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He gets up and starts packing up eagerly. The same bastard who infected them with the Pandora Virus a few months back was now dead and as relieved as he was, he still had to go back to running the company.
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He had hesitated before deciding; it had taken him a whole week before he could make up his mind. He didn't care if she wanted to see him again or not. He had asked Emma to search for her, to look for a clue on where she could be. But Monet had strong shields, even for a powerful telepath such as ms Frost. Her powers tend to be a little stronger when she was mad, and right now she was probably angrier than the Hulk.
All she had found was the image of a building, and upon closer research he had found the address. He didn't want to go ...scared of her reaction. Instead he would invite her to meet him...if she shows up, it would mean she still cares...or at least, enough to tell him in person that it's over between them. He sent a package to the address, addressed to "ms St. Croix" witha small note with a date, an address, and the words;
"Paige never meant anything to me, You already mean the world to me. And with each day that goes by, you mean even more. I need to see you."
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It looks like I'll be a chaperon dance thing.
Maybe it'll get my mind off of this...wait fuck, it's a dance...damnit.
What do I have to do exactly?
It takes him a minute to realize what had just happened. He frowns and gets up quickly. He knows it's useless for him to run after her. Not with the look she had in her eyes. Instead he goes to Paige's room. He doesn't knock. He just storms in. She looks at him with an innocent face
"Oh hello Warren. What can...
He interupts her.
She keeps an innocent face, giving him a confused look.
"What happened when?
He slams his fist against the wall.
"Yesterday night damn it!
She smirks and gets up. She trails her finger up his throat...at least attempts to. He catches her arm and pushes it aside.
"Well, let's just say we were pretty...wild."
He doesn't know anymore. He doesn't want to know more. He runs out and into his room, desperatly thinking of a way to make up for the horrors he had done. It was hopeless...nothing could make her forgive him. He crawls up in bed and weeps silently.
M? dear. I need to talk to you. I have a favor to ask.
He slams his fist on the table. Damn it! He had skipped class today, trying to figure out what happened to the blood samples. It didn't make sense....it just didn't make sense. Whatever test he conducted on his blood would come out negative if it was the previous sample, and positive if conducted on a new sample he had just bled. It seemed like any healing factor was taken out of the sample.
Jean had explained to him what had happened but had been skeptic. How could this happen?...she's a universal donnor...and so am I.
He sets the instruments and samples back in their place and leaves, locking the door to the med-lab behind him.
He's gone through four of his 5 classes. During all of them, he felt midldy uncomfortable. Going to school at his age. He had been tutored most of his life, ever since he was thirteen....after that accident. It brought him memories, some wanted, some he had shun to the back of his mind for years now. The only thing that brought him comfort was his knwledge of almost every answer. He hadn't forgotten much from his tutor. He kept to himself through classes, letting the others answer.
He's walking to the danger room, where martial arts was to take place. His instructor; Logan. He smiles at the thought, at how many times he had done this before all this had happened. when it was just their little secret club out to protect te world while wearing spandex.
My blood healing worked on Emma again. It feels weird everytime though. I still wonder when and how I got this. I just seemed to have popped out of nowhere. Maybe it's one of those secondary mutations. I hope so.
If this is my secondary mutation, then I don't have to fear transforming into a big bird anymore *shrugs*
Apparently, Theresa had a bad reaction to my blood...that's weird. It's a universal type. and so is she. hmmmmm...I guess I'm going to have to watch out a little bit before healing people at random.
I'm such an idiot. damnit. I left and completly forgot to tell M about it. Holy shit! she's gonna be so mad. Yeah...I'll try to come back alive.
"Raven? Yeah, it's Warren. We found our little Justice League and took care of them. JP is gonna watch over them. I hope there isn't another group ready to come after us. Unfortunately we don't have anything yet. I'll call you back when we find something. We're counting on you to keep some kind of order around there. Hopefully we'll be back soon."
He stuff his cell phone in his pocket and enters the restaurant, followed by Logan, Scott and Jeanne Marie. Logan mentions alcohol so they sit down at a bar, much to Warren's discontent. Warren starts to look through the xeroxed copies of the files stolen by Raven and TeeJ, he reads the name out loud; "Friends of Humanity". Logan doesn't react, captivated by his beer and the girls around. Scott is pretending to be interested, trying to keep Logan from whistling at the ladies. Jeanne Marie notices the bartender flinch at the mention of F.O.H. and look nervously at a man at the other end of the bar. She gets up and goes to the restroom, the man soon follows.
They had left a few hours ago aboard his jet. One he hadn't had the chance to use since he went back to the mansion. He was polishing a blade. A katana. Logan was smoking his damn cigar, despite the obvious "no smoking signs" just about everywhere while Scott sipped a glass of wine pretending he knew everything about wines. He rolled his eyes and went back to wiping his blade. He couldn't help looking back at them, thinking the same thing;
"Just like old times..."
I feel so useless around here. People have been kidnapped, other left to go after them. And I'm here, sitting next to the damn computer, and I'm not doing a thing to help. If anyone has any information or something I could do please tell me. If not, I'm just leaving with whoever and going after those damn bastards. They'll never come after me.
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It seems I must also say goodbye to my dear old room. But do not worry I am not leaving. I was contacted by Professor X earlier today and he asked me if it was possible to move into one of the faculty rooms to make more room for the new arrivals. I agreed. Heh, I get more space, that's good. I might need someone to help me carry my stuff. Mostly my ddr equipment.
He also asked me if I had any intentions of teaching. I only said I'd think about it. I would love to become a teacher around here, but what am I good at? any ideas?
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I've been home for the past 2 days. I helped M move in and settle down. Everything will be fine.
I'm back here for tonight, but will probably send most of the week back home. Anybody wants to do anything tonight?
Monet is leaving tomorrow. I'll leave with her, to set her stuff and help her move in. I'll be back the next day or whenever we're done. I doubt it will take long. It will be a little weird. This school always separated guys and girls, room-wise. We'll be living together. I'm really happy about that. I feel like I just got out of college and I'm moving in with my girlfriend. wow. Being around makes me feel 9 years younger.
You're all welcome to visit the ...*is very happy to say this* St.Croix/Worthington household whenever you feel like. I will probably end up spending some days at the mansion and some days home. It's a great relief knowing all is going well, you're getting richer but you're not even working.
If you ever need me for anything, drinking, go out or even to borrow some money *grins*, just give me a call.
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She's feeling a lot better now. We went back to her room and discovered she was accepted at Columbia. I'm very happy for her. She says she wants to be a translator, and if it's what she really wants to be, then so be it. The mansion will be awfully boring without her.
I'll spend most of next week helping her move her stuff.
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I talked to M about her college intentions. If she goes, she will leave the school and live in my appartment downtown. *sighs* It's what's better for her. She wants to learn more and needs to get away for awhile. I'll keep you updated on how she is. I'll take good care of her.
If anyone cares, I'll be in M's room until she's better.
Shit! this is all my fault. Why didn't I see this coming? damnit! Now she's hurt and it's all my fault. I should've never....why.....damnit! damnit damnit damnit!