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| A Walk in the Woods; (Tag Jonathan 73826) | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 5 2008, 04:43 AM (163 Views) | |
| Titan | Mar 5 2008, 04:43 AM Post #1 |
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Time of day: Afternoon Place in the time-line: The Day after the Wedding For a ceremony that he had only shown up for and partied at after, Vincent had been exhausted last night when he had stumbled back to bed. Glad he had gone however, Vincent had today wanted to take a walk in the woods. He wanted to explore the woods on such a fine day as this, and see what all the fuss was about with the waterfall. Vincent wished Anna could visit him soon, and maybe little Isaac if it wasn’t too much trouble. The little boy was always willing to go exploring, and Anna for all her city-slicker bravado liked the sound of wildlife as well as the greenery. He disappeared into the tree line and was soon fully immersed in the woods. The tall youth began to trek up the path, taking occasional sips of ice water with lemon and a touch of salt from the biggest Nalgene bottle his parents could find. The sleeves of the light jacket he wore were pushed up after twenty minutes of enjoying nature. He liked it out here, and could see why people camped. It was very quiet compared to the bustle of New York where if you were too slow walking you were likely to get shivved by a businessman. Ah, New York… Vincent was glad that there was a path to guide him. Here there were no low-hanging branches (which were considered above many people’s heads) to be concussed with. That would have been humiliating, coming back to the school with head trauma the first time he was out on his own. The birds were lively, fluttering from branch to branch while squirrels ran up and down the dark trunks. He came upon the waterfall by accident, and paused to admire its…majesty? Whatever waterfalls had. |
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| Volt | Mar 5 2008, 09:04 AM Post #2 |
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The time was now. 73826 was waiting for the moment that the telepath was out of the school, the one he remembered.... no, he didn't remember... Jonathan did. He'd watched the wedding from the rooftop, huddled in the cold and the darkness, as she and the energy wielder were married in a bubble of springtime. Why had he felt the way he had when he was watching the wedding? Why did he feel... what was it? Joy? Sentiment? What was this feeling? Jonathan's memories bubbled to the surface and he remembered the energy wielder Scott, his name is Scott, you were friends. You loved him as a brother as a young boy, thin limbed, maybe eighteen. "Tell Jean, Slim, what do you have to lose?" "Everything, Harker, I have everything to lose. It's not like you and Mina, you know how to say these things. I don't, I can't. My eyes... How can I ever tell her I -- when I can't even look at her." "Because it's right when it's right, Scotty, and I've seen it in her eyes. She knows it's right. She's just waiting for you to tell her." He'd watched Scott and Jean get married and he'd found himself smiling, whispering, "I guess you finally told her, Slim...good for you..." He hadn't even looked at the woman, at Mina, as she stood beside Jean... He was afraid that if he had, he would never... Enough, enough of that. That was yesterday and those damn inconvenient memories from his donor were gone with a few twists of his ring. Today, the happy couple was on their honeymoon and the new Mrs. Grey-Summers had taken her telepathy with her. Today, he was going to strike. Longshot had escaped him too long. He'd been built to sleep, to hibernate. His systems were capable of shutting down so that he could fall into what was almost a coma, able to wake up instantaneously, ready to rise, ready to attack, ready to kill. He could sleep for a month or stay awake for weeks. He could go without food for long enough to lose half his body weight without suffering any detrimental affects. His bones were hollow to make him quicker, lighter, more agile, his recuperative processes beyond human. He thought faster, felt less pain, was less easy to break. Yes, his creator had done well. And, he knew how he would take advantage of that, how he would make best use of his unique abilities. He aimed one fist at the frozen stream and a blue blast of lightning exploded from his clenched fingers, until the water was melted enough for him to step inside it, as if he had merely fallen through the ice. By the time Vincent happened on the river, 26 was sprawled, half in, half out of the icy water, his skin pale, his lips and fingernails blue. He looked all the world like a man in dire need of help. |
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| Titan | Mar 5 2008, 06:38 PM Post #3 |
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Despite the chilly weather, sweat to trickled down his sides. The crows were cawing in the distance, and he remembered learning in passing how they had a system of communication. Vincent stared at the icy depths of the river, entranced at its frigid beauty. It was nice to get away from the insanity of the Institute every so often. Out here he could think, well separated from students who probably thought him mentally deficient in some way even after being here for almost a month. If someone ever made a movie of his life, he wondered how many people would be surprised that he was more than a well-muscled young man. He still hadn’t made very many friends though Scott had always assured him that it would happen. The ones he had were back in New York, and although he talked with them often he realized how truly removed he was from them not only by time but by experiences as well. They would never see him in the same light if he told them he was a mutant. While he had never thought that they might harbor that hatred, he had no cause to terrify them or worse. What would they think of him, if they knew what he could do? It was a worrying thought. Vincent rose to his full height, cracking his back with a great sigh of relief. Maybe he could take a run out here sometime, when the weather was nicer and he didn’t have to be concerned about frostbite. He noticed the man by chance. With wide eyes he rushed to where the figure lay, torso sticking out from the water and legs submerged. The man’s lips were blue…not a good sign. Vincent, hardly panting at all, pulled the man out and put him in the warmest spot he could find. What did you do with someone suffering from hypothermia? Vincent chewed on the inside of his cheek, panicked. “Sir? Sir?” Vincent shook him lightly. |
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| Volt | Mar 5 2008, 08:16 PM Post #4 |
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26 did not respond, his head merely rolling to the side. He needed to be warmed, quickly but not too quickly. If he had been human, and not built for such abuses as he had so willingly inflicted on his own person, he would have been at risk for cardiac arrest. He needed to be moved into the warmth, compresses put at his head, neck and groin. He needed his core body temperature raised, and raised soon. He needed to go to the hospital... ... the nearest hospital, however, was too far away, when the school had a fully functioning infirmary. The man stirred in Vincent's arms and murmured in apparent delirium, "No... lea' me.... S'not m'fault.... m'a.... mutant..." Weak crackles of electricity flickered from his fingertips, just enough to let Vincent know this was a mutant, in trouble. What had happened to him? Had he been chased? Where had he come from? The sky overhead darkened and snow began to fall in huge white flakes that might have been pretty if not for the deepening cold as they settled on the man's upturned face. The cold water soaking his legs began to ice up. He needed help. He needed it now. |
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| Titan | Mar 5 2008, 08:35 PM Post #5 |
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Panic gave way to determination when the man admitted he was a mutant. Vincent would never let someone die, not if they could be helped. He was startled when the man spoke, startled enough to flinch. He picked the man up easily, and didn’t even make a note of how light the man was. Human beings were delicate creatures anyway. Jean and Scott were on their honeymoon, and Vincent didn’t know enough of the staff well enough to go seek them out. Dr McCoy, then, and Vincent had to take this poor man to the infirmary anyway. He had never noticed before how quickly he could run. Now was not one of those times, but he remembered Scott once commenting on how fast he could be. The ground was a white blur beneath his feet, and he held the soaking man closer to him. The falling snow brushed against his face. “You’ll be just fine.” Vincent said with fierce determination as he burst forth from the woods. The mansion was coming closer and closer. (Continued in the Infirmary: Derelict) |
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