Sorry for the rather late update, but I've had to be revising for a week of mock exams (cringe), so time to write has been short. However, I knew I needed to put most of you out of your misery as to whom the guard was...well now you'll find out now.
thank you to Lara Pendragon and Tiger Mutant for the reviews.
Lara Pendragon ~ yes Wade is definitely cuckoo XD, hopefully this chapter will clear everything up on her parents, but if there are anymore questions, I'll definitely answer them. And thank you for reading this!
Tiger Mutant ~ believe me, revising for exams is not fun to me either XD especially science as Im taking triple, so many revision cards...anyway, thank you for the amazing review as always :)
IMPORTANT: I have a question for you guys, seeing as I've been subjected to a lot of ships because of my friends (and my own obessions XD) what would Sam and John's ship name Be? I have no clue, so if you want to come up with one if love to hear it! Also the main ships I ship are Destiel, Cherik (I know I shouldn't but, it anything it's the brotherly part of it), Fassavoy (it's too freaking cute!), and strangely enough Ryro, some of the tributes of it are so good. And many others that I can't think of right now.
This song I think is meant to be more of a 'boy sees girl but girl doesn't see him' song, but I think this also works between Sammy and the person she's been 'saved' by.
disclaimer: I only own OCs.
With that done, on with the chapter...
No one seems to know,
about the girl on the fifteenth floor this close to letting go,
She thinks she's all alone,
Her heart has turned to stone,
She don't know that I'm right here,
And no one understands,
No one takes her hand,
She don't know that I'm right here,
Edwin ~ Right here
No sooner had the dawn broke through my dorm's window, I bustled out of bed at rapid speed and shoved a brown dressing gown on. As per usual, Connor protested at how loud I was, but simply rolled over and went back to sleep...again. I didn't. I rushed out of the dorm and kept on sprinting until I reached the elevator that would lead to the lower levels.
No-one else had been awake, but then again, none of the other students knew the true extent of the events at the UN summit. I did. And I shifted on my feet as I patiently waited for the elevator to descend. I thought the X-men would be back by now, or at least arrived in the extra early hours of the morning.
No sooner had the elevator doors slid open to reveal the metallic corridor, I slipped out and purposely stumbled straight into the medical bay. I was met with the sight of Professor X, hooked up to one of the medical machines, eyes awake but vast as probes were plastered over his bald head. And then next to him, a battered Wolverine with slash cuts over his face, undressed from his waist up as he too was hooked onto a machine. And finally, Dr Grey stood in-between the two, monitoring them constantly, barely registering my entrance inside the bay.
I slowly paced forward, looking between the two rather old mutants, more so Wolverine. He looked dead, no pun intended, as he would likely revive due to his healing factor. As I stopped in front of Professor X's covered feet, Dr Grey jolted slightly, smiling lightly as we shared a glance.
"You're up early." She commented, though the time for banter didn't seem to be now, especially due to the events last night. However, I went with it, too tired to argue with the stubbornness that was Dr Jean Grey.
"I was sleeping fine, until a jet flying out of the basketball court woke me up." I said rather cynically, feeling the irritation brought on by lack of sleep. Dr Grey made an hmm sound, checking over Logan as she half-listened to me.
"Jets are not always dead silent, but I suppose Scott could've loosened the thrust just a bit." She joked, but then tension arose as everything became silent except for the random bleeps of the machines around the room.
I found myself leaning my hands on Professor X's table, needing the comfort of something cold under my sweaty palms. The whole time I lay awake I thought about Johnny, Stryker, Wade Wilson, Dad and Sammy.
Alkali lake connected all of them, and now it connected with Logan too.
I would have to help Professor X point Logan in the right direction, if he wanted his memories back. Honestly, he more likely wouldn't want them back if he knew, but then, that would make me hypocritical after I had been searching information on Wade Wilson for a while now.
But it was for Sammy, that's what I reminded myself, it was for Sammy.
"How's Rogue? The others?" I asked evenly, but part of me registered that they must have been good since Dr Grey was wearing her smile.
"Rogue is well...a little bit of Logan at the moment, but at least she's alive. The others are fine, a few bruises and fractured bones, nothing serious." She explained, but then as she reached the end, her voice turned so solemn I felt coldness run through me.
"Scott had to...I know you don't want to hear this-" Dr Grey stuttered, looking straight at me as she stumbled over her own words. I tightened my jaw, attempting to not let sadness spill over me as tears seemed to collect behind my eyes. I knew what was coming, but hearing it, it would actually kill me.
"Tell me...tell me what she did." I croaked.
"She attacked Professor Monroe, only minor and she let her go moments later. But Scott believed she wouldn't cooperate and help us, and, there was no other way to fence her off in such little time. Scott only intended on disarming her, he never planned for her to impact so intensely into the wall...she gained a fractured skull, nothing a hospital can't fix, but..." She trailed off, and honestly, I didn't want her to continue.
Just picturing, my adopted sister being left unconscious while the X-men stopped Magneto. She had been alone, completely alone as she lay dying, but then, she must still have been alive if my visions were true, and they had been so far. And yet I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart, if she was alive, Sammy was in the human world alone without orders or anyone to turn to for help.
It sickened me to the pit of my stomach.
Dr Grey was going to say something else, but paused as she swore she saw Professor X's eye twitch. I also found my eyes rested on Professor X, watching intently as he blinked his eyes slowly. He awoken in a brief state of confusion, turning his head slightly to look at Dr Grey who greeted him with a tight smile.
"Welcome back." She whispered. "I knew you'd find your way." She added, still in that whispering tone as she was honestly relieved to see the Professor awake, so was I, a rare glint in my eyes sparkling for a few moments.
"I had you to guide me." Professor X replied in that comforting tone of his, earning Dr Grey to wear a smile that revealed her whitened teeth.
"How did we do?" He asked, Dr Grey's smile fading as she looked over to Logan, face solemn. Professor X twisted his head to look at him too, clearly curious as to how Logan had been placed in such an abused state.
"They saved Rogue, stopped the brotherhood, stopped their plan...they brought back hope." I answered for Dr Grey, blinking to stop the tears forming into my eyes. I slowly walked around the table to stand at Professor X's hidden waist, smiling briefly to greet him. He turned to me, eyes awaiting an answer to something that was discussed a while ago.
I closed my eyes, inhaled and exhaled in a tranquil way, and then spoke the sentence he wanted to hear.
"Send Logan to Alkali Lake in Canada, near where Professor Summers and Professor Monroe found him. He will find his memories there, but, once he realises what happened he will want to forget again." I warned, opening my eyes to gaze upon Professor X who thought over my words carefully. And then he smiled graciously.
"Thank you, and in return, I will try and find your sister again." He promised, clearly able to register that the X-men hadn't managed to bring her back. I bit the inside of my cheeks, knowing how much I wanted this, but knew I could never have it.
"Don't. She's got her path, if she does comeback I'll tell her how much I love her. And if she doesn't, well, it's her choice. Her future." I choked, reaching the maturity that could even with Professor X's. He nodded his head, but I could tell he was slightly begrudged to do so, never liking to leave a mutant without hope and a home.
But Sammy already had a future set out, so far, everything I had seen had been relatively the same, and if it continued this way I knew that one day she would come back. And when she did, I wasn't going to be angry for what she had done, no, because at least she had seen the errors that she had made. That was enough for me.
"You're a brave boy Mr King, a very brave, mature boy." Professor X said, likely for the first time seeing me as a growing adult than the homeless child that had walked into his school a year ago. I smiled meekly, then it faded within half a second as my sudden running caught up with me.
"Ask me. Whatever questions you have about the future, ask me, but I might not always be able to give an answer." I caved, I mean, the man had nearly died, and I knew whatever I told him he would never use against me or anyone else. Again, Professor X nodded his head and smiled gratefully, but I found I couldn't copy it.
"I'll trust your judgement, when it comes to the future, I won't do anything without your consent. Now, classes will start same as always, off you go." He ushered, meaning that I'd better get ready or I'd be in trouble for being late. I smirked with a little snicker, no matter what happened be it good or bad, it would never stop Charles Xavier from being a teacher.
I nodded my head and left without further orders, but felt I was quite happy to be out of the medical bay, needing the normality of the school rather than the lower metallic levels. As the elevator climbed its way up, my mind buzzed with the pieces I had on Alkali Lake, or more, the future of it.
Logan would go looking but wouldn't find anything, well, not on the surface. There would be the attack on the President, and then...most of the rest was rather fuzzy, it was peculiar, like in the Star Wars films how the future is clouded. But I knew, I knew that the brotherhood and the X-men would have to join forces at some point, Sammy would be there...Pyro would be there.
Sometimes I wondered whether them meeting had to happen, like a chain of events that would create all of this. But then, in other times, maybe them meeting would have changed nothing, well, wouldn't have changed Pyro's future. Either way, the reunion would be rather frosty, and not just for Bobby and Rogue to be there too.
Both would find their way someday, both would have to redeem themselves in one way or another.
"Just because someone stumbles and loses their way, it doesn't mean they're lost forever."
That's what Professor X always says, and honestly.
I'm praying its true.
The rhythmic beeping of machinery. The lingering smell of disinfectant. The ache of my limbs propped up onto a comfy hospital bed mattress...these senses were what I was expecting.
But they weren't the reality.
No.
The actual first taste of consciousness I got was cigarette smoke wafting into my nose, making my stomach shrivel as I thought I would vomit.
A throbbing headache would be an underestimate to the pain that pulsated in my skull. In fact, most of my upper body felt bruised and tender, static memories of Liberty Island reminding me begrudgingly that Cyclops had zapped me. I groaned rather lazily, feeling exhausted with the added mixture of agonising pain and shame.
The X-men had stopped me, Mystique and Toad, and possibly foiled the whole plan. Then again, there was a slight glimmer that Sabretooth had defended them off long enough for Magneto and Rogue to accomplish what the brotherhood had been preparing for for so long.
I chuckled hollowly, earning a hammer to be smashed against the damaged part of my skull. Honestly I couldn't careless whether it worked or not, after the train station incident I had time to think, think about where I was going with the brotherhood, whether I had made a mistake. True, it was a long time too late, and I had no inkling on where I was, but I was away from the brotherhood, and right now that was good enough for me.
In the end my curiosity outranked the pain, and I squinted my hazy eyes open to be met with near complete darkness and a damp stained ceiling. I must have been lying on a couch or bed, because I was definitely higher than the floor, the steady turning of a fan above me made me register that this was likely not a hospital. Wooden blinds were fixed onto a window beside me, the rare rectangle lights that escaped through falling on me in strips, making me look like an angelic Freddy Gruger, which humoured me slightly.
Where am I?
I finally questioned, scrunching my eyebrows as I attempted to sit up, only to have a hand suddenly appear and gently push me back down.
My eyes snapped to the owner, bewildered as a woman with long flowing blonde hair and a face plastered with make-up leaned over me, the hand painted with red nail varnish. But that wasn't the most unsettling thing, hell no, it was the fact she was wearing one of those skimpy nurse outfits you get in fancy dress shops.
What the fuck? I better not be in a really messed up dream by someone who hates me.
I pleaded as everything became all the more surreal. Maybe I was somehow sucked into a guy's sexual fantasy, I dearly hoped not, that would be my worst nightmare.
Luckily the woman didn't do anything, merely removed the hand from my chest and used it to lift my head gently. I hissed as she cupped her hand over the impact spot, placing her other hand on my back to help me up steadily. I complied to her help, not entirely sure if I could produce coherent words, but then again I didn't say a thing because hisses of pain were enough for the woman to realise she needed to be careful.
In the end she helped me into a sitting position, and I soon found out I was on a tattered brown couch.
Now I had a better view of the place, an apartment to be exact. The couch must have been placed on the back wall, as I distinguished the front door opposite me, a dingy little kitchen on the left with another door likely leading to a bathroom, a double bed propped up against the right wall, the black covers ruffled. It was obviously a cheap apartment in the poorer end of New York, if it was New York at all.
I watched as the women walked towards the kitchen, white high heels clacking on the wooden floorboards, white stitched stockings underneath her long legs. I still wasn't a hundred per cent sure this was real, that maybe I had found my way into someone else's head, because it definitely wasn't my head.
Ironically, the back of my head felt exceptionally heavy, so I gingerly ghosted a hand behind it, a stupid action as a shock of pain made my other hand clench into a fist. But I did feel the flaky feeling of either dried mud or blood, likely blood, considering the colossus impact I had made with the wall.
Most of it was still fuzzy, but a few tiny details popped into my damaged head. Rogue being hooked up to the machine, waiting for the X-men to arrive, the confrontation with Storm, and finally Cyclops pounding me into the wall that incidentally made the fracture in my skull.
Fair to say I was really pissed off at him, I didn't care about causes, I had the freaking scar to prove it hurt like hell.
The woman returned with a dampened rag, and it was grey with substances I honestly didn't want to think about. She handed it to me, and for a few moments I simply stared at it, wondering if it was a good call to take the rag from a woman who looked like a hooker.
In the end I decided to take it as the pain in my head returned. I didn't smile or say thank you, I merely gripped it in my hand and realised the rag was filled with ice, which explained the dampness that dripped onto my fingers.
I skimmed the rag over the back of my head, biting my lip so I didn't yell out as I firmly placed it onto the lump. I had a lot of swear words pass through my head by the retched pain caused by the rag, but again it brought some relief and I was happy to have some form of water close by. I sighed, closing my eyes as I slipped into the glorious sensation of the cold ice against my head, radiating the bitter chill that dowsed the heat from the mark.
"That feel better?"
The woman's voice made me open my eyes, finding her sitting in a chair matching the tattered couch, leg hung over the other. If a guy was in my position, I'm sure he would have been drooling, but for me it was awkward and uncomfortable. I swallowed the forming lump in my throat and answered in a croaky tone.
"Yeah, thanks." I whispered, my voice unable to get any higher.
The women smiled, almost seductively which caused me to shift, the tension in the air becoming gradually more stifling. What I would have given to be at the X-mansion or a prison cell rather than that apartment, but I couldn't do anything, and after all I owed her as she must have been the one to treat me.
"Quite a mess that head of yours." She commented, attempting to break the silence. I chuckled to myself, the woman not knowing about the irony behind the statement.
"Which one? The skull or the mind?" I huffed sarcastically, beginning to feel like everything was real, which gave me many dilemmas.
The women also snickered at my comeback, finding my humour reminded her of someone she hated and was happy to see rot in hell, then again, she would be going to hell as well if there were such a place.
"Perhaps both, you were murmuring weird things while you were asleep. Something about needles and doctors, does that mean anything to you?" She asked, rather curious at the words that had been falling off my unconscious tongue. I thought for a moment, thinking perhaps it was about the hospital after the lake, but I didn't remember being jabbed with needles, unless I was again unconscious for that part and my unconscious mind was replaying it.
I just bushed my eyebrows and shook my head, pretending to have no idea of what it meant. The women gazed at me for ages in silence, taking in every inch of me, crystal blue eyes seeming to be rather suspicious of me. Then again, she had every right to be suspicious, though how I ended up in her apartment was still a mystery.
After analysing me, she shrugged her shoulders and reached to a wooden coffee table, the surface smeared with dry coffee stains and scratches. She had grabbed a pack of cigarettes, quickly yanking one out and placing it into her mouth so quickly that I assumed she was an expert in the skill, a lighter appearing out of nowhere as she lit the end. I don't know why I watched her do this, but I didn't exactly have much else to do.
She puffed on the cigarette, blowing out smoke that choked by senses, making me a little dizzy as it seeped into the damaged skull.
Considering ice melts, the water didn't drip down my back or my hand, it secretively oozed into the flesh of my head and repaired the damaged skin, slowly reviving me better than what a hospital would.
"Thanks for, helping me. But, how did I get here?" I finally asked after the question began to irritate me. The women again studied me suspiciously, inhaling the cigarette which made the end of it shine like a burning ember. When she exhaled to speak, the smoke seemed to hypnotise me, trapping me completely.
"I brought you here." She enlightened, as if this was something I should've known anyway. She sighed as my face resembled someone who had no clue what she was going on about. Stuffing the cigarette into the ashtray, barely half way along the toxic stick, she slapped her hands onto her lap and smiled seductively again.
"This ain't my natural skin kiddo, it's just for clients, to get their sexual hormones skyrocketin'. If it makes you feel a little more comfortable, I'll change, that's what you want right?" She wavered this away like it was nothing, though to be honest I was slightly curious of what clients meant, then again, I could probably guess what it meant. I licked my lips and then nodded my head stiffly, the agony not as shocking from the slow repair from the water.
She nodded her head in reply, and as soon as she stopped her eyes changed into a pure red. I jolted a little in shock, not because of the change, I saw Mystique change all the time. No, it was how she changed which surprised me.
Mystique's shape shifting was like the word, it shifted from blue to whatever person she was trying to portray, falling either up or down her body. The woman's change was different, it shimmered, like a mirage which incidentally reminded me of my old classmate Dannielle Moonstar, her nickname ironically being Mirage.
Slowly the blonde nurse disappeared, replaced with a shimmering light blue mutant. It wasn't like Mystique, who's dark blue form with red gelled back hair seemed extremely intimidating. No this mutant held the same seductive allure to her, even as the nurse outfit changed into a plain white tank top and matching white pants, revealing long light blue legs.
When the change was complete, I noticed that her long wavy hair was also white, like Storm's, only the woman's seemed a lighter mass. Her lips seemed to hold a slightly darker blue, shining without any cracks in the skin.
She was right, I was slightly less uncomfortable, but was still rather wary of the mutant. My mouth was ajar, staring at the shapeshifting mutant in awe, that smile of hers still there, but it seemed more humour than seductive.
"You're a mutant..." I croaked, still in slight awe as I shut my mouth.
"No shit." She replied, rolling her eyes at my rather stupid answer. It removed a little of the tension, and I found myself leaning into the couch more, not on edge as much as she grabbed another cigarette.
"Before you ask, my mutation isn't just shapeshifting. I can mimic people too, if I'm close to a person I can do it by accident. Oh, and if I touch somebody and shape-shift into them, I can use their memories and feelings too, just so you know if you feel the sudden urge to shake my hand or somethin'." She explained, apparently boring herself by explaining, but I just found it all really interesting, especially as I hadn't seen many other mutants except the brotherhood and the X-men. Still, mimicry could cause problems, if by some accident we did in fact touch, she may see things inside me that I didn't know about or want to admit knowing about.
"So that explains how you got past the authorities, but then, why were you there in the first place?"
I continued to ask questions, didn't I have a right to?
I didn't know a thing about this mutant...except that she was a mutant. Again she smoked the cigarette expertly, as if she had been smoking since she was a toddler.
"I was curious. Simply answer. Wanted to know what all the noise was about, let's just say I make of habit of being attracted to chaos. But as soon as I saw you, I knew you were a mutant, I knew the cops would either bang you up or give you a hard time. I don't know, for once I wondered what it would be like to be a saint or some bullshit like that." She said, shrugging her shoulders with a light snort.
I was beginning to like her, she wasn't asking how I happened to be there, or how I was left unconscious with a huge gash on my head. Or maybe that was to come, but to be honest she didn't look like she actually cared.
"The name's Vanessa by the way, Vanessa Carlysle." She added after another puff of her cigarette, motioning a waver of it at me, as if a hint for me to tell her my name. I froze, wondering whether to be ambiguous or to just say the name I had been born with. After a long pause, I internally braced myself and forced the poisonous name off my tongue.
"Sam...Sam King."
The surname brought bile into my throat, but I kept my distaste under control. Well, that was until Vanessa raised a (slightly pronounce) blue eyebrow.
"No worries kiddo, I got a grudge against my parents too, fuckers dumped me as soon as they left the hospital. So, do you go by anything else? Seeing as you seem to hate Sam King." She replied knowingly, giving me relief that she sort of knew my loathing towards the name and that I was allowed something else to go by.
There would only ever be one other name, and it rolled off my tongue so easily I might as well have been born with it.
"Aqua, I prefer Aqua." I scoffed, finding the name held very little meaning now.
Vanessa flicked her head in a way that meant she didn't mind it and that it would likely catch on. I realised that the rag held no ice, and that the injury was nearly completely healed. I removed the rag and fiddled with it on my lap, the material stained dark red from the flaked blood.
"No need to ask why then." Vanessa said in a mumble, motioning her cigarette at the rag. A small smirk quivered onto my face, it wasn't humour or happiness, just a little quirk to test the muscles that I hadn't used in a while. I still felt rather bruised, but that counted for nothing with the other feeling flooding through me.
I was lost.
I had no orders to follow, I had no set destination, I had no instructions. I was a soldier without orders, thus, I would likely go stir crazy if I didn't do anything soon.
"Thanks for helping me and getting me out before the authorities found me. But. I gotta get going." I sighed, standing up which caused an angry spark of pain through my head and shoulders. However, the pain ran down to my waist, and I cringed as my bones popped into place. I dumped the rag on the table and proceeded to move around it towards the door.
"What does the name Stryker mean to you?" Vanessa asked, only, it was in my voice. It honestly made me choke, hearing your own voice, it was haunting and peculiar. But it did what Vanessa wanted, because I stopped abruptly and licked my lips uncertainly.
"I've never heard of it." I grumbled, but it was true, I had never heard of the name. And yet, there seemed to be a prominent fear in the name, be it mine or Vanessa's.
"Hmm, really? Because you mentioned the name more than once when you were unconscious. I'll give you some advice, who ever is associated with that name, mutant or human, nothing good ever comes out of it." She warned, and I kept the words stuck in my head for further reference.
"Thanks for the advice." I said with little enthusiasm.
I didn't see, but Vanessa couldn't tear her eyes away from the back of my head, right where the spot of impact had been. She hadn't told me I had been out for a good week, murmuring my incoherent fear, Stryker and Dad being the most mumbled.
Vanessa's red eyes squinted at me as she took another inhale of her cigarette, as if there was something else buried underneath the surface between us. She snorted internally, to her I was just a kid in way over her head, then again, I reminded her of herself when she was dragged into the ugly of the already insane world.
"Look if you're ever in a pickle and need a place to crash, feel free to come 'ere. Just, fair warning I get clients often." She offered, not overly interested in the idea of me being able to stay, but she believed I deserved somewhere to go if everything else failed.
I stood still for a moment, thinking slowly as my brain healed. But I couldn't help piecing together that she had clients often, and the nurse outfit...and when I realised I actually wore disgusted shock.
"You had a client here while I was unconscious?!" I shrilled, twisting my body round to face Vanessa, seeing that she wore a very subtle amused look behind her lit cigarette.
"I got bills to pay kiddo, and I'm pretty sure you didn't here nothin', you ain't scarred from that. Guessin' you're still a virgin, hah, forgotten what that was like." Vanessa reminisced, secretly slightly jealous of my youth, not having been touched yet.
It was true, she couldn't honestly remember, perhaps younger than myself as she thought over everything. But there was one dickhead she never could forget, and it wasn't just about the sex and money either.
"When you do give that up though, and I recommend not for a while...just make sure it's the right guy. Make the most of you're youth kid, it doesn't last forever." She said, giving even more advice I didn't even want or indeed need. Nonetheless, I thought over her words and smiled a little.
Sex was never talked about, not with me anyway, I knew what it was of course and what it entailed, but honestly it was never a desire of mine. It was an unimportant way of reproduction, yes you had to enjoy it with the right partner, but that was the honest truth behind the supposed exciting and thrilling sensation.
Nonetheless I didn't let my internal rant last long, instead I removed the smile and looked straight into Vanessa's crimson eyes.
"Thank you, for everything." I said graciously, never turning around to look at the blue mutant again as I exited the apartment. As soon as I was out, I breathed a heavy sigh, the apartment becoming gradually more claustrophobic, especially with the last few exchanges. But then, I had absolutely nowhere to go. True, there was still the X-mansion, but I had wasted my chances at redeeming myself, having fought against Storm.
"Where to now Aqua?" I mumbled sarcastically to myself, only to have one name pop into my mind:
Stryker
Even after what Vanessa had said, I was curious, and I had no other preference to go by. Maybe if I found this Stryker, I would get myself into deep trouble, even if I did it was better than having no purpose at all. I decided it was worth a shot, walking out of the apartment building rather fast, needing to find a clothes shop to change, because I knew if I stayed in the clothes I was in, anyone could distinguish me in seconds.
I finally had a destination.
"You boys suck!" Rogue joked in a high-pitched southern accent.
I stood by Bobby as Rogue and future Pyro played an enjoyable match of table football, all of them smiling happily which was extremely uncommon. Even Pyro, but then again he had stated multiple times that he was going to forget Sammy, I had no doubts that he finally had while fist-pumping in victory.
I faked smiles as I watched the little rows of painted men whack against an orange ball, but I honestly felt rare waves of joy run through me, even with the absence of my adopted sister, relief echoed in my head as the future matched my visions almost identically, minor one change, which had been the interference of a random guard saving Sammy.
It wasn't something worrisome, but then, it begged the question on where she was. I had already set myself the task of not attempting to future-see, but, Sammy was family, I needed confirmation she was in the right hands. If not, I promised I would drag her home myself, no matter how much she tried to protest.
Incidentally, I had reached a stump on Wade Wilson, there was virtually nothing except for a man named Bob, who apparently didn't know much about security, immense personnel information slap bang in the middle of the internet, open to people who were looking.
He had been with an organisation called H.Y.D.R.A, which meant practically nothing to me, but whatever it was, it was definitely hushed and secretive. The only data I couldn't find was his address, problematic, but then again the X-men would never let me leave.
My eyes fell upon the said X-men. All of them except Logan sitting on the couches that surrounded the rather large television. I squinted my eyes at the pixelated screen, the news report showing a very much alive Senator Kelly. That must have been false, Professor Monroe saw him die herself. But apparently this hadn't stopped him as I listened to his words, microphones all pointing at him.
"I was wrong in this particular issue and I hope, in time, I may be forgiven. Thank you."
As he walked through the news reporters however, he looked up to the camera, and my jaw tightened as his eyes changed to a murky yellow. Mystique's eyes. Though how long she planned on posing as Senator Kelly was uncertain, she surely knew what she was doing, which was rather suspicious in itself.
"Son of a bitch." Professor Summers commented, which made me look away before any of them noticed I was staring at the screen. I didn't know why it mattered, after all, I knew most of this was going to happen, and the X-men knew this about me, but, seeing as I was a young student I felt like I was eavesdropping.
"Come on Iceman, you're making this too easy." Pyro grunted, watching the orange ball so intently it was as if he was trying to set it a lit, which would have been something expected, but he couldn't make a flame exist, he could only control an already made flame. It was amusing to watch the three play a game so seriously, even after what Rogue had gone through, but it was proved she was made of sturdy stuff.
Suddenly Rogue looked up, snapping her eyes out of the room. I followed where she was looking and caught a glimpse of Logan as he slipped out of the door. Rogue instantly chased after him, not before elbowing Bobby to silently say she had to go. He jolted for a second before smiling, taking Rogue's place as he twisted one of the handles sharply, causing it to turn frosted blue.
"Hey kid-Isaac, you playing or are you gonna just stand there?" Pyro asked me, which surprised me, looking up at him in confusion. He simply wore a smirk, still concentrating on the orange ball that whizzed from one end of the table to the other.
The fact he used my name in turn made me rather speechless, he never used it, ever. Maybe it was a one off thing, either way, for the briefest moment I saw John Allerdyce instead of Pyro. I smiled a toothy grin and gingerly grappled a pole, turning it sharply as I became immersed in the game, helping Bobby win because he sure needed it.
"Jeez, where have you been hiding your skills?" John muttered sarcastically as he panicked, my quickness at turning the handles unexpected. But he didn't know the irony behind the rhetorical question.
There was one other skill I had been hiding for a long time, or attempting too. I was surprised that Dr Grey or Professor X hadn't managed to figure it out, but they hadn't, and I was trying hard to keep it that way. What John didn't realise, was that the day he had suddenly decided to go to my dorm, wasn't a choice, it was a suggestion.
The power of psychic suggestion, something so simple yet effective. I never used it, or tried not to, but sometimes if I'm visioning, I can't control it and it'll latch onto people. Why it latched onto John I didn't have an answer to, but it did, and perhaps seeing in his head for a millisecond made me sympathise for the pyromaniac.
But he was still going to become Pyro, a terrorist, and I had to remember that so I didn't start forming a mutual friendship with him. I couldn't bring myself to do it, for the simple reason:
I was already broken by Sammy running away, I didn't need anyone else I cared about becoming killers or protesters. I didn't want to loose anyone else I cared about.
The plastic cell was superbly designed to enclose the magnetism mutant. The bright yet clear surroundings creating an almost depressive claustrophobic atmosphere, and yet it didn't stop Erik Lensherr and Charles Xavier from sharing a game of chess. True, the board was very different from the one in nineteen sixty-two, but it held the same evenly matched feel, the same as the evenly matched mutants.
The game went quickly, like always, pieces being moved and acquired within seconds of each other, both truly experts in the supposed challenging game. However, it wouldn't be a game between the two if their wasn't talking, or more, reflection of what both mutants wanted for the future.
"Doesn't it ever wake you in the night...the feeling that someday they will pass that foolish law, or one just like it...and come for you? And your children?" Erik asked his rival, or indeed, an old friend, both in locked horns.
"It does indeed." Charles said honestly, after a moment of pause as the two shared a gaze, an ancient one that held years of pain, suffering, friendship and...hope. Though this hope was mainly from Charles as Erik turned his face down to stare at the possible moves. Finding one within seconds, and taking one of Charles' pawns with a knight.
"What do you do when you wake up to that?" Erik asked again, angrily slamming Charles' pawn on the side, along with the other members of his fallen army.
"I feel a swell of pity for the poor soul who comes to that school looking for trouble." Charles replied, as if trying to match Erik's raised tone, even though he tried to keep it civil. In truth, anyone who dared try to take his students would find they had made a great error, at a greater price.
The circular door behind Erik opened with a hiss as the pressure dispersed, a guard walking through to wheel him out of the rather spacious cell, even though it was mentally rather cramped. As the guard gripped the plastic handles of the wheelchair, Erik asked his final question, even knowing what the answer would likely be.
"Why do you come here Charles?"
"Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers?" Charles countered, and even Erik could detect the mild smugness as he used his own words against him. But he was waiting for it, and smiled at the notion Charles always played upon.
"Oh yes. Your continuing search for hope."
Though the sentence started as mocking, it ended with a sour look on Erik's wrinkled face, motioning a flick of his head for the guard to escort Charles out. The guard did as told, slowly turning Charles to the side to make a swerve around the table, the old mutant rather solemn and disappointed.
"You know this plastic prison of theirs won't hold me for ever." Erik commented, making his final words stop the guard so that Charles could sit right next to his old friend, the closest they had officially been in a very long time.
"The war is still coming, Charles, and I intend to fight it. By any means necessary." Erik promised, but only forced Charles to lean closure with a determined gaze on his face.
"And I will always be there. Old friend." Charles replied, so sharply it caused Erik to say no more, as Charles was wheeled out of the cell and along the plastic walkway, but not until Erik knocked over his king's piece, signalling formally that the actual war had begun.
Hopefully this completely ends X-men, however, I might take a while to upload the next chapter for X2. I have plans for later on in the film, but until then I need to think over how to start it.
Vanessa is Copycat for people who don't know, Im sorry if she's major OOC but haven't actually got any comics with her in, I'm just going about it how I thought she would be from the wiki page for her character.
that's it now! I can't upload at set times so just expect them at random times now XD.
Until then though, please review!
~Gothgirlstrikesagain