Title: Rapunzel's Gold
Author: Autumn
Series: Through my Eyes
E-mail: autumnleaves@autumnpenguins.com
Disclaimer: I own none of the X-Men. The happy people that do are far richer than I. The bits of song belong to the band Coldplay.
Distribution: DDFH, Autumn's Penguin Emporium. All others please ask first.
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Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones Turn in to something beautiful. -Coldplay, "Yellow"
Isn't she magnificent. Silvery white lines of perfection, her skin is golden. She is my Rumpelstiiltzkin. Spinning gold for me, yet taunting me with it, the price of it, flaunting the make of it and being rather selfish with it One life is hardly a sacrifice if it changes the world. She is a martyr in her own right, but doesn't realize her own significance. She is Rapunzel, she is Ophelia, she is Lilly Bart. Every tragic heroine meshed into a perfect skin. Pale, translucent, elegant, strong and deadly.
Should we go into Christian lore, the girl would be significant as Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary. Her death is our rebirth. Like her predecessors before her, the choice to give life and to give up her own is not her decision. She was born with the golden skin, for good or ill we cannot say. My role is of the divine, egotistic as it sounds, it is the truth. Few people have the capacity to willingly take an innocent life and exploit it for their own intentions. Soldiers on the battlefield kill because they are told too, and they are against the enemy. The men, children and women are faceless and therefore are not real living beings.
An innocent, one who is pure in some form or other is difficult. There is no broad brush label, there is no discoloring of who it is. People will hesitate, ignoring any of the possible benefits and seeing only the negative. Clinging to morals is crippling. Morals are funny contradictory things. Justice, righteousness etc. Everyone is born equal, yet children are treated differently, simply because we assume they are less capable and intelligent. Societies with a great respect with justice says it is wrong to kill, illegal even yet thousands are condemned to die every year by the blind eye of justice. Its amazing how thin of an excuse someone can invent to justify murder. Clothing, shoes, drugs, revenge, infidelity the list is endless. However, Rogue is the guilty one here. Should she refuse to do her duty and aid the cause, which will save thousands of mutants from a life of persecution, isn't she the one behaving as a criminal? Sentencing others to an unimaginable fate to save herself. A traitor in other hands. A death worthy penalty if there ever was one.
I refuse to feel guilty. I am to be responsible for the death of an innocent, I accept that. But with that responsibility is the up side, which even as a realist I can see far outweighs the perceived negative side. Hope and a shot at life to be free. Freedom as a mutant, an escape from the social prison which has caged us on a global scale. It draws ever closer. Even the screams are fading as the light of hope stretches over the Atlantic. A holy light shines around the new Mother as she gives birth to her children.
My Ophelia, Mary and Jesus is beautiful. Christ himself screamed out in pain as he lay on the cross. Mary undoubtedly shrieked as the savior was born. Her screams are to be expected, I do wish there was another way. I truly do. I've never been a sadist and I derive no pleasure from human suffering. Pain. The sound that draws the strong to the weak Predators to pray, parents to children. It excites them, it panics them and it gives them strength. It is a warning and a cry for help. Who will heed her cry?
Cyclops? He would kill us both rather than risk me escaping. His moral compass is indeed full of Charles' brand of rational and logic. The end result is the thing which concerns them. Should it entail the loss of one, well tragedy is the hero's call. Neither will admit it. Doing the right thing as they say is so much easier to label in general than equally weighing all the components. We are the same, the three of us. Yet only I will see it and call it as it is.
Jean Grey and Storm are out her tonight as well. The former is completely devoted to Cyclops. Her judgment is blinded by her affection and confidence in him. She will follow his orders on the field, trusting him to make the right choice. He will have his moment of doubt when they are tucked into shadows, she will reassure him. Storm on the other hand is harder to calculate. Her feelings do not interfere with her actions. It is her strength and her weakness. It is my own. I don't pretend that it is only a strength. Our shared trait allowed me to become close to Charles, and it is also what cause us to grow apart. The same cannot yet be said of the white haired woman. Time shall tell.
The Wolverine is another matter altogether. He draws on his emotions to fuel his actions. It aids him to a degree. There is a tunnel vision in him that the others do not display with such a blatant energy. If any, he will insist on going to heroic efforts to save the girl. Speaking of the devil, I believe that my assessment of him was correct. For there is a shadow hovering over me, and it looks distinctly like a wolverine.
Author: Autumn
Series: Through my Eyes
E-mail: autumnleaves@autumnpenguins.com
Disclaimer: I own none of the X-Men. The happy people that do are far richer than I. The bits of song belong to the band Coldplay.
Distribution: DDFH, Autumn's Penguin Emporium. All others please ask first.
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Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones Turn in to something beautiful. -Coldplay, "Yellow"
Isn't she magnificent. Silvery white lines of perfection, her skin is golden. She is my Rumpelstiiltzkin. Spinning gold for me, yet taunting me with it, the price of it, flaunting the make of it and being rather selfish with it One life is hardly a sacrifice if it changes the world. She is a martyr in her own right, but doesn't realize her own significance. She is Rapunzel, she is Ophelia, she is Lilly Bart. Every tragic heroine meshed into a perfect skin. Pale, translucent, elegant, strong and deadly.
Should we go into Christian lore, the girl would be significant as Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary. Her death is our rebirth. Like her predecessors before her, the choice to give life and to give up her own is not her decision. She was born with the golden skin, for good or ill we cannot say. My role is of the divine, egotistic as it sounds, it is the truth. Few people have the capacity to willingly take an innocent life and exploit it for their own intentions. Soldiers on the battlefield kill because they are told too, and they are against the enemy. The men, children and women are faceless and therefore are not real living beings.
An innocent, one who is pure in some form or other is difficult. There is no broad brush label, there is no discoloring of who it is. People will hesitate, ignoring any of the possible benefits and seeing only the negative. Clinging to morals is crippling. Morals are funny contradictory things. Justice, righteousness etc. Everyone is born equal, yet children are treated differently, simply because we assume they are less capable and intelligent. Societies with a great respect with justice says it is wrong to kill, illegal even yet thousands are condemned to die every year by the blind eye of justice. Its amazing how thin of an excuse someone can invent to justify murder. Clothing, shoes, drugs, revenge, infidelity the list is endless. However, Rogue is the guilty one here. Should she refuse to do her duty and aid the cause, which will save thousands of mutants from a life of persecution, isn't she the one behaving as a criminal? Sentencing others to an unimaginable fate to save herself. A traitor in other hands. A death worthy penalty if there ever was one.
I refuse to feel guilty. I am to be responsible for the death of an innocent, I accept that. But with that responsibility is the up side, which even as a realist I can see far outweighs the perceived negative side. Hope and a shot at life to be free. Freedom as a mutant, an escape from the social prison which has caged us on a global scale. It draws ever closer. Even the screams are fading as the light of hope stretches over the Atlantic. A holy light shines around the new Mother as she gives birth to her children.
My Ophelia, Mary and Jesus is beautiful. Christ himself screamed out in pain as he lay on the cross. Mary undoubtedly shrieked as the savior was born. Her screams are to be expected, I do wish there was another way. I truly do. I've never been a sadist and I derive no pleasure from human suffering. Pain. The sound that draws the strong to the weak Predators to pray, parents to children. It excites them, it panics them and it gives them strength. It is a warning and a cry for help. Who will heed her cry?
Cyclops? He would kill us both rather than risk me escaping. His moral compass is indeed full of Charles' brand of rational and logic. The end result is the thing which concerns them. Should it entail the loss of one, well tragedy is the hero's call. Neither will admit it. Doing the right thing as they say is so much easier to label in general than equally weighing all the components. We are the same, the three of us. Yet only I will see it and call it as it is.
Jean Grey and Storm are out her tonight as well. The former is completely devoted to Cyclops. Her judgment is blinded by her affection and confidence in him. She will follow his orders on the field, trusting him to make the right choice. He will have his moment of doubt when they are tucked into shadows, she will reassure him. Storm on the other hand is harder to calculate. Her feelings do not interfere with her actions. It is her strength and her weakness. It is my own. I don't pretend that it is only a strength. Our shared trait allowed me to become close to Charles, and it is also what cause us to grow apart. The same cannot yet be said of the white haired woman. Time shall tell.
The Wolverine is another matter altogether. He draws on his emotions to fuel his actions. It aids him to a degree. There is a tunnel vision in him that the others do not display with such a blatant energy. If any, he will insist on going to heroic efforts to save the girl. Speaking of the devil, I believe that my assessment of him was correct. For there is a shadow hovering over me, and it looks distinctly like a wolverine.