Medical Bay - Some wounds won't ever heal
The silence that had swept over the now empty Mad Lab was soon broken by the panicked waking of the vampire, his eyes snapping open with a groan from the sudden rush of pain he felt through his body. He didn't try to sit up, or move at all really, it wasn't wise.. it just hurt too much, his stake was gone, Beast had taken it from the vampire's grasp and placed it safely on the side table. Spike blinked, squinting his eyes slightly as he stared up at the ceiling, everything was so badly blurred, but at least he could see shadowy figures, unlike the endless darkness he was stuck in earlier.
His hands had been bandaged, as well as his chest, the neatly wrapped white cloth hiding away his tortured wounds, it was just then that he realized he was holding on to something. It was Rogue's hand, had he always been holding it? Or had she just put it there then? It didn't really matter.. it was there now and that's all that counts..
"I felt it Ro'.." After a rather awkward silence, Spike's broken voice whispered from his pain riddled body, his eyes still blindly staring up at the ceiling. His hand was touching his counter part's face, the other Spike was gripping so tightly to Spike's arms as he melted away..
"..it was warm... like a fire was burnin' inside.." Everything he was feeling at the time, the fear of being left alone, the fear of watching his other die, the fear of being empty inside, it all just felt so much worse.. so much stronger.. It was only for the slightest of moments, but he felt it, and it was the worse feeling he's ever felt, it was like soul of this worlds Spike had punished him before it faded away..
"I feel so empty Ro'..." He pulled her hand over his face as he shut his eyes, turning his head towards her as he rested her hand over his cheek. He always felt empty, but now he's felt what it's like to feel the presence of a soul, even if it wasn't inside of him, he felt it and now it was gone and he was feeling more empty then ever.
With a thankful smile, the southern belle had watched Beast exiting the Medical Bay thus leaving the two some time to talk privately. Of course, there was still Kane lying in one of the beds on the other end of the room but contrary to the feline doctor's earlier prognosis, it didn't seem likely that the white-haired mutant would wake up in the next few hours.
In a sense, they were alone and as Spike's words verified, in another as well.
As he spoke, Rogue could feel a cold blade slowly cutting her heart. She could deal with dangerous situations, her own dilemma and even death... but this silent agony the absoprtion mutant didn't only see in his eyes but also felt almost as if it was her own, she couldn't handle.
*I can't help, I can't help, I can't help*
The thought bounced around in Rogue's mind as if mocking her. Worse than having a problem whose solution is almost impossible to accomplish is one where there is no solution.
His despair almost devoured herself as another unwanted thought occured to her.
*He was the only one who could tell Will how to...*
No, she couldn't finish the thought for once something was put in words, it became more real than if its menacing shadow unspokenly hovered over them.
"We'll find a way to fill it"
The streaked mutant finally said with a certainty in her voice she didn't feel.
For now, tenderness was all she could give him and Rogue had the bad feeling this would remain everything she was able to do for Spike.
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: of what good am I?
The vampire offered her the faintest of smiles.. which would have been rather hollow had he not really been grateful for her trying to assure him of this.. He held her hand almost desperately, not letting it go even as he shifted about, he struggled to roll onto his side. Once he did that, he pulled himself up into a sitting position, his eyes blindly searching the floor as if in hopes that this new position would suddenly return his former sight.
He looked down at his lap, patting Rogue's hand gently, he thought for a moment, now Angelus and Dru where gone, the vampire threate was over.. Unless he turned back into Spike, but.. he doubted that'll happen and Rogue did promise to slay him if he ever turned back into that monster.. But really he came here to help stop Angelus, that's the only reason he's been even remotely useful here.. what was going to happen to him now?
"It's alright Ro'...really, it's jus'.. I'm not used to it.. not feelin'em.. the thought that.. that it's only me now.." He raised her hand, fondly pressing the back of her fingers against his lips. He knew.. at least for now.. he had her, he even had the Slayers.. and.. Angel.. even if Angel did have the face of Angelus, giving Spike the chills being around him, but also he was angry after hearing this worlds Angelus had murdered Jennifer's counter part..
".. But Angel's still here, an' Jen, an'at new Slayer, Angel knew'im Ro'... surely he told Angel where he got it... right?" The vampire paused in thoughts, what if he didn't tell Angel? What if it was a curse? What if it was a spell and it wasn't a real soul, what if he became just like this worlds Spike, he didn't like Spike's attitude.. He didn't like him, he didn't like how he wasn't all.. champion-like.. Angel was a champion, why wasn't Spike at least a helping hand kinda creature? And the way he talked with Jennifer, he had no Right to talk with her like that, but that was all.. off topic, he wasn't going to start going over reason's he hated the creature after having him die in front of Will.. That was just.. what right did he had to die for him anyway? Stupid idiot.. he should have just left Will on the ground and turned a cold shoulder like he had been giving Will ever since they met.. although Will hadn't been helping the unfriendly encounters..
Again the vampire let his mind wonder back to what Angelus had told him just before his death, Spike stared down at Rogue's fingers, his own tracing over them as he watched, trying to see what he was doing but unable to. It hurt sitting up, he gave up the effort and decided to try and lay back down, holding her hand between both of his as he rested down on the bed again.
"When they where hurtin' me.. I had some dreams.. one o'em was with you, an' I was holdin' you again.. only you went all quiet.. You stopped breathin' an' your heart went still, you died, an' then you started hittin' me an' I don't understand why.." He went quiet for a moment, unsure why he even said that.. he just.. said it without really thinking about it.
"I didn't want to die Ro'.. I jus' kept thinkin'.. maybe when it's all over.. maybe you'll let me hold you again.. I know I can't feel luv like a human.. an' I'm so cold.. an' it's probably awkward for you t'hold me coz o'at. But it's what kept me together Ro'.. it's what stopped me from hidin' away inside o'myself.. An' with Angelus, I almost gave up.. but then I thought o'you again, an' I tried to fight'im off.. You're the only reason I'm here Ro', mentally.. physically.. right now you're my only reason.. but it's the only reason I need." He stroked the back of her hand with his fingers as he blindly stared down at them. A faint smile creeping across his lips as he lifted her hand to his cheek and closed his eyes while resting it against his skin.
Re: of what good am I?"That's the nicest thing that's been said to be in a long time"
Rogue said quietly after some moments of silence. She didn't want to break it. She was comfortable and content with simply sitting there next to him doing nothing - not having to think about anything - however, the southern belle knew not responding in any way could easily be gotten wrong. This fragile thing Will and she had was built on an anything but trustworthy basis, like an old and rotten suspension bridge which they were crossing, constantly endangered to fall off or break through.
A soft moan reminded her of another person's presence and although Tempest was still unconscious, her thoughts were one and for all pulled out of this peaceful dream she had allowed her mind to linger in.
(OOC: bleh... too short... SORRY!!!)
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: of what good am I?
It felt like forever, and yet still not long enough, the minutes just dragged by, but he enjoyed every moment, he did drift off into thoughts of Dru and Angelus.. But for once he thought that.. now they where gone he'd never hurt like this again.. but was that him being selfish? He didn't want to appear selfish.. enjoying his freedom from this pain at the death of his old family.. Well right now he didn't want to think about it.. they where gone and they'd never hurt Rogue or anyone else.. and he'd never touch the slayer's, never hurt them like he had hurt this worlds one..
Opening his eyes, his hazel gaze blindly staring at the blur that formed Rogue's features, it was strange for him.. he never really had friends in his life.. and when he died friends weren't needed.. there was his food and Dru and Angelus.. What more was needed to have fun? But now that's all changed.. and he had a friend.. but he didn't understand what it was like to be involved in a friendship. He didn't understand the differences between liking someone as a friend and being in love with someone.. he knew there where differences.. but he didn't understand what they where.
What where the boundaries in friendship, what could you do with a lover that you're not meant to do with a friend, do you treat them any differently.. The fact their relationship was so blurred on the lines right now.. it only made trying to make sense of this question even harder.
After hearing the sound of Jean entering the room, Spike struggled to sit up, removing himself from Rogue's touch and looking away from her uncomfortably. He didn't want other's to see her lowering herself to comfort something that was beneath her.. he didn't want her to be teased or mocked for allowing him to hold her.. She deserved someone so much better then what he was.. she deserved a man who.. hell.. she deserved a man. Not a creature that hissed, growled, purred and snarled and something that at least had a heart beat.. god he was just dead.. even he wouldn't want to touch something like himself if he was alive..
Why was he doing this? Why suddenly was he being so negative.. hadn't they already gone over this, Rogue's already told him she doesn't care. Maybe because nothing's really changed.. about him any way.. Angelus and Dru where gone, he was still here.. but he isn't any different as to how he was before they died. Did he expect himself to change? ...He was just being childish now.. Rogue said she cared for him, maybe she doesn't love him, but she cares, and that's more then he's had in his entire existence... his mother aside..
It was obvious Spike was lost in his own thoughts because he didn't seem to hear Jean talking to him, another black shirt to replace the one that was ruined and his leather coat that he had left here bloodstained before he left. Beast had it cleaned and Jean chose a shirt with long sleeves, holding them neatly folded out in front of Spike, she realized he wasn't paying attention to her offer and placed them gently on his lap. Startled, Spike glanced down and grabbed at whatever was put there, his fingers pulling the shirt up from his lap, a sudden grin formed on his face. He placed it down on his lap again, his fingers touching the familiar feel of his leather coat before returning to the shirt, tracing over the fabric.
"Can I wear it?" He asked purely out of habit, before blinking and then realizing of course he'd be allowed to.. why else would they give it to him.. He slipped his arms into the sleeves and slowly.. obviously causing him pain as he did it though he didn't make a sound, he pulled it over his head. Scrunching his eyes tightly shut as he cleared his throat while waiting for the pain in his back shoulders to fade, before grabbing at his coat with his hands.
"Thank you." He said politely with a rather pleased voice, Jean smiled, glancing at Rogue for a moment with a warmer smile before leaving her alone with her companion. His fingers pinched at the sleeves of his shirt, he liked the long sleeves, they covered the bruises and scares. Spike's eyes stared towards the door with sudden realization of something from back in the basement, this worlds Slayer knew his name.. she knew Spike..
"Maybe she knows! Then.. then I don't have to ask him.." It was obvious he was referring to Angel, but with a hopeful look, he stood from the bed, groaning slightly from standing on his feet. Slipping his hands into his jacket sleeves, Spike then reaches for Rogue, pulling her gently to her feet. He moved closer to her, his arms lightly wrapping around her waist as he rested his head gently against hers, his right hand left her lower back and moved up to the back of her head, tenderly resting it against his shoulder as he held her.
"I know Ro'.. I know you don't care.. I'm sorry.. it's jus' so different'ere." He was referring to his earlier moving away from her when Jean entered the room, he felt bad he did that now.. like he was abandoning her, he didn't want her to think that.. he'd never abandon her.. well.. not until she wanted him to.. and even then it's not like he's going to just shut her off.. he'd never stop feeling this way.. she was too important to just forget. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against hers as he placed his right hand fingers gently against her bottom lip.
"I'll find you when I've had a lil'chat with new Slayer...let's hope she's not stake happy." He smiled faintly, he'd have loved to kiss her.. but it hurt so much when he tried.. He leaned forward slowly, lightly letting his lips touch hers but not putting any pressure into the touch. When he pulled away, he looked towards the stake that had been pulled from his weaken grasp, he couldn't see it, but he could smell the ashy residue very well.. Reaching out for the side table, he grabbed up the stake, slipping it away inside one of his inner pockets, giving Rogue an assured smile. He wouldn't hurt himself with it.. but he didn't want to lose it.. it was like.. a reminder for him.. a reminded of how close he almost came to dying, a reminder of the sacrifice his souled counter part had given to help him.. but also a sadder reminder of Angelus's last words.
He stroked his fingers lovingly across her cheek before turning around and moving towards the door, his left hand held slightly in front of him incase he'd walk into anything. Let's hope this Slayer was more helpful towards him then Jennifer.. she had a habit of shrugging off his calls for help.. not that it was her fault.. she did have her reasons..
She just managed to send those words after Spike before the Lab's automatic doors shut behind the vampire. There was not much time to think about what he had said before Beast returned his facial expression unreadable as usual.
"He moved again"
Rogue said deciding that centering her life around this blond demon only would be of no good. She had friends who needed her and that she needed in return; there were her duties as an X-Man as well. With one menace gone it didn't mean the world was a peaceful and happy place to live in now!
"He did?"
The blue furred feline approached Kane's bed where the white-haired mutant lay in something resembling a comatic state, yet from time to time, he would move and moan and a shadow would cross his features whose lines could have been considered of angelic beauty if it wasn't for the large whitish scar covering a major part of his face's right side.
After some glances at monitors and other medical devices the southern belle had no clue what they were good for, he sighed.
"Confusing... almost enigmatic"
he muttered to himself before turning to Rogue who waited for an explanation.
"There are no physical reasons due to which he remains unconscious... no, I assume that he simply can't decide whether waking up or staying like this is the better thing to do. All of this - as far as I can guess - is something being fought in his subconscious which he - obviously - can't control. When... no, if he awakes, Tempest won't know of this inner struggle"
Rogue hesitantly nodded. She hadn't gotten everything but one thing was obvious "So you can't predict anythin' specific?"
Hank nodded and turned to focus on his other duties so seeing no reason for staying any longer, Rogue turned to leave.
"Tell me if he wakes up, will ya?"
the absorption mutant said and left.
(OOC:
NOTE!! now that we've got the time leap behind us, the following has happened!)
"Mommy... Daddy... guess what I've learned today!"
With a broad grin, 5-year-old Kane runs to his parents which - like every other day - have come to take him home from school. Excitedly, he tells them of things only small children can consider thrilling which only good parents can understand. Those two are of this kind, smile and nod, asking curious questions while they leave to drive home.
It doesn't take long and it's time for dinner, an idyllic family scene.
From the distance, hovering above them, Tempest watches everything. Remembering, smiling, yet there is something that catches his attention. Something he can't put his finger on but which - according to a vague feeling - is of the utmost importance.
Years pass by in which he grows. At the age of 8, however, something happens.
From time to time, it is as if you're watching TV but the channel is occassionally disappearing and replaced by the one that borders its frequence. It doesn't last for long, only glimpses of seconds, interferences, and the one watching can't remember it having been there at the time back then in his childhood.
Sunday morning and Kane wants to help his mother doing the cleaning. Calling out for her, she turns with a smile.
Interference.
"What....?!
Tempest's breathing stops for a moment as does his heartbeat only to return with twice it's normal speed.
"Rogue, come here, quickly!"
the bluefurred mutant's voice was anything but enough to wake the dreaming one as he - half apologetic, half demanding - called for the southern belle who wanted to be informed about every change regarding Tempest's status.
Where her face is meant to be, there's nothing and this horrible nothingness is mocking about the fear that suddenly wraps around the young man's throat, choking him, making it hard to breathe.
Everything is normal again, life continues, but he can't forget what he just saw while small Kane didn't notice anything.
It doesn't take long though, only seconds in this fast forward life, as the final interference occurs.
"It's him!"
There it is again, the old fear, and he scream, he screams until his lungs feel like filled with fire but the picture he sees is merciless and too true to be ignored.
It's like back then when he was taken from his loving family and this large, blue man he is seeing now - again - took him to the academy.
The place where he gained his martial arts skills and the almost supernatural abilities one would normally think a special agent of the highest ranks to have.
The place which he escaped - his scar stood as an evidence for that - together with two of his best friend.
"Kiras"
Tempest whispers and the name is full of a painful longing... and guilt.
Someone hits the rewind button and he returns to the short scene between his past life and his awakening with blue guy. There it is again... this odd feeling. Something just isn't right - a detail he seems to have locked somewhere in the darker corners of his mind struggling to break free.
Trying to remember, his brain feels like being hit by a million volt.
"Pain is just an illusion"
His first day at the academy.
Rewind!
There!
No!
Interference.
He opens his eyes seeing the world through a glass wall. A strange liquid is all around him and behind the wall...
Interference.
"Need help?"
"Yes, honey, there...
Blank, scary, smiling nothingness.
Interference.
"Seems it's time for you to awake" He moves behind the glass wall and from that moment on...
"... nothing had ever been the same"
Sudden realization as Tempest watches Kane trying to walk as if he does it for the first time, but before he can fully understand what he is witnessing, the scene changes.
Kiras' face is covered with smaller cuts as he finally reaches Kane who, voicelessly screaming, sits in the center of a violent storm he himself has summoned.
The older mutant's features are lightened by a smile as he gently touches the other one's head searching for his eyes.
"Don't worry... I'm here. I'll always be here. You don't need to be afraid, Kane"
Tempest watches. A tear is running down his cheek as he listens to the familiar voice, the voice of his best friend calling his younger version back into reality, a reality where they cared for each other, where there was always Kiras to limit the destruction he was causing when he - once again - lost control over his powers and who brought it back.
Tires are screeching and the watcher closes his eyes but can't stop the images in his head.
Kiras died.
It was a car accident. This is one truth, but the other is what Kane can't let go of.
Kiras died because of him.
"I'll always be here. You don't need to be afraid, Kane"
Thunder splits the sky, thunder he has called and it feels so good to be in power. Finally, he doesn't need anyone. He can do what he wants, to let live or to destroy life, his decision to make.
Those demons, their eyes full of fear focussing only on him and his hands which command wind razors and lightning only meant to hurt them, killing slowly.
That's not him doing those things. That just can't be him. This is a different way of losing control and it is only a matter of time until this older X-Man, Rogue, will not be able to get him back to his senses again.
"I'll always be here"
Kiras would have been able to do this... but not her.... not he himself....
The vampires' faces are replaced by that of Kiras and all he feels is guilt, painful guilt that devours him from the inside.
Hearing his scream again before he became unconscious, the watching Tempest joins in... and the images fade away back into the darker areas of his mind they had come from; not lost but burried and with them, the knowledge about where he really came from.
No one noticed the single tear that left the weather controlling mutant's eye shortly before he awoke. The scream, however, they couldn't overhear.
Tempest's eyes snapped open waking to his own voice. Before he could recognize the place he was in, a voice sounded from his right.
"Welcome back"
the blue mutant said with a smile stretching out a paw to the confused young man to check his pulse. He touches thin air.
Rogue's smile of relief which had spread on her face as Kane had opened his eyes faded as he simply disappeared. A panic-filled staccato of breaths, however, soon revealed Kane's position at the other end of the room, curled together in a corner, naked. His eyes - large and scared as of a chased deer - constantly switched between the two other persons in the room, his white hair partly covering them which added up to the impression one had seeing him: A state close to insanity.
As Beast made a step towards him, Tempest's head jerked around, his voice - shaky - constantly changing its volume.
"Do-Don't come closer..."
A field of electricity tries to built up around the white-haired one but with a hissed "no!" he cuts the power for it.
"Tempest, we..."
Rogue as well makes a few steps. For a moment, he had totally forgotten about her and the shock of suddenly hearing her voice, activates a reflex he had hoped to have left behind an eternity ago. In fact, as he was now, Tempest couldn't remember ever having hoped such a thing or anything else at all.
With a short sound which faintly resembled a glass shattering, the young man disappeared into nowhere which explained why he was naked. Like most instinctive teleportations, it only worked for the body itself.
A short moment later, he appeared again in another corner his face a grimace of pain which was, however, soon replaced by the terrified expression.
(yey, and here we've got one of the pillars of Kane's very personal plot
TBC: Murray only)
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: of what good am I?
(OOC: Now it's time for Murray's problems... )
Murray's face was nearly blank, the only expression on it hinting of a grimace, of frustration at the world and of one who felt life was against him in every way. Inside was where the pain was though, inside of his head it poisoned him with fear and guilt that he could never reveal. Not that you could tell by looking at him. His face had been a mask for about a week, it's former dark scowl having disappeared as he reappeared in this world. He couldn't show himself, couldn't afford to show his full hand to everyone at the school and couldn't confide in anyone or let himself go for he knew that if the mask fell the emotion behind it would flow as a fast moving river and once it had him it wouldn't let go.
He walked into the medical lab which one of the younger teachers at the school beside him. Funny really, she'd been by his side for a week and he didn't even know her name, had barely said two words to the poor woman. He was afraid if he said anything the slight tremble that always seemed to appear in his voice at the most inconvenient times would give him away and his disguise would be ruined.
She'd been assigned to him a day after he got back by the Professor. Small surprise really for although Murray seemed only slightly more distant than his usual self truly he was miles away. Perhaps he had left himself back in that other world, the one that held a man with his face and a darker past or perhaps he was just escaping reality. Only difference was that this time he wasn't sure he could come back.
He still remembered it, coming through the portal awhile after the others in a cold sweat. Even then he had to wait, had to keep his guard up though for he wasn't alone then, another had come with him and this one seemed to have a sixth sense, almost knowing him like an old childhood friend although they had never met. Murray knew he wasn't the only one who had been shaken up, they all had been as far as he knew. Of course all he knew were rumours for Murray had been purposely keeping his distance from anyone who had been to that hellish world. The thought that anyone knew the emotion behind the mask was too much to bear and so he stayed away, just like his counterpart, unwillingly becoming more and more like him everyday as he pulled away from anyone who could have helped him.
Murray wasn't sure if anyone suspected although he knew the Professor could feel the waves of buried fear coming off of him. That was why the unnamed girl with the face he saw but didn't take in was there, to make sure he didn't destroy himself. Little did she know that inwardly he was doing just that.
As he walked through the lab door he managed enough emotion to let the girl know he didn't want her there with a piercing glare and as one of the medical people nodded quickly to her she left him alone, and yet he wasn't alone at all.
"Psych test," Murray said in a monotoned voice to the doctor but the man's attention was elsewhere, focused on one corner of the room.
As Murray turned to look he felt a moment of paralyzing fear, lonliness and nausea wash over him as the flashbacks took him over and he remembered the fateful day he had entered that portal, the very white haired mutant who now was curled up in the corner behind him. He didn't care for Tempest and had made no secret of it earlier but now Murray couldn't muster much in the way of hatred. They shared a common bond somehow and subconsiously he knew this even as he denied it.
The cursed mutant watched as Tempest teleported, one scared naked man with white hair and eyes wide with fear, something not unlike Murray's inside, where the real him lurked and hid away from light and people.
He cursed himself inwardly for the effort it was taking to maintain the mask of uncaring of distance and of plain lack of compassion was growing and Murray felt the weight of his burden, of the feelings he had left to fester as the mask was slowly being striped away.
He didn't want to ask, he couldn't but Murray did, voice shaking ever so slightly as again he cursed himself and that damned other world that had brought so much pain. "What's wrong with him?" he asked Rogue, eyes not meeting hers. His dark hair hung down to nearly cover his eyes but it couldn't hide him as unwillingly his own anguished eyes met with Kane's. He tried to pull away but found his eyes locked as if in a battle of souls or some other such thing. Damn that cursed vision of himself and darn Tempest. They had ruined it all and Murray was afraid he'd be revealed to the world. His mask continued to fall and he was locked there unmoving yet feeling more than ever before.
Glad to have an excuse for turning from Tempest, Rogue replied in a worried tone.
"I don't know yet.. not exactly that is. He kinda lost control back then in Lost Angels, fell into some kinda coma and now... now he awoke"
It wasn't as if she wasn't caring. This animalistic, terrified expression in the younger mutants eyes she simply couldn't stand for long.
Beast had a faint idea of what had happened, however, he didn't think it to be necessary to talk about it with someone not being in a leading position. The doctors' codex prohibitted such behavior.
Again, two people were entering. One he didn't know - a potential enemy - and one who he recognized... but wasn't sure which side to put him to, although he had the faint feeling he was more an ally than something else.
Friend or enemy - there was nothing more than that.
It was just as simple as that, the primal instinct inside: friends = don't hurt = stay away; enemies = kill; people you can't classify = don't hurt but be cautious.
Panic began to rose even stronger within Kane as he struggled to put the young teacher to either side. As both - the more-friend-type person and the unclassified approached those two friend-types and himself, his eyes widened in fear and the extreme emotion didn't only make him shatter again to pop up in another corner but also caused most of the room's light bulbs to explode. The slightly painful expression on the white-haired's face wasn't caused by the glass rain that showered over his face only but also by the teleport which he couldn't prevent.
Constantly switching between insanity and something faintly resembling its opposite, Tempest's wild, red eyes kept on jerking around unable to focus on something.
A part of him suddenly realized that focusing on something was absolutely necessary if he ever wanted to return to normal - whatever this meant, he couldn't remember - so he tried to remember the dream, simply telling what he had seen in a panicfilled way, mixing up things - not noticing he was talking at all.
"Ki-Kiras... he's dead a-and mother... I killed him... she's got no face... mustn't hurt anyone, don't come near me... a-and blue guy ca-came to get me a-and there's no chance to esc... he left me alone... don't touch me, go-gonna hurt ya... wo-won't come to tell me it's alright... no face.... lied to me... a wall... ma-made of glass... won't be the-there forever... alone, alone fo-forever... behind the glasswall... only bl-blue guy's there... and mommy... sh-she's got no face, no..."
He went on like this, always repeating the four things that had left a burning mark in his mind although he was still unable to see any connection.
(OOC: oh gee... that sucks! sorry for the awful post but I can't think of another way to go on and since I'm finally able to go on with my novel, I'm kinda unable to concentrate my creativity on anything else to a higher degree. My deepest apologies!!! I hope you're finding it better than I do )
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: Aww"I don't know yet.. not exactly that is. He kinda lost control back then in Lost Angels, fell into some kinda coma and now... now he awoke"
Murray heard the words come from Rogue and yet it was as if he had tuned out as soon as she mentionned Lost Angels. Those very words were the cause of everything at all and unwillingly he shuddered and closed his eyes against the screams and that haunted face that was his own and yet not his at all.
The white haired mutant looked as lost as he now felt and Murray's dark eyes filled with a haunted look as if he had seen a ghost or worse the ghost of his past or of someone he loved and hadn't known was dead. In a way he had.
Who had known that Lost Angels housed another version of himself? And yet why hadn't he expected it? There were duplicates of others, of those vampires so why not him? Wasn't he even more lost and cursed than they?
For the umpteenth time Murray wondered about how that wretched duplicate had fallen to such a level. Murray himself knew of lonliness and of being solitary but hadn't taken it to the extreme before Lost Angels. His other self had and for good reason. He had been dangerous, a terror to society that could unwillingly destroy even an entire city. Hadn't he spoken of how even the vampires, masters of darkness and cruelty, had feared to come near him or to turn him? It was this burning fear that had once been only a seed of doubt that Murray felt, that paralyszing fear that he was not so different. If everything went wrong that would be him and so could it stil be. Already was there the foundation of powers that could not be controlled and taken to the extreme it would be he cowering away from society for fear of unwillingly killing them all. He had inside of him the ability to be a mass murderer and the only thing that kept him from becoming so, his ties to people and the outside world, were quickly failing. Naturally it was these ties that Murray felt would lead him to his dark destiny and he had cut them as quickly as he could, covering himself with that swiftly falling mask.
Wrenching himself away from the nightmares that had become his reality, Murray's eyes locked again with those of Tempest. They were not so different and this too scared him as he tried to stop himself from reacting. It was too late though and Murray's emotions were beginning to show. He watched the mutant in pity mumbling words that made no sense.
"What's he saying?" Murray asked, leaving out the last of what he was thinking-is he insane? He met Rogue's eyes now, desperate to look at any but the mutant who could evoke the emotions buried within him. Lost Angels had been a world to reduce even the strongest to tears and Murray felt another desire inside of him, one that he had felt only a few times over his life. He wanted to help Tempest...he just wasn't sure where to begin. How could he help the white haired mutant when he couldn't even help himself?
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Rogue had listened carefully to what the apparently insane mutant was saying. Somehow, it reminded her of Spike in his worse state and this thought triggered anything but positive memories.
It wasn't making any sense!
Back then in Lost Angels, she had seen the same expression Storm used to have occassionally on his face. The very essensive of willingly used power - power of an almost infinite extend, yet since every border of self-control had had to be abolished, a certain degree of outraged, sardonic insanity had been a part of it.
Whenever Ororo had returned from this state, she had no troubles getting her powers back under control and although the weather witch had been feeling sorry for what she had done, there was always a small portion of regret noticable as a subtext of her words. After all, letting go was a special type of freedom - luxury she and obviously Tempest as well couldn't dare to have.
In this white-haired boy's case, however, something was different.
Kane: "...Ki-Kiras... he's dead ... I killed him... mustn't hurt anyone, don't come near..."
Slowly, the crumbs began to form a picture. There were still at least two aspects that made no sense - possibly didn't even have anything to do with this... but Rogue began to have a faint idea what Tempest was talking about.
In a sense, this was an explanation for his overdone urge to keep others away from him, but this almost primeval behavior still didn't fit into the picture.
The southern belle sighed. "It's all to mixed up to really understand" , she said in reply to Murray's question part of her wondering what was troubling this young man.
*Something's terribly wrong with the young generation...*
The thought popped up with hardly any connection to the current situation but at as if this was a reason for everything, Rogue decided to adopt this point of view as long as there was no better explanation.
With a side glance, she noticed Beast taking something out of a shelf.
*Why are all those people staring at me? Did I do something wrong, mom?*
Kane had stopped babbling and was silently sitting in his corner. Attentive, terrified, vulnerable. With his sane part safely locked away in a part of his self where it couldn't be harmed, Tempest was having an inner monologue almost as if he was dreaming.
*Who are they anyway? They should just leave me alone, right? It'd be better this way... I don't need anyone... no one except Kiras to watch over me... a-and Melody. It's only the three of us... we won't go back to...
There's no one needin' me anyway... right mom?*
As if someone had switched on the light, Tempest's inner self could suddenly see clearly. No one was there! Not his mother. Not Melody. Not Kiras.
Sudden realization hit the albino-like boy making him aware of the meaning of loniless.
A whisper. "No"
Tears - unnoticed by the half-mad creature - ran down his cheeks as he stared around him with eyes wide open, like a blind person desperately searching the light with no hope of every finding it.
"NO!
With a rebel yell, Kane threw his head back staring accusingly at the ceiling - addressing a Pantheon about whose existence he had never been sure about - and in the very moment he did this, hell broke lose.
The arising blizzard hadn't lasted five seconds before it suddenly ebbed away.
Motionless, staring in front of him, the weather-powered mutant lay on the floor, sunken to the side as if all life force had left him. A part of his conscious - the sane one - was still awake but was perceiving everything through a slightly blurred filter. Like the slowly disappearing pain Beast's injection had caused... or the white-haired figure that was just passing the medlab's hermetic but partly glass doors.
"... mom...?"
he whispered in disbelief as something he had seen in his dreams tried to make itself aware of but the energy it costed to struggle against the memory block was too much. He fell asleep...
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...
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Murray was, to put it lightly, a little frightened. To be absolutely brutally honest he was petrified, paranoid and yes, even worried, both for himself and for Tempest. The mutant seemed worse off than him but was he really? Was it better to hold everything in until someone pulled out the cork and he popped, exploding like a volcano? Or would the lava hurt the ones closest to him and was it better to leave, to go far far away where no one would ever hurt again. No one except himself that was.
Wasn't that what he deserved though and in that case did Tempest deserve it too? A thousand questions and more all came from Murray's brain, rushing and pulsing inside of him unable to escape. Despite the urging of these questions to come out and to express their curiousities and find answers Murray clamped his teeth tightly, determined to suffer in silence.
It was a whole new struggle when he openned his mouth to say something else entirely. "Rogue um..maybe..I mean if you think I should I could stay with him. Not like I care or anything of course but I was there with him and maybe I can help, somehow."
Unlikely, he thought to himself with his usual pessimism. Where had helping people ever gotten him? In another world it had left him in an abandoned hospital, dying inside with no one to care. Oh he'd have people's attention alright but he didn't want to be feared. All he wanted was to escape the lonliness that was eating away at his insides. Even inside was he torn. He half wanted to stay with Kane, hopeing he could help in some way and yet he was terrified. The last time he had been in somewhere resembling a medical centre he had been on the verge of destroying it. Well not him but close enough. He wasn't ready to take that risk but perhaps he needed to, to take that step off the plane before he was freefalling and caught up in the mommentum of the fall. So long as he had his parachute to pull, his lifeline and an escape from the medical bay, he would stay.
"..Rogue?" The soft whisper of Talia break into the inner mind of the Southern Belle, full of fear that she'd be angry with Talia over interupting her in such a manner.
"...Ve have a problem in ze outer grounds, a mutant attacked Tessa, ve stopped him before he hurt her, but ze boy seems.. confused und angry. Ve aren't sure vhat to do vith him.." Her voice trailed off after explaining why she called, bracing herself for being told off for annoying a team leader with such silly matters of student fights..
"Oh.. ze boy has come for ze Enrights.. Tessa says he is from zat place zat took zem last veek." He quickly added after remembering what the faeire had told her and Clarice when they first appeared. She then went deathly quiet for her team leaders reply..
trouble arising
The surprise of hearing a ghostly voice in her head quickly faded away as Rogue recognized it as Talia's. After all, she was as used to being contacted this way as one can be - having fought at the side of Jean Grey for decades.
Although Nocturne couldn't see it, the southern belle nodded wearing an even more serious expression than before.
*Alright, thanks for telling me, 't was the right thing to do. I'll be there in a sec! Stay on guard*
, she thought in reply concentrating her mental voice on the picture of the blue-furred mutant. Many psychics had told her that this way, getting the message was easier.
Turning to Murray as she remembered his offer, Rogue nodded. "That'd be great. I just got an emergency call so if you could support Hank in... whatever is necessary, it'd be highly appreciated"
She flashed him a thankful smile and shouting a "sorry", the Blue Strike Force's co-leader left the medlab through one of the open windows with full speed.
(TBC - Shakespeare=Dreamland) 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...
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Murray shrugged as Rogue told him it would be fine if he stayed and helped Hank and then sped out of there. He wondered why she had to leave so abruptly and then thought ruefully to himself **Well wouldn't I want to leave if I was her? Come on like I would want to be stuck with a crazy weather mutant, a furry beast mutant and one who could destroy the world at any moment while being dar and moody. Yah that's a dream afternoon.**
"Sure whatever, I'll stick around," he said to no one in particular and glanced over at Tempest who still seemed to be out. Well if beast needed his help he'd give it, otherwise it looked like he was in for one more dull afternoon. At the moment though he thought he might prefer dull to interesting, he remembered how the last 'interesting' trip had gone.
Re: A Whisper in the Mind.."I'm afraid I can't be of much help if you hide behind her my friend.." Arlen stared at the feline doctor as he spoke, as if the merman half expected the creature to pounce on him. But after a moment, he slowly moved ahead towards the creature, it didn't seem hostile.. He stared over at Curse and Tempest, the human boys off in their own corner, one of which was asleep.
He stared at Beast, who held out his large clawed hand so he could see the wound on Arlen's knuckles, but Arlen held out his arm similar to how Beast was holding it out for him. As the doctor gently began to turn his hand over so he could actually see the wound, his eyes hovered over the needle marks before turning his hand over and studying his knuckles.
"What is that?" The merman stared at the wound on his hand as Beast let go of his arm and moved off to get some wrapping bandages. Arlen brought his hand closer to look at his cuts as if trying to remember how he had gotten them..
"Just some scratches, not to worry, easily patched up." As Beast spoke, shifting through some items for what he needed, Arlen let the tip of his fingers touch the bloodied wound, the silvery residue marking his fingers, the way he stared at it made it obvious the blood was an unfamiliar sight to him.
'An Angel wouldn't need such weapons..' It was her voice again, his tail twitched as he looked up, half expecting her to be standing there in front of him..
"Even Angels need to defend themselves." But she wasn't there, his words repeated themselves in his mind as he tried to picture a face with the voice he was talking to.. Unknown to him at this time Arisa was making her way to the Brotherhood, the long time rivels of Xavier's school. He let his eyes drop with a look of disappointment after realizing it was only an echo of a memory.
"How did you get these cuts? I've seem ones just like this you know." Beast spoke trying to ease the boys mind as he began cleaning the silvery blood away so he could wrap it up. Arlen's eyes searched the ground for a moment before slowly shaking his head, everything he had done while drugged where more of a blurred slur of images.
Once Beast was done neatly wrapping Arlen's right hand, he had turned to put away what he had taken out and glanced over towards Tempest quickly to make sure the boy was still ok. Arlen stared hard at the bandage as if expecting it to do something, but then stared over at Tess as he showed it to her with a puzzled expression, then decided against asking why he had something similar to the feel of her clothes around his hand. He brought his bandaged hand up to his lips, the tips of his fingers running over the skin, his mouth felt dry, something he had never felt in his entire life. But since he didn't understand the need to drink water to keep the body replenished with liquids he didn't realize he was thirsty, pushing aside the odd sensation he settled with focusing on the boys in the corner again.
"What was the green fur coming from beneath us under that trees?" He asked curiously as he glancing back at Tessa, tracing his fingers over the back of his wounded hand, exploring the texture of the strange fabric. He hadn't felt grass before and it was strange, it almost tickled the skin when the blades ran across it. He mis-said 'tree' as 'trees' accidently since he had asked what it was while pointing to a single tree and Aris had said they are 'trees'. He seemed to be trying hard to remember what had happened just recently before.
My last name means An Angel of Water, my first names means A Promise.
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Tessa stood calmly as Arlen hid behind her, seeming to be quite frightened of Beast. Of course when she had first met him she had been a little concerned so she couldn't really blame him at all for his discomfort. Xavier's was a strange place and one that was wonderful but newly adjusting to a world of mutants when you aren't truly one could be difficult she knew from experience.
A few moments later he seemed to have remembered something and had the eagerness of meeting an old friend in his eyes but the feeling seemed to disappear and all Tess saw then was disappointment in Arlen's eyes. She wondered briefly why he felt that way but didn't want to press the matter.
The Faerie saw him raise his eyes to her questionningly the but the question was never formed and Tess would never know what he had wanted to ask yet had not for whatever reason. Another question came her way soon enough though and she focused her attention on it.
"It's called grass..um it's kind of like seaweed I guess only it grows on land," Tess said. She was at a loss for words though having never had to explain grass to anyone before.
Nearby Murray did not look at the strange visitors although his fairly good hearing picked up every word. He didn't want to be involved, dreaded it really. He had said he would stay with Tempest but hadn't imagined that so many people would be around, especially not one who didn't know what grass was.
He didn't care for Tess at the moment either. Usually she was one of the very few students he didn't mind having around but lately she went one way or the other. Either she was terribly cherry, something he just couldn't bare in his current miserable state, or even more depressed than he. In Lost Angels she had lost a friend for all intents and purposes. When Clay had come back he was different and Tess had known it, when he left she had been devestated. Murray had picked this up even while trying desperately to keep away from all students. For once he felt there were powers worse than his. He would never ever want to be an empath, to feel your own pain and the pain of others must be the ultimate curse.
So as Tess explainned grass Murray sat watching the clock slowly but loudly tick past the seconds of his life. It wasn't like he'd be doing anything else with it anyway.
(OOC: Sorry I couldn't post everything, more homework. I'll try again soon but tomorrow I have a paragraph for my jerk of an english teacher so I'm guessing I won't get to reply much sorry.)
Re: Aww'Grass'.. The word went over in his mind, burning itself into his memory as he glanced about uncomfortably, he wished he understood more of all these things.. His eyes looked over towards Murray and then hovered over tempest.. slowly returning to Tessa. What was to happen to him now? His tail seemed to lose the life it had, the constent flicking and twitching dying down until there was barely a slight sway of the very tip.
"Will you send me back?" He glanced quickly towards the other two in the room before taking another step towards Tessa, his voice growing to a whisper as if what he said wasn't allowed to be spoken aloud.
"..I didn't feel harm there." His voice trailed off for a moment, the expression on his face making it obvious that 'harm' wasn't the proper word. He placed his hand over his wounded knuckles, holding it up slightly for her to see as he tried to explain.
"Feel the harm.. it does not feel pleasent." Then he placed his other hand over his stomach, repeating what he had said with his hand wound.
"..It does not feel pleasent here either, if I go back it go will away?" Although he was hoping for such a thing, his statement sounded very much like a quwstion he hoped she could answer.
My last name means An Angel of Water, my first names means A Promise.
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(**wonders where Storm went...**)
"Back to where?" Tessa asked gently. She wanted him to be happy and for whatever pain he was feeling to fade away, she truly did but at the moment she didn't think she could send him back, even if she had the ability to do so.
"We'll try as soon as you're all better and we know you'll be safe, at least I think we will. I'm not in charge here, the um..teachers, the older people are," Tess continued, trying to explain teacher to him so that he'd understand.
Tess looked on as he placed a hand over his stomach. Did his kind eat and was that what it was? Perhaps he was hungry or had a simple stomach ache but what if it were more? Not for the first time within the last few weeks she wished that her faerie powers included healing of the physical being and of the mind. Maybe then she wouldn't have to look on helplessly as friends and potential friends hurt.
"I'm not a doctor, maybe Beast can tell you though. I'm sure he'd be able to tell better than I would about your condition," the Faerie finished. There was an expression on her face of mingled helplessness, sympathy and the slightest bit of anger and sadness at his condition.
(ooc-I think he doesn't intend on bringing Kane back for a few more posts.)
"Back to where?" It wasn't like Arlen was trying to hide anything from her, but he couldn't tell her where he was from either, he only knew of A.Corp and he had no idea how to get bakc there.
"We'll try as soon as you're all better and we know you'll be safe, at least I think we will. I'm not in charge here, the um..teachers, the older people are," They wouldn't make him stay here forever would they? What if it kept hurting, what if he was being punished for not doing what he was supposed to do.. what was he doing here again.. The Enrights! Wait, no, Tess had said they belonged here.. so what was he to do now.. he had to do something..
"I'm not a doctor, maybe Beast can tell you though. I'm sure he'd be able to tell better than I would about your condition," He gave a soft nod of his head in understanding.. already kinda understanding that a doctor was a healer of sorts. Beast seemed to have already gone off in order to get a needle, hoping to take a blood sample to see what exactly has been put into his system. Arlen's bright diamond eyes watched carefully as the feline doctor moved towards him.
"Do you know what this?" Beast held up the empty needle, and even though Arlen shook his head in the 'no', he held out his arm so Beast could use the needle on him.
"I'm just going to take some of your blood.. see what else is in there." At Beasts words, Arlen stared at his arm.. there was something in his blood? Was it alive.. he didn't like the idea of something swimming around inside of him.. Beast gently pressed the needle into the mermans arm, Alren's eyes closed so he didn't have to watch the silvery blood fill the needle. As soon as Beast pulled the needle from him, Arlen slowly opened his eyes, watching as the doctor moved off, rubbing his arm where the needle had been placed. That creature had taken something from him instead of giving Arlen something, it felt strange, he wasn't sure what exactly taking blood could do to help him.
He stared down at the mark the needle had left in his arm, then looked over at his other arm at the same marks, he didn't like having all these spots on him.. it looked strange. Beast returned, this time he started looking over Arlen, which made the merman uncomfortable, squinting his eyes as Beast flashed a small light into them.
"Open wide." Arlen felt something press down on his tongue, the light now shinning in his mouth, what was this creature looking for inside his mouth..? When Beast moved off, Arlen returned his fingers to his dry lips, staring rather blankly at the blue creature as he returned with a glass of water.
"Until we get the blood sample sorted out, some water and food is the only thing that can help you feel a bit better right now." Arlen's fingers wrapped around the cool glass, staring rather unsurely at the liquid in the glass as Beast moved back over to Kane to make sure he was doing alright. The merman seemed frozen, as if the slightest movement might cause the item he was holding to break, what was he supposed to do with this? He stared over at Tessa slowly, even his tail trying to desperately remain posed and still, the slightest twitch threatening to unbalance him.
My last name means An Angel of Water, my first names means A Promise.
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(OOC: Awesome new siggy Angie! Love the wording especially How do you come up with all your wonderful quotes?!)
Tessa stood close to Arlen as Beast approched him. She remembered her own first reaction to needles and still didn't care for the prickly feeling in her skin. It reminded her of the wasps who had always plagued her kind and she knew well that when a Faerie was in his or her regular small state a wasp sting could be fatal.
Arlen seemed okay though as Beast stuck the needle into his skin and gently drew out the silvery blood of the merperson. Tessa let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding and he openned his eyes, rubbing his arm in the spot where the needle had been. The Faerie noticed him looking down at his arms, more specifically at the spots left on both arms, and wondered just what Beast would find in the silvery blood he had taken. What was it that had made Arlen attack her?
She pondered a moment, only to be jerked out of her thoughts as Beast handed the merman a glass of water. He seemed frozen, glacing unsurely at the glass before looking over at her and Tess realized he wasn't sure what to do with the glass in his hand.
"It's just water," Tess said gently. "The water's in the glass. People use glasses to drink out, here let me show you." The Faerie gently took the glass from him and made the motion of drinking, tiling the glass back to her mouth. She didn't drink from it though or even put her rasberry lips upon the glass for she didn't want to give him the wrong idea.
"You just tilt the glass back, open your mouth and swallow the water. It'll help your dry mouth," Tess explainned quietly, hoping he would get the idea.
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(OOC: Thankies! . Most of them I make up, a one or two of them are taken from some nice Buffy quotes and twisted into my own wordings )
"It's just water," Why was it held in the strange container thing? How do people use it? He didn't want to break it.. he got yelled at last time he dropped what he was holding, the container in the lab back at A.Corp shattering on impact with the hard ground.
"The water's in the glass. People use glasses to drink out, here let me show you." Her fingers gently removed the glass from his fingers, he felt very relieved, she didn't even seem worried of breaking it.He tilted his head from one side to the other as he tried to watch from different angles on how she was partially placing it near her lips.
"You just tilt the glass back, open your mouth and swallow the water. It'll help your dry mouth," Dry mouth. He had a dry mouth? His fingers touched his dry lips once again, water would make it better? He would like it to become better, he didn't like the feel of his mouth right now, his fingers softly curled around the glass once more. The water had a strang smell, but very familiar, although he was used to the more salty scented waters.
He seemed to hold his breath as he placed it by his lips, tilting his head back along with the glass, the cool water slowly moving into his mouth. Managed to drink half of the glass before he accidently breathed in instead of swallowed, causing him to pull the glass away as he coughed. An image of him coughing flickered into his mind, but he was somewhere else, finding it hard to breath, that same blue hand held within his grasp..
The glass slipped slightly in his fingers before he quickly tightened his grip, but he brought the glass back towards him, only now he placed the tips of his finger from his right hand into the clear liquid. It was strang, he could feel it, and not just when he touched the water, he could it even when it was locked away in the glass. It's like he could sense it inside of him, he wanted to touch it, wanted it on his hand, he didn't ask, he was too focused on the water to remember his manners. Gently he poured a very little bit into the center of his hand, quickly stopping before the water flowed over his palm and onto the floor. His tail slithered around, wrapping about the glass and holding it firmly against his stomach, his now free left hand hovering over the tiny pool of water in his hand.
"Can you do this?" Arlen had discovered he could shape watery things just by picturing shapes in his mind, he had been spending a few boring hours amusing himself with the simple ability when he was left alone for for ages on his own in the labs or underground chambers. He held his hands cupped towards, the pool of water slowly swirling about, tiny watery vines twisting up partially into the air, slowly all mentling together to form a tiny figure. He smiled, the tiny watery image identical to Tessa as much as his mind could remember all her details. But slowly his smile faded, as well as the water statue, he had forgotten that he had tried to hurt her before, hadn't he? He didn't understand that it was the drug that made him act like that, and even if they explained it to him he still might have too hard a time trying to understand how something like that made him do such a terrible thing.
"It was like a dream.. a cruel dream, one which refused to allow me from its grasp.. I should be punished for having tried to harm you, an act such as that should not be forgiven.. I had no right.." Arlen's hands returned to the glass, his eyes dropping to the ground before looking over towards Beast who was already studying the invading drug within Arlen's blood system at his desk. Arlen's bright eyes withdrew behind his closing eyelids, his head turning back towards Tessa. It was getting slightly cold, but he wasn't going to complain about it, he might have if he knew that it was the tempreture of his body that was losing heat and not the air around him. His eyes opened again but stared down at the glass of water, it was getting rather cool, his stomach was hurting, he had tried to hurt someone, he doesn't like how today is finishing up.. it just wants it all to end so things can go back to normal.. he just wished he remembered what exactly normal was for him. The fact he also knew that one of the elders had ordered Tess to eventually take him to them also didn't do wonders for his nerves.. he knew they where upset with him, one of them had already yelled at him.. not that he didn't deserve it..
My last name means An Angel of Water, my first names means A Promise.
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