Connor's Room - After the Meeting
In a burst of blue smoke Connor appeared outside his room, his metalic claws still visible as he looked down at his knuckles.
He didn't mean to yell at them, they hadn't done anything wrong...
It's just sometimes he felt people would say things without realizing how others would feel, and hearing them talk with such hatred made him wonder if it was talk like that, that caused humans to fear mutants...talk like that that made...made it possible for people to do what had been done to both his father and now him and Madison..
No one on his new 'team' would be aware of what happend to him earlier...no one would know what he and his sister went threw.
Maybe that was the problem, that he wasn't telling people, not even his sister, he was shoving people away, even Tessa who just wanted to comfort him..
He should apologise to her, and apologise to Kurt as well, Kurt had said how he wasn't sure about running a team, and there Connor went and blew up while he was trying to get to know all of them.
His claws retracted yet again and he reached out to grab hold of his door handle, he didn't open the door, his eyes where watching the skin on his knuckles slowly begin to heal, the pain rapidly fading away.
Dryad who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere approached the young Wolverine quietly and stopped about two meters away.
His face told nothing about what he was feeling, in fact he himself was uncertain what to feel.
"We'd better go in. One of us will surely start shouting..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Re: Connor's Room - After the Meeting
Flashes of what had happend to him flowed threw his mind, closing his eyes just seemed to make it worse, however he was returned to the present by the voice of one of his team mates.
Connor didn't even look at Aran, the young Wolverine just twisted the handle of his door and allowed it to swing open, he moved into his room and once he reached the neatly made bed he turned around and faced Aran.
By the state of the room one would assume Connor to be a neat freak, obssessed with having everything placed in their proper place, everything with their own special place to be.
Connor's room seemed rather emptied, he seemed to have no TV or music system of any kind, like most of the other students prized. Only his Bed and work desk filled the emptiness of his room. His study desk was neatly organized with files and folders to keep everything in order, not to mention some prized family photo's he's placed for all to see, one of him and his father, another of him and his sister, plus one of his entire family, including both parents.
Connor:"You caught me on a bad day."
He said as he folded his arms awaiting the on coming lecture of how disapproved this guy was over they way Connor had acted.
Re: Connor's Room - After the Meeting
*Oh_my_God... this guy is a cleaning lady* was the first thing coming to Aran's mind as he saw Connor's room.
Having a second look he realized it wasn't just that.
It was spartan.
Remembering why he had come here, Dryad sat down on the floor (as chairs didn't seem to exist in this alternate universe) and began to talk, something which was rather different to the speech he had repeated over and over again in his mind since he had left Kurt's office.
"I don't think it's just that you've got a bad day. Out there in the grounds it was obvious that you meant what you said. It's *your* attitude.
That's what kinda freaked me out. You didn't only say something you've heard somewhere but really meant it. I couldn't understand how you could talk such rubbish and believe in it!"
His eyes wandered around...
"After having talked to Kurt - you need to go there, too, by the way - I thought about it over and over again and as I saw you standing there at the door, I understood. You never experienced what I did. Sure, there might have been things you consider terrible and I don't deny they might have been but..."
He looked at the photos on Connor's desk and a painful smile appeared again.
"In my speech, I wanted to ask whether you know what it's like to lose your family, your friends, to grow up in a normal world - a beautiful dream - and suddenly wake up in a nightmare where your loving father after having killed your mother approaches you with some large knife to 'fulfill his duty to the human race'"
His expression changed as if it was a lake over which the wind of time blew, evoking past events to new life.
"He killed my mother by accident as he didn't recognize her; to protect me. AFTER he finally saw who it had been, as he knew she was a mutant... presuming I was one, too, 16 years of family life were just... forgotten. Instead of seeing his son in me, I was just some mutant who had to be taken out"
Aran'kla searched for Connor's eyes and forced him to keep eye contact.
"This was the moment my power awakened. I killed him.
I didn't mean to but some instinct within me just reacted and all that was left of him was some coaled corpse.
I ran away, lived on the streets... heck, I even prostituted myself to survive!
Anyway, being a mutant alone on the streets ain't easy. But being a mutant without any control over his powers is worse. At this time, I couldn't control my greening ability and would turn green right in some shopping center or shoot rays of light when someone touched me without any warning.
Do you know what it feels like to stand in the middle of a crowd which throws things on you and shouts such nice slogans as 'Mutants die' or 'only a dead mutant is a good mutant'?
As I thought I couldn't take it any longer, I found my sanctuary. It was some underground group of mutants like me which I like to call my clan. I was 18 as I joined them and in those 3 years there, I learned to control my powers at least partially. They became my new family. I was even happy."
His tone made clear it was something he hadn't expected to be again.
"On my 21 birthday, two friends and I went to a cafe to celebrate it. It was really nice, they even got a cake"
He grinned as the memory passed by and again within a second's split, his voice grew grave.
"As we returned late at night to the sewers - our living place - the whole clan was dead. No, not only dead... massacred or mutilated fits much better"
A strange sarcasm sounded in his tone.
"Mutants my age, old women and men, little kids... babies. All dead except for our leader, a woman even older than the Professor. Before passing away, she told us who it had been... humans, Connor. Not only some gang of wannabees but an official task force sent by some high ranking senator.
We didn't do anything to deserve it... yes, I stole food from time to time but not much and never twice at the same place since we didn't want to ruin anyone. They killed my clan except for the three of us just because they were mutants!
You know, I wouldn't go out and kill some humans for what they are - even you seem to think that - but THEY do! And still they hold up their self-evident constitution. Hypocrits!"
Dryad laughed bitterly.
"Do you know what it's like to wake up at night, screaming? Having your loved ones' mutilated faces burned in your brain to see them every day and every night?
If I killed every single being you loved... would you just forgive me and talk about tolerance at all?"
He paused just a moment.
"Those who don't tolerate life, what right do they have to live on? There's no God defending us, so we have to help ourselves!
I won't kill any innocents; that's what's the difference between me... and THEM" Aran pronounced the word like something ugly which had to be spitted out"
Dryad sighed quietly and got up.
"Well, that's been the maudlin story of my life, stay tuned for the sequel.
I don't know whether you can understand my feelings... but I want you to at least tolerate them. No offense but... I don't think you have the faintest idea what it's like to go through something like that without going insane!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Life can be like a stone thrown in the sea. It creates waves, maybe changing something, maybe not, but no matter what it causes, every single wave will disappear into nowhere... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Re: Connor's Room - After the Meeting
In all honestly Connor felt as if the wind was knocked out of him. If this guy even hurt Madison Connor wouldn't hesitate to run his claws threw him.
But then again, he wouldn't hate the entire mutant race..just Aran, that's something he didn't understand about humans, why the act of one person reflected so poorly on the persons entire race.
His entire group where slaughtered by humans...it sounded so familure, the Morlocks, one of their groups where slaughterd, but by mutants...Connor couldn't even remember the reason behind the killings.
Connor must have seriously put heart into what he had said, but he had already forgotten most of it, talk about making a first impression, he'd never snapped like that before..
Connor:"I'm not going to lie and say I understand what you've been threw, nor will I say I understand how you feel..."
He began slowly, unsure how to break the awkward silence he was left to fill.
Connor:"It's not that I don't approve of killing, just make sure it's for the right reasons, otherwise I wont be co-starring in your sequel."
He finished with a faint smile in an attempt to lighten the mood. He moved towards the door, wondering what their new leader wanted to talk with him about.
Connor:"What I did earlier wasn't acceptible, but like I said, I really am just having a bad day...I'll tolerate you're feelings, not because you ask me to do so, but because it is the right thing for team mates to do, and ask you to try and tolerate me while I re-ajust."
oh gosh!
Aran sighed but decided to shrug instead of trying it again. This guy was just a hopeless case.
"I tolerate your point of view... but please try and screw the whole insulting bit the next time. And besides, although it didn't make you understand... I guess it's obvious I don't want my past to be known to anyone I didn't tell it myself. There're about two people in the whole Institute having an idea about it and I want it to stay like that"
Dryad walked past the young Wolverine having the strong feeling everything had just been a waste of time.
"You don't need to hurry... to Nightcrawler, I mean. There're about 3 people before it's your turn."
Heading to the Danger Room, he made a vague gesture ("Till then") and away he was...
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