Post by Crypt on Jul 18, 2006 19:06:46 GMT -5
Inside the dark attic room, Liam crouched quietly, enjoying the silence of the early morning and the darkness of his room with nothing but the moon-lamp on the ceiling. His lair, as he'd heard some of the other students take to calling it, had been mostly soundproofed in an effort to help him sleep at night. Even after months at the Institute, however, he never managed to sleep beyond sunrise. In the wild, predators would be searching for their first meal of the day before it got too hot, and the instincts to not be sleeping prey had been too well ground into him to stop now.
However, he reveled in the lack of movement at the mansion, kneeling on the ground with his goggles around his neck. He could simply stay perfectly still during this dangerous hour and nothing would come for him. It was the most peaceful time he'd ever known.
“ATTENTION… ALL X-MEN PLEASE REPORT TO THE MEDICAL LABORATORY IMMEDIATELY. REPEAT: ALL X-MEN TO THE MEDICAL LAB IMMEDIATELY.”
The loud sound cut painfully into Liam's brain like a sword fresh from the blacksmith's fire, and he gave a horrible cry and clapped his hands over his ears, eyes wide in shock. Looking around wildly, his black eyes fell on the small speaker in one corner of his room and he jolted forward, struggling to his feet and stumbling towards the sound.
His shoulder slammed into the wall and he gave another feral cry, leaping into the air and tearing the speaker away from its bindings. Landing back on the floor, he threw it across the room, eyes wide and blood pumping in his veins.
So much for peaceful.
However, he reveled in the lack of movement at the mansion, kneeling on the ground with his goggles around his neck. He could simply stay perfectly still during this dangerous hour and nothing would come for him. It was the most peaceful time he'd ever known.
“ATTENTION… ALL X-MEN PLEASE REPORT TO THE MEDICAL LABORATORY IMMEDIATELY. REPEAT: ALL X-MEN TO THE MEDICAL LAB IMMEDIATELY.”
The loud sound cut painfully into Liam's brain like a sword fresh from the blacksmith's fire, and he gave a horrible cry and clapped his hands over his ears, eyes wide in shock. Looking around wildly, his black eyes fell on the small speaker in one corner of his room and he jolted forward, struggling to his feet and stumbling towards the sound.
His shoulder slammed into the wall and he gave another feral cry, leaping into the air and tearing the speaker away from its bindings. Landing back on the floor, he threw it across the room, eyes wide and blood pumping in his veins.
So much for peaceful.