Post by airalinaseerhart on Dec 11, 2010 1:59:28 GMT -5
Fabian would have been pulled from whatever he was doing by one of the teachers in the school. He would be told that he had 10 minutes to prepare for challenge greater than he'd ever recieved before in this school. The 10 mintues could be used for whatever it was that Fabian needed to do to prepare. Now, Bryton Yorkshire sat in the Danger Room, carefully typing away, programming the computer to fit Fabian's abilities, weaknesses, and strengths.
Fabian Hughes didn't really need the 10 minutes to prepare, but he took them anyways. After speaking with Professor Yorkshire once before about the special danger room sessions, he felt that this indeed was going to be the greatest challenge he's ever faced with his ability. It oculd very well go down hill. Stepping into the danger room for the first time since his arrival, Fabian looked around. His usual academy uniform was ditched for a green t-shirt, dark denim jeans, and white sneakers, glasses hanging on a silver chain- it was a precaution in case they got knocked off so he could find them again. Pushing said glasses up his nose, Fabian looked to Professor Yorkshire and nodded a greeting. "Good evening, Professor." In all honesty, he was scared. Fabian didn't know what to expect!
Bryton Yorkshire spun in the chair, turning to Fabian. "Evening, Fabian. I'm sure you know what you've been called to do. I want to warn you now that this will test your abilities to the greatest extent, as well as test your emotional maturity and intelligence. Be prepared to face things that may horrify you. They may even break you down. You will be given three tasks, each one more difficult than the last, in some manner. Each is aimed to tackle one of your weaknesses head on. If you cannot handle a task, you may forfeit, but you will fail, and be chosen to do it again in the near future, until you are able to face your weaknesses. Is all of this clear to you?" he asked. Bryton was very serious, but it was obvious that he was also open and caring.
Fabian Hughes stood staring into the glass of the Danger Room. He was curious as to how the machine worked, but he still listened to Bryton's instructions all the same. When the man finished, Fabian's blue eyes went from the glass, to Professor and he nodded. "Yes, Sir. I understand, these tests are to show you where everyone is in their mutant capabilities- Simple enough. Not only that, but it also shows our resistance to fear, temptation, etc." Maybe he was thinking to deep into it. "Either way, I'm glad I didn't eat anything before coming in." Placing his hands in his pockets, he assumed it was best to just get this started and over with, so he took it upon himself to walk into the simulator and wait for further instructions.
Bryton would stand up and follow Fabian into the Danger Room, then. Fabian was a special case, so he decided to give him one last piece of information. "This will all seem real to you, Fabian. But I want you to know this: none of it is. It is all a simulation. I also want to apologize in advance," he said. He'd give a smile and a supportive tug of the shoulder, then he'd walk out of the Danger Room. Tired of sitting, he would stand at the full length glass. The screen lit up, and text spilled across it. Custom Simulation, begin. Fabian would find that the screen disappeared, and he would find himself in a dark, lightless room. He'd hear something scutter across the floor, a rat of some sort. And then, he'd see a flash of light and hear a loud bang, as a bullet fired right at the rat, and it dropped over dead. Just a little light was spilled into the area, showing him the way across the floor. These are motion activated guns, Fabian. Be extremely mindful. Use your forcefields. There are a number of ways to succeed at the first task. Be wise.
Fabian Hughes had yet to understand how this all would seem so real in such an enclosed space with no special goggles or anything, but he trusted what Bryton said and nodded. "Yes, sir. I will keep that in mind." Then he apologized, and Fabian was left at a standstill. Sorry? Why would he be sorry? It was just a physical test right? Like the ones at school? How bad could it be? Then, the man left the room, the door locked, and everything grew dark. Behind his glasses, Fabian squinted- Now he understood, somewhat. Subconsciously, in the darkness after the gun shot went off he jumped, and around him an orange dome was created. He felt that he was in danger, thus the orange hue to his usually colorless/blue tinted domes. "Motion sensored guns? Wha--" He wanted to ask what he had to do.. but that could be cheating! So, in his little orange bubble of space, he began to walk around blindly.
Slowly, light would begin to fill the area, but not so much that Fabian would know where all the turrents were. As Fabian began to step, bullets would start firing at him at high speed. If Fabian stopped, they would stop accordingly. The door could be seen from where he stood, it was a big white door, with big metal bars in the middle. He just had to make it that far. Running would cause all the turrents to go off, which could very well over whelm Fabian. Walking too slowly might mean taking more ammo than he has to. Fabian had to figure out a strategy.
Fabian Hughes winced everytime an army of bullets decided it'd be fun to smack Fabian's shield. It was aggrivating, because everytime it decided to do that it was like someone was poking him in the back of the neck, which could potentially become painful. Stoic expression remained on his face as his feet just drifted a few inches from the floor-- then a few more, and finally at a steady pace he rose up towards the ceiling. It'd be horrible if he ended up hitting the ceiling and falling back towards the ground. Wasted energy, much? After what felt like two stories, the gun shots finally stopped. Fabian looked down-- The ground was a long ways down by now! What if I just went splat right about now? Shaking his head, Fabian cleared his thoughts and mentally scolded himself for thinking that way and drifted above the weapons to get to the door. However-- he was too paranoid to consider collapsing that shield.
Bryton smiled from behind the glass, and even though Fabian didn't know it, he was proud to call Fabian his student. The gunshots receded, but Fabian had another problem approaching. The door was underneath a ledge, which meant that he'd have to endure more gunshots to get down. Or, he could try something else. The torrents weren't entirely too well screwed on, as maitenance was rarely done. Whether Fabian could see this or not depended on whether his shields emitted enough light. Bryton watched proudly.
Fabian would find himself, once he got out of that first room, in his home. The mansion he had last inhabited stood before him, in all the sameness that it had been the last time Fabian has seen it. Fabian would hear his mother's voice somewhere far off. Fabian would think that he was truely home. She was talking about the Spanish dance, the tango. "Leonard, it's really quite beautiful," Fabian would hear her saying, as some Spanish food's scent floated about the house. Cathy could be heard laughing, running around a floor above him.
Fabian Hughes closed his eyes as he ran through the door expecting to be met with more gunshots or something of the sort, however he stopped when he didn't feel any rasps on the shield around him. Opening his eyes, Fabian looked around. He was back home in Hull, England. Fabian kept in mind this was all fake, but looking around at the wooden floors, marble walls, the portraits, even the curtains- everything was absolutely perfect. The shield shone bright blue, but soon collapsed under Fabian's command. He was home! No matter what anyone said, he felt this was real- that the academy was all just a bad dream, his being homesick never existed. Fabian broke out into an all out sprint as he ran to the ballroom where he heard his mother's voice, a bright child-like smile on his face. Changing fads again as usual. "Mum! Dad! Cathy! Westlie!" He was all too eager to see their faces again, who cared if he got scolded for running? Fabian was at home, he could do what he felt like, scolding or no scolding.
The voices stopped when they heard the familiar sounds of Fabian. "Leonard... I thought you said he was at that school..." his mother's voice said, not at all happy. "He is... was... WESTLIE!" Leonard's voice called. Something banged, and Westlie's voice could be heard too. "He's back, isn't he?" Westlie asked. "Yes, take care of it," Leonard said, and the sound of his mother's heels and father's shoes departing was heard. By the time Fabian got to the ballroom, he was only in the company of Westlie. "Hello... Young Master Fabian," Westlie said, bowing a little. His eyes refused to meet Fabian's. Above, the sound of his mother and father ushering Cathy away was heard.
Fabian Hughes was smiling brightly and happily until he heard the words of his parents, and his footsteps slowed down. His mind raced a bit, and he began to wonder what was going on. Leonard and Penelope loved him! Westlie treated him like a grandson! What was going on here? Did he do something bad at school and he got in trouble? Were they mad because they thought he destroyed the coffee shop? That was Yael's fault! Opening the ballroom door, Fabian's expression had fallen into a frown, brow furrowed in worry. "Westlie? Wh- What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Is.. everyone mad at me? Please- I- whatever it is I did, I'm sorry. I.. Is it because I still can't control my powers 100% I-I'm trying, I promise! It'll take some time but... But..." He looked around the room for his parents and Cathy wondering where they might have gone. "I wish to apologize to Mama and Papa too, can you tell me where they went?"
Westlie shook his head, just a little sorrowful. "I can't, Young Master..." Westlie moved over by Fabian, very casually. If Fabian didn't back away or anything to prevent him to, Westlie would move to grip Fabian's wrist. "Forgive me, Young Master..." Westlie said, and then a swift turn would launch Fabian towards the huge stained windows, with superhuman strength. Westlie... a mutant too? Were Fabian successfully thrown out the window, Westlie would begin towards the large doors, moving to make his exit.
Fabian Hughes's worried expression remained as he stared at his old friend in complete shock. "You can't? But-- Westlie, please! They'll never understand if I can't explain, I didn't do anything wrong I promise!" He stood rooted to the spot, absolutely sure that the pepper haired butler would understand and listen, because Westlie always listened to him. The old man was his best friend, he always had been, for as long as Fabian can remember. When the man grabbed Fabian's wrist he tried to pull himself free. "No! Westlie! Unhand me! I have to find Mama and Papa!" Then-- before he knew it he was soaring through the air, and for once it wasn't his fault. Time seemed to slow down as he watched the old man's face shrink away, and out through the stained glass window he went. Fabian cried out, and fell onto the rose bushes outside the window. His first thought was Mother won't be pleased I ruined her roses. Before he realized-- he was just thrown out of his own house, by one of the people he trusted most. The reality of it all hit his stomach like a cold stone. Fabian sat up, wincing. He was bloody, and scratched all along his back from the thorns and glass. Fabian was absolutely set on finding out what he'd done wrong. Climbing out of the bushes, Fabian shuddered-- he hated the blood running down his arms and back- but that wasn't of important. Jumping off the ground he flew right back into the window, and landed back where he standed before being thrown. "Westlie!" He pleaded with the old man who was leaving. "I don't want to leave- I just got here, and... I can't leave, until this problem is resolved. Now.. Where is Mum and Dad?"
Bryton coughed and backed away from the glass, even turning to look away. Have I gone too far...? he asked himself. It was a miracle the kids didn't all hate him in the first place. Perhaps they'd forgiven him? He sighed, and turned back to look at Fabian react. Westlie turned to look at Fabian coming back in. "Fabian please. Your mother and father asked me... to..." Westlie froze. Everything did. What was happening? Bryton shook his head, and then everything started again. He left the room, leaving Sebastian at the window to record, while Bryton went to go get rid of this feeling. "Keep you out of the house. Don't you feel bad, Fabian? You ruined your father's business. You ruined the lives of all of your family. All because of what you can do. You put your sister in danger. You forced your father into the house. Can't you see?" Westlie sighed. You must get past Westlie in order to advance. Fight past your emotions, and take him down. 'It will be easy enough, if you can ignore your emotions for long enough.' You will not pass if you don't fight him. Bryton's voice rang. He was getting a cell phone. And one of the students who could heal minor injuries.
Fabian Hughes loved his family more than anything in the world. They had accepted him, they had encouraged him, and helped him when things got bad because of his powers. Why was it now his parents decided to hate him? Why couldn't they have just rejected him from the start if this was going to happen? It tore his heart into a million pieces hearing what Westlie had to say. "I... I do feel bad, but it wasn't my fault! It was all an accident Westlie! I promise! I didn't want to be a mutant it just happened!" His eyes bubbled with tears, because what the butler said really hit home. This is exactly what Fabian had thought when he'd abandoned his family crest. He nodded when Westlie asked if he could see. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't.. I tried so hard to gain control on my own. I really did- But-" Sniffle. Bryton telling him to hurt Westlie wasn't reassuring, cause now he had to hurt his best friend to make the people he loved feel unsafe around him. "I'm so sorry Westlie, I really am. After this, you won't have to do anything for me ever again!" Fabian swept his right hand in front of him like he was pushing something aside on a desk. On que, a 7 foot tall blue wall of energy came and smacked Westlie into the nearest pillar. "No tea, no cleaning my room, no getting the bath ready, no more chores." He kept muttering to himself, and wiping his eyes before running off in the direction he heard the voices coming from earlier, Fabian owed Westlie big time.
[#] Westlie was slammed into the pillar, but he wasn't down just yet. "I'm sorry, Fabian! I can't let you go to your parents!" he shouted, slamming his fist into the pillar. It shattered, and Westlie lifted a large piece of the pillar and threw it at Fabian. Bryton, on the other hand, called Fabian's parents. "Leonard? Hi, this is Bryton Yorkshire. I'm sorry to call... but I need you to stay on the phone with me. Your son is currently in a true test of his abilities, and his ability to overcome fears and emotional barriers. I'm afraid I feel especially bad for putting him through what he's going through. I'd like you and... Westlie to be available as soon as he gets out of this test. It is very important he knows you still love him, and that Westlie is still his friend. I'm afraid this particular test can leave the students in a state of fear and sadness, if they aren't showed that it was all just a simulation as soon as they get out."
Fabian Hughes was running for the door about 10 feet off when he heard Westlie call behind him. Fabian slowed to a stop and turned to look at Westlie with pleading eyes. "But-- I have to see them. I want to come back home. I want to spend the holidays together, do they really hate me that much?" He was staring down at his feet guiltily, until he heard the crumbling of stone and saw a huge pillar come at him. Eyes widened, and he screamed, immediately dropping to the floor and ducking underneath the pillar. "WESTLIE! Are you TRYING to kill me?!" The little pieces of his heart were just getting stomped on with each violent, or hateful act shown to him. "I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it?!" Fabian stood back up, but shakily, ignoring the fact he was still bleeding and all this running around wasn't making the problem any better.
[#] When Leonard answered the phone any soft sounds of music from a violin and flute died down. "Hello?" Came a huskily accented deep voice. Mostly silence was heard on the other line as Leonard listened to what Bryton had to say. "A test?" Fabian had always done well on tests, but then again, if Fabian was doing a good job there wouldn't be any reason for Bryton to call for him. "I'll get Westlie then." He hurriedly spoke into the phone. It didn't even take two minutes to have the whole family, including Westlie sitting around the phone that was on speaker. "What's wrong with my poor Fabian?" Penelope sounded like she might cry. Not only was her first born away from her, but he needed her and she couldn't be there for the first time in his life. It was nerve wracking. "If you don't mind me asking, Sir Yorkshire- what exactly is it that has Young Master Fabian so shaken?" Everyone had to agree that they wanted to know too.
Westlie shakily grabbed another piece of the pillar and tossed it at him, but Bryton programmed it so that Westlie still cared for Fabian. "Fabian, please... Do away with me before I have to do so to you," Westlie said, lifting another large piece of the pillar, but not throwing it just yet. Bryton was having a similar problem with telling the parents just what was happening. "As you may know, there are some cruel people... cruel mutants out there. My job is to prepare the kids for these mutants. Some mutants have the potential to put their opponents in a situation that leaves them defensless... such as thinking they must fight their parents, or best friends, or lovers. Fabian is currently, in this simulation, being pitted up against Westlie. You must know that I do not mean to say Westlie would ever do the things his simulated counterpart is doing, but simply preparing him for the possibility a telepath... or equally as powerful of a mutant decides to use Fabian's weaknesses against him. He's doing well, mind you. But it might shake him more than I originally intended it to. Do you understand? I'm very sorry," Bryton said. 3 days in a row he'd been forced to shake his kids to their core... and now it really hurt to do it.
Fabian Hughes was panicking because he didn't know what to do! He was horrified that Westlie was trying to kill him. Fabian held his palms and tried to focus enough to make a forcefield that he could throw at Westlie and hopefully knock him out with. However, everytime a faint orange light appeared before him, it disappeared again. When Westlie picked up another pillar his hands were shaking and he couldn't concentrate. "C'mon c'mon c'mon!" He bounced on his heels in anticipation, and then the pillar was thrown. Time slow as it came closer... 10 feet- 7 feet, 5 feet, 3 feet- Fabian thought he was a complete goner bouncing around like an idiot like that, until his panicking became effective. Just as the pillar drew close to his face, his feet shot off the floor in an attempt to hover over the pillar- It worked, until the pillar passed, and he fell on the marble floor, face first. "Ow." He grumbled, and decided to take Westlie's advice. Trembling in fear and in pain, he sat on his knees and smacked at the air in front of him. An orange tinted hand showing up besides Westlie and hitting the pillar, which would spin, and smack him in the face. Fabian had to wince, as he sat there trembling, blue eyes bubbling with tears again. He wanted to believe the old man was okay- but if he didn't move again, that'd just break him.
Everyone on the other side of the phone listened closely to what Bryton said about this test. They all understood this was an important part of his training, but Cathy couldn't understand why they seemed so solomn about it in their silence. She groaned, and leaned real close to the speaker. "Don't be sad or worried! You know why? Cause Fabian is gonna beat those big bullies! He always does, cause my brother's a hero! He doesn't need a fancy name or suit to say that! He's gonna win, and I know it, because he doesn't quit! It's not a word in his vocabulary." Leonard cleared his throat a bit. "Either way, win or not. We'll stay on the phone until he's absolutely convinced we love him, and want him to come home."
Bryton smiled and even choked up a bit at Fabian's family's words. Westlie fell, not dead, but incapacitated. "Go..." Westlie said, smiling at him, before closing his eyes. The doors of the ballroom opened, and Fabian's father's voice could be heard upstairs. "Shh, Cathy! Don't make so much noise. Fabian is going to come up here..." his father scolded. "Cathy, I want you to have this. If he gets to close... Don't be afraid to use it," his mother said to Cathy. "Are you ready Leonard?" she asked. "I'm ready." A door opened and shut, and metallic clanging could be heard. "Thank you, Leonard, Penelope, Cathy and Westlie. He will appreciate this, I am sure of it," Bryton said. "He's about to have to fight simulated versions of yourselves, now, Penelope and Leonard, but he's doing splendidly."
Fabian Hughes's eyes overflowed and silent tears ran down his cheeks. Fabian never thought he'd see the day he had to strike down Westlie. This hurt... really bad, the life here, was horrible... Maybe it was better if he didn't return home then? Standing, he brushed off his clothes and shook his head. No way in hell was he giving up, absolutely no way. He was going to see this challenge through to the end. "Westlie-- I'm so sorry." He muttered quickly, and bowed his head in respect to the butler, something any normal noble wouldn't have done for a butler. Completely drained from his stress, and trying to save any energy he had left for the last task- He hoped desperately that it wasn't something like the Westlie case. Dragging his feet across the floor he gripped the cuts on his arms and applied pressure on them so he left no more blood spots on the floor. The smell of the crusted blood made him absolutely sick to his stomach, but at least it was his own blood.
The silence stretched on as the four on the other end were at a stand still waiting.. anticipating, imagining the horrible things Fabian must be feeling right now. They all felt sympathy for him. Not only did he have to fight his own family members, but rejection wasn't something he was used to, he'd always been taken out of that sort of environment. "It's okay, Mr. Yorkshire. Don't feel bad, what you're doing is... very noble. You're teaching my brother to be a better hero than he already is! So then, not only will he be able to save me, but he can save lots of people, and you know what he'll say when everyone tells him how great he is?" Cathy paused for a moment in her excited rambling. "He'll be the modest person that he is, and say 'I never would of gotten this far, if it wasn't for Professor Yorkshire.'" On the other end, she grew quiet. Apparently she'd seen Penelope and Leonard's frozen faces after hearing the news of Fabian being forced against them.
Bryton smiled even brighter. "Thank you, Cathy. Your brother is indeed one of those students that just sticks out. It pains him to do what he's doing, but he is able to overcome his emotion. Penelope, Leonard... You've done a great job raising your son," Bryton said. His father could be heard approaching Fabian, and his mother trailing behind. His father carried a long, 2 handed sword, and his mother a pair of sais. "These lessons better have paid off, Leonard," she said.
Fabian Hughes dragged his feet into the room where they were hidden. Fabian's eyes drifted up from the ground and he saw his parents within the room hiding his little sister from view. The trembling he had before started all over again, but this time his teeth chattered- he felt cold and numb on the inside, as the tears kept sliding down his face. "I have to- fight again?" He muttered very quietly, disbelievingly. Fabian already knew the answer, and he hated it. "I don't wanna fight you- I'm your son! I... You-- What happened to the support?! The love?! Where'd it go?! What happened to 'Don't think about the bad your powers have caused, but the good they will bring'?! What about all the training, and.. everything else?! If I was just going to be rejected, why didn't we start with that from the very beginning?! What changed?!" He was absolutely losing any hold he had left on his abilities, and that was only going to waste any reserves of energy left.
Stay strong, Fabian... This is your life... All you must do is disarm them... or incapacitate them. Everyone's rooting for you... Bryton encouraged. But he knew that this may be the end of this test, and Fabian might fail. His parents stood and they looked at him, but not with anger or sadness... just fear. His father shook, but swung at him anyway. Then, his mother spun her sais around her wrist and threw one at Fabian. "Please, Fabian...!" they pleaded, knowing their doom would come. Perhaps.. The best thing would be just to spare Fabian... Bryton could program it so that it all fixed itself. But Fabian needed to get through this... "He's... I don't think he's going to do it..."
Fabian Hughes's hands squeezed his arms so badly his knuckles turned white, and the scabs forming under his sleeves cracked. He shook his head, knees buckling and he just collapsed where he was. "I can't... I can't do it. They're... they're my parents. They're my heroes- I couldn't hurt them even if they hated me." Fabian hated to consider using his abilities to hurt his parents, real or not. He sniffled, and kept telling himself it was all fake-- But it felt so real, this world made more sense to him. Why hadn't they hated him for what trouble he'd caused? Why did they encourage him to get stronger, when Leonard and Penelope could of just dumped him somewhere and resumed their lives? "I never wanted to hurt people." As he sat there, colorful short bursts of light, began to flicker randomly around the room, all of them being forcefields Fabian no longer had control of. He had half a mind to forfeit, just as long as he got out of here, it was a horrible nightmare come true.
Bryton sighed. He reached over and pressed a few buttons, and the simulation ended. He walked in, feeling terrible. "I'm so sorry, Fabian... You have a phone call," he handed the phone over to Fabian. The healing mutant came in. "Yes, Sasha. Please take care of him. He's worked very... very hard," Bryton said. Sasha bent down and placed her hands on his skin, and all the little cuts closed, and the pain would go away. "Thank you," she was woozy, but she smiled and nodded. She moved to leave. Bryton would offer his hand to Fabian, to help him up. "Come on... You did splendidly," Bryton said. "I just hope you can forgive me for that..." he said, arm extending across his shoulder as he helped him out of the Danger Room.
Fabian Hughes closed his eyes tightly and kept shaking his head back and forth. Why would they be scared? Why couldn't they trust him? What happened to how they felt before about his powers? All these questions and many more kept running through his mind and he had no answer for any of them, all he knew was that each possible answer just stomped on the torn pieces of his heart. If his family rejected him... there would be no one left. If the head of the family hated him, everyone else would follow blindly. The colorful shields around the room kept exploding in their little area. Fabian hadn't even realized the session was over until Bryton spoke and he jumped. From behind his glasses, he looked around-- no evidence was left of his session. All shaking slowed, until it was hardly noticable, and he took the phone from Bryton. "Hello?" Was the only thing he was allowed to say before being bombared with questions, or encouragement. As the talking all at once continued on, he sat there silent as a clam while the girl healed him. Fabian's expression changed from sad, back to stoic... until he sighed in relief, and grinned. He wouldn't cry anymore though, because he had shed enough tears for sadness, he wasn't going to cry because he was happy too. "I'm so glad to hear that." They all forgave him, so what if he had to hurt them in a simulation? It was a simulation, fire away, just as long as he knew the difference. If Fabian knew this first, passing would of been a lot easier. He was on the phone with them, all the way to the danger room door, moving at a snail's pace. "I promise to come home for the holidays.. But, I'm going to go rest now-" In all honesty, as easily as he used his abilities, he had a headache, and could use a niiiiice long nap, after a bath. Hanging up he returned the phone, stoic expression back. "I forgive you, Professor."
Bryton would sigh, "I won't make you do this over again... You did extremely well, though. Fabian, I want you to know that being a mutant, being who you are... it's going to bring a lot of problems. I'm going to extend a hand to you, and I'm going to tell you something about my past. When I was young, younger than you even, I was attacked by so many people... people who knew that I was some sort of mutant prodigy... I was taken, I was hurt, and all my weaknesses were exploited to their full extent... and I broke down and... well I harmed a lot of them more than I would ever want..." he said. "To prevent this from happening to you kids, I put you through these simulations, in order to prepare you for anything... for the very worst. No, your family would never betray you. They love you so very much. But there are mutants out there who could use your love for them against you... do you understand?"
Fabian Hughes stopped at the door of the Danger Room when he heard Bryton sigh. He was about to say that he was okay, promise- it was just a shock is all, because Fabian used to think that way, the fact someone else knew the truth and used it, was a bit scary. Not in the literal sense, but he always expected for something like that to happen. Fabian made sure to make mental notes. "Yes, sir. I understand- I probably shouldn't have blown the whole thing out of proportion. It's hard not to forget it's fake." He glanced in the direction of the danger room area and huffed. He was tired, an asprin would clear his headache right up and he'd go straight to bed. "Thanks, for everything." If that was al that needed to be said, he headed down the hall and to his dorm room.
Fabian Hughes didn't really need the 10 minutes to prepare, but he took them anyways. After speaking with Professor Yorkshire once before about the special danger room sessions, he felt that this indeed was going to be the greatest challenge he's ever faced with his ability. It oculd very well go down hill. Stepping into the danger room for the first time since his arrival, Fabian looked around. His usual academy uniform was ditched for a green t-shirt, dark denim jeans, and white sneakers, glasses hanging on a silver chain- it was a precaution in case they got knocked off so he could find them again. Pushing said glasses up his nose, Fabian looked to Professor Yorkshire and nodded a greeting. "Good evening, Professor." In all honesty, he was scared. Fabian didn't know what to expect!
Bryton Yorkshire spun in the chair, turning to Fabian. "Evening, Fabian. I'm sure you know what you've been called to do. I want to warn you now that this will test your abilities to the greatest extent, as well as test your emotional maturity and intelligence. Be prepared to face things that may horrify you. They may even break you down. You will be given three tasks, each one more difficult than the last, in some manner. Each is aimed to tackle one of your weaknesses head on. If you cannot handle a task, you may forfeit, but you will fail, and be chosen to do it again in the near future, until you are able to face your weaknesses. Is all of this clear to you?" he asked. Bryton was very serious, but it was obvious that he was also open and caring.
Fabian Hughes stood staring into the glass of the Danger Room. He was curious as to how the machine worked, but he still listened to Bryton's instructions all the same. When the man finished, Fabian's blue eyes went from the glass, to Professor and he nodded. "Yes, Sir. I understand, these tests are to show you where everyone is in their mutant capabilities- Simple enough. Not only that, but it also shows our resistance to fear, temptation, etc." Maybe he was thinking to deep into it. "Either way, I'm glad I didn't eat anything before coming in." Placing his hands in his pockets, he assumed it was best to just get this started and over with, so he took it upon himself to walk into the simulator and wait for further instructions.
Bryton would stand up and follow Fabian into the Danger Room, then. Fabian was a special case, so he decided to give him one last piece of information. "This will all seem real to you, Fabian. But I want you to know this: none of it is. It is all a simulation. I also want to apologize in advance," he said. He'd give a smile and a supportive tug of the shoulder, then he'd walk out of the Danger Room. Tired of sitting, he would stand at the full length glass. The screen lit up, and text spilled across it. Custom Simulation, begin. Fabian would find that the screen disappeared, and he would find himself in a dark, lightless room. He'd hear something scutter across the floor, a rat of some sort. And then, he'd see a flash of light and hear a loud bang, as a bullet fired right at the rat, and it dropped over dead. Just a little light was spilled into the area, showing him the way across the floor. These are motion activated guns, Fabian. Be extremely mindful. Use your forcefields. There are a number of ways to succeed at the first task. Be wise.
Fabian Hughes had yet to understand how this all would seem so real in such an enclosed space with no special goggles or anything, but he trusted what Bryton said and nodded. "Yes, sir. I will keep that in mind." Then he apologized, and Fabian was left at a standstill. Sorry? Why would he be sorry? It was just a physical test right? Like the ones at school? How bad could it be? Then, the man left the room, the door locked, and everything grew dark. Behind his glasses, Fabian squinted- Now he understood, somewhat. Subconsciously, in the darkness after the gun shot went off he jumped, and around him an orange dome was created. He felt that he was in danger, thus the orange hue to his usually colorless/blue tinted domes. "Motion sensored guns? Wha--" He wanted to ask what he had to do.. but that could be cheating! So, in his little orange bubble of space, he began to walk around blindly.
Slowly, light would begin to fill the area, but not so much that Fabian would know where all the turrents were. As Fabian began to step, bullets would start firing at him at high speed. If Fabian stopped, they would stop accordingly. The door could be seen from where he stood, it was a big white door, with big metal bars in the middle. He just had to make it that far. Running would cause all the turrents to go off, which could very well over whelm Fabian. Walking too slowly might mean taking more ammo than he has to. Fabian had to figure out a strategy.
Fabian Hughes winced everytime an army of bullets decided it'd be fun to smack Fabian's shield. It was aggrivating, because everytime it decided to do that it was like someone was poking him in the back of the neck, which could potentially become painful. Stoic expression remained on his face as his feet just drifted a few inches from the floor-- then a few more, and finally at a steady pace he rose up towards the ceiling. It'd be horrible if he ended up hitting the ceiling and falling back towards the ground. Wasted energy, much? After what felt like two stories, the gun shots finally stopped. Fabian looked down-- The ground was a long ways down by now! What if I just went splat right about now? Shaking his head, Fabian cleared his thoughts and mentally scolded himself for thinking that way and drifted above the weapons to get to the door. However-- he was too paranoid to consider collapsing that shield.
Bryton smiled from behind the glass, and even though Fabian didn't know it, he was proud to call Fabian his student. The gunshots receded, but Fabian had another problem approaching. The door was underneath a ledge, which meant that he'd have to endure more gunshots to get down. Or, he could try something else. The torrents weren't entirely too well screwed on, as maitenance was rarely done. Whether Fabian could see this or not depended on whether his shields emitted enough light. Bryton watched proudly.
Fabian would find himself, once he got out of that first room, in his home. The mansion he had last inhabited stood before him, in all the sameness that it had been the last time Fabian has seen it. Fabian would hear his mother's voice somewhere far off. Fabian would think that he was truely home. She was talking about the Spanish dance, the tango. "Leonard, it's really quite beautiful," Fabian would hear her saying, as some Spanish food's scent floated about the house. Cathy could be heard laughing, running around a floor above him.
Fabian Hughes closed his eyes as he ran through the door expecting to be met with more gunshots or something of the sort, however he stopped when he didn't feel any rasps on the shield around him. Opening his eyes, Fabian looked around. He was back home in Hull, England. Fabian kept in mind this was all fake, but looking around at the wooden floors, marble walls, the portraits, even the curtains- everything was absolutely perfect. The shield shone bright blue, but soon collapsed under Fabian's command. He was home! No matter what anyone said, he felt this was real- that the academy was all just a bad dream, his being homesick never existed. Fabian broke out into an all out sprint as he ran to the ballroom where he heard his mother's voice, a bright child-like smile on his face. Changing fads again as usual. "Mum! Dad! Cathy! Westlie!" He was all too eager to see their faces again, who cared if he got scolded for running? Fabian was at home, he could do what he felt like, scolding or no scolding.
The voices stopped when they heard the familiar sounds of Fabian. "Leonard... I thought you said he was at that school..." his mother's voice said, not at all happy. "He is... was... WESTLIE!" Leonard's voice called. Something banged, and Westlie's voice could be heard too. "He's back, isn't he?" Westlie asked. "Yes, take care of it," Leonard said, and the sound of his mother's heels and father's shoes departing was heard. By the time Fabian got to the ballroom, he was only in the company of Westlie. "Hello... Young Master Fabian," Westlie said, bowing a little. His eyes refused to meet Fabian's. Above, the sound of his mother and father ushering Cathy away was heard.
Fabian Hughes was smiling brightly and happily until he heard the words of his parents, and his footsteps slowed down. His mind raced a bit, and he began to wonder what was going on. Leonard and Penelope loved him! Westlie treated him like a grandson! What was going on here? Did he do something bad at school and he got in trouble? Were they mad because they thought he destroyed the coffee shop? That was Yael's fault! Opening the ballroom door, Fabian's expression had fallen into a frown, brow furrowed in worry. "Westlie? Wh- What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Is.. everyone mad at me? Please- I- whatever it is I did, I'm sorry. I.. Is it because I still can't control my powers 100% I-I'm trying, I promise! It'll take some time but... But..." He looked around the room for his parents and Cathy wondering where they might have gone. "I wish to apologize to Mama and Papa too, can you tell me where they went?"
Westlie shook his head, just a little sorrowful. "I can't, Young Master..." Westlie moved over by Fabian, very casually. If Fabian didn't back away or anything to prevent him to, Westlie would move to grip Fabian's wrist. "Forgive me, Young Master..." Westlie said, and then a swift turn would launch Fabian towards the huge stained windows, with superhuman strength. Westlie... a mutant too? Were Fabian successfully thrown out the window, Westlie would begin towards the large doors, moving to make his exit.
Fabian Hughes's worried expression remained as he stared at his old friend in complete shock. "You can't? But-- Westlie, please! They'll never understand if I can't explain, I didn't do anything wrong I promise!" He stood rooted to the spot, absolutely sure that the pepper haired butler would understand and listen, because Westlie always listened to him. The old man was his best friend, he always had been, for as long as Fabian can remember. When the man grabbed Fabian's wrist he tried to pull himself free. "No! Westlie! Unhand me! I have to find Mama and Papa!" Then-- before he knew it he was soaring through the air, and for once it wasn't his fault. Time seemed to slow down as he watched the old man's face shrink away, and out through the stained glass window he went. Fabian cried out, and fell onto the rose bushes outside the window. His first thought was Mother won't be pleased I ruined her roses. Before he realized-- he was just thrown out of his own house, by one of the people he trusted most. The reality of it all hit his stomach like a cold stone. Fabian sat up, wincing. He was bloody, and scratched all along his back from the thorns and glass. Fabian was absolutely set on finding out what he'd done wrong. Climbing out of the bushes, Fabian shuddered-- he hated the blood running down his arms and back- but that wasn't of important. Jumping off the ground he flew right back into the window, and landed back where he standed before being thrown. "Westlie!" He pleaded with the old man who was leaving. "I don't want to leave- I just got here, and... I can't leave, until this problem is resolved. Now.. Where is Mum and Dad?"
Bryton coughed and backed away from the glass, even turning to look away. Have I gone too far...? he asked himself. It was a miracle the kids didn't all hate him in the first place. Perhaps they'd forgiven him? He sighed, and turned back to look at Fabian react. Westlie turned to look at Fabian coming back in. "Fabian please. Your mother and father asked me... to..." Westlie froze. Everything did. What was happening? Bryton shook his head, and then everything started again. He left the room, leaving Sebastian at the window to record, while Bryton went to go get rid of this feeling. "Keep you out of the house. Don't you feel bad, Fabian? You ruined your father's business. You ruined the lives of all of your family. All because of what you can do. You put your sister in danger. You forced your father into the house. Can't you see?" Westlie sighed. You must get past Westlie in order to advance. Fight past your emotions, and take him down. 'It will be easy enough, if you can ignore your emotions for long enough.' You will not pass if you don't fight him. Bryton's voice rang. He was getting a cell phone. And one of the students who could heal minor injuries.
Fabian Hughes loved his family more than anything in the world. They had accepted him, they had encouraged him, and helped him when things got bad because of his powers. Why was it now his parents decided to hate him? Why couldn't they have just rejected him from the start if this was going to happen? It tore his heart into a million pieces hearing what Westlie had to say. "I... I do feel bad, but it wasn't my fault! It was all an accident Westlie! I promise! I didn't want to be a mutant it just happened!" His eyes bubbled with tears, because what the butler said really hit home. This is exactly what Fabian had thought when he'd abandoned his family crest. He nodded when Westlie asked if he could see. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't.. I tried so hard to gain control on my own. I really did- But-" Sniffle. Bryton telling him to hurt Westlie wasn't reassuring, cause now he had to hurt his best friend to make the people he loved feel unsafe around him. "I'm so sorry Westlie, I really am. After this, you won't have to do anything for me ever again!" Fabian swept his right hand in front of him like he was pushing something aside on a desk. On que, a 7 foot tall blue wall of energy came and smacked Westlie into the nearest pillar. "No tea, no cleaning my room, no getting the bath ready, no more chores." He kept muttering to himself, and wiping his eyes before running off in the direction he heard the voices coming from earlier, Fabian owed Westlie big time.
[#] Westlie was slammed into the pillar, but he wasn't down just yet. "I'm sorry, Fabian! I can't let you go to your parents!" he shouted, slamming his fist into the pillar. It shattered, and Westlie lifted a large piece of the pillar and threw it at Fabian. Bryton, on the other hand, called Fabian's parents. "Leonard? Hi, this is Bryton Yorkshire. I'm sorry to call... but I need you to stay on the phone with me. Your son is currently in a true test of his abilities, and his ability to overcome fears and emotional barriers. I'm afraid I feel especially bad for putting him through what he's going through. I'd like you and... Westlie to be available as soon as he gets out of this test. It is very important he knows you still love him, and that Westlie is still his friend. I'm afraid this particular test can leave the students in a state of fear and sadness, if they aren't showed that it was all just a simulation as soon as they get out."
Fabian Hughes was running for the door about 10 feet off when he heard Westlie call behind him. Fabian slowed to a stop and turned to look at Westlie with pleading eyes. "But-- I have to see them. I want to come back home. I want to spend the holidays together, do they really hate me that much?" He was staring down at his feet guiltily, until he heard the crumbling of stone and saw a huge pillar come at him. Eyes widened, and he screamed, immediately dropping to the floor and ducking underneath the pillar. "WESTLIE! Are you TRYING to kill me?!" The little pieces of his heart were just getting stomped on with each violent, or hateful act shown to him. "I'm sorry! How many times do I have to say it?!" Fabian stood back up, but shakily, ignoring the fact he was still bleeding and all this running around wasn't making the problem any better.
[#] When Leonard answered the phone any soft sounds of music from a violin and flute died down. "Hello?" Came a huskily accented deep voice. Mostly silence was heard on the other line as Leonard listened to what Bryton had to say. "A test?" Fabian had always done well on tests, but then again, if Fabian was doing a good job there wouldn't be any reason for Bryton to call for him. "I'll get Westlie then." He hurriedly spoke into the phone. It didn't even take two minutes to have the whole family, including Westlie sitting around the phone that was on speaker. "What's wrong with my poor Fabian?" Penelope sounded like she might cry. Not only was her first born away from her, but he needed her and she couldn't be there for the first time in his life. It was nerve wracking. "If you don't mind me asking, Sir Yorkshire- what exactly is it that has Young Master Fabian so shaken?" Everyone had to agree that they wanted to know too.
Westlie shakily grabbed another piece of the pillar and tossed it at him, but Bryton programmed it so that Westlie still cared for Fabian. "Fabian, please... Do away with me before I have to do so to you," Westlie said, lifting another large piece of the pillar, but not throwing it just yet. Bryton was having a similar problem with telling the parents just what was happening. "As you may know, there are some cruel people... cruel mutants out there. My job is to prepare the kids for these mutants. Some mutants have the potential to put their opponents in a situation that leaves them defensless... such as thinking they must fight their parents, or best friends, or lovers. Fabian is currently, in this simulation, being pitted up against Westlie. You must know that I do not mean to say Westlie would ever do the things his simulated counterpart is doing, but simply preparing him for the possibility a telepath... or equally as powerful of a mutant decides to use Fabian's weaknesses against him. He's doing well, mind you. But it might shake him more than I originally intended it to. Do you understand? I'm very sorry," Bryton said. 3 days in a row he'd been forced to shake his kids to their core... and now it really hurt to do it.
Fabian Hughes was panicking because he didn't know what to do! He was horrified that Westlie was trying to kill him. Fabian held his palms and tried to focus enough to make a forcefield that he could throw at Westlie and hopefully knock him out with. However, everytime a faint orange light appeared before him, it disappeared again. When Westlie picked up another pillar his hands were shaking and he couldn't concentrate. "C'mon c'mon c'mon!" He bounced on his heels in anticipation, and then the pillar was thrown. Time slow as it came closer... 10 feet- 7 feet, 5 feet, 3 feet- Fabian thought he was a complete goner bouncing around like an idiot like that, until his panicking became effective. Just as the pillar drew close to his face, his feet shot off the floor in an attempt to hover over the pillar- It worked, until the pillar passed, and he fell on the marble floor, face first. "Ow." He grumbled, and decided to take Westlie's advice. Trembling in fear and in pain, he sat on his knees and smacked at the air in front of him. An orange tinted hand showing up besides Westlie and hitting the pillar, which would spin, and smack him in the face. Fabian had to wince, as he sat there trembling, blue eyes bubbling with tears again. He wanted to believe the old man was okay- but if he didn't move again, that'd just break him.
Everyone on the other side of the phone listened closely to what Bryton said about this test. They all understood this was an important part of his training, but Cathy couldn't understand why they seemed so solomn about it in their silence. She groaned, and leaned real close to the speaker. "Don't be sad or worried! You know why? Cause Fabian is gonna beat those big bullies! He always does, cause my brother's a hero! He doesn't need a fancy name or suit to say that! He's gonna win, and I know it, because he doesn't quit! It's not a word in his vocabulary." Leonard cleared his throat a bit. "Either way, win or not. We'll stay on the phone until he's absolutely convinced we love him, and want him to come home."
Bryton smiled and even choked up a bit at Fabian's family's words. Westlie fell, not dead, but incapacitated. "Go..." Westlie said, smiling at him, before closing his eyes. The doors of the ballroom opened, and Fabian's father's voice could be heard upstairs. "Shh, Cathy! Don't make so much noise. Fabian is going to come up here..." his father scolded. "Cathy, I want you to have this. If he gets to close... Don't be afraid to use it," his mother said to Cathy. "Are you ready Leonard?" she asked. "I'm ready." A door opened and shut, and metallic clanging could be heard. "Thank you, Leonard, Penelope, Cathy and Westlie. He will appreciate this, I am sure of it," Bryton said. "He's about to have to fight simulated versions of yourselves, now, Penelope and Leonard, but he's doing splendidly."
Fabian Hughes's eyes overflowed and silent tears ran down his cheeks. Fabian never thought he'd see the day he had to strike down Westlie. This hurt... really bad, the life here, was horrible... Maybe it was better if he didn't return home then? Standing, he brushed off his clothes and shook his head. No way in hell was he giving up, absolutely no way. He was going to see this challenge through to the end. "Westlie-- I'm so sorry." He muttered quickly, and bowed his head in respect to the butler, something any normal noble wouldn't have done for a butler. Completely drained from his stress, and trying to save any energy he had left for the last task- He hoped desperately that it wasn't something like the Westlie case. Dragging his feet across the floor he gripped the cuts on his arms and applied pressure on them so he left no more blood spots on the floor. The smell of the crusted blood made him absolutely sick to his stomach, but at least it was his own blood.
The silence stretched on as the four on the other end were at a stand still waiting.. anticipating, imagining the horrible things Fabian must be feeling right now. They all felt sympathy for him. Not only did he have to fight his own family members, but rejection wasn't something he was used to, he'd always been taken out of that sort of environment. "It's okay, Mr. Yorkshire. Don't feel bad, what you're doing is... very noble. You're teaching my brother to be a better hero than he already is! So then, not only will he be able to save me, but he can save lots of people, and you know what he'll say when everyone tells him how great he is?" Cathy paused for a moment in her excited rambling. "He'll be the modest person that he is, and say 'I never would of gotten this far, if it wasn't for Professor Yorkshire.'" On the other end, she grew quiet. Apparently she'd seen Penelope and Leonard's frozen faces after hearing the news of Fabian being forced against them.
Bryton smiled even brighter. "Thank you, Cathy. Your brother is indeed one of those students that just sticks out. It pains him to do what he's doing, but he is able to overcome his emotion. Penelope, Leonard... You've done a great job raising your son," Bryton said. His father could be heard approaching Fabian, and his mother trailing behind. His father carried a long, 2 handed sword, and his mother a pair of sais. "These lessons better have paid off, Leonard," she said.
Fabian Hughes dragged his feet into the room where they were hidden. Fabian's eyes drifted up from the ground and he saw his parents within the room hiding his little sister from view. The trembling he had before started all over again, but this time his teeth chattered- he felt cold and numb on the inside, as the tears kept sliding down his face. "I have to- fight again?" He muttered very quietly, disbelievingly. Fabian already knew the answer, and he hated it. "I don't wanna fight you- I'm your son! I... You-- What happened to the support?! The love?! Where'd it go?! What happened to 'Don't think about the bad your powers have caused, but the good they will bring'?! What about all the training, and.. everything else?! If I was just going to be rejected, why didn't we start with that from the very beginning?! What changed?!" He was absolutely losing any hold he had left on his abilities, and that was only going to waste any reserves of energy left.
Stay strong, Fabian... This is your life... All you must do is disarm them... or incapacitate them. Everyone's rooting for you... Bryton encouraged. But he knew that this may be the end of this test, and Fabian might fail. His parents stood and they looked at him, but not with anger or sadness... just fear. His father shook, but swung at him anyway. Then, his mother spun her sais around her wrist and threw one at Fabian. "Please, Fabian...!" they pleaded, knowing their doom would come. Perhaps.. The best thing would be just to spare Fabian... Bryton could program it so that it all fixed itself. But Fabian needed to get through this... "He's... I don't think he's going to do it..."
Fabian Hughes's hands squeezed his arms so badly his knuckles turned white, and the scabs forming under his sleeves cracked. He shook his head, knees buckling and he just collapsed where he was. "I can't... I can't do it. They're... they're my parents. They're my heroes- I couldn't hurt them even if they hated me." Fabian hated to consider using his abilities to hurt his parents, real or not. He sniffled, and kept telling himself it was all fake-- But it felt so real, this world made more sense to him. Why hadn't they hated him for what trouble he'd caused? Why did they encourage him to get stronger, when Leonard and Penelope could of just dumped him somewhere and resumed their lives? "I never wanted to hurt people." As he sat there, colorful short bursts of light, began to flicker randomly around the room, all of them being forcefields Fabian no longer had control of. He had half a mind to forfeit, just as long as he got out of here, it was a horrible nightmare come true.
Bryton sighed. He reached over and pressed a few buttons, and the simulation ended. He walked in, feeling terrible. "I'm so sorry, Fabian... You have a phone call," he handed the phone over to Fabian. The healing mutant came in. "Yes, Sasha. Please take care of him. He's worked very... very hard," Bryton said. Sasha bent down and placed her hands on his skin, and all the little cuts closed, and the pain would go away. "Thank you," she was woozy, but she smiled and nodded. She moved to leave. Bryton would offer his hand to Fabian, to help him up. "Come on... You did splendidly," Bryton said. "I just hope you can forgive me for that..." he said, arm extending across his shoulder as he helped him out of the Danger Room.
Fabian Hughes closed his eyes tightly and kept shaking his head back and forth. Why would they be scared? Why couldn't they trust him? What happened to how they felt before about his powers? All these questions and many more kept running through his mind and he had no answer for any of them, all he knew was that each possible answer just stomped on the torn pieces of his heart. If his family rejected him... there would be no one left. If the head of the family hated him, everyone else would follow blindly. The colorful shields around the room kept exploding in their little area. Fabian hadn't even realized the session was over until Bryton spoke and he jumped. From behind his glasses, he looked around-- no evidence was left of his session. All shaking slowed, until it was hardly noticable, and he took the phone from Bryton. "Hello?" Was the only thing he was allowed to say before being bombared with questions, or encouragement. As the talking all at once continued on, he sat there silent as a clam while the girl healed him. Fabian's expression changed from sad, back to stoic... until he sighed in relief, and grinned. He wouldn't cry anymore though, because he had shed enough tears for sadness, he wasn't going to cry because he was happy too. "I'm so glad to hear that." They all forgave him, so what if he had to hurt them in a simulation? It was a simulation, fire away, just as long as he knew the difference. If Fabian knew this first, passing would of been a lot easier. He was on the phone with them, all the way to the danger room door, moving at a snail's pace. "I promise to come home for the holidays.. But, I'm going to go rest now-" In all honesty, as easily as he used his abilities, he had a headache, and could use a niiiiice long nap, after a bath. Hanging up he returned the phone, stoic expression back. "I forgive you, Professor."
Bryton would sigh, "I won't make you do this over again... You did extremely well, though. Fabian, I want you to know that being a mutant, being who you are... it's going to bring a lot of problems. I'm going to extend a hand to you, and I'm going to tell you something about my past. When I was young, younger than you even, I was attacked by so many people... people who knew that I was some sort of mutant prodigy... I was taken, I was hurt, and all my weaknesses were exploited to their full extent... and I broke down and... well I harmed a lot of them more than I would ever want..." he said. "To prevent this from happening to you kids, I put you through these simulations, in order to prepare you for anything... for the very worst. No, your family would never betray you. They love you so very much. But there are mutants out there who could use your love for them against you... do you understand?"
Fabian Hughes stopped at the door of the Danger Room when he heard Bryton sigh. He was about to say that he was okay, promise- it was just a shock is all, because Fabian used to think that way, the fact someone else knew the truth and used it, was a bit scary. Not in the literal sense, but he always expected for something like that to happen. Fabian made sure to make mental notes. "Yes, sir. I understand- I probably shouldn't have blown the whole thing out of proportion. It's hard not to forget it's fake." He glanced in the direction of the danger room area and huffed. He was tired, an asprin would clear his headache right up and he'd go straight to bed. "Thanks, for everything." If that was al that needed to be said, he headed down the hall and to his dorm room.