Post by CANDICE MCCOY on Apr 26, 2010 11:42:57 GMT -6
Candice rarely found time to visit the memorial.Today was one of the rare days where she actually had a few hours to herself. It was a nice day. It was warm and sunny. Even that made the dreadful city a bit better.
She parked her Honda Civic on the driveway of the mansion and got out. Carrying flowers she began to make her way to the memorial. It was a group of large marble slabs, with words on them. There was one for each fallen member of the X-Men. She immediately went to the markers that were dedicated to her parents. Splitting the bouquet, she placed a bunch of flowers before each stone.
"Mother...father." She said, solemnly. She tried to fight back tears. Though it had been a few years, she wasn't over it and she wasn't sure if she'd ever be over it."I know it's peaceful where you are. I wish I could say the same about this place."
It was eerily quiet at the memorial. However, it was serene.
Ira paused, his feet hurt and he was tired. Ira had been traveling for months, searching for the X-Men Mansion. Glancing over his shoulder, he looked back at the heavily wooded area surrounding the clearing he had just stepped into. He wasn't too thrilled about having to cross through hostile lands just to get to the mansion.
Turning his eyes back to the clearing, his jaw dropped. The mansion was in ruins. Ira's shoulders dropped as he walked to the ruins. No, not just ruins, Ira noticed that there were also little memorial-type stones near the ruins. He blinked. A memorial to mutants, probably the only of its kind.
He put his hands in his pockets, not too sure what to do now. The X-Men Mansion, the safe haven for mutants that he had read about, it was gone. He would find no safety here.
A light breeze ruffled his skater-boy length brown hair as Ira turned his face to the sky. What was he to do now? The whole purpose of him trekking through an area dangerous for mutants was to come to the mansion and hopefully - eventually - find a link to his father, to his grandfather, or any other relatives for that matter.
Although Ira had been raised by his mother, Karla Sofen, he never had a male influence on his life. Growing up, Ira hadn't given this a second thought, but once his mother told him he was a mutant, he became a different person. A military man. Ira shook his head. That had been a grand idea, joining forces with mutant-hating scumbags.
Ira sighed. Some memories were just best left forgotten. All he knew was that he wanted to know who his father was and why his mother wouldn't reveal his father's identity.
Whoever his father was, however, he was sure that they shared powers. Ira clenched his right hand into a fist and watched as three bone claws slid from his knuckles, reaching a length of about eight to ten inches. Rotating his arm, he watched as the fourth and final claw emerged from his wrist, not quite as long as the other three.
Ira looked up, his dark brown eyes on the dilapidated mansion. He knew of a few mutants with the same eerie bone claws, but had been warned that they weren't neccessarily the most friendly of people.
His ears picked up someone speaking and his eyes quickly found the source. A woman stood closer to the ruins than he. Ira quickly took a step back, staying in the shadows.
Post by CANDICE MCCOY on May 23, 2010 21:21:01 GMT -6
Candice continued to pay her respects at the memorial. She would come here and talk to her parents as if they were physically infront of her. This is just something she has done since they perished.
"Father, Mother, I'm thinking of going to medical school to become a doctor like you both were. It is rewarding being a nurse, but I want more." She said. She knew they would be proud of her for making that decision.
The girl looked around at the ruins. It made her sad to see the former X-Men mansion a dilapidated mess. She spent much of her childhood in that mansion. It took her a few years to get over losing her childhood home and she still wasn't over her parents' deaths. That was something one never got over. They could learn to cope, but they never truly get over it.
The woman's cell phone rang. It was her friend from work. She really wasn't in the mood to answer the phone so she just let it ring.