Penance
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She doesn't talk much, but you can tell, she is deep in thought.
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Post by Penance on Nov 15, 2005 8:24:23 GMT -5
Penance was normally not the one to start fights. Since becoming-well, herself, she had been looking more to be one person, rather than the three others she once was. However, she hadn’t been human in so long… she hadn’t been herself in an even longer time… how was she supposed to answer being a teacher when a child much like herself resided here? As for now, the question wouldn’t be answered.
She wasn’t stupid she knew how to cloak herself from those who could only use their sense of sight to find her, after all, when you live in a world where you are only silent, you learn how to walk and move just as silently as you yourself are. However, she knew X was different- so her glowing orbs stayed on that girl as her body sunk to the floor and she sat like an animal would, crouching, snarling silently into the air.
However, she couldn’t avoid the sudden yell of Cessily Kincaid for Kevin, whom she assumed was the boy between her and the young girl, which caused her eyes to jump upwards, although most wouldn’t be able to tell, but she knew. The sudden movement made her stand and rear backwards into a flipflop, before swinging her feet underneath her and crouching a few feet back, tendril claws scrapping against the tiled floor as she eyed the girl.
I am the bad guy now? She let out a silent growl, but only her glowing blue orbs could be seen squinting as she indulged her powers and every light in the room suddenly burst with enormous amounts of energy sending light everywhere, before each exploded and left every kid in the dark. She could see, she knew Logan could see, and if the scent told her what she believed true, she knew the bitch could see too. Everyone else she was pretty sure they were in the dark, especially the metallic girl.
Eyes searched this metallic one out, hands outstretched, if you would call the clawed tendrils hands. Eyes narrowed, and snarl still upon her lips. She couldn’t stand this any longer, until she saw the most interesting thing… this metal girl, turned into a puddle of metallic liquid. Great, I have a body-less wonder after me… Fingers clashed in a ‘shink, shink’ noise before she began her slow move towards the metal girl.
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Jamie Hudson
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Nov 15, 2005 11:12:51 GMT -5
Jamie didn’t understand what was going on. He didn’t want to. Stuff like this shouldn’t happen in a place like this. Hate was for the real world. Where people were afraid of them. Afraid of what they didn’t know or understand. Maybe Jamie had a false hope that Xaviers would be different. That he could grow and learn with other people like him. Kevin didn’t seem so bad. Cess was nice. And X, she was just a little interesting. But seeing her go into that mode made him wonder. Then the professor standing with her was much the same. “Aren’t you going to do something to stop this? Isn’t that what teachers do…”
His eyes shot to Logan, as Kevin moved. The girl tucking herself away made the small little hairs on the back of his neck stand up for a moment. Then suddenly things went different. Cess cried out from the balcony and was leaping over the edge. Jamie moved forwards watching her form into a puddle of goo. It was the beginning of a very interesting day.
The metal girl landed close and aimed to stop the red girl. Turning around he watched as the other girl rolled back, then a pop of light and everything went dark. But he knew Cess was on the move and he heard the slice sound what almost sounded like scissors closing. Even in the dark Jamie rushed forwards. “Wait, Cess don’t.” Not being able to really see he wasn’t sure what was going on. If she’d moved into action or if the other girl had. Even the other people around, but suddenly he stopped.
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X
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If you aren't the monster, than what does that make me?
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Post by X on Nov 15, 2005 12:50:55 GMT -5
Somewhere deep in her mind this new red skinned one reminded her of another. Something about her, her skin no....she didn't know anyone with red skin. Nor eyes of solid blue, nor strapped in leather. Something just sent things through her, feelings of being threatened, of distrust. Everything about her was on alert. It wasn't like the girl with the electric arms. She was different, she was someone X23 still had to apologize to. This, this was most worse.
It hit her like everything else did, in calculated thoughts, yes she knew why she didn't like her, why the red skin threatened her. Those hands, those clawed fingers they reminded her of someone. Someone older, someone with a uniform for a samarai. Someone who she fought once before. Yes, Lady Deathstrike. A fowl woman, a woman whom she vowed to kill one day. A woman who would forever make her hate the sharp claws of others.
A burst of sounds flooded into her ears. The metal girl, Cessily yelled something. Kevin even spoke to her trying to calm her down, and then about how this was going wrong. The one on the landing with a familiar scent to him that she met earlier was on the move. The nail on the chalkboard sound of claws against the floor and Logan reacting and telling everyone to just calm down. The lights were out something she did not like. A fight was coming and X would not allow the red skin to hurt anyone. Something inside her snapped and she could not control it. Like when she killed Sarah or her Master or even Rice. Quickly she sprung.
In the dark she moved, her own claws in her feet coming through and out her boot. In one swift motion she would move to stop the red skin who put them all in the horrible dark. Her claws on her knuckles flew through the air. The only problem was that in the heat of it all something went wrong. Someone stepped in the way who she not have. That Jamie boy stepped right into her line and now had two sets of claws in his chest. She could feel the warm blood on her hands, smell in the air and taste it. Her eyes were red now, glowing, feral in state and she yelled with a aggrivated growl. She had not realized who she hit until it was very much to late.
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Penance
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She doesn't talk much, but you can tell, she is deep in thought.
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Post by Penance on Nov 15, 2005 13:11:08 GMT -5
Before she could even reach, nearly reach rather, the metal girl, her body stopped dead in its tracks. She felt a change in the now thick air and she snarled her silent snarl once more. The strange one like Wolverine was on the move. She stayed crouched and narrowed her blue orbs towards the group before her. She could see everyone… she could see…
Eyes widened as she rose and began to run, pushing Wolverine out of the way with her strapped shoulder. However, she was too late. The action had already happened. Her body skidded to a halt as the scent of iron filled her nostrils. Someone was injured. Eyes narrowed as she moved again, this time taking the Wolverinesque girl down, blood splattering against her cheeks as she dislodged X23 from Jamie.
Her claws slashed at X as they both slid across the marble floor, soon separating from the force of the blow. Using her hands she skidded to a stop and moved quickly once more, forcing herself on her feet and attacking the girl named X once more, this time by grabbing her by the foot and sending her flying towards the nearest wall. As the girl was let go, however, Penance felt something strike her arm, but not doing damage… eyes turned towards the boy on the floor, ignoring the girl she just swung.
Moving as quickly as possibly, she was at his side biting her lip and looking to see if he was alright. Just then the emergency lights turned on, and the puddle of red liquid was forming around her and this boy who had just fallen.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Nov 15, 2005 13:21:43 GMT -5
Things were different for Logan. Sure he’d returned to the manor but there was something more. Down in one of the medical rooms used for the X-Men was a team mate. Gambit. Remy LeBeau. He could remember that rainy night he went to New Orleans. He was too late to do anything. It all changed. They all felt the strain, maybe Jean more than them all. She left. And it was only a matter of time before he did the same. Part of the reason why he was shocked to be asked back by Emma Frost.
More than the job was on his mind. A dear friend or two were. Namely Rogue. A mutant with incredible powers and an incredible curse. On some level Logan connected with her. When he stopped hearing from her it worried him. No one else had even gotten any word, she’d just disappeared. Rogue hadn’t even been by the Manor to look in on a comatose Remy. They had an complicated relationship. But they loved each other. Logan knew the only thing he could do, the only person he could turn to was Jean Gray.
He called her before he left for New York. Told her what was on his mind, and then commented about the Manor needing a good doctor. Even if Emma wouldn’t ask. Wolverine knew Jean was the best one for the job. All of those events brought him to then and now. There were yells from the kids around him. Lights flickering, then going off. Logan could still smell and hear, watching the darkness for movements. “Kids stay out of this.” He was trying to protect them. He failed. A girl from above leapt into action, and it resulted in a chain of events. X moved from beside him and he heard the sound of adamantium claws hitting a soft mark, a gurgled cry. It wasn’t Penece it was a boy. He could smell his blood.
“No!” Logan shouted rushing forward to where it had happened. The boy was now lying on the ground and Wolverine’s own claws sunk back into his flesh. Hand tapped the boys cheek. “Come on kid, stay with me. Come on.” He growled in frustration as he shot a glare in the darkness. It was time for him to bark some orders. Jaw tensed as he shifted in his crouch. He couldn’t tell how much injury there was not without light. “Penny step down. NOW! Kids, move away… find me a medical kit. Something to stop the bleeding. And I need some damn light!” The double doors of the manor’s entry opened up wide, flooding the area with a square area of light. He could see now the blood covering the ground and the young man he was trying to help. Shifting Logan picked him up in his arms and looked towards the door where a figure stood. The emergancy lights on over head soon flickered on.
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Jamie Hudson
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Nov 15, 2005 13:47:42 GMT -5
Everything was happening too fast. Faster than he could have even expected things to change or go. The dark made it hard to see, let alone know what was going on around him. He could hear Kevin trying to calm X down. The man who seemed a lot like X, trying to keep them out of the way. Out of trouble. There was something about him. Jamie couldn’t place it. He could feel his heart racing, chest rising a falling with breath. Then there was a sound behind him and he turned. Breath caught in his throat as pain shot through his chest. Something happened. Sharp. Like blades were thrust into his chest. He gave out a gurgled cry. The feeling reawaking the same feeling when his mutant powers had come into play. There was so much pain. And he could feel his own blood running against his chest and shirt.
X was shoved away from him and he staggered to hold his balance. Trying to focus. Trying to kill the pain of. Use his mutant abilities. It was getting harder to breath. There were sound of fighting as he coughed, blood landing on the floor. Usually he could handle pain. Even the feel of Kevin’s touch. This was like something new. He felt light headed and knees no longer wanted to support his weight, stumbling he tried to catch himself on some one but couldn’t, James collapsed on the ground. He felt a large hand against his cheek and a voice above him. “Come on kid, stay with me. Come on.” “It’s…it’s not working.”
There was a hint of fear in his voice. He’d never experienced something like this, and didn’t know how to react, how to respond. Gasping his hand moved grabbing Logan’s forearm. “…I can’t…” Eyes danced back and forth he could tell where Logan was but there was someone else at his side he couldn’t see who it was until light filled the room. Other hand pressed against his chest, his palm becoming red with blood. He couldn’t really remember bleeding, when shi powers activated he was usually able to heal quickly. “It won’t…” He could feel his body being lifted from the ground by the man, and Jamie tried to keep consciousness. Hoping that if he could he could make himself go ghost, heal anything. But his eyes closed as his hand released it’s grip on Logan’s shirt.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Nov 15, 2005 15:11:46 GMT -5
No one blamed her for leaving. After killing a man and being stripped of one’s primary mutant ability it was enough to send even the most stable of couples (like Scott and Jean) into a spiral of irreconcilable differences. There were many other reasons she’d left besides the mistake she’d made when the Shadow King returned. Emma was one. After the incident, the Bostonian bitch played little mind games with her. Jean’s paranoia grew. The gap between her and Scott widened. And it didn’t help that she was leaving on business in Gotham or Metropolis every other week.
Jean thought the incident was isolated. That the attack on her life was just due to the open nature of her work, and her registered status as a mutant. Magneto was always hot-tempered about the mutant registration act, but she doubted it was one of the Brotherhood. It was only after the call from Wolverine that she’d packed a few things and decided to see some old faces. Advancements in her research made her hopeful that she might finally be able to help Gambit awaken, and now with the disappearance of Rogue, she was concerned that there was a bigger picture she was neglecting to see.
Doors spread wide, and Jean stood in the vestibule for a few moments, her eyes peering into the darkness and the hollow faces the upturned to look at her. They were all scared, save one. She locked gaze with Logan, reading the grim situation for what it was. It was time for her to act. Questions would have to come later. “Move!” Jean shouted to the crowd of students, the room flooding with additional lights as the generator kicked in. “Logan, get him downstairs, now!”
Jean ran alongside Wolverine toward the elevator, fingers winding her long red hair into a twist as she fished an elastic band over the untidy mass of crimson. Feet pounded, her motions were on doctoral instinct. Doors shouldered open, drawers long unexplored ripped open as she snapped on latex and then set to work looking over the extensive damage. “How long has he been down..?!” Jean pushed the IV line into Jamie’s vein at the crook of his elbow, pushing meds into the saline mix line; Adding a second unit of blood into the other arm. Digits grabbed hold of his shirt, cutting it quickly from his torso. The twin puncture wounds were almost square in his chest. Similar to the marks Logan would have left if the attack had come from him. Jean wondered about them as she worked, her hands going over to the tray, then back to the boy. Monitor showed the heart went into defibrillation, and then stopped.
“Damn it his lung collapsed. I need to get a chest tube in... Logan, hold pressure here!” He grabbed Wolverine's hand, placing it hard against the wound. "He's bleeding out." Her hand flashed out, pulling the drawer open as she pointed. The packaged chest tube sailed into her gloved hand. Jands ripped the instrument free, and she worked the line into his side, hoping to give his lung the much needed airway. The once telepath worked like a tireless machine, rounding the gurney to tilt his head back, pinch his nose, push air into his lungs, listen, push again, and then start compressions. Tendrils of her hair had come loose. Blood smeared across her cheek, her hands coated with red.
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X
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If you aren't the monster, than what does that make me?
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Post by X on Nov 15, 2005 22:13:04 GMT -5
When the lights shone on the red glint in her eyes seemed to glisten just a bit more. They hurt her senses really, like anyone being in the dark and being brought into the light can have its horrible concequences. Her deep growls did not subside as the nostrils on her nose flared. Something somewhat charismatic and trademark of Logan himself. Slightly pointed canines seemed even more dangerous as she was in her primal stage. Every angry moment of her life like so many other times she had fought was flooding into her, driving her further to continue on with whomever she assaulted. Looking to end the score and rid herself of the pain. But something wasn't right.
Suddenly the red skin flew through the air and tackled her like what seemed a ton of bricks. How it could be she was unsure, X had thought she was the one who got her attack full on. The claws slide from their target as clean as they slide in. Blood spewing from the body and covering her own arms and hands and even a bit of her face when her claws exited. The red drips and splotches made a rather unattractive mess on her and the one who tackled her.
The force of the tackle was great, she knew that. Mainly because they slide across the floor at such a great speed. She let out a yell from the sudden pain of ten claws trailing and cutting deep along her arms and face. But the one who tackled her was gone and her small form slide right into the wall. Causing a painting and a vase near by to fall to the floor and smash. She hissed a bit and leapt into a ready crouched position for another attack. Ready indeed. The blood from her own minor wounds trickling down along her skin and burning across like dye. She glared towards the red skin who stood near by as ready as she was, but something finally click into X's mind. If she didn't attack the red skin then who got in her claws way. That was when she saw it, Weapon X and some red haired woman she only saw previously for moments before were rushing off with the Jamie boy.
X felt everything in her sink. Her eyes returned to their docile green, a shocked look ran over her expression. Eyes wide with not only the fear of the realization that she harmed someone she really very much did not want to, but also the rememberance of what happened the last time she missed her target. It took her hours of pain before the healing left enough for her to return to the base. The thought of the past, the thought of the present, the thought of what might come and the thought of that the ghost one might just die because of her shifted something in her mind. Lowly she spoke.."I didn't.....no.." the only time she ever held any sign of fear, even the slightest was now. "I'm..sorry.." her small low voice quivered. Suddenly she sprinted, away from everyone, away from this room, out the front door. She didn't belong here. She knew this once before when she tried, she knew this now. She just didn't belong here. This is what happens when one tries, and fails as she was meant to.
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Nov 16, 2005 21:41:45 GMT -5
“Nice timing…” Logan shifted the boy in his arms as he moved, he couldn’t have been more relieved to see Jean standing in the doorway. She rushed forwards getting him moving again. Eyes scanned over the faces of the kids. His last glance was on X. It was mixed hard to read. He was upset about what happened. That he couldn’t stop them from happening. “How long has he been down?” “A few moments. The lights went out when it happened.” His cowboy boots shuffled against the ground as he rushed besides her into the medical bay. It had been a long time since he’d been there. The last time he held Gambit in his arms. Suddenly it felt very similar. The whole aura of it. Muscles in his jaw tensed as he set the boy down. Jean quickly got to work trying to stabilize the boy. What kind of teacher was he going to be if he couldn’t get kids to listen to him. He looked away, a few rooms down was the isolation room where Remy still lie. Logan listened to everything the sounds of the room, the boys ragged breath. The smell of blood was overwhelming. Then the tone. Eyes snapped back to Jean as she moved quickly grabbing his hand. Holding the pressure she said. It wasn’t working as she tried the compressions and CPR to get the boy breathing again. Logan didn’t even know his name but moved grabbing Jean’s hand as she lifted from the compressions. He saw the look in her eyes. That wild fierceness and hurt. Logan swallowed. “Jeanie…He’s lost too much blood. I haven’t been here long enough to know who the healers are. But I know two people who have healing in their blood. X…” He released her hand moving away from the bed. Bloodied hands rummaged though pulling up a tube and a needle. He moved handing her one end of it to insert into the iv in Jamie’s arm. “And me. If Angel boys blood can heal people…and my blood has healing factor, theoretically isn’t it worth a shot?”
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Wither
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Post by Wither on Nov 17, 2005 0:42:35 GMT -5
First thing he could think of was X. But the sudden blur of red in the darkness, the wind that caused his hair to dance a bit, made his eyes widen as well. The moment passed, and the scent of iron made his nostrils twitch, before he heard the sound of X and Penance hitting hard.
However the noise that caused the hair upon his arms to rise and his skin to bump was both X and Penance’s claws scrapping against the floor. His head shook as the hair on the nape of his neck rose and he shuddered slightly. “X!” He stumbled forward, but his body was pushed aside by Logan who was carrying his new roommate down to the medlab. “Jamie!”
"I didn't.....no.." the voice was small and weak, not like he was used to. “I'm..sorry.." X suddenly took off in a hurry, one he could never have matched, but he would find her. Mark his words he would find her.
“X!” Turning around quickly as the lights went on, his eyes met with Cessily’s. “Go down with Jamie… I’m going to find Xevannah… Cess please God make sure he’s alright.” He took a deep breath and a gulp before turning on heal. His eyes made contact with Penance, who just stared at him blankly then at the blood upon the floor. The facial impression he made was of mixed emotions… fear, hate, sadness. Instead of arguing interiorly with them, he took off running after X.
Sadly… Wither wouldn’t find her… not anytime soon at least.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Nov 17, 2005 1:04:34 GMT -5
“One, two, three-” Breathlessly Jean forced her arms down in succession, her eyes glancing up to Wolverine, “-four, five.” Jean could read it on his face. He knew the boy was dying and that she was failing as a doctor. Jean pulled in on her lower lip, her brow wrinkling as she looked away from Logan’s piercing stare, moving to give him mouth to mouth. He caught her wrist; looked at her with a stare that spoke volumes.
“Jeanie… She tensed, flexing skin hard against the edge of her jaw; swallowing. Blood stood out on her pale skin, streaking an angry smear across her cheek like macabre rouge. “He’s lost too much blood.” “No. I can do this, Just-” Jean felt his grip tighten just a bit, as he cut off her words and put the syringe and tubing into her hand. She looked over to Jamie’s face, ‘Blue, my god his lips are blue.’ “Sit down,” Jean gestured to a chair, sliding it across the floor with a mild exercise in telekinetics. The needle went in quickly, replacing the unit that was already empty. She snapping off the blood streaked gloves, threw on a fresh pair, and knelt down next to Wolverine. The rubber hose was tied off, her fingers brushed over his unblemished skin.
Healing factor; it always amazed her. She’d always expected his hands to be rough, for calluses to burr against her skin when he touched her, but his hands were genteel, even if he wasn’t. The needle depressed, blood spilled, and she looked up at him. Memory struck of the first time she’d met him; but that time when the needle went into his skin he’d attacked, wrapping his IV lines about her throat so tightly she wasn’t even able to make a sound.
She pressed a strip of tape over the needle, and returned to Jamie’s side; to the chest compressions, the mouth to mouth. He had been flat-lined for over two minutes. He was dead. It didn’t stop her. “Come on kid-” Jean ignored the cracking of ribs as she pushed against his chest harder and harder, ignored the hair was in her face, the sweat and blood on her skin, Logan’s eyes on her. Dr. Grey was honed in on the young boy who lay dead on her table. “-come on! Damn it.” She hated this part of her job, hated that the loss of her psychic abilities was going to cripple her ability to save another patient. She couldn’t connect with his mind, keep him here on the astral plane until her hands could finish their work..
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Jamie Hudson
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Post by Jamie Hudson on Nov 17, 2005 2:27:31 GMT -5
Jamie couldn’t remember closing his eyes. It just happened. Perhaps it was the pain. Maybe it was the stress. More than likely it was the loss of blood. In away he still felt everything around him. That part of him was grounded, but it faded out. Everything went black. Even though it felt like his eyes were open he couldn’t see anything. Feel, smell or touch anything. He tried to look around then he heard them. The horse whispers. The sounds the voices. It was low at first sounding distant, then it was every where around him at once. A breathless gasp and everything came into view. Turning around he saw it all. The darkness was replaced by a different darkness. Like some plane he’d never been. Was this what it was like when he went phantom?
The voices were like echoes. Some whispers, others yells. Some of them backwards and he couldn’t understand. He saw them all, and they saw him. Those who refused to pass. Those of the living. And the hostile. He moved turning again. It was like a bad nightmare, eyes closed. When they opened again he saw himself, the man who’d carried him down and a woman, perhaps a doctor trying to save him. “– come on! Damn it.” Eyes scanned up to the machines they were single toned. He was dead. He’d died before, it couldn’t be possible. Form moved to his body and he lie down. And then tried to sit up quickly. Body still lie on the bed. The doctor had stopped for a moment to the man. He watched the blood transferring through the tube to the IV in his inner elbow. Looking down he felt almost a pinch, then pressure on his chest. The red head had started compressions again. He lie back hoping to stick, reconnect with his body. “I’m not DEAD!”
There was a pulse in the real world, a slow beat, just one. Then nothing. For a few long moments nothing, then it slowly started. Jamie tried to get his body to respond but it wouldn’t. He couldn’t feel anything anymore. Pushing away he looked back over the adults and his body. How was he going to get back? Eyes turned down the hall there was something down there. A guy. Moving forward he walked through the wall getting closer to what he felt but phantom form wouldn’t move any further. It was like something was pulling him away. The world past by him quickly, as if everything was moving in fast forward. He saw Cess heading towards the med-bay. Kevin standing on the grass then nothing. It slowed as he reached where ever he had the connection to. But he felt eyes on him, like someone was watching him. Then he saw her X. The girl who’d been so intrigued with his regeneration. But why, a dull pain in his chest burned for a moment as he saw her, and he realized. She’d stabbed him. Jamie knew she didn’t mean it. Ghostly touch reached out for her.
In the med-lab, his heart beat was getting stronger, but he was in a comatose state. The bleeding had stopped and the transfusion was working. Something about Logan’s blood, not just the healing factor was helping. Keeping him at least physically alive, barely. Anytime Jamie tried to move away and head back to the mansion he was pulled back to X. Like he was connected to her. Would she feel it. A cold chill ran through him. There was something dark out there…something very dark.
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Post by Mercury on Nov 17, 2005 14:38:15 GMT -5
Cessily didn't know what the heck was happening. Everything was going wrong. The girl tried to slice her but she managed to stay liquified just a little longer. But soon enough the lights had burst out and then the sounds of movement came. She made herself solid again, this time her skin quickly taking on the shape of spikes to prevent anyone who might come after her to get cut as well. The noises she heard were frightening, especially in the dark. Claws chinging against eachother or scrapping. Yells and growls and gurgles. And then the scent of iron, of blood filled the air. Someone was hurt.
The emergency lights suddenly flashed on and she winced a bit because of them. She to anyone would look for only a moment like a giant walking talking pin cushion but within moments she was back to her usual self. Curves and all. She sheilded her eyes a bit, the pupiless pair glancing about to see what happened. The teacher was holding someone, X was against the wall before she took off. The red skinned new comer was just watching, a new red haired woman showed up, she figured she was a Mrs. Grey. Kevin was yelling for her to go to the medlab to and was off after X of course. And then the last peice to the puzzle came into sight, causing her eyes to widden in total shock. Jamie, the nice guy that was new here was hurt, and it looked bad. " No.." she whispered but she was to late, Dr. Grey and Professor Logan were out of sight. She followed.
The elevators doors were closed before she reached them, the pair didn't even know she was on her way. She waited for the elevator to come back up before running through and pushing the button frantically. Over and over again for it to go down to the sublevels. "Come on..damn it...Hurry up!" was her sudden impatient words as she decended into the below world. A world much different from the normal school above, a place less than normal.
When she reached the med labs doors they were locked shut and tight. And she didn't want the two to be distracted by her coming in so she slipped in slowly rather than letting the doors open for her. She turned to liquid again and slide through the cracks of the door. Drooping down she finally rekindled herself to a solid form and watched in horror at what was taking place. Mr. Logan was trying to give Jamie his blood but this all looked to late. Her solid white eyes began to tear up as she stood silently watching, so helpless. "It's can't be like this.."she suddenly said out of nowhere. " He can't die! HE CAN'T!" the tears were flowing so much now. This was all her fault, she felt it that way. If only she hadn't have attacked first, he would have been ok because the fight wouldn't have happened. He has to be alright. He just has to.
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Dr. Jean Grey
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Post by Dr. Jean Grey on Nov 21, 2005 14:00:01 GMT -5
"Pushing another Bicarb, two mills epi IV, loading dose of vasopressin, assumed weight of fifty ki-" "It can't be like this.. He can't die! HE CAN'T!" Jean looked up, surprised at the student in her OR. "We're doing everything we can, please calm down." It was hard for her to detach from the very human element that was before her, but it was what she had to do. Arms tensed as she repeated the compressions, counting out each one.
She stopped compression for a moment, sighing with exhaustion. Her eyes looked over to Wolverine. They were hollow; the green hue seemingly faded and washed out. It was time to call it; Jamie wasn’t coming back. She broke glance and looked to the overhead clock. “Time of death, ten twenty-” >>Beep<< "He's in v-fib! Charging!" Jean thumbed the difibrulator, the cells singing out a high pitched tone until she hit the button, "Three hundred, clear!" The body convulsed, but it was the stuttering on the scope that had Jean's attention. "Come on, kid... Three sixty, clear!"
A series of uneven beeps sounded out. Jean stopped, looking over to the monitor that had given the lonely response. She wasn’t sure, until… flesh began to shift under her hands; pushing out the dual IV lines, even the stitches she’d put in. Jean leaned her ear to listen for breath, his heart began to pick up a more regular beat. Warm breath hit her cheek as the chest tube she’d put in hit the floor with a crackle of plastic.
“We got em.” She smiled, looking over to Wolverine again. Blood soaked gloves were tossed into the biohazard can as Jean rounded the gurney. Though it wasn’t necessary, she bent to Wolverine’s arm, removed the line, and affixed a small bandage. “Thank you,” Jean offered, “That was a bold move. Though to be frank I have no idea why it metastasized so quickly in his system. I’ve never seen a reaction to a foreign antibody like that. Even in the case of mutants. If you don’t mind, I’d like to run some tests on your hemoglobin.”
She looked over to the boy who was still unconscious, hoping that he would wake soon. It was unlikely; the stress that had been put on his body was tremendous. In her professional opinion Jamie was going to be asleep in recovery for at least a few hours. She had no idea what ‘healing factor’ did by means of strain, but in the case of trauma, there was only so much the mind and spirit can withstand before the need to rest both body and soul was no longer a negotiable option. Dr. Grey brushed locks of hair from Jamie’s face with tenderness before asking the question she feared. "Either one of you want to tell me what happened?”
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Post by Logan: Weapon X: Wolverine on Nov 21, 2005 21:29:48 GMT -5
Blood still flowed through the tubing, though the flesh around the needle in his arm had closed around it. Leaving it just as unblemished as before. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t hold a scar. He held one then. Perhaps for years. Only now it ached dully, seeing her before him again. Jean. He shook his head, he couldn’t think like that. Not now, not at a time like this. A Students life was on the line, but he was in capable hands. He’d been in those hands himself once or twice. There was the smell of metal in the air and Logan looked back seeing Cessily as she reacted emotionally towards Jamie’s state.
Wolverine didn’t know what to say, he was never really good at say things like that. Giving comfort or counsel. If you wanted that ‘Ro or Chuck were the best people to go to. Even Jean. But it was looking like their efforts weren’t enough. The boy wasn’t coming back. Broad shoulders rolled forwards as he shifted. There was a beep. Maybe there was still hope. Eyes looked up towards Jean as she rushed to keep a sound a pulse, anything. Jaw clenched as he watched the boy’s body jerk with the electric shock.
Logan wanted to stand and look, but with a needle still in place he didn’t want to move. If his blood was helping any he didn’t want to take away a kids chance at life. Adams apple moved against his throat as he swallowed the beep becoming steady as she turn to him. His gray eyes looked up watching the relief flooding into those pools of green, she removed the needle and skin hinted at a flinch to her touch. Finger ran against the bandage. “I don’t need it…” “That was a bold move. Though to be frank I have no idea why it metastasized so quickly in his system. I’ve never seen a reaction to a foreign antibody like that. Even in the case of mutants. If you don’t mind, I’d like to run some tests on your hemoglobin.” “Well, you’re the doc.”
The bandage remained in the crook of his elbow as he stood looking now over the boy then back towards the silver skinned girl. He could tell what she was thinking. He’d seen that look. It was a look he’d warn before. When Jean turned and questioned again he stepped forwards. “It shouldn’t have happened… Tension and it went dark. Penance and X. Some teacher I’ll make huh. Not even in the danger room and kids are already getting hurt right under my nose.” Then a though dawned on him. X and Penance what would happen when he’d left. X, she would have run. Try to get away from it all. And he knew better than anyone she needed a place like this. Hell, he’d needed a place like this when he was much like her. Wild, alone, trust issues. Well, some of those issues he still held. Chin turned over his shoulder as he looked towards Cessily. “Where are the rest of the kids? And what's his name?”
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