Every time I think of my past I shudder. Every moment I deal with some one new my past eats me alive. Every person who has hurt me, and every organization who wants to use me . That is all I see. I never had a family. Family to me is an illusion. It is an illusion I would one day like to know.
Alex's quote
Alex's quote
The bar was quiet. Alex tossed back a glass of an amber colored liquid. It burned the back of his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut as he sat the glass down .
The attending bar tender rolled his eyes . " You sure you are the legal age?"
Alex nodded while his fingers traced around the edge of his glass. The ember colored liquid made him think of the wall paper in his childhood home. It made him remember a radiant sun. A heat so unbearable it felt like blisters would form on the skin. For an instant he could see his mother's face smiling back at him. He could remember her smell, her smile, and what she wore. He could remember how kind she was until she changed.
That night he was getting ready for bed . While he started to remember he took a drink. The liquid burned . The burn was not enough to deter the nightmarish feelings that budded.
All he did was give his mother a hug. Images of a hairy man, and her calling him Wolverine echoed in his mind. Other things slowly started to trickle in. He could feel her tense in his arms as he held her. He remembered letting go , and asking who is Wolverine .
He remembered her crying, and apologizing. He remembered her running away from him as if afraid to touch him. He remembered his mother running to her own bedroom , and slamming the door shut.
Leaving him alone, confused, and hurt. That was the start of his nightmare.
The attending bar tender rolled his eyes . " You sure you are the legal age?"
Alex nodded while his fingers traced around the edge of his glass. The ember colored liquid made him think of the wall paper in his childhood home. It made him remember a radiant sun. A heat so unbearable it felt like blisters would form on the skin. For an instant he could see his mother's face smiling back at him. He could remember her smell, her smile, and what she wore. He could remember how kind she was until she changed.
That night he was getting ready for bed . While he started to remember he took a drink. The liquid burned . The burn was not enough to deter the nightmarish feelings that budded.
All he did was give his mother a hug. Images of a hairy man, and her calling him Wolverine echoed in his mind. Other things slowly started to trickle in. He could feel her tense in his arms as he held her. He remembered letting go , and asking who is Wolverine .
He remembered her crying, and apologizing. He remembered her running away from him as if afraid to touch him. He remembered his mother running to her own bedroom , and slamming the door shut.
Leaving him alone, confused, and hurt. That was the start of his nightmare.
Wrong spot for a RP. Try either the "General", "Fantasy", or "Sci-fi" forums.
This is not an rp but his back story . I have no intention of turning it into an rp. I can make longer post.( Disclaimer I do not own X men) I say back story, but it takes place in the present. This story is about how his past started to shape him. How he ended up with the Brotherhood . Where he was before the Brotherhood . How he ended up working with shield . It is a bit confusing.
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