MoR: Dreamscapes - Kane
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xp_logsKane is conditioned for his new purpose.
It felt good to hold the bat. Garrison liked being up, even in high pressure situations. It made him feel like he was in control; that he was the one who would succeed or fail, as opposed to sitting on the sidelines and cheering on someone else. Was it egotism? An over-inflated sense of responsibility or duty? Kane grinned as he pushed the thoughts aside, swinging the bat in the on-deck circle. His shoulder twinged slightly, feeling stiff. Did he sleep on it oddly? Kane couldn't remember right now. Each practice swing made it feel better though, easier to move.
Singh drew a walk. The little shortstop was always getting on base, with that strange batting stance that was so hard to pitch to. Why was it past tense? That was him trotting down to first. Kane stepped into the batter's box, and settled himself, waving the bat slowly back and forth.
Men at first and second, with one out, and down by two. A single would drive in a run, give them someone at third. If he dropped a ground ball, it would be a double play, and that would cost them the game. They'd throw low to him, sinkers or cutters mostly. The first pitch was inside, forcing him out of the box. The second earned a swinging strike, his shoulder finally feeling good again; fast and responsive. Quick bat, he could hear the voice in his head, quick bat.
A wicked curveball just touched the edge of the plate, one ball and two strikes. Kane stepped back out of the box, to pause the rhythm of the pitcher. He heard his name yelled, and turned to see Adrienne sitting on the bleachers, cheering for him. Kane had time for a grin before stepping back in the box.
He had to come to the plate. He'd stay away with the breaking ball, but he'd have to throw heat across the zone. Kane dug in, and smiled. A sinker, and slightly up. The bat whistled around, his shoulder and hands quick, synced up with his reflexes. The sound of the bat striking the ball was glory.
***
They ran, dodging overturned trees, old stumps, and chunks of granite. Kane was faster, and he could feel his powers in his gait, using speed and reflexes to duck the obstacles. But Logan seemed to be able to keep up with him, running low to the ground and anticipating upcoming difficulties. Kane hurtled another tree, neither of them breathing heavily. There was a case of beer on the race, first back to the camp, where the rest of Alpha Flight was under Judd's watchful eye to re-qualify in their wilderness training.
The shorter man ducked through a jumble of trees, heading down the hill, leaving Kane to change his path, and go up into the trees. His hands tingled, as if something had changed, as he moved from branch to branch, using his strength to vault over the gaps between them, keeping up with Logan.
Logan turned suddenly, and Garrison hit the bottom of the cliff, feet tearing up a furrow as he landed. Oddly, he couldn't feel the cold, or the sting of the rough bark against his hands. Just the clean run for a goal.
A goal.
Something had to be done, ahead of all else. Was it the race? No. The race meant something, representing something bigger. Something more important. Something that could not be stopped for anything else, no matter what. Was that what Logan had said before the race? What was it now the most important thing?
Kane tried to stop, only to feel his body respond on its own. Again, he moved out after Logan, not able to define why.
***
"Marie, come up." Kane said, reaching down and pulling her up by her hand. She wasn't flying, she couldn't, although Kane couldn't recall why. It had been a crash. Both of them where bruised, and her invulnerability had protected them both from being killed outright.
The crash had shredded her jacket, and she'd started the climb by removing the rags and tossing it aside, electing to go in just the Xavier t-shirt she wore underneath. Her flesh was warm, and he felt it against his flesh were she gripped his hand. There was a moment as her powers engaged, and Kane winced, his energy being pulled by her powers. But he held on, it was important for some reason, and shortly, the pain stopped.
Maybe two more hours to climb, but it was important that they make it. Kane couldn't remember why, but X-Men don't give up. They had a job to do, Garrison remembered. It was important. It was the most important thing ever. What did Scott say was up there? Why was it so vital?
Xavier's depended on it, he knew. It was screaming in his mind. They had to make it. If he didn't, it would be the end of everything he cared about. Marie had already started climbing again, looking back at him with questioning eyes. She understood the importance better than him. Garrison tried to put the question aside, to climb with her. To do the job. But why was it-- had Scott given them the mission? How had they been shot down?
What was so damn important at the top of the mountain? There was something that just wouldn't let him ignore it and continue to climb. Why wouldn't he just--
The base of his neck began to tingle, and the sudden force of the headache drove him to his knees. Marie was still in front of him, beckoning him on urgently, but the black pain was splitting his head open. Kane curled into a ball, the pain spreading through his body, ripping away the thoughts and leaving only--
***
Kane gasped as he jerked awake. He couldn't see anything, only feeling his head encased in some kind of helmet. His headache was continual, and Garrison couldn't tell where he was. Kane fought his own reactions, dominating the panic that threatened to swamp him, forcing himself to stop moving, to lie back and think. He had no idea where he was, his last memories of a brutal attack and nothing but irrational dreams.
People were talking, and he could isolate a voice; Pete. It was Wisdom talking. About Apocalypse? Kane had no idea where they were, but there was information about Apocalypse, and a voice he couldn't recognize discussing a plan to bring him down. Kane forced himself silent and still, forgetting about all of the questions and making himself listen, using Pete's voice as an anchor to quiet himself. And to wait.
It felt good to hold the bat. Garrison liked being up, even in high pressure situations. It made him feel like he was in control; that he was the one who would succeed or fail, as opposed to sitting on the sidelines and cheering on someone else. Was it egotism? An over-inflated sense of responsibility or duty? Kane grinned as he pushed the thoughts aside, swinging the bat in the on-deck circle. His shoulder twinged slightly, feeling stiff. Did he sleep on it oddly? Kane couldn't remember right now. Each practice swing made it feel better though, easier to move.
Singh drew a walk. The little shortstop was always getting on base, with that strange batting stance that was so hard to pitch to. Why was it past tense? That was him trotting down to first. Kane stepped into the batter's box, and settled himself, waving the bat slowly back and forth.
Men at first and second, with one out, and down by two. A single would drive in a run, give them someone at third. If he dropped a ground ball, it would be a double play, and that would cost them the game. They'd throw low to him, sinkers or cutters mostly. The first pitch was inside, forcing him out of the box. The second earned a swinging strike, his shoulder finally feeling good again; fast and responsive. Quick bat, he could hear the voice in his head, quick bat.
A wicked curveball just touched the edge of the plate, one ball and two strikes. Kane stepped back out of the box, to pause the rhythm of the pitcher. He heard his name yelled, and turned to see Adrienne sitting on the bleachers, cheering for him. Kane had time for a grin before stepping back in the box.
He had to come to the plate. He'd stay away with the breaking ball, but he'd have to throw heat across the zone. Kane dug in, and smiled. A sinker, and slightly up. The bat whistled around, his shoulder and hands quick, synced up with his reflexes. The sound of the bat striking the ball was glory.
***
They ran, dodging overturned trees, old stumps, and chunks of granite. Kane was faster, and he could feel his powers in his gait, using speed and reflexes to duck the obstacles. But Logan seemed to be able to keep up with him, running low to the ground and anticipating upcoming difficulties. Kane hurtled another tree, neither of them breathing heavily. There was a case of beer on the race, first back to the camp, where the rest of Alpha Flight was under Judd's watchful eye to re-qualify in their wilderness training.
The shorter man ducked through a jumble of trees, heading down the hill, leaving Kane to change his path, and go up into the trees. His hands tingled, as if something had changed, as he moved from branch to branch, using his strength to vault over the gaps between them, keeping up with Logan.
Logan turned suddenly, and Garrison hit the bottom of the cliff, feet tearing up a furrow as he landed. Oddly, he couldn't feel the cold, or the sting of the rough bark against his hands. Just the clean run for a goal.
A goal.
Something had to be done, ahead of all else. Was it the race? No. The race meant something, representing something bigger. Something more important. Something that could not be stopped for anything else, no matter what. Was that what Logan had said before the race? What was it now the most important thing?
Kane tried to stop, only to feel his body respond on its own. Again, he moved out after Logan, not able to define why.
***
"Marie, come up." Kane said, reaching down and pulling her up by her hand. She wasn't flying, she couldn't, although Kane couldn't recall why. It had been a crash. Both of them where bruised, and her invulnerability had protected them both from being killed outright.
The crash had shredded her jacket, and she'd started the climb by removing the rags and tossing it aside, electing to go in just the Xavier t-shirt she wore underneath. Her flesh was warm, and he felt it against his flesh were she gripped his hand. There was a moment as her powers engaged, and Kane winced, his energy being pulled by her powers. But he held on, it was important for some reason, and shortly, the pain stopped.
Maybe two more hours to climb, but it was important that they make it. Kane couldn't remember why, but X-Men don't give up. They had a job to do, Garrison remembered. It was important. It was the most important thing ever. What did Scott say was up there? Why was it so vital?
Xavier's depended on it, he knew. It was screaming in his mind. They had to make it. If he didn't, it would be the end of everything he cared about. Marie had already started climbing again, looking back at him with questioning eyes. She understood the importance better than him. Garrison tried to put the question aside, to climb with her. To do the job. But why was it-- had Scott given them the mission? How had they been shot down?
What was so damn important at the top of the mountain? There was something that just wouldn't let him ignore it and continue to climb. Why wouldn't he just--
The base of his neck began to tingle, and the sudden force of the headache drove him to his knees. Marie was still in front of him, beckoning him on urgently, but the black pain was splitting his head open. Kane curled into a ball, the pain spreading through his body, ripping away the thoughts and leaving only--
***
Kane gasped as he jerked awake. He couldn't see anything, only feeling his head encased in some kind of helmet. His headache was continual, and Garrison couldn't tell where he was. Kane fought his own reactions, dominating the panic that threatened to swamp him, forcing himself to stop moving, to lie back and think. He had no idea where he was, his last memories of a brutal attack and nothing but irrational dreams.
People were talking, and he could isolate a voice; Pete. It was Wisdom talking. About Apocalypse? Kane had no idea where they were, but there was information about Apocalypse, and a voice he couldn't recognize discussing a plan to bring him down. Kane forced himself silent and still, forgetting about all of the questions and making himself listen, using Pete's voice as an anchor to quiet himself. And to wait.
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