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Hard Fall; (A Warren's Death thread: Open to all)
Topic Started: Feb 21 2009, 04:23 AM (382 Views)
Havok
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February 3rd
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“Once again, that was Bertram Worthington confirming the death of his nephew Warren Worthington earlier today after his plane exploded during a routine flight between New York and Colorado. CNN would like to extend their deepest sympathies to the family and friends of Mr Worthington and we will be keeping our viewers updated on any developments as we receive them.”

The news had cycled over and over again. Alex had called Scott and Jean, but hadn't gotten an answer yet. He was ready to head out the school if they needed him too, but he wasn't going to intrude on their grief at the moment. He sat in the lounge, watching the news with a bottle in his hand. He hadn't cracked it open yet, but he was damn tempted. He tapped it against the side of his knee, restlessly, staring at the footage they showed, overhead shots of black smoke, rubble, a repeating cycle of Warren's public outing, photo ops of him at various functions, even one of him with Ari, snapped candidly at a restaurant.

According to the news, they'd found debris from the plane, but there was no hope of recovering any bodies, not from the small crew, not from Warren. Alex closed his eyes. He'd already put the headquarters on an alert. For all they knew this was related to what happened to Warren and Jet. No further attacks had happened since the rescue, but maybe... Maybe...

God, this was horrible. Alex felt so fucking helpless, and so damn miserable. He barely knew Warren, really to be honest, but Jesus, this was the worst thing he could imagine. Warren was a god damned hero and to die in a god damned plane crash? It made no sense. It made no fucking sense and it wasn't fair. You give up everything to try and make a difference, a normal life, normal loves, your safety, your sanity, all because you have the ability to do something important for the world, something selfless, and you get wiped out in a stupid accident... or maybe not an accident, but something so simple and banal. What the hell was the point, anymore? Where was their reward? Where was their happy ever after?

He remembered his first meetings with Warren, how much the Angel hated him and how he deserved it so much. He'd been selfish and miserable and felt like no one would ever understand or forgive... Angel had not done either, not at first, but, he'd been willing to try for Scott's sake, his love for the older brother more important than his hatred for the younger. He hadn't been welcoming, hadn't been nice, but he had, at least, been fair, and having that unbiased, though blunt, attitude, helped him to re-evaluate who he was and who he wanted to be. Scott was always someone that Alex would never live up to, but the Angel, ironically, was someone he was could maybe meet halfway.

He leaned his head back, and tapped it lightly on the couch back a couple times, as the news droned on and on about the crash, the death, the tragedy...

Alex popped the bottle cap with too practiced swiftness, and held it loosely, a little disturbed that it fit so nicely in his hand.
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Lorna Dane
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Lorna stepped quietly into the lounge, arms wrapped around her torso, hugging herself, searching for a small shred of comfort. Her green eyes, red rimmed and tired fixed on her boyfriend, unwilling to look at the television that still played the news of Warren’s death, images of his life flashing across the screen as though those few pictures could sum up a man. She had different memories of him, memories of the first time she had seen him and realised this guy who she’d seen on tv and in magazines was actually a mutant and one of the X-Men. For a while, Lorna had been a little tongue tied in his presence but he had always been gentle and considerate with her, coaxing her out of her shell, drawing her into the world of the Mansion, even comforting her as she struggled to deal with the after-effects of Malice’s possession of her mind. The thought that he was gone... it seemed too harsh. Her mind struggled with the unfairness of it all. They never seemed to get a break, X-Men and X-Factor alike and Warren was one of the six who had been fighting this battle the longest.

With a soft sigh, Lorna crossed towards the couch and took a seat next to Alex, drawing her legs up, body turned towards him as she rested her head on his shoulder. Reaching over to the other side of his leg, she picked up the TV remote and switched it off, the steady stream of images turning to a blank, the last one showing Warren, that familiar, easy smile on his lips. She swallowed the sharp wrench of loss as she dropped the remote and moved that hand to rest on Alex’s chest, gently stroking, the unusual warmth of his skin radiating comfortingly against her.

Her eyes drifted to the bottle, but knew that putting it down and not taking a drink had to be his decision, the outcome of his own battle in the same she had resisted the urge to turn to slicing into her own body. Whenever life turned difficult her first instinct was to reach for the blade to help her cope and the death of a friend was enough to have her running for it. She had resisted for the most part though, only a thin, shallow cut on the side of her wrist showing her inner turmoil. With a kiss to the side of his neck, she murmured a soft “I love you” before drawing back a little to deal with other matters.

“Have you managed to talk to Scott and Jean yet?” Lorna asked, knowing the leader of the X-Men would be taking this incredibly hard. “How is everyone else taking it?” Having taken herself to her room after the news broke, she had not seen the other team members, something she now felt a twinge of guilt for. “This is the last thing Jet needs.”
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He heard the soft footsteps, felt the slight pull of her powers. Magnetic energy was not the favored choice of his powers to absorb, cosmic and solar radiation taking the top spots on the menu, but his girlfriend left a vaguely metallic taste on his tongue like when you lick a 9 volt battery to test its charge, that was exciting and energizing, and that this moment very very wanted, despite the shame of the bottle in his hand. She turned the tv off, snuggling into him, comforting and seeking comfort all at once. His empty hand slipped around her shoulders, burying fingers deep into the amazing shock of green hair that was not only gorgeous but, and he knew it for a fact, was entirely natural. She kissed him, whispered that she loved him, and didn't mention that he was about a foot and a half from falling off the wagon again. Cracking open an eye, his gaze fell to her wrist and saw the evidence of her own slide. Funny how the destruction of someone else drove them both to their the destruction of themselves.

Alex shook his head at her question. "I left a message on Scotty's cell. He's not picking up, and neither is Jean. I called straight to the school switchboard, but all I got was a message that they wouldn't be issuing a statement at this time, blah blah. Scott's voice, calm and cool, but that doesn't really mean anything where my brother's concerned. I put the team on an alert in case this is more of that Scrambler stuff, but I haven't heard from anyone else. I've been alone in here for a while." He glanced down at the bottle and said, "Maybe too long alone... It's my first bottle," he muttered, looking up and meeting her eyes, "If that matters."

He realized with the out-of-body self awareness that he was in the lounge with an open bottle because he wanted someone to catch him and talk him out of it, and he knew that he should probably pick up the phone and call his sponsor but he wanted to hurt right now, he wanted to hurt himself for still being here when someone like Warren wasn't.
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“Aw no, man,” Madrox said in disbelief at the sight before him on the television.

His normally laughing eyes were locked onto the screen. His hand ran through his hair, feeling the need to touch something solid, something real. This surely had to be a dream, or worse a nightmare. The news reel showed smoke ascending into the sky and then clips of the young blond man in his prime. It was fucking hard to believe. When Alex sent out a warning for the team to be ready, Jamie Madrox provided no jokes. Their friends had been kidnapped and tortured already and they would put a stop to it, permanently, if it were to happen again.

Madrox wasn’t terribly familiar with Warren Worthington III but knew about him. Warren was one of the good guys, one of the best. He had meant a lot to several of the members of X-Factor. Warren was a pillar of the mutant community. He had a lot of money to donate for mutants in need. Warren was influential in many aspects around the community had used his company to help make things more bearable for mutants.

Jamie Madrox was ready for the event that they would be mobilized to take out the scum that was behind Warren’s death. He had missed the mission to retrieve Warren and his teammate Jet from the clutches of the Scrambler. Jet was a great girl and would do anything for her friends. Jamie was furious that he felt so impotent since there was nothing he could do to help. The Multiple Man walked down to the main floor from his dorm room.

He found Alex and Lorna, the happy couple, in the main communal area. They were both red around the eyes and Jamie’s keen skills of deduction saw that Alex had hit the bottle once again. This was bad news. If their leader fell into a dark spiral of self destruction on top of this tragedy, the team could shake apart. “Hey guys,” Jamie said sullenly and then joked weakly, “Alex don’t you know you shouldn’t hold a bottle of ignitable liquids that close to something as hot as your girlfriend? You're playing with fire there, buddy.”
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Jet roamed on her computer, a spare she realized she had after giving her original computer to Madison to turn into a robot, while the small TV in her room played quietly. Normally she would go down into the lounge and watch something but the blonde had to check her e-mail. At first she didn’t notice the main topic of that nights’ news report. Not until one of the news anchors said Warren’s name. She turned her head and stared intently at the screen. It wasn’t until the report she realized her eyes were stinging, but it wasn’t from tears, her eyes were dry from not blinking. And then came a reaction that was not what she had even expected. She didn’t believe a word of the report, most would call it denial but for her there was a reason behind it.

Knowing who Warren is and having been through all he’s been through, she doubted with her whole heart that he couldn’t be killed by a jet plane crash. Plus the last time everyone thought someone was dead Lorna and Alex were at the front door. And the last time someone was dead a Scarlet Witch brought Jet back to life. All the jokes everyone liked to make ‘a mutant never stays dead’ was true on so many levels. The blonde was beginning to believe it. Although a part of her was worried she’d open the front door to find an important part for a jet plane lying on the ground.

With that thought in mind Jet headed downstairs and to the Headquarters front door. Holding in a deep breath she opened it to find nothing. With a sigh of relief she closed the door and headed to the kitchen to get a little something to eat. Since her kidnapping and torture the blonde was slowing gaining her appetite back. She walked into the lounge and saw, Jamie, Lorna, and Alex with a bottle in his hand.

Her eyes went wide. She walked in to catch the last part of Jamie’s statement and chimed in before Alex could answer while holding out her hand, “If he doesn’t give me that bottle of what I think that’s a bottle of, then I’ll be pulling a Terry Tate on ya bossman.” At the moment she was more concerned about Havok falling off the wagon then she should have been about Warren’s death.
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As Alex looked at himself in the slowly fogging bathroom mirror he couldn't help but grimace. His misadventures the previous night had left several large bruises on his torso, already they'd turned dark purple and had started to swell. Not to mention ache every time he moved. It was times like these that the young X-factorite wished that the medical clinic across the way was open, to fix him up and send him on his way. Although with all the shit that went on in mutant town a vigilante with a few nasty bruises would probably be at the bottom of the treatment list. Besides, chicks dug battle scars. At least that's what Alex told himself as he flicked on the radio he like to listen to while in he shower.

"Again, we're returning to our top story of the apparent death of" Alex didn't know who had moved the dial to a news station, but he didn't need to be depressed first thing in the morning. Or night rather. It didn't take him long to find his main stay station and he took his first tentative steps into the boiling hot shower accompanied by Queen's greatest hits.

As he washed the previous day's filth and grim off, his mind wandered. He wondered why Havok had put the team on alert, but didn't see fit to rouse everyone to arms as he lathered on body wash. He thought about how Jet was holding up as he extracted a liberal amount of shampoo from the bottle and into his hand. He hated that he hadn't been there for her, but she was more or less alright despite him not rushing to her aid. Which was the important thing after all, even if she was depowered. How long could that really last anyways, He mused as he exited the shower and began drying himself off, to the tune of Killer Queen no less.

His thoughts turned to breakfast, or dinner if someone else was already making it, as he headed down stairs in sweat pants, a t-shirt, and Christmas socks, still drying his hair with the towel. With a little natural blow drying his hair was a nearly dry mess when he made it to the lounge. He didn't smell any food as he neared the communal space, so that was a bummer, but when he entered he discovered several of his team members were already there. Gathered for dinner mayhaps? A boy could hope. But there wasn't anything hopeful on the faces of his friends.

"What's with the long faces. You guys looked like someone died." While he started rather cheerfully, he realized that it was very possible that someone they knew had died and his voice died at the very. He swallowed for a second before continuing. "Oh my god. Did someone die?
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Lorna nodded quietly as Alex explained about his attempts to phone Scott and the absence of the rest of the team. She was worried, of course, about the inhabitants of the Mansion were taking it, but currently her main concern was Alex and how close he was to falling, to wiping out months of hard work and denial. Her hand closed over Alex’s larger one as it circled the neck of the bottle. “Do you want me to take it?” Lorna asked, looking steadily at Alex, knowing this had to be his choice, but that she could help him along the way. He was always so strong about it, seeming to have almost mastered his addiction but now she could see his need for someone else to intervene. More than once she had cut herself in places where people were likely to walk into, secretly desperate for someone to find out and help her.

The sound of footsteps carrying someone to the communal area was soon joined by a voice and Lorna looked up to see Jamie, a slight, grateful smile touching her lips at his words. The joke was a good way to deal with it, no blame or accusations and something Alex would hopefully respond to, maybe even more so than her quiet urgings. Jet entered at that moment and Lorna’s concerned green eyes moved immediately to the older woman, wondering how she was dealing with the news. She seemed quite calm, unusually so, no sign of tears being shed. Lorna had suspected before the torture, though never asked Jet about it, that Warren was something more than a friend to Jet, or at the very least, she liked him as something more. This calm seemed very strange.

“Jet..” Lorna began, biting down lightly on her lip as she looked between Alex and Jamie before back to their team mate. “You have watched the news today, right? About Wa-” Her words were cut off by the arrival of Legard, drawing in a breath and wincing slightly at his casual comment. She nodded slowly in response to the question which immediately followed. “Yes, someone died... Warren... Angel.” She wished she hadn’t used his codename, it seemed too cruelly ironic in the face of the loss of his wings and now his death. “His plane crashed or exploded. The details are a little confused, but whatever happened, Warren was killed.” Lorna said, feeling the sharp twinge of tears around her eyes and in the back of her throat, naturally leaning a little closer into Alex.
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Alex met Lorna's eyes as her hand closed over his. He sought in her gaze some kind of reproach, some kind of pity, some kind of anger... something to make him feel as bad as he desperately needed to feel right now, because if he felt bad, if he hurt, maybe it would somehow make it up to Warren for how much pain he had caused him on their first meetings. It was stupid, and wherever Warren was now, he sure wasn't thinking about asshole Alex Summers and his issues, but Alex now felt very guilty for having escaped death on the battlefield ShadowX had turned the school into... Warren should have had that opportunity, that gift at a second chance. The thoughts were so jumbled in his head right now, he knew none of it made sense...

But what did make sense was Lorna's hand over his and her quiet offer of support, even as others came into the room and offered theirs in their own way. He lifted his fingers, and loosened his grip, letting her take the bottle away from him, opened, but untouched. He was going to have to call his sponsor tonight, was going to have to go to a meeting, was going to have to decide what the hell he was going to be here.

Legard sauntered in, and inserted his foot straight into his mouth. Lorna took over for what Alex couldn't say, and he knew he was being so selfish, right now. She'd known Warren for years longer than he had, he'd been instrumental in saving her from Malice. Her voice caught and she leaned into him, and, like it had so often when the two of them were caught in drama, the roles flip flopped. They fit together like two interlocking blocks tumbled in the air. When one was hurting, the other was there to be supportive, and then the blocks would roll and the strong would become the weak and the weak become the strong. It was not like Scott and Jean's relationship, where the two were almost seamless in their joining, but it was still very real and very necessary.

Lorna curled in on him, tears in her eyes, and his arms were around her, his need for the comfort of the bottle replaced in an instant by his need to comfort his girl. He stroked her green hair, gently.

"The news doesn't know much yet," Alex said, "But if this wasn't an accident, we'll find out who did it. If this was an assassination, it will not go unpunished."
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