Post by The Man on Jun 30, 2007 9:26:12 GMT -5
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 13, 2007, 1:20am
::the car trip with the stranger had been a quiet one, save for the radio. Tim didn't even look anyway but directly out the window the whole time, yet he could feel the guy's eyes on him from time to time. When they got towards Westchester, Tim started teling him where to go, and they finally made it to the front gates...if Mary hadn't ashed them, that is. When the man stopped the car, Tim pulled out the butterfly knife and pointed it at him, the guy immediately recoiled. He looked the stranger right in the eyes and said harshly:: I want you to know you have my undying gratitude for this...but hear me, and believe me. If I ever see you around this place again, I'll cut you open from chin to pelvis, do you understand me? ::he stared wide eyed at Tim and nodded furiously. Tim put the kife back into his pocket after flipping it shut, then pulled out his wallet. He counted out a thousand dollars and dropped it in the man's lap then got out of the car, closing the door, and tapping the hood. Without question, he sped off, and Tim watched until he couldn't see the man's headlights anymore. he turned to the mansion, and started dragging his feet towards the front door. Everything on him felt like it weighed five-hundred pounds, exhaustion taking hold of him. As he made it to the front steps, he dropped to his knees, everything around him getting really blurry, and fell to his hands and knees. His vison started to black out, but before he could he sent a mental message to the Professor:: *Help me...please...* ::then collasped forward, slipping into unconsciousness::
Posted by The Man on Apr 13, 2007, 1:23am
::The Professor had been in his office when he received Tim's mental call. The young man had returned to the Institute, but he was in danger, still. Xavier wheeled out of the mansion towards the grounds, following Tim's mental presence. He found him at the edge of the grounds, and approached him. He lay there, in a heap, unconscious, bruised, exhausted.:: "Oh, Tim..."
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 13, 2007, 1:32am
::he fall split one of his cheek open again, a small trail of blood starting to form from under his face, parts of his shirt were bloody from the wounds undermeath, his shooes, the white-canvas slip-ons were stained red, from the slices on his feet that opened when he was running, and bleed continuiously up even till now::
Posted by The Man on Apr 13, 2007, 1:44am
::Tim needed medical attention, at that moment. Unfortunately, Xavier couldn't lift him. The effort would be too difficult and the wheelchair ride might bruise him more. He would need somebody to carry him. He closed his eyes and called for assistance.:: *I need help on the grounds, now.*
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 13, 2007, 1:45am
::Pietro had heard Uncle's mental call; his tone filled with concern. There was a problem, a grave one. Pietro ran out of his bedroom, quick as a flash, he was on the grounds. There he saw Uncle, sitting beside the bruised and broken body of one of the students.:: "What happened?"
Posted by The Man on Apr 13, 2007, 1:47am
"I'm not certain. He called for help, but he's unconscious," ::Xavier replied, concern in his voice and his features. He needed to examine Tim, immediately.:: "Please, take him to the medical laboratory. I'll meet you there immediately."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 13, 2007, 1:50am
::Pietro nodded wordlessly. The student looked to be in terrible shape. Whatever had happened was life-threatening, or close to it. Pietro picked the other man up into his arms. Upon further examination, it looked to be the work of, if not experts, then people who understood torture. The rage grew in Pietro's heart; whoever did this to one of Uncle's students would pay dearly. But there would be time for that.
First, they had to tend to the student's wounds. Pietro ran towards the mansion, and quick as a flash, he was in the laboratory.::
Posted by The Man on Apr 13, 2007, 12:23pm
::Xavier followed them, wheeling towards the mansion. He mentally prepared a list of everything he needed to check Tim for, to heal him.::
::the car trip with the stranger had been a quiet one, save for the radio. Tim didn't even look anyway but directly out the window the whole time, yet he could feel the guy's eyes on him from time to time. When they got towards Westchester, Tim started teling him where to go, and they finally made it to the front gates...if Mary hadn't ashed them, that is. When the man stopped the car, Tim pulled out the butterfly knife and pointed it at him, the guy immediately recoiled. He looked the stranger right in the eyes and said harshly:: I want you to know you have my undying gratitude for this...but hear me, and believe me. If I ever see you around this place again, I'll cut you open from chin to pelvis, do you understand me? ::he stared wide eyed at Tim and nodded furiously. Tim put the kife back into his pocket after flipping it shut, then pulled out his wallet. He counted out a thousand dollars and dropped it in the man's lap then got out of the car, closing the door, and tapping the hood. Without question, he sped off, and Tim watched until he couldn't see the man's headlights anymore. he turned to the mansion, and started dragging his feet towards the front door. Everything on him felt like it weighed five-hundred pounds, exhaustion taking hold of him. As he made it to the front steps, he dropped to his knees, everything around him getting really blurry, and fell to his hands and knees. His vison started to black out, but before he could he sent a mental message to the Professor:: *Help me...please...* ::then collasped forward, slipping into unconsciousness::
Posted by The Man on Apr 13, 2007, 1:23am
::The Professor had been in his office when he received Tim's mental call. The young man had returned to the Institute, but he was in danger, still. Xavier wheeled out of the mansion towards the grounds, following Tim's mental presence. He found him at the edge of the grounds, and approached him. He lay there, in a heap, unconscious, bruised, exhausted.:: "Oh, Tim..."
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 13, 2007, 1:32am
::he fall split one of his cheek open again, a small trail of blood starting to form from under his face, parts of his shirt were bloody from the wounds undermeath, his shooes, the white-canvas slip-ons were stained red, from the slices on his feet that opened when he was running, and bleed continuiously up even till now::
Posted by The Man on Apr 13, 2007, 1:44am
::Tim needed medical attention, at that moment. Unfortunately, Xavier couldn't lift him. The effort would be too difficult and the wheelchair ride might bruise him more. He would need somebody to carry him. He closed his eyes and called for assistance.:: *I need help on the grounds, now.*
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 13, 2007, 1:45am
::Pietro had heard Uncle's mental call; his tone filled with concern. There was a problem, a grave one. Pietro ran out of his bedroom, quick as a flash, he was on the grounds. There he saw Uncle, sitting beside the bruised and broken body of one of the students.:: "What happened?"
Posted by The Man on Apr 13, 2007, 1:47am
"I'm not certain. He called for help, but he's unconscious," ::Xavier replied, concern in his voice and his features. He needed to examine Tim, immediately.:: "Please, take him to the medical laboratory. I'll meet you there immediately."
Posted by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 13, 2007, 1:50am
::Pietro nodded wordlessly. The student looked to be in terrible shape. Whatever had happened was life-threatening, or close to it. Pietro picked the other man up into his arms. Upon further examination, it looked to be the work of, if not experts, then people who understood torture. The rage grew in Pietro's heart; whoever did this to one of Uncle's students would pay dearly. But there would be time for that.
First, they had to tend to the student's wounds. Pietro ran towards the mansion, and quick as a flash, he was in the laboratory.::
Posted by The Man on Apr 13, 2007, 12:23pm
::Xavier followed them, wheeling towards the mansion. He mentally prepared a list of everything he needed to check Tim for, to heal him.::