Nephilim || X-Men Apocalypse

III

"It's my first time in America," said Kurt in his thick accent, "I am very excited to see your culture."
"Well, you are not going to see it here," Jubilee, the strange girl in yellow responded, "the only thing American about this place is that it used to be British.
This is Scott, he is new here too."
Jubilee was too busy talking to realize that Ambriel was slowing inching away, clearing not interested in the new face.
"And I'm already up for a prison break. What do you say we take the blue guy and the loner on a little field trip?" Questioned Scott, obviously not taking no for an answer. "I'm sure there's a mall around here somewhere."
"What's a mall?" Asked Kurt, speaking for Ambriel as well as himself.
"What's a mall?" Repeated Scott in disbelief, "alright, now it's a matter of national pride - civic duty."
"No thank you," piped up a small voice. One could almost sense Ambriels dislike towards the idea.
"Scott." Said Jean in a strict tone.
"What? You've been cooped up here for a long time, and the professor isn't even home." Responded Scott.
"I-I like to go to the mall," Kurt said, all for Scott's idea.
"And I would not." Stated Ambriel, quite fed up with these teenagers ignoring his view on the subject. "I would like to stay here."
"All right fine. You stay here in this old house all by yourself," taunted Scott, before facing Jean, "Alright, where does the professor keep his cars?"

As the odd gang of mutants searched for the garage, Ambriel crept around the mansion, looking for a place to think. He was sick and tired of all these people trying to get him to do things he didn't want to do. He just wanted to go back. Back to the place he was raised. Back to his home.
In his mindless wandering, he found a string hanging from the ceiling. Glancing up, he realized it was leading to an attic. Pulling down the ladder, he manages to get himself up into the attic. It was a bit dusty, but it was surprising tidy. It had a bed, dresser, and nice rug in the middle of the room, including a very spacious window.
After walking to the rug, Ambriel bent to his knees and prayed in his fluent tongue.
"father, son, and the holy spirit, amen. Dear god, why? Why did you have to take me away? I was were I deserve to be. I dont want to be here anymore." As he finished, he started to return to his original position before a voice halted his actions.
"My son, it's time to stop pitying yourself. You must be strong. You must live."
Ambriel didn't know where the voice came from, but he felt a small tug in his soul from hearing the word son. He continued his actions, before turning to leave the dreaded attic. He did not believe he would ever return to the room, not if his life depended on it.

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After the revolution on the attic, Ambriel felt more connected to his inner self than he has in a long time. He noticed an open door, only slightly open, and followed to where it would lead. As he entered the wooden, secret door, he noticed he was now in a crisp white elevator, and before he could even take another step, the elevator starting going down.
After the stark white elevator stopped moving, Ambriel followed the sound of voices into a large room where the brunette man from before and Raven were conversing.
"That's impressive," commented Raven, "How are you ever going to get it out of here?"
"Well, that's okay. I built a retractable roof into the basketball court," the man answered.
"Hank, you're building a warplane down here," mentioned Raven.
"So that's his name," thought Ambriel,
Hank continued "After what happened in Washington, I thought we would come back to start the X-Men. Like we always talked about, but... Charles wants students not soldiers. He thinks the best of people. He has hope."
"What happened in Washington?" Interrupted Ambriel, clueless on the world pressing manner.
Both adults turned to him in shock and disbelief, before Raven barked "How did you get down here? You're not supposed to be here. Go back upstairs."
Ambriel did as he was told, but after he passed the door, he hid behind it to eavesdrop.
After making sure he left, Raven faced Hank, continuing their previous conversation. "And you?"
"You know, I think we should hope for the best. And prepare for the worst. I think the world needs the X-Men. Maybe, now that you're back you can help me convince him - ... we can start it together." Hank stated hopefully.
"Hank, I'm here about Erik."
"Right. Erik. Yeah, of course, of course." He said with a deflated tone.
"I think he might be in some kind of trouble. Real trouble," Raven said, either ignoring or not caring about Hanks tone.
"Isn't he always?" Questioned Hank, before continuing, "He can sort the problem out on his own. We have our own problems, including what to do with the new kid."
"I am not a kid." Ambriel thought, before deciding that, no matter how interesting the conversation was, he had to leave before he was caught. It appeared America was going to be more interesting than he thought.

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Dedication is to dumblewhores because she inspired me to write more.

Alrighty, that was 895 words. I think it was way better than the other chapters. It took me like 2 hours, but it's not even that impressive. But hey! All the chapter are going to be like this now!!! Y'all excited?? Also I was going to have Ambriels pray Session be in Norwegian but I realized google translate would've butchered the beautiful language. So I just made y'all think it was. But give me some feedback. ASO I HAVE DECIDED THAT THIS WILL BE A QUICKSILVER FIC. YES IT IS GAY. I DO WHAT I WANT. IF YA DONT LIKE IT, THEN LEAVE.

Have a nice day.