Nate Grey (shaman2012) wrote in x_2012, @ 2011-01-06 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | rascal, sabretooth, shaman |
Who: Nate Grey, Rascal, Sabretooth
What: On being at the wrong place at the wrong time
When: Sunday, January 9th (FORWARD DATED)
Where: Craven Park
Warnings: Violence, mayhem, character death. You may want to have your tissues handy.
Ever since Harrison had given him his Christmas present, he had been avoiding Nate. Even after the horrible nightmares about the giant mutant-killing robots from the future, Nate had not been able to hunt Rascal down. He couldn't bear the thought that Harrison no longer wanted to be his friend, and he couldn't stand not even seeing him around the Haven. After Thursday night's haunting nightmares, Nate had been crying himself to sleep, scared and crushingly lonely without Harrison. He'd spent the last few days asking around, and he was eventually able to piece together bits of information he had never really gotten around to paying much attention to in the past. He supposed he had learned at some point that Rascal held a job in the area of New York City known as Mutant Town. And he knew he spent time at a park. It didn't take much digging to figure out it had to be Craven Park, the only place like it in all of M-Town.
It wasn't hard for Nate to sneak into Harrison's room in the Haven, since he'd so often spent his time there. His telekinesis opened the lock, since Rascal wasn't home and neither was his roommate. He had never used his psychometry consciously and willingly, aside from the little experiments and training he got from Xavier, but now he was determined to do so. He saw things, images and memories from whatever he touched, so it was only logical that Rascal's things would have the clues as to where he was hiding. Okay, so Nate was being something of a stalker, but he wasn't thinking in those terms at all while he was doing it. He touched his pillow, but there was so much sadness and confusion there that he jumped back, yanking his hand away as if burnt. He dried an errant tear and kept looking for things like his clothes and other belongings, focusing on his breathing and trying to attune his mutant power to find what he wanted to find. Soon he had it. He saw the park in his mind, he saw the sign that read CRAVEN PARK, the long line of yellow taxi cabs parked along the west side sidewalk that surrounded it, the people. He tried going deeper into the memory, and he saw back in time as if rewinding a movie, following the memory back to the Haven.
That was it. Now Nate knew how to get there. He ran back to his room and wrapped himself up in his warmest clothes. He was almost out the door when he remembered Jean. Sometimes she came over to visit him in his room, so he decided to leave his sister a note that read: 'Gone to find Harrison. Will be back later. I'll call you if I get lost. Nate.' He folded it over and wrote outside in big block letters: SAM and JEAN. One of the two was sure to see it. Yes, Nate was becoming a teensy bit accountable. Who knew? Little Nate was growing up, or something.
Nate flew across state lines, fearless and determined. He could fly a lot faster than any car could drive him, so he didn't even stop to consider it. He could see Harrison's eyes in his mind, he remembered the warmth of his rough, callused hands and the smell of his hair. He missed his friend fiercely, and he wasn't going to give up without a fight. After all, they had touched! Nate knew Harrison felt about him just like Nate felt about Harrison. It was silly for them not to be together. He had to make his friend see this somehow, if he had to fly to the ends of the world to find him.
Somehow it got easier once he reached the city itself. The budding telepathic bond between them guided Nate towards downtown without having to think about it. Their dramatic embrace the last time they met had planted the seed of this bond. It felt as if Harrison's mind was pulling at Nate's. He could find him anywhere. Anywhere.
Finally, he saw Craven Park below, looking just like Rascal's memory of it except for the weird angle of getting a bird's eye view of it from the air. He didn't land until he spotted Harrison, and started his descent to an open area close to him. Hushed voices received Nate as he slowly landed, awash in an aura of light, with his left eye glowing like a trapped star. Even in a world of mutants, flight was not the most common power to have. Unaware of the effect he had on people, he walked up to Rascal.
"Hi," he said. Nate's heart was beating hard and fast, and only a little of it was from exertion. "Can we talk?" he asked hopefully, feeling his cheeks flush pink.