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| Finally moving on; Lucia/Open | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 9 2010, 04:00 PM (222 Views) | |
| Titan | Oct 9 2010, 04:00 PM Post #1 |
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October 9th 1am Kane was currently sitting out by the lake alone, he had spent a lot of time doing that recently. It had linked back to his meeting with Jean many months ago after a confrontation with some of the students. Kane had not always been the best person to get alone with but after Jo’s death he had become a much more angry and closed off individual. It hadn’t been on purpose but his deep seeded rage against himself and human kind had been slowly but surely eating away at the tall mutant. After all he believed it was his fault for Jo’s death and also because of the fact that he didn’t want to be forgiven for her death, he had been sick of the pitying looks he had been given and that amount of people who had claimed to know that it was the way she would have wanted to go, quickly. They didn't see her though. When she had died she didn't deserve to die that way, they didn't have to go and confirm it was her body, Kane had tried his best to get over it but it was simply to hard for him after all the fact that he had to bury his wife and unborn baby no man should have to do that. Looking down at himself in the water he couldn’t help but see rage as at the same time as seeing a broken widower that he had been ashamed of him for formerly being but also on some days he saw himself as the reason for the death of his wife. Also looking back on his actions when he had joined the school, the fact he had picked a fight with a group of children had not been his finest moment but he had finally been able to get control of the anger that he held inside of him. Turning and picking a football up he drop kicked it out of his hands and across the lake and hit a tree. “Why did she have to die.” He said softly to himself. |
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