The Boy With The Red Sunglasses

Evelyn James is just an average teenage girl - clever, relatively popular, friendly. But after the unbelievable events of her prom night, she manages to fall into more and more trouble, and there is only one person who understands - the boy with the red sunglasses. *Basically, an X-Men fanfic set in present day, explaining Scott's first experiences with his mutation and the X-Men. I've been told it makes total sense even if you don't know anything about X-Men! So, please check it out. :)*

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45. Freedom

"Scott?" I shout his name almost certain that there will be no reply. Even so, I have to try it. This place is huge. I am currently getting lost in coils of corridors and rooms. I have to find him; I haven't come this far for nothing! Of course, I don't even know where 'this place' is. We could be anywhere. Even if I do find him, there is no guarantee that we will escape unharmed. But I can't not try!
Whilst running back to the main corridor after meeting yet another dead end, I think of who I am now. It's strange how the events of the last few days have changed me so much. Just the other day, at the old church, I was a completely different person. I was scared. I relied on teamwork, within a team that had been set up just that morning. Now... Now, I'm different. I'm more determined. I'm more independent. I'm not scared; the fear that tries to grow inside me is pushed to the back of my brain. I have a task to do and I'm going to get it done. I'm probably not scared because I don't honestly care what happens to me now. I've messed up so much recently that messing up myself wouldn't really matter. I've messed up all of my friendships with my new teammates - I've terrified Bobby, I've made it clear that me and Jean can never be friends, I've made things more than awkward with Warren, I've shamed the professor, and Scott... I just hope Scott can forgive me for all the shit I've done.
"Scott!" I call his name again, my hopes are diminishing slowly. But then I hear it, a noise. I sprint towards the source.
"Scott?"
"Evelyn!" I can hear Scott's faint, muffled voice.
"It's okay! I'm coming!" My face breaks into the biggest grin.
I keep running. Scott's muffled cries get louder and louder. I'm getting closer! I'm going to- Oh for God’s sake!
Two men suited all in black stand before me, their guns pointing in my direction. I flick my hair quickly and feel it ignite. The men grab their inappropriately huge guns with both hands.
"We don't want to hurt you, lady!" One of them yells. Jeez, why do people keep saying that?
"That's funny," I call, slowly moving my fingers through my hair. "Because I really don't mind if I hurt you!"
I fling my hand forward and the flames propel towards them at extreme speed. I hear gunshots shortly before they scream. Then I feel it. I look down and notice that the far right side of my abdomen is bleeding. One of them hit me!
I have to get to Scott as quickly as possible now. I run down the corridor, clutching my side, and avoiding looking at the screaming, moaning men on the floor who I most probably just permanently disfigured.
"Scott!" I shout out. My voice is weaker now and I feel the effect of my blood loss start to take hold.
"Evelyn!" His voice is louder now.
Then I see it, a door. That's got to be it! I run faster now to reach it. I kick it open, hard, sending vibrations through my body. I cry out in pain as the vibrations reach my wound.
"Evelyn?" Scott sounds panicked. I look up to see him flicking his head in different directions. "What's wrong? What did they-"
"Shhh... I'm here." I whisper when I reach him. As I untie him, the first tear slips down my cheek and I bite my lip hard - the pain is nearly unbearable now. However, the adrenaline pushes me on. Scott stands quickly once freed.
"What happened?" He begs.
"We have to get out of here!" I tell him, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the door. This would be so much easier if Scott could see!
We run through twisting corridors searching for an exit with no luck. My vision begins to blur. There's no way I'll be able to get Scott out of here if it takes much longer! Then I see it - a small patch of moonlight on the ground. I pull Scott over to it and look up. Yes! A vent. There is a ladder built into the wall next to it. This must be some sort of fire escape.
"Okay, Scott," I take hold of his arms and look into his face "I'm gunna need you to climb this ladder," I guide his hands one of the metal bars "and when you get to the top, I want you to push hard on the grate above you, okay?"
He nods and follows my orders exactly. Considering he's blind right now, his spacial awareness is spectacular!
"Great! Well done. Now climb out and wait for me." He does so. I place my hands on the first bar and take a breath, I'm beginning to feel dizzy and off balance now. I can't give up! Not when I'm this close! I breathe slowly, and the fire recedes from my hair. This is it. I grit my teeth and moan through the pain as I make my way up the ladder.
Once I am outside, I struggle to pull myself to my feet.
"What's happened, Evelyn? There's something wrong, please just tell me!" Scott begs. I take his hand and begin running again, into the night. "Evelyn! Tell me!"
"I've been shot. It's okay. I'm fine." I lie. The last thing we need is for either of us to panic. He stops running, forcing me to a halt with him.
"You're not fine." He states, and places his hands gently over my body. I hear his shape intake of breath when his fingers touch the blood soaked fabric around my wound. "We need to get out of here now! I'm going to try to make telepathic contact with the professor. Put pressure on the wound."
"Scott," I whisper, my voice weaker than ever. "I can't."
"Don't say that! Just try! Try for me." He's crying. Why would he cry? I've never seen him cry before. I begin to feel weak and decide to sit before my legs give out. I tug Scott's hand and he sits beside me.
"I'm sorry, for everything." My apology breaks through my sobs. "Jean told me what really happened. I was so stupid! I'm so-"
"No," he cuts in. "No, they'll be plenty of time for silly apologies when we get home." I might not get home, I think to myself.
"Scott, I kissed Warren. I'm sorry! I was angry, I didn't know-"
"Shut up! I don't care!" He yells, definitely crying now. "I love you, Evelyn! I'm never going to let myself lose you!"
My vision begins to tunnel. This is it. I'm going to die. I'm not scared. But I don't want to die. I want to grow up, raise a family. I want to live my life. I don't want to die now, but if I have to, at least I'm comfortable. And at least I saved Scott before I did. I lean my head on Scott's shoulder.
"I love you, Scott." My voice is nearly inaudible. "Goodbye."
I can hear Scott's shouts but cannot make out what he's saying. Slowly the world around me descends into black.

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