Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters
12:39am
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Well Professor?” Phoebe asked. Professor Xavier lowered his hands from Phoebes head “I thought I suppressed those memories it is to how they have come back which is what I am not sure on” He wheeled over to the window and placed his hands in his lap “How did toi feel after the dream?” Phoebe sat up “I felt verbally and visibly bashed par it”.
“Well there is a danger of suppressing memories”
“My memories rip me apart what can I-”
“Remember things from the present”
“I want to forget! I need too, its killing my sense of clear thinking I mean who would choose to be alone, imprisoned par their broken memories?”
“I will set toi free Phoebe, Memory is plus often a curse than a blessing”
“So toi have a dit but why can’t I forget?”
“If toi forget then Alice will only take toi over to get those memories back-“
“I have perfect control over my soul’s even ones as violent as Alice”
“I’m sorry I will try to do what I can”
“Very well Professor, thank toi any way” Phoebe a dit her calm tone was flickering with sadness and depression. She picked up her leather cartable, sacoche style bag and looped it over her shoulder. She walked out of the large study room and down to the entrance.
The corridors of the mansion where richly decorated with art, status and mirrors she passed a few doors now and then.
“Hey Phoebes wait up!” a familiar voice said, she turned to find Kitty Pride jogging up to her. Her old friend was still in her old style as she had always been, Hair tied you, guimauve rose blouse, jeans and pretty brown sandals. “So did the professor x help?”
“Not really but he a dit he will try, where’s Laura and Logan”
“Oh not sure toi know Logan, always on the road ou something like that”
“And Laura?”
“Outside I think, oh please stay for a little longer everybody misses toi so very much”
“As much as I would l’amour to I have my own team to look after”.
They both laughed and walked down the stairs of the main entrance. An Aqua blue and white Italian style vélomoteur, cyclomoteur was stilling outside. Phoebe waved her friend goodbye and slipped her casque on and rowed off back to happy harbour only to be met par plus bad news.
12:39am
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Well Professor?” Phoebe asked. Professor Xavier lowered his hands from Phoebes head “I thought I suppressed those memories it is to how they have come back which is what I am not sure on” He wheeled over to the window and placed his hands in his lap “How did toi feel after the dream?” Phoebe sat up “I felt verbally and visibly bashed par it”.
“Well there is a danger of suppressing memories”
“My memories rip me apart what can I-”
“Remember things from the present”
“I want to forget! I need too, its killing my sense of clear thinking I mean who would choose to be alone, imprisoned par their broken memories?”
“I will set toi free Phoebe, Memory is plus often a curse than a blessing”
“So toi have a dit but why can’t I forget?”
“If toi forget then Alice will only take toi over to get those memories back-“
“I have perfect control over my soul’s even ones as violent as Alice”
“I’m sorry I will try to do what I can”
“Very well Professor, thank toi any way” Phoebe a dit her calm tone was flickering with sadness and depression. She picked up her leather cartable, sacoche style bag and looped it over her shoulder. She walked out of the large study room and down to the entrance.
The corridors of the mansion where richly decorated with art, status and mirrors she passed a few doors now and then.
“Hey Phoebes wait up!” a familiar voice said, she turned to find Kitty Pride jogging up to her. Her old friend was still in her old style as she had always been, Hair tied you, guimauve rose blouse, jeans and pretty brown sandals. “So did the professor x help?”
“Not really but he a dit he will try, where’s Laura and Logan”
“Oh not sure toi know Logan, always on the road ou something like that”
“And Laura?”
“Outside I think, oh please stay for a little longer everybody misses toi so very much”
“As much as I would l’amour to I have my own team to look after”.
They both laughed and walked down the stairs of the main entrance. An Aqua blue and white Italian style vélomoteur, cyclomoteur was stilling outside. Phoebe waved her friend goodbye and slipped her casque on and rowed off back to happy harbour only to be met par plus bad news.
Somewhere in the Arctic, 4:49 a.m.
Nathan curled up on the rocky floor of the dark cave, protected from the snow for now. He'd found a piece of rock chipped off from the edges of the cavern and had somehow created a spark that had ignited into a flame. How it was sustaining, well, he didn't know. But it was keeping him warm, and for that he was grateful.
It suddenly dawned on him that he felt immensely drained, nearly useless. His cœur, coeur wasn't beating as fast as usuall. Pushing himself up, he went to find a pool of ice, to see what was wrong. What he saw shocked him: his hair had turned to it's orginal mocha hue, a sign of no powers.
He sighed, and realized with a jolt he was in a cave. A cave... and the last person he'd seen was the Batman's daughter. This small fact slightly amused him, but amusement turned to worry. "Fin..." he murmured. "Why can't toi see past what I've done? Why can't toi see that I l’amour you?"
It suddenly dawned on him that he felt immensely drained, nearly useless. His cœur, coeur wasn't beating as fast as usuall. Pushing himself up, he went to find a pool of ice, to see what was wrong. What he saw shocked him: his hair had turned to it's orginal mocha hue, a sign of no powers.
He sighed, and realized with a jolt he was in a cave. A cave... and the last person he'd seen was the Batman's daughter. This small fact slightly amused him, but amusement turned to worry. "Fin..." he murmured. "Why can't toi see past what I've done? Why can't toi see that I l’amour you?"
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