The End... or the Beginning…
On the ride home the subdued quiet is pregnant with questions that go unasked. If only because the person the questions would be aimed at was down for the count and passed out, or so deep in their own head that a response at this time wouldn’t make sense. So many questions left unanswered.
You get to the Institute and shuffle off to your dorm rooms. The alcohol doing it’s job and making you so very tired. The next day you go about the day like normal, or semi-normal.
“This is Dean Ashford.” Comes across the internal speaker system just before you are released for the day. “It has come to our attention that students that left campus last night were observed drinking underage. Let me be clear about this. Those students will be reprimanded for their actions. We also have our first cohesive band of X-Men. Congratulations. Live up to it. Earn it. Then use it wisely. The Danger Room will be open…” The pause was long and drawn out. “...for those of you who were out last night to clean it. Mr. Miller decided that practicing to be an astronaut was a good idea after eating chili dogs. Consider yourselves on clean up duty for the next week. That is all. Carry on.”
Back at Avalon...
The Gateway pulsed once, twice, three times. Everything went eerily still and quiet. Out stepped a figure that was cloaked in darkness, so dark it was like the space between the stars.
The guy cleaning up the club shrieked like a girl and passed out as he caught sight of the figure. A deep chuckle was heard from the figure cloaked in darkness. "Humans pathetic. Sena was right. This is almost too easy." The figure raised it's hand and muttered in an ancient language. "I am patient but only for so long."
The darkness seemed to fall into the figure and smiled slowly. He breathed in deeply and sighed smiling still. "She was here. And now to solidify what she wrought so naively."
Power pulsed in the room and the doorway, gate, portal whatever you want to call it, solidified and pulsed three times again. Smiling wickedly the large dark haired and eyed man waved his hand and a dark throne appeared. Sitting on it he steepled his fingers and leaned back getting comfortable as if waiting for someone.