Who: Scott Summers, OTA What: Venting excess energy When: the morning, around six am Where: the edge of the woods Warnings: tba Scott had kept himself well contained. He'd talked to Vulcan, poked his head in to check on Jean after she'd passed out, and even checked up on Alex. He'd spent the whole night laying in bed thinking over the previous day's events, turning them in his mind. At one point he was taken by the undeniable urge to get his emergency supplies back together in a bag, so he'd have them on hand next time. That had wasted a good couple hours. Then he'd researched schools where he could take EMT training in the area. Then he'd taken another shower.
He just couldn't sleep. Not because he was scared, or because he wasn't tired. He just felt like he would explode if he didn't keep moving, if he didn't keep doing something
He'd gone for his morning run before the sun came up, and now he was on the edge of the forest, trying to decide whether it was worth his time to find the place he'd practiced his powers with Jean the other day to blow things up with his powers. He still got a kick out of using them, but he didn't think it would help his sour mood.
His home had been invaded. People he knew had been hurt. Some didn't even have their powers anymore. He had been unable to help, because of his lack of training. His brother had been hurt because Scott hadn't kept him safe.
Rational thought had left hours ago, and anger was beginning to take over. The longer he kept moving, the more he tried to work off the frustration, the worse it got. He restrained himself from letting his powers shift on their own. If he couldn't master his mood, at least he could master his body.
If Gabriel had died Scott won't have ever met his youngest brother. That thought was unbearable. If Jean had been hurt, he might not have gotten to her in time to keep her safe. That thought was also unbearable. His home, full of people he was coming to like, had been invaded, and they had called for people who had done nothing wrong to be brought to 'justice'. That was also unbearable.
He fumed and walked around the woods, knowing that his anger had completely overridden his mind, but unable to stop thinking of the things that made him so angry. It turned around in his head, over and over again, looking for things that could have been done, should have been done, to minimize the damage they had taken.