I was up and ready to go early the next morning, not that I slept that much anyway I was to excited about seeing HIM after a year. Dad looks like he was having regrets at breakfast, not that his facial expressions said anything but his eyes said "trouble" out loud to the whole room. After we left Westchester accompanied by Rictor and the Betsy and her new born Lydia. We flew over miles and miles of endless blue, white capped waters.
Lydia Worthington is the only possible child of Betsy and the recently deceased Warren Worthington. But I don't like to think about that. Not that Angel actually died, he was I guess 'reclaimed' by Apocalypse about a eleven months ago sadly it was the same day she learned she was pregnant.
Dad seems so tense, like a wound bomb waiting to explode. Rictor is still (even for a thirty-five year old) cute, his wife thinks so too, they've known each other since they were teenagers. Julio and Rhane Richter. What a pair, an earthquaker maker and a werewolf with two little boys, Doug and Phillip. They had a little girl Moria, but she died from SID Sudden Infant Death. Unlike some other people that would let them tear them apart they grew from it. And Rhane was taken from active duty again, she was pregnant, again.
Me? I hope Shatts waited for me. All the others think I'm making it seem that he actually has a personality, but I know he really is a great guy. Not saying that he cries when someone dies in the movies emotional but still he knows the different between humor and hate. I told that to Sam once and he just smiled. Wonder why? Everything was going fine, until there was a noticeable shake.
"Were under attack!" Julio screamed from the cockpit. My heart sunk when the words started to make sense, Dad threw himself head first into the leader role. Barking off commands telling Betsy and me to watch out for any missals on the radar. Betsy looks as if she's about to cry, her baby girl starts to cry. Then the second rumble and shake blows a huge hole in the body of the plane directly behind Betsy and me. Her instincts kick in, running to the back of the plane for Lydia. I've never been in something like this it was always everybody else's thing not mine!
"Dad they're somebody coming up on the side!" I'm really starting to panic now, God how I wish 'Star was here! Three men jump out of the cargo hold of the plane flying parallel to us now. Dressed in tight black and blue outfits, all men, all coming for me. The tallest one pulls a pin out of some kind of grenade, throwing it into the cockpit. I try to warn them, but my screams are choked off by someone's hands around my throat. The windows bare witness that the plane is going down fast. I hear Betsy screaming for mercy, then splattering of fluid. As soon as I let a tear escape my eye, blackness takes me over.
"And that's all I remember about the past two days, are you satisfied now?" April commented in mock bravery. Shivering against the freezing steel floor of her bared cell. Her capture kept his face in the dark the whole time of her story, listening to every detail.
"Hardly, but it's a start." steeping over to the light switch he clicked it and the room was veiled in darkness. The door opened to let him out and then slammed shut, leaving a frighten teenager in the dark. Maybe his weakness was indeed thinking that he knew everything about mutants. How to brake them, make them his wanting slaves, and to fight for his cause that breathed in deeper every day. After all he was, who he was...
"Good morning child." his deep voice boomed through out his cold, heartless lab. Though he was no telepath he could tell the difference between a sleeping and an acting body. April in turn shifted her body to face him, her surprise was evident when she saw him in full flush light.
"Joseph?" April choked out through a horsed voice. He had come back to the X-men about two years ago, telling them that he had gotten his head straight and was ready to stand up for the side of angels. Angel of death is probable what he meant.
"If you like, most of the people you will see around here 'Lord', 'Master', or 'Magnus' but I guess I could make an exception for you, Spring."
"Why-y-y?" Magnus started to the cell, kneeling down to meet her face, he gently placed his hand on her cheek as he began to speak.
"You'll walk away from this unscathed, unless you do something stupid that is." He smiled at her that seemed to send ice through her veins.
"Why me..?"
"Your bait. Your father and fellow travelers will wake up soon and miss you. It'll take them a few weeks to pinpoint my location. During the mean time, I'm going to have tests run on you." April pulled herself away from his touch, and started to study his face looking for some explanation.
"There's...no _other_ reason?" she asked.
"I've been with your household for two years, sketching, and planning every possible move and motive for the X-men's attacks. Saving one of their own always seemed to put more passion in the fight." He started to turn and go, after a short decision he turned to her again and stated "I had and have inside help."
"Happy birthday to me, I'm going cra-zy. This doesn't even rhyme, I'm just biting my time." Okay, it's not my birthday, or anyone's I know but the sound of my own voice is the _only_ sound to hear. I've sung everything I could think of with no luck of thinking about anything that would help my condition any. I do mean _not _a _thing_. I think I've been here close to two weeks with no rescue party. I wonder if they even noticed I wasn't there? Betsy sounded as if she was getting murdered and poor Lydia, the little girl was carted off to some unknown place. I know that Betsy will come for her if she's able, but who will come for me? Dad? Although not as cold, he's still an iceberg. Julio? He'll probably be the first one back to the mansion for Rhane. What about 'Star? He didn't even know I was coming.
"What do you mean she's been taken?" Shatterstar shouted springing to his feet, glaring at Charles Xavier with nothing less than pure hate. The news had been broken to the warrior with out so much as a bat of an eye. He hadn't expected for her to be coming, for no one had told him, they said she was coming for him, and among other things he felt guilty. 'Star hated to be left out of anything that involved _his_ team or _his_life, or anything he was a part of. Upon hearing April was gone, he was a little less than thrilled.
"Amigo," Julio said calmly resting a hand on his friends shoulder "calm down. Will get her back." 'Star stared over his shoulder and then jerked it away from Rictor's hand. _He _ had let her be taken, and that was defiantly _no_ best friend. Star thought to himself And I would never let any one take Rhane without a fight, so how could he let April go with out lifting a single hand?
"Why wasn't I informed earlier?" ' Star demanded, glaring at the three that had survived, Elisabeth Worthington, Julio Richter, and Charles Xavier. They said nothing, which irritated him more than anything could. In his point of view they simply handed her over to the kidnappers with smiling faces. His fists unconsciously clenched and unclenched when blank stares answered him. If he had been like he had seventeen years ago, he wouldn't have let any emotion show, because he wouldn't care. Today was not the past, today his lover was in trouble and he cared.
"Because you great bloody idiot, they were in coma's for the past twelve days." Peter Wisdom remarked coldly from where he leaned on the doorway, taking slow drags out of his cigarette. Shatterstar whipped his head around pulling out one of the swords that criss-crossed on his back and throw it masterfully at the older man, smashing into the wall with the cigarette at the very tip.
"There is no smoking in the infirmary, Wisdom." 'Star stated, before turning his attentions back to the others. Wisdom stood there, his mouth hanging open, staring in amazement at the sword that hadn't even grazed his fingers while retrieving it's intended target.
"Why didn't anyone tell me beforehand that she was coming?" Although he in no way wanted to hide his anger towards the whole situation, he didn't want anyone to see that he was worried, that was for people far to weak and he wasn't going to end up like them. He had taken years to slowly break down his emotional walls that protected him, only to show no one anything that he felt, accept April. The others claimed that the girl was delusional, and when he was asked about it he never gave answers.
Xavier took the moment of silence to try to take hold of the conversation, "We will do what we can, and without knowing exactly who has taken April, our resources are limited."
"So you are suggesting that we sit here and wait, while those who have her can do what they wish? I don't agree with you, I'll look for her myself if I must but I won't sit on my hands and pretend to be patient." he started to pace back and forth in front of them, then finally took a seat next to Elisabeth Worthington
"I'm with Shatterstar, we must do something. Our daughters are out there right now probably scared out of their minds. We can't just stay here." Betsy wheezed out from the bed, which she lay, bloody and broken from the whole incident. Long gashes along her throat and back, flesh rotting and clinging to the dying body.
It's almost three that means _he'll_ come and visit. It'll be the like it has always been since the first day I got here. He'll come in and ask me how I'm doing, and I'll stare. Then he'll offer me a room instead of the cage if I'll just say "yes" but I will just stare. He'll get frustrated and cuss in about seven different languages, and I, heh, I will stare.
"Hello April." he says after waltzing through the door with that 'slap-my-face' smile on his lips. Dressed in an X-men uniform that clashes some where between blue and maroon. I just stare.
"How do you feel today, Spring? " Like I would tell you.
"Do you want a room? All you have to do is say yes." Yeah right, I say even one word and that means you broke me. I know your game Magnus-Joseph man, you'll break me then plant me back in New York to be your spy. Well, I won't do it! My 'Star will come for me, I know he will. I just hope you don't.
"Well even if you refuse..." He snaps his fingers and this big blond man comes towering through the door. Victor Creed, evil man, I hate him. I mean _hate_ him he killed Aunt Kitty. Just because she was there and he got bored, he even raped her. Choked her with his hands and then clawed out her insides, I _hate_ that man.
"Take her to her new quarters, and then leave. If I found that you have touched her in any way no healing factor will bring you back from where I will send you." Oh great he was down to threats, the mountain comes over, opens the cage door and reaches in after me with a cocky grin on his face. I start to go into hysterics and thrust my hands forward, praying that there isn't a power damper built in. Thanks be to God that there isn't, a knife forms out of the palm of my hand, and I start to aim for him. Shoving the new blade deep into his upper arm and then pulling it to me leaving a long, painful, bloody gash.
"You bitch!" He screams at me scampering away from the cage as fast as he can, that Legacy Virus has really slowed him down, a lot. Joseph seems equally surprised, losing his expression of supremacy for a moment. Sabertooth lunges forward; right as he's going to carve into me he stops in mid-air. The familiar blue gray glow forms around the unsuspecting victim. Victor has a confused look on him as the glow sends him sailing into the opposite wall.
"Well, you're mutant, this is --unexpected." Oh no, he's smiling, I think I just signed my life over to him, Lord help me. Shatterstar where are you?
Alone. Completely utterly alone, again. At least before I knew where she was and how she was and I knew that we felt the same. But now it's all forgotten, all different. She's out there and I'm here waiting to be out there looking for her. Xavier claims that us waiting would be the best course of action, at least for now I'll agree with him. It's been to long, she could be hurt, or dying, or even--dead. What would happen -inside if April is indeed lost? I've never had to question myself about this before.
Perhaps because she was never known to be mutant till now. And that raises even more questions of why she did not tell me to begin with. Is the trust really that lacking? I wonder, maybe I'm on the "back burner" as people around here say it.
"You look lonely handsome." Kelly walks up to me and wraps her arms around my neck pressing herself into my back, "Want company?"
"From you," I say standing up walking to the other side of the small rec.room, "Never." she makes a frustrated noise before, what I can guess, she gets up and walks over to me. Attempting to have a pout, she tries the big-eyes-act, which her friends have taught her. I do not pretend to understand the meaning of this act. She is persistent though, if she had not been half as pampered she might even be nice.
"When are you going to grow up and see that April is nothing more than a fat whimpering cow?" she's mad, Kelly Braddock has little to no temper when what she wants isn't given on the spot. After her mother's early death, her father Brain has spoiled her beyond help. Ever since the Christmas party five years ago, she has been constantly after me Kelly hates April for that now. April, my April. I'm coming for you.
"Leave me alone."
"Fine." she turns to leave, "but just so you know I hope your little girlfriend dies out there maybe then you'll come to your senses."
"S-s-s-stop-p-p-p!" I out right beg, gripping my head, falling to me knees. Tears of pain force their selves through my clamped eyelids as a thousand different sound waves hit me at once. Ripping through my skull like paper, Banshee shows no mercy and continues his loud unforgiving attack on my poor ears. Joseph was sitting in the corner on the 'throne chair' I guess, I haven't been able to open my eyes for the past two minutes so I hardly know anymore.
"Enough" Joseph's deep German accented voice booms through out the hall, immediately Sean Cassidy is silent with a triumphant look on his face. That evil man that gave the commands to start this, he drug me here, having all of his lackeys attack me at random. If only I had a defense against these men! Alex Summers comes strutting over next in all anticipation of getting to beat me into next Tuesday. He draws back his fist and--OWWW!
*-*CLANG*-*
Clang? Metal clangs! Of course this whole place must be made of metal for Joseph to control it! Just have to concentrate hard 'nuff.
"Come on I know my big brother taught you better than this!" Alex joked picking the girl up by her neck, sliding her up the wall to his eye level. Using his power to create pure plasma 'bolt' with his other hand. April felt the pricks and tingles that meant she was about to be rewarded, striking out at Havoc she raked her claws deep into his chest, that had just recently formed themselves on the tip of her fingers. Pulling back her upper lip a set of metal fangs shown, dripping with her own blood.
"He did." I say in the deepest voice that I can bring about. My teeth hurt, and I can taste the blood in my mouth. My hands I'm not even sure that their still attached they hurt so much, bringing them up to inspect I find that there--Oh My God.
"Claws? Spring that is not very original, I'm sure you could have thought of something else. Spectra, Sunspot, take Alex to the infirmary. The rest of you leave." He paused for a few seconds, then shouted "Now!" they scattered before he could inhale his next breathe.He starting to make his way over here, I try to move a little, Ugh- pain just shot through my entire being. I have to bit back the scream that hangs on my lips.
"Stay away from me!" I swing out towards him; he smiles and steps closer. I try it again, shredding flesh along with his uniform, from his waist to his throat. He steps back touching his fingers and draws back thick red blood. His eyes glow cruelly in to mine, he is pis--very upset.
"How dare you?!" With one swift motion April fell helplessly into a heap at his regal feet. "You'll learn to respect your lord."
"You too, huh?" James asked removing his headset.
"Quite honestly I have never given it much thought." Shatterstar replied leaning his arm on his knee.
"What do you give thought to?" James asked looking away.
"Things I can _control_. My body, my strength, my skills." No! not anymore. I think about other things than those I perfect!
"'Star...if all you have is yourself, then you don't really have all that much at all." War path said feeling a little bit of pity for the younger man.
"Better ,James, than wanting more than you have...and getting nothing in return." And then I left, Za's Vid, what could I have been thinking? It wasn't my fault then, I was strong then to some point. But I am invulnerable now, I've perfected everything I have tried, except April. I could never mold her to my standards of the perfect girl, and I thank her maker for that. I knew perfection, and it didn't interest me in the slightest, but imperfection the one I could not fix was the one that let me to be curious about the "feelings" that were constantly talked of, she helped me.
And in the one time that she needs my help in return I give her none. All that I am able to do is wait, wait for her, and wait for the death, wait to fight, waiting is the only thing I have to do now. The conversation between James and me was so long ago, in Arizona. Before I became an X-Man, before Mojo destroyed my world, before I came here. I am starting to sound as pathetic as one of _them_ . Even as pathetic as the one that has come through my door trying to be silent, just pathetic.
"You two really did care for each other?" Professor Xavier. April's father, the man that called me 'rapier of youth and innocence', I have never desired his good opinion and certainly don't desire it now.
"What would you care, sir?" He probably doesn't, April has told me on numerous times that her father hates her.
"I-- wanted to make sure that when she comes back, she will not through herself into a world of smoke and mirrors. Do you at all care for her the way she believes you do?" Although he asks it is far too much of a demand to not to answer. I can feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. Why does he care?
"Which way does she believe I care for her, if I do indeed care?"
" Do you like her? Do you love her or was I right in my predictions that you only used her." My eyes are locked with his, my face mere inches from his before his words are finished. How _dare_ he accuse me of _using_ her. If I did not know of the firm lecture I would get from all twenty people stationed here, the man would not still be able to breathe.
"What right do you have to ask me these things? Are you not the one that has not told her what and who her mother was? That you have deceived her in everything she believes true?" He does not hold back his hand, slamming it into my jaw I stumble backwards only a few steps. He has hit me.
"I asked you a question, and you have brought out an---unnecessary topic. If you ever utter any words regarding anything about her mother I will personally kill you." he hovers towards the door to exit. And not a moment too soon. I hesitated before...
"Yes."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I do--love her, sir." That seems to satisfied him at the present, at least that is what I think he is smiling for.
I believe in miracles
I believe in signs
And I believe that mountains move
One pray at a time
If I could be an angel
I'd make your every dream come true
But I am only human
Just a women lovin' you
Written by: Victoria Shaw and Desmond Child
So what did you think? Is there a possibility for you nice people to want to read more? I know that a certain person will do me bodyly harm if I don't but what do you think of it?