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Rewriting History	By : GreatMilenko Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male > Bobby/John Views: 2963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Tragic Beginnings
- 2-Some Time to Think
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Rewriting History: Some Time to Think
First and foremost, I do not own X-Men in any way shape or form. I am writing this merely for my amusement, etc. etc. etc. I am not making money off of this and soforth.
This is my first fic, and a thirdpterpter is in the works. I will be happy to post it if you review this one. Tell me what you think, like, don't like. Build me up, tear it down, just let me know. I've tried my pitch for reviews, but nobody seemed interest in reviewing. But hey, I'm just writing for, well, me anyways. =) So don't.

�Her father says that you can do, things.� I heard the voice say. But it all meant nothing right then and there. Nothing at all. I had to allow my thougto cto come to to me, my memories. But it was hard. There was a continuous throbbing in my head that numbed all thoughts. And it silenced all sounds. -thump thump- The beating in my heart. Clear to me now, I knew what the sound was. But why? What happened?
-thump thump- As the thoughts came back to me like a swirl of colors. Jessica, and Ryan. . Ryan and Jared and Mike. They, started chasing me while I was with Jessica. Walking her home. Frozen. . .and a blank. Smashed windows, and a group of people outside my house. I could see it all clearly now. Recalling every brick that as it collided with my skull. And I could feel it. Feel every hit. I sat upright and opened my eyes suddenly.
I couldn�t breath. .and I was being hit. All over again. The pain was real. �It�s probably best if you don�t think about it for a while.� I was still unsure of whose voice I was hearing until I looked. Officer Geiger. Bob, my fathers best friend. The aroma of my environment hit me, before the sense of where I actually was kicked in. It smelled, old. Musky rather, but pleasant all the same.
�We�re gettit rit remodeled. . If you were wondering. Sorry, you probably weren�t even thinking. I read into things too much.� He said again. But little did he know he had hit the nail right on the head. Knew exactly what I was thinking. The county jail, our little town police station. One cell, one computer, there wasn�t all that much to it. Something that you might expect from a middle-of-nowhere country hick town.
Not that that�s what we were. . But this is what we had. And this was my key to safety, from the time being. I didn�t know it then, but the truth is, I wasn�t really safe. Because the only thing that could hurt me then, and now, is myself. But that�ll come into play later I suppose. The police station, and its aromas. I sighed and tried not to think about what had happened earlier. In hopes that the pain would stop.
Officer Geiger spoke again. �You�re in shock. . .severely if I might add. It�s not common for a person to be able to feel pain when they recall a tragic memory. Yet, that�s just that. We can�t really say it�s not uncommon either. Different things effect people differently. . And you have every reason to be shocked. You didn�t deserve this Bobby. Of all people, you really didn�t.�
I felt the tears start to flow. To fall down my face. Pase cre creases of my mouth, but then they froze.
I jerked my head away quickly. I couldn�t allow him to see this happening, I couldn�t let him see the frozen tears. . .I couldn�t let him see. . I wiped the tears away and pulled the sleeves down past my wrists on my t. It. I wanted to speak but all words escaped me. �I�m really sorry this happened to you Bobby,� he said �I really am. And what hurts me is that I�m not so sure we can do all that much about it.�
By now I was trembling, a mixture of anger, and hate, but all the while fear. I MUST control my emotions before they get the best of me. I must keep calm, before something happens. �Sometimes people get the better of the law. And that�s that sad truth. I came by to see if your parents were home yet, a few more days I guess. . And I found you as I found you. No one around. No one to be seen, and no one to take responsibility for their horrible actions. But I heard things. People called me, and I heard the stories, about you raping young Jessica there. All cads wallop if you ask me, and I�m not even going to look into it Bobby. I know you, and we�ll leave that at that.�
�But I�ll have to be quite honest,� his words rang aloud several minutes later. I could sense an awkward tone within his voice, almost as if he was afraid to say anything more. �I. . I have to be honest with you Bobby. That�s not all that I heard from them. You see Mr. Barbato there, Jessica�s father. .he, he called me. And he told me things.� I turned my head away, and now the horrible sensation of panick overcame me.
What was he told? That was obvious to me, what was worse was the next question that came pouring into my mind. What if he believed it? �It�s nothing to be alarmed about though, not to worry.� said Officer Geiger. Almost as if he�s reading my mind there, but I always was easy to read. Wore my emotions right on my sleeves people would tell me. �He told me you can do things. Things, that ,that aren�t logical. Things that science just doesn�t allow.�
�But you and I both know that that�s Mr. Barbato for you. Trying to explain everything with science. No respect for the ever after, never looking to the heavens for an answer. . Everything he tells me of course can be explained by science I suppose. Something about evolution. Something about powers, ICE. . And science. And if what he says is true, then I suppose it surely is pure science. Yet that would bring us to our next question, why do you have these powers, my guess is that you were given to them by a greater power, to do a greater good. . � And he stopped.
I was fashionably amazed and intrigued by what he was saying. It was as if he was telling me what I wanted to hear. Answering all my questions that I had asked myself over and over again, night after night, time after time as the razor hit my skin. In a flow of genious whether or not it was truth or pure insanity, he gave me hope. Hope to want to go on. Hope for a future. He had far from answered anything, or given me any truths. But he gave me, something. .
�I understand you can�t talk. Just think Bobby. Just think. I do have to file a report on this you know. .� and the pannick came rushing back to me. Would he mention the . . The things? Would he mention my abilities? My powers? I wasn�t sure of whether he believed Mr. Barbato or not. But that wasn�t relevant. I already had my entire town thinking there was something wrong with me. .and lets be honest, one person was more than enough
Another cop, or another country, more police. . That�s all I needed. More people even thinking that there might be something remotely strange about me. . .�You don�t have to worry about that Bobby. About the whole, �Man of Ice� as Mr. Barbato likes to call you.� He chuckled aloud. �I understand that we can all use a little secrecy. A little privacy. And I�ll give that to you. I�ve tried my best to get the town under control. I�ve told your parents what happened and they�re on their way home. Sleep. Relax. There won�t be any more problems. No more mis-haps. I assure you. The town is calm. . .just, try not to think about what happened tonight.�
Without a word, I got up, and left. . And I thought about everything he told me that night.
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