Extremes Chapter 11: Resolutions


*This story is in first person narrative from the view point of Drew
Ebon.*

        Being a psionic sure comes in handy when I'm unconscious. I
sensed the
major tension while I was out, overcome by those memories from Excalibur
of Rachel Summers. Now I look upon the once sweet face of the young
girl, probably about Alex's and my age, now turned to pure hated. I've
always wondered how anyone that can be so sweet one moment can become a
vindictive monster! I have been told many times that appearances can be
deceiving, although I really haven't followed that rule. Despite her
eyes are ablaze with anger, I do however since a kindred soul within
this girl.
        "Where . . . have . . . you . . . taken me?!" she lets out an
unearthly
utterance, as I hear the sound of loud thunder all around us, but how
can that be?! We just got here a few moments ago and the weather has
already changed drastically? How? Unless  . . . ! "Tell me now," she
shrieks the command, the thunder growing stronger, "or suffer the
consequences!"
        "Hey, lady, if you want to fight, I'm willing to put on a show!"
comes
the cry of my dear friend, Alex Davidson. I see him charge at our
perplexed adversary; his magnetic crimson field surrounding him. I can't
let this happen. He didn't even think of alternatives. That numbskull!
Her expression seems as if she is ready to prepare a defense against
Alex. I reach out to the minds of all those around me, excluding the
girl, with my awesome powers of the mind that I have yet to learn their
full potential and discover why they have such an adverse effect on me.
Everyone I called out to freezes, body and mind. I stand up, shaky from
my recent episode of unconsciousness.
        "Why do you show these hostilities against those who saved
you?!"
        She looks confused again, blinking her eyes several times. 
        "Oh, I know, I know!" she cries, slamming into me. She lifts her
head
up to lock eyes with me. Tears envelope her face like a newborn child,
seeing the first glimpse of earthly light. I take pity on this poor
creature.
        "How," she starts, turning her head to look to the other side,
"did I
get here?"
        "We were coming to this island, and when we were over the
Atlantic, a
flash of light shot from the sky. I went out and I knew that flash was a
person, and I rescued you. I apologize for not being here when you woke
up. Maybe everything could have been simpler that way."
        "You . . . remind me of someone I know, but we've never met,
have we?"
        "Well, I don't know," I say. "Where are you from?"
        "Jurai  . . . *" she speaks a word unfamiliar to me as she
faints into
my arms. I lay her on the medical bed, gently with my telekinesis,
trying very hard to concentrate on this and holding off the others. Oh,
well, I guess I better do that.
        I turn around to face many I have met previously and others that
I have
just met, those whom I have given a bad impression by fainting in front
of them. Before I do, though, I generate a t.k. shield near Alex so when
I do release the hold, his magnetic energies will be blocked. I reach
down into the very core of my  being and disengage the telekinetic holds
on my present and future friends. Most of the trip, especially Alex, who
surprisingly did not let out a magnetic bolt. 
        Gathering his thoughts, Alex says to me, "What happened? Oh,
Drew,
you're awake!"
        "You're so perceptive."
        "Thanks!" he grins, scratching the back of his neck. "Hey, wait
a
minute. The girl, she's asleep?"
        "Sure is. Listen, everyone, I think that we all should leave the
medical lab. She'll be okay."
        "What if she has one of those episodes again?" asks Kathrine
Pryde.
        "Don't worry, Ms. Pryde, she won't. We had a little talk."
        They leave, but I star behind, of course, for I still wanted to
know
who this girl is. I sit down beside her and look at her tear scorched
face, yet underneath it. I sense  a gentle face, as well as well as a
gentle soul. I would mind scan her, but that would be invading her
privacy. I can't do that. That'd be wrong.
        She said something about she thought she knew me, but how is
that
possible? I leave the room, and by mind scans through members of
Excalibur, who now are discussing with Mr. Cassidy about the whole
mutant tracking thing, the sole purpose we're here, I find my way to
their Ready Room, equipped with the most sophisticated of technologies
and the newly built Cerebro, hanging above. I sit in front of a large
screen, which is probably some sort of computer. I intend to find out
what the word of which the girl spoke of . . . Jurai. I find out quickly
that this whole system in the room is built upon psi-sensitivity. With
that in mind, I use just but a thought to turn the gigantic unit on.
Inputting the name she spoke of, the computer makes all sorts of sounds,
searching for the information that now I fiercely crave. I've always
been the curious type. My mother always said that I need to keep my nose
in my own business, but did I listen. No. Learning about the lives of
those around me is so intriguing. You never know what kind of person you
hand out with. My thoughts are really all I have now. I always put on an
act, to hide my true feelings from everyone else. No one knows that I'm
just a depressed boy, who so desperately wants to put the mask aside,
and extinguish the loneliness that ever since I can remember having,
had. Having psionic powers helps, though. I can just make a mental
block, almost acting like an antidepressant. They don't last long,
unfortunately. It's not just the loneliness, though. It seems as if part
of my life has just whisked away into nothingness. There's a void in my
heart and I have no clue on how to fill it. Oh, well  . . . {Charlie,
this is where I wasn't so sure on what to write; do you think that I
should give us some problems in the story? Like teenage problems? I was
writing the following last night, but I'm not sure to use it. Tell me if
it's good or not, and if not, I'll finish this chapter another way,
okay? Here we go!!!!}  Before I go any further, I lay back in the chair
and think of the days before I even heard the term, mutant. Something
that really sticks our in mu memory band is the memory of Kathryn Starr,
the girl I had a major crush on. I always felt like we could never be a
couple, and that fear lead to the disintegration our friendship, or it
is to me way of thinking. I guess she thought of me as always her
friend. Then I didn't have telepathy, so I wouldn't know. Of, well, Drew
ole chap, stop feeling sorry for yourself. From here on out, I am a
changed person! I'm tired of thinking so lowly of myself. A mile comes
on m have after realizing all the food things in my life. I really am a
lucky guy. 
        Back to work. The screen says: NOT FOUND. Hmm, that's
interesting. That
could only mean one thing of this computer can't track it down. This
girl is from either a different plane of reality, which would explain
her knowledge of me, or she's from another planet. This sure is weird!
        The illumination of the computer screen starts to make my eyes
burn and
water. I blink my eyes, releasing the solemn tears. To make myself
relaxed, which is need caused by all of the tension, I turn off the
computer and start ‘backstroking' on telekinetic waves, as  I close my
eyes, letting serenity fill my soul and suppling me with the perception
that I'm lighter than a feather. Breathing in and our slowly almost
makes me want to go to sleep. I refuse, however, and when I open my
eyes, I am hovering over a cliff of Muir Island. I turn my body around
with a thought and look down at the gently rolling waters. I see many
haves, looking up at me from the ocean, from my past. I wonder . . . am
I just imagining the, or am I actually producing astral images. Normally
reminders of those that care and love me would just make me depressed,
but this time I feel as if their love is with me, therefore
extinguishing the suffering.  Staying outside lets my mind wander, and
time is nothing. When I finally realize that it's late and the beautiful
starts are out, Mr. Cassidy comes near me.
        "Hullo, lad," he says sternly, yet sincerely at the same time.
        Standing straight before him, and I answer him, "Hello, Mr.
Cassidy. I
guess you'll be going now, huh? I'm sorry I haven't been in with the
rest of you."
        "Tis all right, Drew," he says putting his hand on my shoulder.
"I know
you're going through some hard times, but I know you and the others will
do just fine here."
        "Thank you."
        "Goodluck," is the only thing he says to me as he leaves for the
Blackbird. I feel so sorry for him. All of us are very important to him.
I can sense that he wants to an ‘atonement' for not being there for his
daughter. Goodbye, Mr. Cassidy.
        "Hey, Drew, com'on!" I hear Gareth's voice coming from the door
into
the Facility. "We're going to take the grand tour!"
        "All right, I'll be there in a second!"
        I turn to the waters again with a smile on my face. I think I'm
going
to like it here. The placidly in the air is overwhelming. Looking up
into the stars, I ponder on today's events. First I had to say goodbye
to Paige, which I thought was painful. Then we went onto the Blackbird
to come here. A person fell from the sky and we saved her. Bring her
here, she gets all mad, then all sad. She utters a name unknown and
then, Drew? Where does it go from there?  Well, I better get going, or
I'm going to make the, mad. I soar off of the ground quickly and land at
the door, going in to see the members of Excalibur
        Oh, gosh, I have been so rude today! Excalibur must have a bad
feeling
about me by now for not trying to get to know them. Well, because of my
current resolution of berrying the introvert within, I can finally
express myself even with these grownups. Dr. MacTaggert, being our
guide,  starts us off on the tour. 
        Standing beside Alex, I talk to him through our telepathic link,
~Hey,
Alex, I'm sorry, but I don't really feel up to this. Is it okay if I
bail out? ~
        ~Fine with me, but what are they going to think? ~
        ~Alex, for once in my life, I don't rally care what others
think, but
you are right of course. I'll just make an astral image of myself. Bye,
guy~
        ~See ya! Hey, Drew, do you know where your room is? It' right
near mine
and it's . . . ~
        ~I know, Alex.~
        ~Sorry, keep on forgetting you're a mind reader.~
        I create an astral coating all around me and I step out side
ways,
letting the coating stay in place. The coating eventually takes the
shape and likeness of me. Then creating a psionic field around me so no
one can see me, I go to my room. I telekinetically change my attire,
unmake my bed and fall gently onto the soft bed. My eyes look straight
up at the ceiling as my mind wanders once more on what happened today.
The only thing that sticks out is that strange girl. Who is she? I
finally close my eyes on drift off to dream land . . .
        
|       "Prince Darrius, you must come with us immediately," says
someone at
the foot of my bed. Wait a minute, my name isn't Darrius! 
        "Who are you?!" I scream, sitting up in my bed, seeing three
men, but
it is not my bed I finally notice. This isn't even m room. What's going
on?
        Two of the, as what they look like, guards laugh hysterically.
The one
that had called me by that weird name give them a look that could kill.
And with that look, they stop laughing.
        "Prince Darrius, get ready and come with us to the Grand Room,"
he
says, as the other two chuckle.
        All right, I'll play this little game. I'm willing. To make sure
though
I reach out to them with my telepathy. What?! I can't even get a thought
pattern. What kind of world is this?
        "Okay, I'll get ready, but please wait for me outside of my
room."
        "As you wish," the leader says bowing, turning around and
leaving with
the other two.
        I reach down into my soul, pulling all of my psionic energies to
me. I
touch the bed and I can sense that this is not real. Nothing here is
real. It must be a dream, but I've never had a dream that I actually was
‘awake' in. At least I don't recall any. I stand up and go to the door,
looking through the keyhole on the door to see the ogres. I turn to go
to what appeared to be a closet so I could get ready for whatever
they're preparing. I notice something though as I reach for the handle.
I'm already dressed. Hmm, weird. Oh, well, I better go. I open the door
and the guards lead me to a gigantic room, with beautifully decorated
walls and even the ceiling. Part of the room is covered in darkness,
however. I wonder why. The lights above the dark area come on, revealing
a huge cake.
        "Surprise!!!!" people yell coming from behind the cake. "Happy
Birthday, Prince Darrius!!!!"
        "Happy birthday, son," a man comes over to me with a smile.
        "Thanks . . .I, uh . . ."
        "Happy birthday, Darrius," comes a voice of a young girl. I turn
around
to see the girl we had recently rescued. What is this?
        "Go to her, Darrius, she's waiting," the man pushes me to her.
        She hands me a present. Within the box is something like a
Life-saver
from a Star Wars movie.
        "What is this?" I question her.
        "It's an energy sword, my sill darling," she replies, coming
toward my
face and kissing my cheek. I, of course, blush.
        I look down at the ‘energy sword' she gave and I suddenly
remembered
something. My insane uncle, Michael, gave this exact same thing for my
fifteenth birthday party. He said he wanted to give it to me since he
found it on the very day I was brought into their world. This is so
confusing.
        "Darrius, what's wrong?"
                        "Um, could you tell me how old I am?"
        "Oh, silly," she laughs, "you're fifteen."
        Fifteen? This is getting spooky.  The character I'm acting in
this
dream and my own real life seems to be one in the same. Loud thundering
is suddenly heard outside. Everyone rushes to the tall windows on the
side, including myself, to see what was going on. Dark clouds fill the
sky, as a thunder-like laugh fills the air. 
        "What's going on?" I ask, all ignoring my question.
        Then what appears to be cracks filled with green light, surface
on the
walls. Soon enough, the entire complex is dust on the ground. I hear
someone laughing in the distance. I look over to see the girl, who has
fallen as well. I run after her, but before I can, a brilliant flash of
light fills the entire atmosphere, enveloping us all.
        "Ahhhhh!" I scream, sitting up in bed, breathing heavily. 
"She's
calling out to me, I know it."
        I leave the room and enter the medical lab, where everything is
still
and quiet. It had to be her. Somehow. Some of those memories that I
thought were mine weren't even real, although I was in a ‘real' like
form in my dream. I do have a Uncle Michael, but he's not crazy, and
I've never even seen that sword before.
        "Darrius?" the girl moans, still asleep.
        "What?" I rush over to her, putting my hands upon hers. That was
the
name she called me in the dream.

~~~~~
        
        The scene is changed back into the castle that I had been in, in
my
dream.

        "Prince Darrius! You must come with us immediately!" a guard
shouts to
me. " The kingdom is under attack!"
        This time, however, I have no free will. My body is compelled to
move.

        Entering a gigantic room, I seen my ‘dream father.' "My son!" he
screams, embracing me within his arms. "If only your poor mother and
twin brother, Darian, could be here with us!" he cries.
        I look up at his tear scorched face, and ask him, "Who . . . am
I?"
This is the only thing that I have been able to do since I got here in
this mysteriious plane of the mind. 
        "What?!" he wails. "You are Darrrius, Prince of Palsa, the
capital of
the planet Terran! How dare you ask such things?!"
        "Palsa?"

        "Mother!" I yell, seeing that I'm in a younger body of the
person I've
been portraying in my dreams. "Don't leave me, mother!"
        "Of course not, me dear," a beautiful woman picks me up in her
arms
like my ‘fahter' did to me earlier. "I will never leave you, my son. You
are my precious Darrius, the heir to the throne of Palsa."

~~~~~
        
        Back in reality, I run from the lab, back into my room, crying
as I hug
my pillow.
        "Who am I?????!!!!!!!!"
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