Iceman, Storm, the X-Men, and any other Marvel Character I have used here
does not belong to me but are TM of Marvel Comics. I am not making a cent
with these characters so Marvel, if you're out there, don't sue me.
This story is a revised version of my first story Cold Memories, since I
have figured a better plot while I re-read it. So I hope you readers enjoy
the revised copy, I know it was enjoyable for me to write, in a sad way.
Please, E-Mail me your comments to supereub@lava.net . I sent this story
once and NOBODY E-Mailed me so I assumed it wasn't so good. Please E-Mail
me your compliments or suggestions if you have a minute or two.
I would like to thank Darqstar for allowing me to use her character,
Sikudhani. I would also like to state that all words in (parentheses) are
thoughts.
*Anyone who has archived the story "Cold Memories" already may post up this
version instead if you're not too lazy to do so. You have my official
approval, so you don't need to ask me. For those who haven't archived this
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what's going on.
***
Cold Memories
By
Reuben A. Macapinlac
March 1997
Part One
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Fate.
How can one word mean so much? I have always been a boy who faced my fate
blindly, which lead to my alliance with the X-Men. Spending years,
fighting for the human cause, only to receive such hated words as "mutant"
or "freak" thrown back in your face.
Fate? My fate was with the X-Men, but now, that's out of the picture...
***
Two weeks ago...
Bobby Drake stood by his father's bedside, face pale. A small tear ran
down his cheek as he took a breath and spoke.
"Ororo."
Turning her head towards him, she gave a weak smile. "Yes Bobby?"
"I..I..I'm not coming back," he studdered.
"That's all right," she said. "You should stay here just in case there are
any complications, we'll have one of the members pick you up in the
morning."
Bobby sighed softly. He rubbed the steel railings of the bed nervously.
"No Ororo," he corrected her. "I mean, I'm not coming back to the team. I
need some time with my family."
Ororo slowly stepped towards him, lifting his pale face with her fingertips.
"You are sure of this?"
Again, his face hid in the shadows. "I'm sure."
"Let de boy go mon ami," Remy LeBeau interrupted from across the room,
drowing in the shadows with his red eyes giving an eerie glow. "Bobby
needs t' be wit' his family."
Ororo nodded back at Remy, who slowly turned the door knob. Without saying
a word, she turned away, walking for the door. "By the bright lady, take
care of yourself..." she said. "...And remember, you always have a place
with the X-Men."
He watched as Ororo and Remy exited, the light shining inside the dark
room. He took a seat by his father's bed, leaning against the rails with
his arms. "I know, I know."
"Bobby?"
Slowly, he set a hand beside his father's rough cheek. "Shh, I'm here."
***
Krink!
Bobby peered outside the car window, then with a sigh of relief, leaned
back on the driver's seat, holding onto the clutch. (One jerk, that's all
it'll take.)
He gulped as he gazed at the view of the city from his overhead
perspective. He slowly tightened the grip on the clutch, feeling edgy.
(C'mon Bobby, it's not so bad when you think of it.)
In a moment, Bobby found himself sweating his heart out. He slowly leaned
forward, muscles tensing. Could he go through ending his life, plunging to
his death just because he was stuck in a troubled situation. He felt the
handle with the balls of his fingertips one last time, then slowly let them
go, covering his face as he leaned back onto his seat.
(No, I can't let them get to me...)
***
Four days ago...
Bobby continued through the night streets of New York City, whipping his
head back as he took a sweet breath of the cool air. (Ahh, that feels
good.)
He casually slipped his hands in his jacket pockets. As me moved on, he
noticed a crowd of pedestrians gathering around a television sales store.
(What's going on?)
He stepped his way over to the display window, he tapped one of the women
on the shoulder. "Excuse me ma'am, but what's going on?"
The young woman, eyes red and teary, sniffled as she started to talk.
"Graydon Creed. H...He's...dead."
(Dead?)
Without saying another word, he took another step closer to the window,
watching one of the television monitors from a distance. He focused all
his attention on the television CNN broadcast.
"Presidential Candidate and Anti-Mutant leader, Graydon Creed, was
assassinated yesterday after delivering his campaign speech..."
(Creed is dead? Th...That's...)
"Those stupid mutant freaks killed him!" one of the men from the crowd
yelled. Bobby glared at him, the stranger shrugged.
(They'll never learn.)
"Hey you!" the same voice yelled again, this time at Bobby.
Without hurry, Bobby laggardly turned to him. The men and women of the
small crowd slowly backed away from Bobby and the stranger as they heard
the commotion. "You talking to me sir?"
"Yeah, I'm talkin' to you dipshit!"
Bobby grinned and gave a glum chuckle. "That's not very nice, considering
I have done nothing to you."
The stranger took a step closer. Bobby gulped (My he's awfully big.)
"I don't like the way you looked at me back there. You got a problem?"
Bobby cleared his throat, eyeing the stranger nervously. "Yeah," he began.
"Don't you think the mutants should get a second whack at this, I mean,
they're only human you know. I don't think it was a mutant who did it in
the first place!"
"Mutie lover." the stranger replied at a tone barely above a whisper.
Everyone's attention was on Bobby. Who had a furious look on his face.
Another voice spoke from the crowd.
"Go back to your home you mutie lover!"
"Friends of the freaks!"
"Hopeless boy!"
Bobby struggled out of the crowd as he started to sniffle. He stood a few
feet away from the pandemoniom, who had started to laugh at him. He ran
down across the street, and kept running at full speed through the dark
alleys until the crowd was out of sight.
(They always stick together, if only they knew what we are doing for them!)
***
"Excuse me son."
Bobby shook his head, breaking out of his thought. "Huh?"
Beside the side of the car, stood a police officer, tall and stalky, with a
flashlight blinding Bobby's eyes. "May I ask what you are doing here?"
"Just thinking sir."
He nodded. "I have to ask you to take it someplace else, this is private
property y'know."
Bobby slowly winced at the other side of the car, feeling embarassed as he
spotted the big "No Trespassing" sign he had parked right next to. He
gulped. "I...I...I'm sorry sir."
"No need for sorrys, just drive away son."
Without hesitation, he started the engine and backed the car up, turning
into the road once he was ready. He looked upon the open road as he
remembered his last moment with the X-Men, which only made things worst...
***
Bobby looked into Jean's beautiful green eyes as she smiled at him. "I'm
sure going to miss you around the mansion Bobby."
He looked at her, brushing the confetti off from his jacket. He kissed her
on the cheek softly. "I'll miss you too Jean."
"Now bub, don' be gettin' all mushy on us." Logan interrupted, leaning
against the banister of the staircase as he watched the group from a view.
Sam Guthrie, also known as Cannonball, also said his departings with his
friend. "Ah'll be sure to visit ya at your new apartment. Did you even
find a place ta settle yet?"
Bobby smiled at him. "Of course Sam, what kind of question is that?"
(Perfectly good one.) Sam thought as he grinned back at Bobby.
"Bobby, are you coming back soon?" a faint voice whispered from behind Bobby.
Bobby turned around, only to find eight year old Siku tugging softly on his
leather jacket. He smiled back at her, cringing inside. He took her soft
furry hand. "Come with me Siku." he said as he led her a few yards away
from Sam and Jean.
He knelt down to her level, grinning at her. She smiled back. "What is it
that you want to tell me Uncle Bobby?"
He placed both his hands on her shoulders and sighed. "Listen Siku, I may
not be coming back for awhile. You see...I have some problems that concern
me. I want you to take care of yourself and listen to your daddy,
understand?"
She frowned. "Yeah."
He scratched her facial hair gingerly. "Don't feel sad Siku, remember all
those great times we've had together, when I agreed to babysit you when you
were two." Bobby began to giggle.
Siku laughed as well, when she calmed down, her eyes met his. "I'm going
to miss you Uncle Bobby."
He leaned towards her and embraced her. "I'm going to miss you too."
"C'mon bub, let's go get a round o' beers." a glum voice interrupted the moment.
Bobby stood up, heading towards Logan at the stairway. "Hold on," he
turned towards Sam and Jean. "You guys wanna come with us?"
"Ah, sure."
"Sorry Bobby," Jean apoligized. "I have to discuss strategy with several
of the X-Men in the War Room. But I hope you have fun."
"Thanks Jean." he replied as the three men headed towards the door, leaving
the X-Mansion in silence.
END OF PART ONE.
Reuben M. *Supereub*
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