Post by Scotti on May 29, 2012 9:22:58 GMT -5
Graymalkin Island
Bishop had come from a future that was dystopian in nature back into the past to try and right the world to stop it from ever getting to that future point. In a sense he had come back to ensure that everything he knew to be true along with possibly his own existence ceased to be. Coming back he had accomplished his goal of stopping the X-Men from being wiped out, mostly because the X-Men themselves had dealt with it yet he knew that his presence had changed the game considerably. Since that time he hadn’t really thought too much about the future left behind.
Of course there were thoughts of the time when Shard had come back in a sense and others from the XSE had come back into the past as well. In fact it wasn’t even considered the past in his thoughts anymore. It was his present. His life. His home really. The future that had been his and was either gone or erased or still in existence as perhaps a parallel future, was no longer a concern. Yet there was still nagging thoughts about it.
“I cannot remember the year I was born.” The words came from Bishop as he sat alone within the room that had been provided to him upon the island. His eyes stared forward not blinking much at all. “It was there within my head, but now it is fuzzy. If I were to do the math of my own age and the number of years I came backwards in time to get to this time frame I could perhaps deduce it. I can’t seem to do that though. It’s all fuzzy.”
Around the time that Magneto was defeated and died and the world began to change with the new school and the beginning of mutant acceptance, Bishop had noticed the changes. The changes that had come and affected his memory. One at a time they had slid away as if they had never been there before, his recollection of them empty. The memories were gone yet he knew that he should have them. It wasn’t some case of amnesia, as those that were amnesic weren’t prone to recall that they had memories missing in the first place.
“The memories of the future, my time, elude me. I know there was oppression and depression in the time and that things were not well. I thought that I could get over them missing through my time with the XSE here. It helped for a time. It wasn’t enough though.”
Bishop paused and rubbed at his forehead, a slight pain growing in his head. “Why am I here then? Will this be enough? I’ve come to grips that this is my time. I am from this time frame now and there is nothing else. I have no birth date and no history to speak of. What am I though? An anomaly? Something to be wiped out when the timeline must try and right itself?”
A small holographic figure wavered slightly upon the desk. The image of his sister Shard stared up at Bishop as he sighed. While the photonic life-form that had been a returned Shard was gone after his encounter with Fitzroy in the future, the small representative figure that was upon his desk was a good reminder of what was lost.
“You were always good at listening.” With the flick of a switch the hologram vanished. “Good night sis.”
Bishop had come from a future that was dystopian in nature back into the past to try and right the world to stop it from ever getting to that future point. In a sense he had come back to ensure that everything he knew to be true along with possibly his own existence ceased to be. Coming back he had accomplished his goal of stopping the X-Men from being wiped out, mostly because the X-Men themselves had dealt with it yet he knew that his presence had changed the game considerably. Since that time he hadn’t really thought too much about the future left behind.
Of course there were thoughts of the time when Shard had come back in a sense and others from the XSE had come back into the past as well. In fact it wasn’t even considered the past in his thoughts anymore. It was his present. His life. His home really. The future that had been his and was either gone or erased or still in existence as perhaps a parallel future, was no longer a concern. Yet there was still nagging thoughts about it.
“I cannot remember the year I was born.” The words came from Bishop as he sat alone within the room that had been provided to him upon the island. His eyes stared forward not blinking much at all. “It was there within my head, but now it is fuzzy. If I were to do the math of my own age and the number of years I came backwards in time to get to this time frame I could perhaps deduce it. I can’t seem to do that though. It’s all fuzzy.”
Around the time that Magneto was defeated and died and the world began to change with the new school and the beginning of mutant acceptance, Bishop had noticed the changes. The changes that had come and affected his memory. One at a time they had slid away as if they had never been there before, his recollection of them empty. The memories were gone yet he knew that he should have them. It wasn’t some case of amnesia, as those that were amnesic weren’t prone to recall that they had memories missing in the first place.
“The memories of the future, my time, elude me. I know there was oppression and depression in the time and that things were not well. I thought that I could get over them missing through my time with the XSE here. It helped for a time. It wasn’t enough though.”
Bishop paused and rubbed at his forehead, a slight pain growing in his head. “Why am I here then? Will this be enough? I’ve come to grips that this is my time. I am from this time frame now and there is nothing else. I have no birth date and no history to speak of. What am I though? An anomaly? Something to be wiped out when the timeline must try and right itself?”
A small holographic figure wavered slightly upon the desk. The image of his sister Shard stared up at Bishop as he sighed. While the photonic life-form that had been a returned Shard was gone after his encounter with Fitzroy in the future, the small representative figure that was upon his desk was a good reminder of what was lost.
“You were always good at listening.” With the flick of a switch the hologram vanished. “Good night sis.”