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The Aftermath

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  • princessthat05
    Hey everyone, this is the first chapter of an on going story that I m going to keep adding to. I hope you like it and don t forget to read and review! Oh and
    Message 1 of 1 , Sep 19, 2003
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      Hey everyone, this is the first chapter of an on going story that
      I'm
      going to keep adding to. I hope you like it and don't forget to
      read
      and review! Oh and I don't own any of these characters. Enjoy!

      (Continued from X2, Xmen United)
      Characters: For this Chapter it's just Cyclops and Wolverine but
      other characters will be added in later chapters.

      It had been almost 6 months since that terrible day when he
      had last seen Jean and he was still shaken up. His eyes were dry
      because all of his tears had been cried and there was nothing left to
      cry. The room was pitch black because his eyes could not endure the
      light and he wanted to be able to cry without fogging up his
      "turbo shades" or so Jean used to call them.

      Cyclops was lying face down on his bed trying to keep himself from
      thinking about what had happened to Jean. He would rather think of
      the good times with her; the way she used to smile when he would make
      a corny joke that no one else thought was funny, the way her hand
      always found his. He exhaled hard and collected himself. He had
      loved Jean very much but it had been a while since her death and he
      believed that the grieving process should have waned down a little by
      now.

      Grieving was something Cyclops had never experienced much before and
      he knew that all of the other X-men were mourning just like him but
      when one is sad it doesn't occur to them that anyone else could
      be hurting as much as they are. Cyclops blamed himself for Jean's
      death but more then that he also placed blame on that damned
      Wolverine. As soon as the X-men had gotten back to Professor
      Xavier's school Logan(Wolverine) had gone off to some distant
      place
      to take care of some "personal business." As Cyclops was
      beginning
      to feel a little more anger then sorrow a knock sounded at his door.
      A small, light voice came from the other side, "Sir, sir it's
      Rogue,
      Professor Xavier told me to come get you, something is wrong!"

      *****
      Wolverine trudged up the side of one of the tall mountains of
      Georgia. He had left "The School for Gifted Youngsters" as
      soon as he was allowed. Logan had finally found the laboratory where
      he (as he knew himself anyway) was created, a place for which he had
      been searching for a long time. Wolverine had gotten a small glance
      into the life that he used to have before his amnesia, but more then
      that, he had lost the only woman he had ever had true feelings for.
      Doctor Jean Grey who was one of the so-called X-men. She had
      sacrificed herself for the group of people that had been there at the
      time. She had made a decision to be selfless and Wolverine loved her
      even more for that.

      Logan finally reached the peak of the mountain he had been climbing
      for an hour. He looked around, seeing a breath-taking scene before
      him. The scene didn't faze him because he was not in the mood to
      feel good about anything. Logan put his hand to his forehead and
      wiped off the perspiration that had accumulated there. A bird let
      out a loud squawk from behind him and as Logan turned around he lost
      his footing and started sliding down the side of the steep
      mountainside. Logan shielded his face from the rocks that littered
      the mountainside as they beat against his body. He began to wish he
      could die and just be at rest forever. Logan stopped rolling at the
      bottom of the mountain and turned himself over. His body immediately
      started healing itself and he just lay still with his eyes shut.
      Tears began to form behind the lids of his eyes as he finally
      succumbed to his grief. The strong feeling of guilt, which he had
      been so afraid of, prevailed over his consciousness and he sobbed.

      DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! ~Mag
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