On A Cobweb Afternoon
Type of Story: Series
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Characters: Most all from the X-Men
movies.
Disclaimer: I don’t own
them, I only play with them…
Additional Disclaimer: I’d like to think
that I’m being original here, but more than likely I’m not. If anyone else has read anything like this,
please let me know so that I can give credit where it’s due!
A/N: Once again, I believe I’m being original… But if I’m not, please let me know. There’s nothing worse that plagiarism!!
Song fic: Like A Stone by Audioslave
(Words in italics are song lyrics)
(Words
in single ‘ quotes ‘ are first person… as if you couldn’t figure that out’
On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
He sits alone in his favorite
spot. The alcove at the end of the hall
on the second floor allows him to keep watch over all that he cares for. But although he is ever vigilant as he
watches Marie comfort Scott late at night and views Kurt consoling Storm,
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Storm had given him the
journal almost a week ago. At first, he
didn’t want it. What went on in Marie’s
mind, was all of her business and no one else’s. But Storm had insisted that Marie wanted him
to have it. And so, he read. But wished that he hadn’t. At some point, Marie had evidently touched
Jean. And was let into a dark
world. What went on behind Jean’s eyes
no one knew about except Marie and now Logan.
Darkness, pain in choices made, wishes for the agony of unfulfilled
wants to cease… And thoughts of death
for the self-loathing of wishing for things that couldn’t be. Foreseeing being alone, how some would go on
and be with those they should, others gaining peace…
Reading how we’ll die alone
And if we’re good we’ll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go
In your house, I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I’ll wait for you there
Like a stone
I’ll wait for you there
…alone
‘I wait here, day after day,
year after year, wishing for something …more.
I love the children, Storm, the Professor. And Lord knows, I love Scott. But no one, not even the Professor, knows my
pain. I’ve become something… else. Something stronger. Something dangerous. I catch myself having strange thoughts,
thoughts of dominance, hurting people because I can. It scares me.
Scott wouldn’t understand what it’s like to not have control. That’s partially why I long for
And on my deathbed, I will pray
To the God and the Angels
Like a pagan