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To live is to die
Yet most fear death's sweet embrace
Knowing what they miss
She knew she had tried her best, but her foe was unquestionably stronger than she was. She feels his sword pierce into her side despite her attempts at using her telekinetic powers to defend herself. Telekinesis is what makes her an outcast, feared and discriminated by society. She is a mutant. Her name is Elizabeth Braddock, codename Psylocke. She has now fallen in battle against a new foe. She feels her friend and fellow teammate, Henry McCoy, aka The Beast, murmuring incoherently as he clutches her broken body to him in a bleak effort to hold her together while he encourages her to hang on, informing her that help is on its way. However this time, the calvary arrived too late, much too late. She feels Beast's shoulders heaves against her as he coughs heavily, his own body almost as broken as hers. She wishes that she still had the ability to communicate telepathically so that she could comfort Henry and convey her last thoughts for it seemed like the effort of speech required more energy than she could expend. She was neither sad nor afraid. She had a good life. It may not have always been fair or what she expected, but she had made do with it and had always tried to live life to the fullest, knowing that death was just a doorstep away. Especially with the kind of lives they led as X-Men though strangely, a lingering regret remained in the depths of her mind. She had not made her peace with everything it seems. A life she could never have anymore even if she wanted it flashed past her mind's eye. Is that what death always brings to light? What you cannot have? Or the deepest desires that you would never dare admit to yourself?
She sees herself flying through the air unfettered, the wind blowing against her cheek and whipping her hair back and before she got too cold, a man with soft downy wings flies up beside her and wraps his arms around her whilst his wings enfolds her into his embrace. She sees herself walking down the aisle in a gorgeous white gown with her brother at her arm while a familiar face looks towards her from the altar with barely concealed awe. She finds herself swollen with child while her husband strokes her enlarged belly lovingly. She chuckles as she watches a little boy with dark violet hair and a small set of wings protruding from his back enthusiastically chasing after a similarly winged blond man around the garden with a water gun almost half his size. She sees herself older and applauding as her son throws his graduation cap into the air. She sighs happily as Warren assures her of her attractiveness and his love for her despite her aging before kissing her on their twenty-fifth anniversary. All these things she could never have, will never have, not now, not ever. She did not believe in reincarnation. One only had one life to live and one had to live it to the fullest. That had always her motto. But what if Warren never broke up with her? Would her path in life be different, would it be just like what she had glimpsed during the last few seconds of her life? If only she could have one more chance, she thought as her consciousness drifted off.
"BETSY!" Hank wailed inconsolably, as he felt her breathe her last. Vargas was a new and fearsomely powerful foe and Betsy had given up her life to save Rogue and him. It was not fair. It never is. It should have been him. First it was Piotr, now Betsy. Betsy had suffered so much in this life, had to cope with so much loss, from the loss of her eyes, to the loss of her original body, to the loss of her telepathy. And now, she had lost her life in this constant battle for the peaceful coexistence of mutants and baseline humans. Is the price they paid for this cause worth it? Hank had to wonder even as the rest of his teammates rushed in with Rogue explaining what had happened in the background. He barely heard her. His body was wrecked with pain and grief. It was over. He dimly heard Thunderbird exclaim with horror and indignation as they placed Betsy in a body bag before passing out completely.
To live is to die
Yet most fear death's sweet embrace
Knowing what they miss
She knew she had tried her best, but her foe was unquestionably stronger than she was. She feels his sword pierce into her side despite her attempts at using her telekinetic powers to defend herself. Telekinesis is what makes her an outcast, feared and discriminated by society. She is a mutant. Her name is Elizabeth Braddock, codename Psylocke. She has now fallen in battle against a new foe. She feels her friend and fellow teammate, Henry McCoy, aka The Beast, murmuring incoherently as he clutches her broken body to him in a bleak effort to hold her together while he encourages her to hang on, informing her that help is on its way. However this time, the calvary arrived too late, much too late. She feels Beast's shoulders heaves against her as he coughs heavily, his own body almost as broken as hers. She wishes that she still had the ability to communicate telepathically so that she could comfort Henry and convey her last thoughts for it seemed like the effort of speech required more energy than she could expend. She was neither sad nor afraid. She had a good life. It may not have always been fair or what she expected, but she had made do with it and had always tried to live life to the fullest, knowing that death was just a doorstep away. Especially with the kind of lives they led as X-Men though strangely, a lingering regret remained in the depths of her mind. She had not made her peace with everything it seems. A life she could never have anymore even if she wanted it flashed past her mind's eye. Is that what death always brings to light? What you cannot have? Or the deepest desires that you would never dare admit to yourself?
She sees herself flying through the air unfettered, the wind blowing against her cheek and whipping her hair back and before she got too cold, a man with soft downy wings flies up beside her and wraps his arms around her whilst his wings enfolds her into his embrace. She sees herself walking down the aisle in a gorgeous white gown with her brother at her arm while a familiar face looks towards her from the altar with barely concealed awe. She finds herself swollen with child while her husband strokes her enlarged belly lovingly. She chuckles as she watches a little boy with dark violet hair and a small set of wings protruding from his back enthusiastically chasing after a similarly winged blond man around the garden with a water gun almost half his size. She sees herself older and applauding as her son throws his graduation cap into the air. She sighs happily as Warren assures her of her attractiveness and his love for her despite her aging before kissing her on their twenty-fifth anniversary. All these things she could never have, will never have, not now, not ever. She did not believe in reincarnation. One only had one life to live and one had to live it to the fullest. That had always her motto. But what if Warren never broke up with her? Would her path in life be different, would it be just like what she had glimpsed during the last few seconds of her life? If only she could have one more chance, she thought as her consciousness drifted off.
"BETSY!" Hank wailed inconsolably, as he felt her breathe her last. Vargas was a new and fearsomely powerful foe and Betsy had given up her life to save Rogue and him. It was not fair. It never is. It should have been him. First it was Piotr, now Betsy. Betsy had suffered so much in this life, had to cope with so much loss, from the loss of her eyes, to the loss of her original body, to the loss of her telepathy. And now, she had lost her life in this constant battle for the peaceful coexistence of mutants and baseline humans. Is the price they paid for this cause worth it? Hank had to wonder even as the rest of his teammates rushed in with Rogue explaining what had happened in the background. He barely heard her. His body was wrecked with pain and grief. It was over. He dimly heard Thunderbird exclaim with horror and indignation as they placed Betsy in a body bag before passing out completely.