing to which there was no mark, her body twisting around uncertainly to face Professor Monroe, an apologetic look on her face.
"It was an accident." She stated, but Professor Monroe could only look at her with her mouth slightly open. I felt numerous breaths pass over the back of my neck as more students turned up to watch, my eyes catching Bobby, Kitty, Connor but no John, I guessed he refused to get up.
Suddenly Rogue tried to escape the room, every single student moving out of her way in fear. Not me, I stood in the centre, trying in some way to show there was no need for people to be scared of her.
"There was nothing else you could do." I whispered firmly, Rogue glancing at me briefly before shaking her head, manoeuvring around me so her flesh did not touch mine. Once she was out of sight, everyone looked back to Logan, except Bobby who looked as if he wanted to chase after the fleeing Rogue. She needed space, she needed to calm herself before everyone jumped on her with questions.
"Alright, everyone back to bed, now." Professor Monroe said firmly, all the students hastily sprinting away in a chaotic fashion, murmurs being exchanged as they left. I stayed though, even when Dr Grey turned her face away from Logan to tell me I had to go too. I couldn't hear her though, I was transfixed on Logan, wondering, despising how fast events were happening.
"Isaac, go back to bed, we can deal with this." Dr Grey tried again, suddenly appearing beside me with a hand gently clenched around my arm. My legs wouldn't move, my eyes wouldn't snap away form Logan, the room somehow in a spinning frenzy.
Can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe!
My legs turned to jelly as I stumbled to the floor, Dr Grey copying the motion as she fell down with me, keeping the steady grip on my arm. Ringing filled my ears as short gasps escaped my throat, but no oxygen travelled to my lungs, I was suspended in this panic attack.
I'm going to die...again!
I screeched internally, my mind mocking me with flashes of that crisp autumn day, the shimmering water crawling into my mouth in an attempt to take me to the final silence. I placed my hands over my ears, the ringing too much as I felt like my ear drums were about to burst, spraying crimson liquid onto the wood-decked floor.
"Isaac, listen to my voice."
With tears squeezing out the corners of my eyes, I did as commanded by the familiar voice of Professor X, the voice echoing inside my maniac mind which was still sending sparks of panic through my body.
"Breathe slowly. In...and out. In...and out."
I copied the slow rhythmic beat, clenching my eyes shut to stop the spinning spirals from burning into my pupils. Within minutes, I was slowly calming down again, able to listen as Logan was lumbered back onto his bed and given a check-up by Dr Grey, Professor Monroe taking her place by my side.
Everything became a blank, I couldn't hear anything, refusing to open my eyes in case a nightmare appeared before me. But it wasn't total silence, there was clear cries of a small child. Like a blind man, I used my arms as my eyes, extending them into the darkness, somehow finding myself on my suspiciously steady feet. The crying sounded close, so close, and yet echoed around me.
"No more needles! Daddy! Make them stop, no more needles!"
The scream ripped my soul. I knew it. There was no denying the squeaky voice was Sammy's, I must have been dreaming, I had to be dreaming, this couldn't be real. I moved in the direction of where the voice had come from, moving forward with balanced feet as it was impossible to know how big this room was, if it was a room at all.
"It'll only hurt for a second baby girl, I promise."
And that voice, why did it sound so familiar? The gruff southern accent clearly male, but surely, my mind would not be so cruel as to make me witness this. With every part of me screaming not to do it, I gingerly opened my eyes, blinded by bright surgical lights.
It was indeed a room, a large one like a warehouse, dimly lit by overhead lights however it wasn't too difficult to see this gigantic room was lined with row and row of surgical tables. Glistening objects of torture glinted under the bright lights, so much metal, I would have deemed it futuristic if it wasn't for the scene in front of me. My eyes could only focus on this one area.
Standing an inch in front of me was my Dad. Full doctor's uniform, the metallic circular object that they placed against your chest, that cold feeling as the doctor listened to your heartbeat. I managed to stifle a choke, confused by the scene before me. He was leaning over a metal surgical table, planting a soft kiss onto the sweat-dripped face of my sister.
She looked younger than four, too young, way too young for something as barbaric as this.
She was sobbing, crying out for him to make the pain stop. She was only wearing a white nightgown, even then, it was stained red as around four fully clothed doctors were jabbing her body with long, fine needles. It was sickening how they ignored her screams, having to clamp her arms and legs down with leather clamps and ropes, them groaning as she tried to struggle.
I stumbled backwards, unable to contemplate what these humans were doing to her. But it was Dad, how he gripped one of her hands tightly, her nails digging into his flesh to cause angry red punctures. He did not stop them, he just comforted her as they sucked up her blood like some vampire blood farm.
"Thank you Dr King for bringing such an adequate lab-rat, even for a mutant."
The voice sent fear through me, twisting my body around to stare straight into the face of the man who had kept me in that damned laboratory for six years. His face was clean shaven, not as I remembered, but it was clearly the same man by the many wrinkles on his face, that poised posture of a soldier undeniable.
"Don't call her a lab-rat Stryker, unless you want me to stop your little program!" Dad snarled at William Stryker, eyes glaring with loathing at the military man. Even though I was stood paralysed in front of him, Stryker didn't notice me, in fact, he walked through me. It was as if I was a hologram or ghost, having to watch an event from the past unfold.
"My, my Dr King, are you so naïve you think you have the authority to shut down my work?" Stryker dared, hands clasped behind his back as he strolled towards the surgical table, a smug smirk on his beastly face. There was no anger in me anymore, just by seeing the man that had caused so much suffering to so many mutants, I was left as a fearful child.
At his words, Dad growled and made to grab for Stryker's throat. In the end, he changed his mind and just gripped his tightly collar, attempting to snarl straight into his face as he heaved loudly in rage.
"We had a deal. You find a way to cure her, I give you all my research and give permission to use her as part of the cure." He hissed, but even he cringed at the barbaric nature of the words. I couldn't believe he was doing this, done this, to his own daughter.
"Yes we had a deal, and it still stands. We are more alike then you realise Dr King, after all, if things don't go as planned then Jason can always have a new playmate." Stryker choked against Dad's tugs on his uniform. Dad in turn bared his teeth, clearly tempted to strangle Stryker there and then. But his hands hesitated, and he released Stryker, tears glossing his eyes as he returned to my sister's side.
"It will go to plan, and when it's over, you make sure she never remembers any of this." He commanded, watching hopelessly as Sammy fell unconscious, her screams turning into gargles as the anaesthetic streamed through her body from a separate needle that was sunk into the crook of her arm.
"I'm sure I don't need to tell you how fragile the brain is, memories are so easily distorted, after all that is where insanity comes from. Unfortunately, once the memories are distorted or removed, it can leave a long lasting effect on the victim...patient."
Stryker corrected himself, but I had a feeling the slip up was intentional to anger Dad further. The other doctors quickly scarpered once they had what they wanted from Sammy, taking the vials of blood away to be analysed probably. When they had gone, Stryker had the nerve to walk up and stand by my Dad, placing a hand on his shoulder as they silently watched my sister's chest heave slowly.
"Replace them then, replace them with different memories, ones that won't scar her." He begged, no longer fighting back against Stryker, no longer having the strength to do so as his shoulders sagged.
"This notion of removing memories from a person is new Dr King, it is even yet to be proved successful, let alone replacing them with new ones. However, since Wilson didn't want anything to do with her, I'm sure she'll fit happily into your lovely family."
What?
No...no, there is no way he is suggesting that!
"Didn't your wife mention she wanted a baby? After all, since she was first brought here you two have had a bond, seeing as she is so young, it won't be too difficult to make her believe that she is your daughter."
What!?
No...he's lying...this can't be...Sammy is my sister!
"She's a mutant...I can't..." Dad fumbled lowly, shaking his head as he used a shaky hand to move black strands of Sammy's face.
"Think of it this way, if you don't, she'll likely grow up to hate us and kill us like so many mutants before her...or I get a firing squad to shoot her. But if it comes to the second option, don't expect me to be merciful, my perceptions have changed since the weapon X program." He compromised, no emotion towards the little mutant girl lying unconscious in front of him, so many punctures wounds in her skin, said skin beginning to crack from how they had drained as much blood as possible, unknown how the water inside her rippled ferociously in rage.
Tears streamed down my face as I gazed upon Dad, watching as he slowly agreed with the idea, so much love in his eyes for a child that wasn't even his. But no, it couldn't be true, there was no way that both Dad and Mom could pull off something like this, they couldn't just act like they cared for so long.
The scene pulsed as it faded away, my mind screaming for eternity as this short glimpse to the past revealed something I knew I could never tell Sammy.
My own brain couldn't function with the knowledge, how, how could they have done that to her?
Eventually the image faded all together and I felt my body resurface into reality, the numb feeling in my limbs ceasing as the polish sensation of wood softly pressed against my fingers tips. I breathed heavily, attempting once again to calm myself down, but found I couldn't get back into the rhythmic beat that Professor X had created.
"Isaac, are you alright?"
I gasped, never so thankful to hear Professor X's voice in my mind.
"I'm...I'm fine now." I lied, opening my eyes to find the room in total darkness except for the blaring light of a lamp on Logan's bed drawer. Professor Monroe, Dr Grey and Professor Summers were all gone, the tight squeeze around my arm still imprinted through the fabric of my nightshirt.
I searched for Professor X, finding him in his own night wear beside Logan's bed, Wolverine beginning to stir. I was forced to breathe in the rhythm again as I shakily pulled myself to my feet, a heavy sway as my balance was way off normal, but I managed to correct it before I toppled to the floor again.
"How long..." I trailed off, my head pounding, Stryker's voice still haunting me.
"Only five minutes, but I assume to you it felt much longer." Professor X answered, but he didn't have to read my mind as I stayed in silence, confirming his statement. I strolled over to the two older men, hand placed against my head as if trying to mask the pulsating pain against it.
"She hasn't killed him, but she could've, right?" I asked, but I already knew the answer, Professor X raising his bald head up to look at me, a grave expression on his face.
"You do not need me to confirm it, but yes, she could have. Professor Summers informed me that you were no longer telling what you see in your visions." Professor X hinted lightly, pressing me to say something about it and thus beginning a debate that I should be telling him.
I moaned, the pain in my head more ferocious from the sizzling light that past over me from the lamp. I hoped Professor X wouldn't read my mind, not after the bombshell I had just witnessed in replay, still in denial that it was real.
"He's telling the truth. It's not that I'm ungrateful for what you've done for me, I just, people can't know the future or they can change it." I reasoned, but knew Professor X would argue nonetheless.
"While I agree, sometimes knowing the future can mean you can change it to a better one." He continued, and for the first time I saw a flicker of thirst on his face, this first being knowledge on what would happen in the upcoming times, mainly Magneto's plan.
"Magneto set his own path, you can't always be there to help him against himself. I know you two were once friends, I know about the beach in Cuba in nineteen sixty-two. Elijah told me about some of it, and now I see why Magneto hates humans. I'm sorry Professor, but you can't save everyone, even the people closest two you." I stated, emotion spurred on by irony as I remembered Sammy and how much alike the saying meant to me and her.
Just to think, all those times I thought, we thought we were family.
It was all a lie.
Crafted by Stryker, Dad, Mom and God knows who else. But why? Why go to so much trouble just to make one little girl believe she had a family? I know I was cruel by saying this, but it seemed so far fetched and not worth Stryker's time. It just made me wonder what fake memories he had placed inside my head, maybe I was like Sammy, maybe Mom and Dad weren't my mom and dad either.
There was a long pause of tension-filled silence, Professor X focusing on Logan as he had an inner conversation with himself, thinking carefully on what he was about to say.
"Erik is closer to me than my own brother, we are like book-ends of the same soul. He needs hope Isaac, though the type of hope is uncertain. I met him as a young man, filled with rage and pain, I helped him see that he did not need rage to control his power, he needed the point between rage and serenity where many men do not dare to tread. By saving him, we save me, because I would rather spend a lifetime with him as a rival than watch him die due to his own demise. Which I believe would say the same between you and your sister."
I shuddered at his speech, finding the words involuntarily crawl into my brain and stay there. He sounded so ancient, more ancient than Elijah ever did, the tiring battle between him and Magneto. I couldn't hear the word sister, now it didn't sound right, but she was still my sister, the one I grew up with and idolised, no matter if we had the same genes or not.
"You do not need to tell me, it is your choice, I'm simply pleading with you to consider revealing one thing." He finished, eyes sadly locked on mine. I wanted to say no, but in my heart there was only one scene that scared me down to my soul (besides the one I had just been thrown into), and unfortunately wasn't as far away as I could ever hope it to be.
"One day the X-men won't have you there to guide them, they will have to fight against humanity and Magneto alone." I said sadly, unable to get the image of Professor X's death out of my head, all the flying objects that spiralled around the living room of the Grey House, the sharp shards of glass that reflected the forms of Magneto, The Phoenix, Professor X and Logan, him being in another room held up against the ceiling.
"There is only one thing I fear in this world, and that is the day humanity cease to exist." He confined in me, using that even/wise tone of his. I thought he was brave, true I had had my own close encounter with death and it was terrifying, but knowing you were going to die, that is the worst feeling in the entire universe.
"Now off you go, I want you up bright and early tomorrow morning." He chuckled lightly, so expertly changing the subject that I couldn't protest. I was about to stumble away, still slightly disorientated when Professor X called my name. I turned back to look at the old mutant, his eyes suspiciously empathetic.
"If you ever wish to talk about what happened just now, I'm here to listen." Professor X said tentativly, briefly sending panic through me that he had used his telepathy to spy on what I had seen in the conscious vision. But it was wiped away almost instantly, if he did know, he wouldn't have been so vague on the subject.
"I'll keep that in mind sir." I mumbled, knowing he wouldn't let me leave without an adequate answer. If only I knew that my supposed sister had said the exact same words a year and a half ago.
"You may go, oh and be sure to inform Mr Norston that dilly dallying in hHe halls is not something to be done in the early hours of the morning." Professor X said with a joyful glint on his eyes, this being because he had likely heard Connor creak the floorboards outside the room. I answered by nodding my head, mumbling a goodnight professor and stumbled out of Logan's room, just in time to hear the Wolverine waken.
"Logan?"
"What happened? Is she alright?"
"She'll be alright."
I sighed with relief, glad that Professor X had actually confirmed it before I left.
Must stay calm, no-one can know.
I commanded myself as I strolled down the empty corridors (Connor scarpering back to our dorm once he realised Professor X knew he was there, I didn't have the energy to chase after him), having an internal breakdown as I tried desperately to piece together what Stryker had meant. But I couldn't, my brain was unable to function under the lack of sleep. I decreed that as soon as the sun peeked on the horizon, I would be in the library on a computer and searching for anything that could be associated with the name Wilson. I didn't recognise it, at all, and it would take forever to pinpoint an exact person, but I had to do it, I had to do it for Sammy.
She can never know, it would destroy her like Stryker had said, but I need to know whether this Wilson is still alive, and how he is connected with Stryker and Sammy.
With a loud yawn I rubbed my eyes, unknown as to how tired I actually was until I reached my dorm and hastily dove under my bed sheets. Connor pretended to snore, but the acting soon turned to genuine as he fell asleep almost instantly. I watched his sleeping form through a crack in the sheet covers, his bed placed on the same wall as mine.
In the end however, I shoved the sheets over my head And attempted to close my eyes.
The warm cocoon of the sheets was enough to send me into a deep sleep, only to be interrupted hours later by Elijah who hastily told me that Rogue had disappeared. It was midday when he told me, I had slept for twelve hours straight, but in truth I didn't want to wake up, because I knew I would have to accept that Sammy wasn't my sister, that she wasn't even family.
What was about to be done on liberty Island had to happen, and I couldn't be there to stop her. Even though Professor X had trusted me with most of the information he gave the X-men, he knew I was still young, saying I couldn't get involved in such potentially violent affairs. But I was already caught up in it, Sammy was, she was about help begin a war.
Was her name even Samantha? Or had Dad just made that up?
My mind was so confused and frazzled, unable to focus on one thing, between this new information about the UN summit, Sammy's secret and the future-seeing, there was too much cluster in my head.
I would just have to grit and bare it, take a step back. I would just act like a normal student, go to class and pretend that I didn't know the future. It would be unbearable, but I would just have to let everything unfold as to how it should unfold, sometimes pushing people in the right direction if so needed.
Sam would always be my sister, no matter what bombshells Stryker or anyone threw at me, she would always be my older sister. Even when I saw her in my visions, seeing how she effortlessly fought against Professor Monroe in her X-men uniform, this being on liberty island.
Sammy, what have you gotten yourself into?
Fair to say I was slightly jealous, Mystique gone to reek havoc at the X-mansion, attempting to delay Professor X for a while. Sometimes I wished I could be shapeshifter like her, pretend to be someone else so I could just know what John, Bobby, Kitty and Isaac were doing, because no matter how hard I tried not to think about it, I wanted to know whether they were okay.
Of course they would be okay, if I turned up now, they would despise me and likely not want anything to do with me. That was why I couldn't leave the brotherhood, I didn't want to, but if I did, nobody else in the world would take me, I was stuck with them until the end.
I walked hastily behind Magneto and Sabretooth, metal plates quickly removing from the walls to be used as a footpath as we went to see if the machine had worked. I was privileged to be able to see what it had done to Kelly, Magneto instantly coming to me with the invitation, followed by Sabretooth for back up if Kelly tried to do anything.
Somehow I doubted he would be needed, but we couldn't possibly know what powers Kelly would have, if he had any. The pathway was finished much quicker than I had anticipated, all of us stepping onto congregated damp rock as a circular cell door was compacted with iron bars, Magneto bending them aside with one flick of his hand; all dressed in his regal robes, but he wasn't wearing his helmet just yet.
"How are we feeling, Senator? Advanced I hope." Magneto quipped, stepping inside the cell. Something was wrong, even I could sense the slight confusion that radiated off Magneto. I peeked around him to see that Kelly was nowhere to be seen, except for a pair of expensive shoes that were tossed aside on the floor.
With an exhausted sigh, Magneto suddenly whipped his hand out, the other circular cell door ripping off the wall with a loud eruption. The sound jolted me, quite unexpected as I had been looking up at the ceiling, wondering whether he had gained the ability to stick to walls like Toad, he was definitely sly enough.
Magneto leaned over the edge of the now open circle, me unable to see whether Kelly was there or not, everything inaudible as wind raced around the room, gushing it's irritating noise everywhere.
"What the hell have you done to me?!" Kelly shouted above the wind, clearly horrified by the advancement. So it had worked, meaning the plan could go on ahead without one complication.
"Senator, this is pointless, where would you go?" Magneto mocked, and I assumed that Kelly was clinging to the rock surface under the circle like a trapped fly. "Who would take you in, now you're one of us?" He enlightened, me hearing the sound of Kelly sobbing pathetically because of this.
Without even having to give the order, Sabretooth stepped forward and bent down to pull Kelly up, Magneto having moved out of his way with a stern expression. A scream escaped Kelly's throat, perhaps because Sabretooth was gripping him tightly. I began to wonder what was taking so long, already prepped to leave outside the iron bars as I eagerly wanted to leave the island.
And then I heard it, a yell that echoed and became ever fainter. With a growl, Sabretooth stood hunched over like a hunchback, a piece of Kelly's suit in his hands. I rolled my eyes, trust the big bad kitty to loose his prey yet again. The mock was wiped off my face as Magneto stormed out of the cell, face one of absolute rage, one I hadn't properly seen him wear before, and it unnerved me into silence.
When he was out of the cell, he raised a hand, the iron bars clanking back to their original position, trapping Sabretooth inside. His head banged against the metal, the sight bringing a snicker out of me, his snarl of agitation giving a reason to mock him further. With one hand, I mimicked a cat's paw, with my fingers representing bared claws as I made a hissing sound.
Sabretooth glared at me, thinking up a thousand ways to make me suffer. I just laughed quietly as I walked away, not really looking forward to the terrible mood Magneto would be in from then on. But at least we knew the machine was working, so Kelly being lost wasn't a total complication on the plan and could easily be manoeuvred around.
"Insufferable animal." Magneto mumbled under his breath, to which I tried not to smirk at the comment, knowing better than to joke with him in such an angered state of mind. The panels moved back to their respected places as I marched behind Magneto, knowing I'd better keep up or I could just fall down into the bottomless abyss.
"What are we to do now?" I asked tentatively as we reached the safe side down the circular corridor towards the main room in which I had first met Magneto a year ago.
"If Mystique has done as instructed, then the mutant shall be at the train station, perfect for us to intercept." He decreed, the rage subsiding as his little fake smile creeped onto his face, knowing that Mystique wouldn't fail at her quest. I nodded my head stiffly, but my mind was somewhere else. Magneto noticed this, stopping abruptly which in turn stopped me as I was so used to following his example.
"What troubles you Aqua? I can see you are distracted, there is no point in denying it." He said, quirking an eyebrow in a manner that said I better tell the truth. It was stupid, childish even, but I had to know before the plan started roaring into action.
"You're the only one who has ever told me the truth about his experiments. And when ever I think about it, there's always something missing. I know I shouldn't be wasting my time thinking about it, but, everything about it is a blank. You don't forget something like that...you don't forget being a lab-rat." I spat the last word out, loathing it, even though it described what he had dome to me perfectly.
Magneto thought over my words, remembering a time when he too was considered such a thing that could be discarded so easily, though that had been a long time ago. With a light chuckle, he gently raised his hands to place them at the sides of my face, both of them levitating in the air just short of the skin.
"I've told you all I know about what happened to you, but I give my word, once this is over, I will help you finally understand what those Homo sapiens did to you." He promised, unknown to me that it was a hollow promise. I smiled my thanks, before he told me to prepare for the departure. Never feeling so happy as to leave the island, already tasting the crowded bustle that was the train station.
Finally time to meet the mutant with the power to absorb life forces, which was amazing and terrifying.
I have nothing to say about that, I won't reveal who 'Wilson' is to the people that don't know, but the ones that do...it's gonna be an eccentric ride when he comes along XD. That is if he does *rubs hands with maniacal laughter*, I don't know, maybe I'll fit him in at some point in the story.
i hope it doesn't seem that I'm rushing the first x-men film, I'm trying to keep it that only the characters see certain events during the film, but I'm unsure whether that actually makes sense with the film plot itself. I hope so. I really want to start writing x-men 2, mainly because I have plans for Pyro and Aqua, but also because I really want to write the ending sequence for it, I have so many ideas!
But I'm going through this slowly, can't wait for the next chapter...
bye for now, please review!
~Gothgirlstrikesagain