West's Summer [Comprehensive English and American]

There must always be a place worth stopping in everyone's life, in order to learn how to move forward without losing direction.

At least until today, West always thought so.Although the X-Men is on the side of justice and has a good friendship with the superheroes who are busy saving the world every day, he never feels that he is an innocent person.Since the age of 17, he has indulged in endless pursuit and depravity. He has been injured, blood-stained, exiled himself on the edge of time, and kissed the corner of death so devoutly.Under the appearance of being calm and gentle, always maintaining a passionate expectation for life, it is actually a soul that has long been immersed in silence, because the accident 20 years ago was dyed a little bit gray, waiting for someone to emerge from the barren dream Wake up, or one day drown in total darkness.

He couldn't stand still day after day, and admit to the face in the mirror that never changed a bit that he had no resentment towards the world in his heart.And after going through such terrible torture, holding the hatred of losing his beloved and all his pride being crushed overnight, if Wester Xavier hadn't still had to keep his promise to his adoptive father, he might have completely destroyed himself Exiled from faltering sanity.

Charles Xavier gave him an opportunity to master his destiny and gave him a future worth looking forward to.His gentleness and tolerance build up the bones of West's understanding of the world, just like the last shelter in a storm, even if it will inevitably be wet by rain, he has enough courage to face everything that falls apart.

But now, the belief that supported him along the way seemed to have collapsed in an instant.Over the years, West has doubted why Yi Laizhe was able to pinpoint his own weaknesses so accurately, and has always hated the person who betrayed him to the devil... However, he put all the familiar people around him He looked at him all over calmly, but he didn't expect that it would be his adoptive father, who he couldn't leave the most, who pushed him into hell.

—What, what a ridiculous joke.

He almost laughed out loud, but found that he couldn't lift the corners of his heavy mouth.West could think of Charles taking him away from the dilapidated orphanage many, many years ago, how he taught him to control his abilities and instincts, and every comforting hug that smelled of sunshine. He sank into the dark bottom of the sea, all the way down, almost drowning in those blue eyes full of sadness.

Yes, he used to be a 'hermit' who was born in silence, carrying out the will of his adoptive father, looking for traces of existence from loneliness and loneliness; but only he himself knows that, in fact, he is more like a symbol of destruction than a 'hermit' The 'high tower', those unconcealable tyranny, unconcealable cold-bloodedness, seemed to have found an outlet at this moment, and began to vent in the air without stagnation.

...Charles...

He muttered, but his eyes became frantic.With West as the center, everything in sight was crushed by the power of crazy rampage.Whether it is the broken glass vessel, the extremely strong metal gate, or even the lifeless corpse of the hunting angel, it seems to be distorted by time, gradually turning into a transparent phantom.

—He couldn't stop, and he didn't want to stop.

Like when he lost his mind in the vision Adelaide gave him.The difference is that before, his loss of control was not out of his own will, but this time, he was almost indulging in the emptiness that exiled himself, full of desolation.

"West...West!!!"

When the brown-haired boy broke into the laboratory like no one else, q also hacked into the network of Yi Laizhe's stronghold by virtue of his superb computer technology, and observed his behavior from the surveillance cameras set up everywhere. trend.Although as ordinary people without superpowers, they have never had much knowledge of the mutant race, but this does not prevent them from feeling the incomparable power from the screen, how to disdain all things, enough to overwhelm the world. Everything turned into fly ash in an instant.

He didn't know what was going on with West. From his and Sherlock's perspective, he could only see the boy's complex and indescribably complex expression and the shockingly broken eyes.But at this time they didn't have time to ask what happened... because, when West lost control and ran away underground, the situation on the ground was not optimistic.

"You killed that woman, triggered the safety mechanism, and those bionic soldiers in the attic have already started to act."

The tone was a little anxious, and Sherlock stared at the screen and seemed to be standing in the same place, the brown-haired boy frowning tightly: "...Xavier, Xavier! Can you hear me? If you don't rush over to 007 and O Madam Laura will be killed by those things!!"

Raising his head, those soul-stirring eyes, which were as blue as the ocean, were full of complexity and silence that no one could understand.I don't know if he heard Sherlock's call, he finally stopped standing still, but walked slowly towards the exit without saying a word.

He walked very slowly and steadily, and the wailing before the extinction of time was faintly sent from all directions, as if the burning fire of hell was burning.He stepped on the blood and the wind, step by step through all the joys and sorrows, honor and disgrace, and walked towards all the memories that could not be mixed with joy and sorrow.And following West's movements, wherever he passed, a palpitating but pure and unparalleled power quickly spread behind him, enveloping the entire Conston Manor in a blink of an eye.

——Until many, many years later, Q still clearly remembered that incredible scene.

As if the still button was pressed, the time of the entire manor was stopped at this second at that moment.Whether it's pruning flowers and branches in the back garden, servants who turned their heads when they were shocked by the loud noise of the attic collapse, or bionic warriors who have smashed through the wall and raised their sharp knives, or Mrs. Aurora and Bond who are dodging backwards in front of the enemy. , all stopped their movements, like murals, standing quietly in every corner of this ancient manor.

And in this infinite calm, West, who was the only one who could move, walked slowly through the corridor, and stood in front of the exquisitely carved door of the living room.As soon as he raised his hand, all the bionic soldiers who were shackled in mid-air were crushed into fly ash. As the frozen time restarted again, together with the unrecognizable underground laboratory, there was no trace to be found in this world.

Putting down the hand that raised the gun, Bond stared deeply at the calm young man in front of him, feeling fear for the first time in his life, and the sense of powerlessness that he could not resist in the face of a powerful force.

There was a flash of disgust in his eyes.Feeling resentful because of being manipulated by the transformed people at will, coupled with the instinctive fear of the power displayed by West, Mrs. Aurora turned her head and murmured 'monster' in a low voice.

Her voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for Bond and West to hear through the empty echo of the living room.Frowning in disapproval, 007 withdrew his ppk, and lost interest after being frightened by the body just after the affair, so he turned around and put on his own clothes.On the contrary, West, who was being talked about, just glanced at the woman indifferently, didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, and his breath seemed to blend into every corner of the air.

—He was indeed a 'monster', Aurora was right.

His eyes were cold and clear, no longer the quietness and gentleness he had always had.Thinking of this, West moved his feet involuntarily, completely hiding himself in the shadow by the door.

——In the eyes of the world, mutants are existences beyond imagination.And he himself, among this group of special cases, is unique and disgusting.

Therefore, he deserves to be tortured like this, he deserves to bear all this, he deserves to be trapped in the darkness and never be able to escape.

The heart has been numb to no feeling.The gloomy testing ground at the bottom of the Alps seemed to appear in front of my eyes, and the blood-stained pupils of that blond girl emerged.This feeling of extreme despair is actually no stranger to West... Ever since he was forced out of control by Adelaide's ability and accidentally killed the girl who saved him from the brink of death, he has been More or less immersed in this kind of silence that is enough to drive people crazy, lingering on for a long time 20 years ago, so deep that even if I don’t think about it, there is still that kind of tiny pain in my chest.

Vision blurred for a moment, then clear again.Instinctively feeling that he would be on the verge of self-destruction sooner or later, West took a deep breath and tried to divert his attention, but it didn't seem to work.

His soul is suffering, clamoring to uncover the dusty mystery, to find out why Charles gave his genes to Yi Laizhe back then, but West instinctively does not want to touch it... This is not to say that From now on, he will live with partial hatred for his adoptive father and abandon all attachments.It's that he is too cowardly, cowardly thinking that without facing the possible conclusion, he can always pretend that he is still loved by all the people he loves.

After all, West really knows that even if everything is not as bad as imagined, and such a cruel truth is revealed, he and Charles will not be able to return to the way they were before.

However, no matter what it is for, this is by no means a reason for myself to be depressed from then on.

"Bond."

In the strange silence of the room, it was the most unlikely person who spoke first.Raising his head, the brown-haired boy looked at 007 who was smoothing out the last wrinkle of his suit, his eyes filled with indescribable coolness:

"I'm leaving."

"Let's go?" I was stunned for a while, and suddenly recalled that this is not an agent of mi6. Naturally, it is impossible to stay and serve them after helping. Mr. Bond nodded: "Yes, your mission is over. Leave the rest to me."

"But before that, I still have something to ask you." West said lightly, the expression on his face still unresponsive, like the eternal ice on the top of the Alps, "Tell me, where is sc-t?"

The fingers hanging by his side moved, obviously with the intention of invading Bond's consciousness immediately to find the answer if he refused to speak out.Because forcibly searching other people's memories would bring unbearable pain to the receiver, but now he can't care less about it.

——After all, he was not a kind person in the first place.Wester Xavier could restrain the violence engraved in his bones for Charles, but no matter how he pretended, no matter how he concealed his cold blood, he still couldn't learn unreserved patience and tolerance as Professor X expected.

"SC-T is a military management area on the outskirts of London. Although it has been abandoned, it is still not allowed to enter without permission."

Probably did not expect the boy to ask such a question, Bond frowned slightly: "What are you doing in that kind of place?"

"I have something to confirm."

Only uttering this sentence, then shutting his mouth and not speaking, West carefully recalled what he saw in the memory of hunting angels.Although her neck was broken when she didn't fully understand it because of her out-of-control ability, but if she pays more attention, some key information can still be captured.

——He is going to find that mysterious a, and get the information in his hands... Even if Charles really betrayed him to Yi Laizhe, he must destroy those manuscript records, leaving nothing that can be attacked by those who want to x Evidence of the professor.

"But, even if I told you the location, how would you go in without permission?"

Sighing, 007 watched his index finger tap on his temple, and quickly understood what the boy meant, and shook his head with a wry smile:

"Well, this is no problem for you... Confessing in front of an 00 agent that you are going to break into their strictly confidential heartland, I am afraid that you are the only one in the whole of Britain who dares to do so."

"So……"

Putting a business card on the coffee table, she nodded apologetically to Mrs. Aurora.Bond took out the Aston Martin car keys and smiled like a classical gentleman in the eighteenth century: "If you have made up your mind, can you allow me to walk with you, naughty kitten?"

"You want to spy on me?" Raising his eyebrows, West looked at the ambiguity and bewilderment in the corners of 007's eyes forever, and his tone could not hear any joy or anger.

"No, just thank you for saving me."

He took off his headset, ignoring the disapproval from Q on the communication line.Bond strode up to the boy, brushed his fingers across his cheeks, and said with a light smile:

"After all, even if I want to give you myself as a thank you gift, you probably won't accept it."

"Then let's go."

Of course, he knew what kind of virtue this star agent was. Although it was indeed close to being molested, West didn't care.

Turning around and leaving, regardless of how 007 explained to Mrs. Aurora behind him, his figure disappeared into the corner of the corridor that could not be illuminated by sunlight, as if immersed in the abyss of nothingness, falling down involuntarily.

——And this was far from the last straw that crushed him.