She (the one that I ditched years and years ago with one kiss still lingering) came rolling in like a thunder storm, and the eye of it was coming my way.
(and running didn't help in any shape or form)
"Peter."
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I've had a lot of people (of all shapes and sizes, and times and places) try and kill me, to some it was a daily sport, but none of them in a sort of graceful way as she did.
(she who I left with a shattered heart and those with power, that is more massive then anyone knows, should not be broken like her)
"Elle! I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry! You can save your sorries for someone that gives a damn."
Before any more sorries could roll of my tongue and good old Peter (the one I'm destined to lose along the way) could come out and try to get the situation under control, I was knocked off my feet by the power that was coming off every inch of her.
"Well, sorry isn't good enough."
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"Are you going to kill me? (and sadly this little one could find a way to or just blow away my ashes)"
All I needed to hear was a yes (make that a double hell yes!) from her tiny lips and I would blink my eyes and find myself far, far away.
(but why do I feel sad about never seeing her again?)
"No, I'm trying to be better, trying to be one of the good guys and killing you, even if it might be fun, won't do me any good."
It seemed the storm of anger (I was afraid it was going to sweep me up, up and away) had passed and the new Elle Bishop that I had yet to see was shining out, with a smile, at me.
And the strange thing was that I believed every single word that came out of her mouth (that one mouth I had kissed and liked more then I should have) that was trying to change who she was, trying to become the hero rather then the villain and I wanted to help her in anyway I could.
"Well, Elle Bishop, welcome to the team. We need as many as we can get."
