dreams are born again
Have you ever had one of those days where you just felt something was constructed in your stomach? Where you felt like something was just, off? That seemed to be how Alex felt everyday for the past few days. He didn't understand the feeling, but he did understand that it wasn't a good sign. Instead of mulling over the feeling, however, Alex tried to focus on other things; more enjoyable things. Namely, he hoped that Stephen King would remedy the feeling with an invigorating read through Dreamcatcher.
Alex sat down somewhere solitary, away from the rest of the X-Men. And away from Magneto and Paris. The fact that they were on the property wasn't exactly something Alex was comfortable with--especially with Paris. He couldn't help but feel that Scott was really the leader he professed to be. Emma had a hand in all of his decisions, and Alex felt even less comfortable with her around. He didn't agree with their relationship, either. She was a bad influence from the start. But what could he do, other than stick around and keep an eye on things?
Whatever. It wasn't the time to keep his mind on those thoughts. As soon as he made eye contact with the letters on the pages, he drifted into a more enjoyable state of mind.
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