Post by chamber on Jul 25, 2006 0:10:33 GMT -5
Jonothan stepped up to the front door, looking around. The place was quiet. He was sure a lot of students had left, or worse... something had happened to them. If he'd never left...
His fingers brushed the plaque beside the doorway. Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters. Memories ran slowly across his mind, like the wind through his hair his last night on the highway. It had taken him a day just to get up the nerve to come back here. Could they ever forgive him. Could he ever make it up to them.
He opened the door, stepping in, bootfall quiet on the wooden floor. The sound of students, a child's laughter, a television in a distant room. He looked up the stairway to the next landing. He could walk to his old room with his eyes closed if he wanted to.
"Hi!" A young boy floated past, hovering a foot or so off the ground. Chamber's eyes followed him for a moment, and he nodded, looking down the hallway after him.
The coming here was easy. The being here was something else. As he walked the hallway towards Xavier's office, he caught the pictures on the wall.
Jean.
Scott.
Xavier.
Chamber watched them for a long moment. A creature of touch where words abandoned him, his fingertips touched her eyes. His own became glassy, looking at the faces of his old friends. Sometimes, he wondered if he had a heart in there after all, as a white-hot pain radiated from his center.
His eyes closed, and he heard their voices in the hallways. Jean's indignant laughter. He could almost feel her pushing his shoulder playfully. Scott's slow head shake, that smirk. Their hands clasped together as they held the world together while Storm broke it apart. Xavier's patient eyes, that firm smile that felt more like a father's smile than one from Jonothan's own.
Opening his eyes again, he stepped down the hall to Xavier's old office. Someone else used the space now, he could tell. It wasn't anywhere as neat and there were no longer wide births left for his chair. Chamber's fingers traced the edge of the desk as he looked out the window he'd often stared out of after having been sent there, again, for an angry outburst.
The adults seemed to be gone. Likely downstairs, as they wouldn't leave the students alone. He'd have to find Ororo, tell her he was here... and then take a long walk.
His fingers brushed the plaque beside the doorway. Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters. Memories ran slowly across his mind, like the wind through his hair his last night on the highway. It had taken him a day just to get up the nerve to come back here. Could they ever forgive him. Could he ever make it up to them.
He opened the door, stepping in, bootfall quiet on the wooden floor. The sound of students, a child's laughter, a television in a distant room. He looked up the stairway to the next landing. He could walk to his old room with his eyes closed if he wanted to.
"Hi!" A young boy floated past, hovering a foot or so off the ground. Chamber's eyes followed him for a moment, and he nodded, looking down the hallway after him.
The coming here was easy. The being here was something else. As he walked the hallway towards Xavier's office, he caught the pictures on the wall.
Jean.
Scott.
Xavier.
Chamber watched them for a long moment. A creature of touch where words abandoned him, his fingertips touched her eyes. His own became glassy, looking at the faces of his old friends. Sometimes, he wondered if he had a heart in there after all, as a white-hot pain radiated from his center.
His eyes closed, and he heard their voices in the hallways. Jean's indignant laughter. He could almost feel her pushing his shoulder playfully. Scott's slow head shake, that smirk. Their hands clasped together as they held the world together while Storm broke it apart. Xavier's patient eyes, that firm smile that felt more like a father's smile than one from Jonothan's own.
Opening his eyes again, he stepped down the hall to Xavier's old office. Someone else used the space now, he could tell. It wasn't anywhere as neat and there were no longer wide births left for his chair. Chamber's fingers traced the edge of the desk as he looked out the window he'd often stared out of after having been sent there, again, for an angry outburst.
The adults seemed to be gone. Likely downstairs, as they wouldn't leave the students alone. He'd have to find Ororo, tell her he was here... and then take a long walk.