Who: Sam Guthrie, OTA When: Tuesday afternoon Where: At the lake What: After Paige lets Sam in on what Remy did, the eldest Guthrie has some rage that he takes out on some unsuspecting trees. LeBeau is dead when he comes back.
Sam Guthrie was furious with a number of people on a variety of levels. He was furious to the point of commiting murder when it came to Remy LeBeau. It sounded like the boy had taken advantage of his sister more than just getting her trouble on an unapproved field trip. If it wasn't for the fact Remy had apparently left at some point earlier, Sam would have beaten the other boy up. Defending his younger siblings, especially his sisters, was one of his life purposes. It didn't help that Paige had took it too far, joking around and Sam taking it as serious. Sam was also mad at Paige. Nowhere near like Remy, but mad that she didn't take better care of herself and worried him with some of her crazy ideas. The girl was going places but was also becoming a handful. He was proud, but also stressed with concern about wanting her to do what was right. What she did with Remy and to Jono wasn't a great move. He was mad even though it wasn't fair at Jay, for being so quiet and pushing his family away.
Mostly though, Sam was mad at himself. For letting his brother push him away. For not being close enough to his sister to be clued into her trip and look after her. For leaving his family all those years ago and forcing pressure onto his parents and older siblings. For not being there for his dad when he passed away. For not staying to help his mother, who practically chased him back to Xavier's. He was a mama's boy and wanted to respect her wishes, but was so wracked with guilt. He was in college now, but college was superfluous. He had his high school degree and could work. Right now, all he wanted to do was go home and take care of the rest of his family. It showed in his schoolwork and friendships. Sam had grown more quiet since the funeral and didn't seem as sure as himself. He was losing himself in solo work like taking care of the yard or science fiction novels.
Not having felt anger like this in a long time, Sam Guthrie was out back to vent it out. Blasting into the air and feeling that kinetic energy arupt was a partial stress relief, but not enough. He rocketed straight into a tree behind the lake, his blast field keeping him invulnerable as he powerdived into it. With an explosion that echoed across the lake, the tree ruptured in half and Sam was left standing in a crater in the ground and a pile of smoke amidst the flora debris. While he felt less stressed, he didn't nearly feel better. Sam blasted back off into the air, landing much more softly on the other side of the lake by the school now.
Sam walked back toward the main building, pulling off his aviator goggles that had been a present from his pa years ago. They had belonged to his great grandfather, a pilot in World War II. He rubbed at them, dirty now from being in the dusty fallout of the tree. He missed home so much. Sam was lost as to where he was supposed to be. Looking to the sky, he thought, Lord, help me out. Give me a sign. I plain don't know what you want me to do anymore.