Obsidian Waters
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Tiffany's Thoughts: This is our first X-men fic so please read and review cause we worked very hard! Thanks so much!
An X-Men Fan-fiction
By Jenna and Tiffany
Prologue
The air was still, cold, and had a slight musty odor like an old library; but this place was devoid of the warmth of wood and books. This was a hollow hallway made of cold black marble; floor, walls, and ceiling. The white-clad hooded figure stepped silently down the seemingly endless hall. Looking back, the black marble would disappear into a pit of darkness. Reaching the end of such a corridor seemed like a lifetime, but she had walked this hall many times. And her masters awaited her.
When at last the cloaked woman reached the end of the black; she stood before two large steel doors, cold like the marble walls that embraced them. She knocked three times and waited.
This place seemed like a nexus where time itself stood still and held its breath. There was no concept of the seconds or minutes that might have passed. She stood there like a statue might in a tomb located in some far away land. Who knew such a place existed beneath the streets of Manhattan.
A latch was opened on the other side, and the right door swung open slowly and silently. She too moved silently, as she entered the noir that awaited her on the other side. In this great room there was no light to see those who waited here. Their vigil was one kept in the deepest dark the world might ever know.
She heard a voice whisper inside her head. "Merge," it began, a woman's voice smooth, slow, and deliberate. "We require your services once again. The Oracles have foreseen a great loss by the hand of one who is now your target. She must be removed from the time stream. Go now, and may the Ether keep you."
The hooded figure bowed and walked out the way she came. As she stepped through the door she opened her eyes and was now looking up at a white plaster ceiling above her bed. She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. Stretching, she threw her feet over the edge of the bed and slipped them into sandals waiting on the floor. It was a ritual for her, performed countless times.
The woman walked across the room to her small oak dresser. A silver-framed mirror hung above
it on the white wall, and she glanced at her reflection.
Her skin was like glass, soft like normal flesh but transparent. She could see her skull and the red and blue veins that ran through her face. Her nose was a slender featureless thing, without nostrils. Unlike humans, she did not breathe through her nose.
The only feature on her face that was opaque were her eyes, which were large blue orbs with black horizontal slits for pupils. She had no eyebrows, but long silvery strands of hair that scattered the light and shown pearlescent. Her hair parted in the center and flowed in waves like water that broke as they lapped at her shoulders.
The woman closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again her appearance had changed completely. Her hair was the same, a feature out of her control, but her skin was no longer clear. Now she looked much like a normal human, aside from her hair, with an ivory complexion and unassuming blue eyes.
She frowned at her reflection one last time as she finished dressing for the day.
Downstairs she was greeted by another of her order, the one they called Sanctum, a matronly older woman with gray hair and violet eyes. She too wore the white robes of their order.
"Here are the documents for your next mission. You know what to do, Merge."
"Yes," Merge replied softly. "Yes, unfortunately, I do."
