Title: How to reintegrate into society in about forty weeks (part 2/6)
Pairing: Bobby/St John
Rating: R
Summary: Seven days ago, St John Allerdyce escaped from his prison in the Xavier Mansion's cellar. He is one exhausted former prisoner.
Notes: Timestamp to How to escape from prison in 210 days.
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evilsincarnate for looking it over for me!
Pairing: Bobby/St John
Rating: R
Summary: Seven days ago, St John Allerdyce escaped from his prison in the Xavier Mansion's cellar. He is one exhausted former prisoner.
Notes: Timestamp to How to escape from prison in 210 days.
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One Week While I draw this fleeting breath, when mine eyes shall close in death, when I soar to worlds unknown, see thee on thy judgment throne[.] from “Rock of Ages” by Augustus M. Toplady St John cannot remember Pyro ever being this exhausted before. “And don't ever come back!” he hears one of the children holler just as the last fleeing opponent disappears out of sight. Trying and failing to get an overview of the situation in the battered dining hall, he lets himself slide down next to one of the charred bodies, conceding that he never tried to protect this many people before, much less at the same time. Get lost right now, he had called out to the Brotherhood attack squad, grabbing Bobby's speaker-phone as soon as Jones had reported a breach of the Mansion grounds. He'd been responsible for these mutant warriors once. But. It's one thing for these children who were raised in the spirit of Charles Xavier to have opinions and thoughts for which St John has manfully suppressed the urge to singe them. It's one thing for the Westchester students, robbed of their naiveté as they may have become, to want to defend ordinary humans according to the deceased telepath's teachings. It's another thing entirely for the Brotherhood to go attacking their own. It means violating everything Magneto stood for. Pyro hadn't stayed Magneto's second-in-command for nearly five years without learning every single one of his subordinates' weaknesses. And even the stench of their charred remains is not sufficient to serve as a metaphor for St John's hatred for them. “Good thing they wanted the basement technology,” Siryn says, wiping soot from her face, and St John has to agree. This is what saved them, that tiny bit of reticence on the Brotherhood's part and Pyro's lack of qualms against burning the Mansion down. He probably would have, had it not been for the now-apparent million-dollar reinforcement of century-old walls. In another minute, he will get up. In another minute, he will care about Drake murmuring quietly into a comm unit, hearing from Hank whether Kitty and Pete are alive. Beast had been a pleasure to fight alongside. Some of the kids, too. Pyro hadn't expected to see Iceman kill, but St John had only needed to take a look at the emergency blankets stacked high in every corner of the dining hall to know the length Drake was prepared to go to in defense of the children. He meets Bobby's eyes across the room and then shakes his head as the mutant teacher erects a wall of ice around the bodies. “It's not as if the kids haven't already seen them,” he wants to say, would say it, if it wouldn't take so much effort. He traces his erstwhile captor's moves around the carnage until pigtail-girl – Ellie, her name is Ellie – puts a glass of cool water in his hand, until one of the boys who's been learning from Hank is checking him for injuries. Letting his eyes fall closed, St John wonders how hard it will be to contact the Brotherhood core - God, he hopes there still is a temperate core – and whether whatever clout he may have left with the people he commanded six months ago will be enough to make sure the mutants that have escaped his wrath will never return. * * * on to One Month |
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Date: 2010-05-04 05:35 pm (UTC)Good apart from that. :D
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Date: 2010-05-04 06:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-05 06:15 am (UTC)