HELLO UNTOLD-Lers. Yeah, I think I got that right. I have *finally*
finished part four of "Cold Memories" *whew!*. I appreciate all the
comments I received from many of you about this story, but please, I can
never get enough! IF YOU HAVE A MINUTE OR TWO, CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE ME
FEEDBACK ON THIS STORY AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK/LIKE/OR NEED TO IMPROVE
ON THIS STORY! I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU CAN E-MAIL ME.
Now, without further adieu, "Cold Memories" *If you're an Iceman fan, you
should really read this.*
*****
Cold Memories
By
Reuben A. Macapinlac *Supereub*
March 1997
Part Four
***
Bobby took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his eyes gazing at the tombstone.
"Dad," his lip started to tremble. "I know this sounds awkward dad, but I
sure miss you. I know we haven't been...the closest...of friends, maybe
more like enemies, but what you did for me back in the Trish Tilby show,
took me totally by surprise. You didn't have to stick up for mutants, for
us, for me, but you did. And dad, I love you for that."
He dug through his loose jacket pocket, taking out a baseball. Bobby knelt
down on one knee, placing the ball gently on the dirt. He chuckled. "I
know, I know, you are a retired baseball fan, but you always loved that
game, and you pushed me into playing the little leagues when I was a kid.
I felt this could mean more than just a plain old flower. I...I...It's
also a...parting gift from me, since I'll be heading for...California in a
day or two. I want to start over, a clean slate. You know that kid from
high school, Jake Collins? Well, he agreed that I can move in with him,
sort of like roommates. It may be temporary, yet, this change may be
permanent too."
Bobby hesitantly turned away from the tombstone, too hurt to say another
word. Instead, he headed for his car parked down the street. As he
walked, he massaged his temples with one hand, pressing his thumb and index
on each side and made them do some sort of a rolling motion. (What a
headache! Better stop by the drug store before I head on home.)
As he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, he thought of
the quarrel, brutal quarrel, he had with Logan a few days ago. How it had
proven that the X-Men really cared about him, even though it was strange
how Logan expresses it. But once again, too much pain and tension
remained, and he needed to get away as quickly as he could until it
subsided. (It's not like it was the first time Wolvie and I ticked each
other off...)
***
Jean helped Bobby with the last of his bandages. Their fight with Magneto
and his Alcoltyes on Avalon last night sure was a brutal fight. "Ouch!"
cried Bobby. "Watch for the cuts Jean!"
"I'm doing the best I can Bobby." she said, slightly irritated.
Logan chuckled, as if he was almost patronizing Bobby. "Don't be such a
wimp Bobby," he said. "You weren't injured half as bad as some of the
others."
Bobby laughed. He slowly sat up from his seat, slowly taking steps towards
Logan. "You know Logan," Bobby said, his voice sounding a bit more
serious. "You got some nerve. First, all of us are trying our best out
there. But you keep trying to get us in a deeper hole than we are now.
You were almost killed out there, and I took the hit for you!"
"I could take care of myself punk!" he snapped. "I don't need some whiny
little snow boy like you to keep me out of trouble!"
Colossus peered his head inside the room. "Anything wrong? I could hear
yelling from outside."
"Stay out of this Pete." Logan warned.
"Snow boy?! SNOW BOY?!" Bobby became furious, his ice coating his skin in
seconds. "You asshole! Take that back! Before I gotta hurt you."
Logan unsheathed his right claws. "Gonna hurt me? A youth tellin' me he's
gonna hurt me?" Logan started to laugh. "I'd like to see ya try it punk."
With some concentration, Bobby was able to form an ice spear in moments.
He gripped it, tensing his muscles. "You big selfish loser! I ain't
afraid of you, no matter how tough you think you are!"
Logan raised his fist, about to strike. "Why I outta..."
Jean stepped between the two men. Colossus watched the angered X-Men from
the doorway. She faced Logan first. #Logan! Stop this nonsense now! You
know very well that Bobby is just a kid. You don't go around striking an
X-Man, understand me?#
Logan glared at Bobby, refusing to see eye to eye with Jean. #Yeah.#
Next, she turned to Bobby. #And you Bobby, I expect more from you than
this. Messing with Logan is almost like suicide. Please don't mind Logan,
he's just a bit naive.#
Bobby stared back at Logan, eye to eye. #Ok, sure.#
Logan turned around and walked for the door. He nudged Colossus aside,
which was surprising considering Peter's size. Before he left, he turned
towards Bobby. "Listen punk, and listen good," he said. "I ain't going to
take crap from you like this again. Next time you tick me off, trust me,
it ain't gonna be pretty."
Bobby sighed as Logan left the room. Colossus grinned at him. "It ok
Bobby, Logan's just angry about the fight, give him time."
"Ok, sure."
***
Bobby slowly pulled up in front of the convenient store. He turned the
engine off and shifted the car to park. Feeling a bit sluggish, Bobby
slowly opened the door and laggardly got out of the car. (This headache is
really a pain! Better get some aspirin, and fast, to avoid one hell of a
night!)
He stepped inside the store, the air filled with cigarette smoke.
Obviously, the clerk had been smoking more than just a few cigarettes. How
did he know this? Probably by the 18 extinguished cigarette butts sitting
in the ashtray.
Bobby quickly ignored it, but started to search for aspirin. "Excuse me,"
he asked the clerk. "Where is your pharmacy section?"
"Third row kid." the clerk mumbled back.
Bobby took the aspirin once he found it in the third row. Then, started
his way back to the counter when he noticed two strangers come in. Both in
black ski-masks and a 10 millimeter in hand.
"Give me all your money before I fuckin' blow your head off!" one of them
said, pointing his gun directly at the clerk.
Bobby hid behind one of the back isles. He could feel himself sweat, he
gulped nervously, hands beginning to tremble. (Why now?! This always
happens to me!)
He could hear the yells of the two strangers. Each shouting commands to
the frightened clerk. He could also hear the clerk, crying for their
mercy. Bobby's face started to burn with anger. With one hand, he
concentrated his power. Soon, thick ice coated his right hand, he clenched
it, the solid ice didn't chip, but just surrounded his hand smoothly. With
a thought and a prayer, he lunged out of his hiding spot, firing an ice
beam at one of the robbers.
UGH!
The second one smacked against the wall, tossed by the ice beam like a rag
doll. The other one spotted Bobby, quickly firing the gun at his
direction.
BLAM! BLAM!
Bobby ducked quickly, barely dodging the bullet. He hid behind one of the
shelves, the robber screamed. Bobby, crouching behind the edge of the
shelf, lunged towards his attacker, knocking him onto the floor.
THUD!
Bobby raised his fist, then with all his strength, hit his adversary across
the face. Fortunately, the punch was strong enough to make the attacker
unconscience. Bobby breathed deeply, he stood up. Walking towards the
clerk, he extended his hand. "You ok?"
"G...g...get away from me you...mutie!" the clerk trembled.
Bobby stepped back, surprised by the clerk's response. He almost tripped
over his feet. "Well, your welcome." he said, trying to keep cool. "Why
don't you call the cops while these guys are still down."
With those final words, Bobby left the store, still shaken about what
happened back there. His hands started to tremble, he frequently checked
back into the store and around the sidewalk. (C'mon Bobby, get a hold of
yourself...)
CRACK!
THUD!
Bobby fell to the floor, his back felt like a mule had just kicked it. He
rolled over, lying on his back. He could hardly see the figure from the
light shining on his face. It had been the clerk, with a wooden bat in
hand, enraged with fright.
"MUTIE! MUTIE! Stupid fuckin' mutie!" he yelled constantly, striking
Bobby in the ribs with the wooden weapon.
Bobby could feel his bones breaking inside him. His face felt like mush,
and his arms were numb. Each blow, inflicting more and more damage on him,
just made his condition worst. He tried to speak, but after the bat hit
him across the face, he couldn't even move his mouth.
(I saved his life! How can he do this?! HE'S GONNA KILL ME!)
With those final thoughts, his head fell back, he could barely move any of
his limbs. Screams could be heard from down the street. Then, all of a
sudden...Bobby fell into an unconscience state.
END OF PART FOUR.
Reuben M. *Supereub*
supereub@lava.net
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