With a whimper--Chapter3--Stripped your speech
Title: With a whimper
Author: Amaroqwolf_inc
Rating: pg-13.
Synopsis: When the Mutant Registration act goes into effect, things change very rapidly. And our Mutant hero's are in for some Dark Days ahead.
A/N:JudasMalfoy inspired me to write this, Each Chapter has a song for it. I will post the song and who did it at the head of each chapter so you can either A. find it and Download it. Or B. Just know what song I'm using LOL!
Song for: Prologue and Chapter 1: Dazed and Abused by Seether
Song for Chapter 2: Lies By Evenescence.
Song for Chapter 3: Stripped your Speech by CKY
X-posted on x_slashAmaroqwolf_inc
When you don't feel the cold it hard sometimes to understand why other people are cold. That first night in those tents, under the ever watchful eye of Magneto. With John and Kitty it was weird to watch them huddle together for warmth while I sat by myself. Watching them it was amazing how much John had changed sense the last time I'd seen him.
He was quite which in itself was a god send because before he never knew when to shut up. But I suppose getting blown up can change the need to talk. Its obvious he has trouble getting around, just the way his leg moves when he sits or stands up. The last time he'd gotten up when the dark haired girl had come up with some food, it had been obvious he was struggling to not cry out. Didn't they give medical attention out here, I had to wait for Kitty to finally fall asleep wrapping herself in one of the bed rolls to get the chance to pull john off to the side.
“What happened to you?” I asked.
He just stared at me and shook his head trying to move away, trying to not answer my questions. I didn't mean to get angry but we were all in the same boat now, we shouldn't be hiding things from each other. I pushed him into the wall and watched in almost grim satisfaction when pain welled in his eyes.
“What happened to you?” I repeated, less questioning more demanding this time.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at me coldly. I could see an urge to do damage coming in his eyes. “what happened” He hissed fire in his tone, I waited for him to set me on fire. “The Army happened, they set explosives and those of us that didn't die are now in concentration camps!” he snarled his voice never raising. “Were will be tourtured, ripped apart and exprimented on!” He continued. “Wanna know how I survived that?”
I was quite waiting to see what he would say, the fire suddenly went out in his eyes and he looked down ashamed hurting, who knew really but him. I released my death grip on him and pulled him away from the wall. “Let me see.”
He stared at me silent as a mouse now, I had a feeling no one had really seen the damage done to him until now. It wasn't just physical damage no. There was mental damage done here as well. “John,” I whispered.
He shook his head. “I can't Bobby, Its not that simple, it'll all heal someday.” He whispered.
I shook my head and pushed him into the wall again and we fought, he tried his best to keep me from winning but in short order I had him pinned face first against the wall and I could see the damage done to his back, scars slid up and down his back. “Let me see your knee,” I whispered.
He blinked hanging his head he turned around to face me again. He stared at me for along time and I was almost tempted to tell him to forget it. Before I could speak though he undid his jeans and slowly shucked them down exposing his damaged and twisted limb.
I had to bite my lip to resist my own pain at what I was seeing. It was as if someone, it wasn't hard to tell who, had taken a hard piece of metal and incased his leg in it. Holding the damaged limb in place. I reached out and touched the leg watching the scared flesh twitch.
“Oh john,”
“Its fine,” He said pulling his pants on again looking down ashamed.
“Who did that to you?” Like I didn't know.
He rolled his eyes at me as he finished buttoning his pants. “Who do you think, it keeps it strong.” He growled.
“That's a lie you can barley use it,” I insisted.
“I'll be fine.” He stated with a sigh and slowly sat down streching the damaged limb out in front of himself.
I looked at him then sighed and sat down beside him looking at the fire in the middle of the room. Watching the flames dance and change shape. I wished I had left the X-jet with John that day up at Alkli Lake. Gone with him, maybe John wouldn't be in the shape he was in now. But, everything happens for a reason and were here now, together again.
I guess when your born,
A person is a hard drive,
And the hard drives not full.
The more time you spend with certain people the more information you gather.
Your friends change you with their presence.
You steal phrases,
and bits and pieces of knowledge on all kinds of levels.
It's a state of constant metamorphosis.”
Ville Valo.
Author: Amaroqwolf_inc
Rating: pg-13.
Synopsis: When the Mutant Registration act goes into effect, things change very rapidly. And our Mutant hero's are in for some Dark Days ahead.
A/N:JudasMalfoy inspired me to write this, Each Chapter has a song for it. I will post the song and who did it at the head of each chapter so you can either A. find it and Download it. Or B. Just know what song I'm using LOL!
Song for: Prologue and Chapter 1: Dazed and Abused by Seether
Song for Chapter 2: Lies By Evenescence.
Song for Chapter 3: Stripped your Speech by CKY
X-posted on x_slashAmaroqwolf_inc
When you don't feel the cold it hard sometimes to understand why other people are cold. That first night in those tents, under the ever watchful eye of Magneto. With John and Kitty it was weird to watch them huddle together for warmth while I sat by myself. Watching them it was amazing how much John had changed sense the last time I'd seen him.
He was quite which in itself was a god send because before he never knew when to shut up. But I suppose getting blown up can change the need to talk. Its obvious he has trouble getting around, just the way his leg moves when he sits or stands up. The last time he'd gotten up when the dark haired girl had come up with some food, it had been obvious he was struggling to not cry out. Didn't they give medical attention out here, I had to wait for Kitty to finally fall asleep wrapping herself in one of the bed rolls to get the chance to pull john off to the side.
“What happened to you?” I asked.
He just stared at me and shook his head trying to move away, trying to not answer my questions. I didn't mean to get angry but we were all in the same boat now, we shouldn't be hiding things from each other. I pushed him into the wall and watched in almost grim satisfaction when pain welled in his eyes.
“What happened to you?” I repeated, less questioning more demanding this time.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at me coldly. I could see an urge to do damage coming in his eyes. “what happened” He hissed fire in his tone, I waited for him to set me on fire. “The Army happened, they set explosives and those of us that didn't die are now in concentration camps!” he snarled his voice never raising. “Were will be tourtured, ripped apart and exprimented on!” He continued. “Wanna know how I survived that?”
I was quite waiting to see what he would say, the fire suddenly went out in his eyes and he looked down ashamed hurting, who knew really but him. I released my death grip on him and pulled him away from the wall. “Let me see.”
He stared at me silent as a mouse now, I had a feeling no one had really seen the damage done to him until now. It wasn't just physical damage no. There was mental damage done here as well. “John,” I whispered.
He shook his head. “I can't Bobby, Its not that simple, it'll all heal someday.” He whispered.
I shook my head and pushed him into the wall again and we fought, he tried his best to keep me from winning but in short order I had him pinned face first against the wall and I could see the damage done to his back, scars slid up and down his back. “Let me see your knee,” I whispered.
He blinked hanging his head he turned around to face me again. He stared at me for along time and I was almost tempted to tell him to forget it. Before I could speak though he undid his jeans and slowly shucked them down exposing his damaged and twisted limb.
I had to bite my lip to resist my own pain at what I was seeing. It was as if someone, it wasn't hard to tell who, had taken a hard piece of metal and incased his leg in it. Holding the damaged limb in place. I reached out and touched the leg watching the scared flesh twitch.
“Oh john,”
“Its fine,” He said pulling his pants on again looking down ashamed.
“Who did that to you?” Like I didn't know.
He rolled his eyes at me as he finished buttoning his pants. “Who do you think, it keeps it strong.” He growled.
“That's a lie you can barley use it,” I insisted.
“I'll be fine.” He stated with a sigh and slowly sat down streching the damaged limb out in front of himself.
I looked at him then sighed and sat down beside him looking at the fire in the middle of the room. Watching the flames dance and change shape. I wished I had left the X-jet with John that day up at Alkli Lake. Gone with him, maybe John wouldn't be in the shape he was in now. But, everything happens for a reason and were here now, together again.
I guess when your born,
A person is a hard drive,
And the hard drives not full.
The more time you spend with certain people the more information you gather.
Your friends change you with their presence.
You steal phrases,
and bits and pieces of knowledge on all kinds of levels.
It's a state of constant metamorphosis.”
Ville Valo.