Hurting, Haunted, Hunted, Healing? By Alasse Greyhame

Please be kind this is my first time posting here. Gwyneth is my character. All others belong to their original owners not me I'm just borrowing them. I don't have any money so please don't sue. This first chapter contains Marvel Comics characters and I might broaden this to include other characters from other fandoms. But only Gwyneth is mine.

() signify thoughts

She'd found him on the lakeshore that morning. Whoever had beaten him certainly hadn't intended that he should be breathing now. The damage was horrible.

(Why would anyone do this? The people that had done this felt wrong their trail broke up heading in all the compass points probably to confuse each other or keep each other from following? The feelings she sensed were extreme anger, bitterness and betrayal came from the different trails and the man in front of her. )

She threw a cautious look around and a tentative push of power only to be reaffirmed that only herself and the injured man were present.

(Well, to work.)

If anyone would have been about they would seen a flash of silver blue fire reach skyward. It enveloped the injured man and healed him at least of his physical wounds anyway. She heard him muttering, "Help me, please children help me." There was pain there, regret, and that sense of betrayal. She did try to move but couldn't quite make it and thought

(Stupid, you just healed the 2nd worst beating you've ever seen why did you think you could move yourself and him just like that.)

The Next Morning

He was still muttering to himself Why? And Help me, children please help me?

(Children? Should I move him then. They might be looking….)

The thought was never finished. Someone, something hit her and knocked her down, while down she grabbed a handful of gravel and sand. She waited half kneeling, half lying over the still semiconscious man.

"Why?!" came a voice.

"Why him!? Don't you know what he's done? Who he is?"

"No, and I don't give a crap. He was hurt and still is mentally speaking. And whoever did this can't want him or need him I do." the woman answered.

"For what?" sneered the first speaker.

"A friend." Came the answer.

This shocked the other man enough to give her the opening she wanted she threw the gravel and sand and along with this a roundhouse kick that knocked him out cold. She then sensed another coming from the southwest and moving fast not as fast as he had but then it was time to go anyway.

She picked up her "patient" and began moving north. Trying as much as possible to leave no traces of which way they had gone. (Well friend you certainly have enemies and no mistake. If they're all as implacable as the one to the southwest we'll have trouble.) While moving she kept talking to the wounded man hoping to bring him fully awake and hoping he'd be able to tell her something about what, who, and why he'd been attacked.

Meanwhile back at the lake…

"Wake up idiot!"

"Ugh, what happened?"

"I don't know genius! I was hoping you could tell me. Besides the obvious, you're out cold and we've lost him."

"Do they know he's still alive?"

"I don't think so brother but for mother's sake let's find him and finish it, which is what I thought we had done the last time."

"Which way did he go?"

"I don't know."

"What!?!"

"I know there a woman with him."

"One of his stupid followers."

"No, a stranger."

"Not one of Xavier's fools, then, I take it."

"No sister but please, watch your mouth. Don't forget they've got two of the world's most powerful telepaths and they have helped us more than once."

"Ha, four of them helped us to beat him down. Foolish brother, I don't care if they do hear. They don't rule the world."

"Neither do we."

"At least we aren't wanted criminals."

"Only by the good graces of the Avengers, sister, and I've not noticed any of them being exactly our best friends lately either."

"Enough!!!!! Pietro Maximoff stop fooling around and use the brain God gave you! Which way would you go given the fact that there are no visible traces which means our "friend" could possibly fly or teleport."

Pietro thought but not immediately about his sister's question. (She was never like this before. She resembles our father more than ever with that look on her face.)

"I'm waiting brother."

"Well Wanda, I would've have gone that way toward those mountains."

"Good, shall we go?"

"Home?" was the hopeful question.

"No, idiot! Not home! We've got to be sure he won't come back to haunt us again. Now come on."

Pietro sighed and began to shake when he remembered what exactly they had done to their father.

"Stop that moron!"

"Huh? Stop what?"

"You're regretting what we did. Did he ever show regret for what he did to us even after he knew about us."

"Honestly, Wanda, I don't think we ever gave him the chance to prove anything to us and I can't forget the look on his face when we attacked. I feel horrible"

"Well stop feeling "horrible" we've reached the cave."

And it was true they had reached the cave. In front of the cave was a peaceful looking lake it was fed by a stream and it ran down the foothills feeding the other lake. Inside the cave they found their father and his mysterious benefactor. They both stared. Their father was semi conscious and still muttering to himself but now it was unintelligible. There was a jagged wound running down the side of face that had been healed but it just looked horrible or maybe Pietro thought he just had a guilty conscience. The benefactor was a woman she had hair that looked like autumn leaves and her eyes were closed. She was dressed in plain clothes which had obviously seen much wear and tear and careful mending. Just behind the sleepers was a ruined bridge and what looked like a never-ending chasm.

"Perfect" said Wanda.

And with that she used her magic to pick up both sleepers and throw them over the edge.

"And that takes care of that. Now brother, we can go "home"." Wanda sneered.

Pietro could only nod. He didn't think that that was that he had the sneaking feeling that it was only the beginning.

Meanwhile at the bottom of the hole…

His first thought, (I can't see. Why can't I see?) Then he remembered. The dreadful moment when… He started to shake and then cry. He jumped when out of the dark came.

"Ugh, bloody little… Hey are you alright?"

"I.I.I don't think so." Came the answer.

"Where are we?"

"At the bottom of the chasm."

"Oh that sounds wonderful."

"Actually it probably means, that they think we're dead and that could be a big blessing."

"My name is Erik Lensherr by the way."

"Mine is Gwyneth Holmes."

"Well I suppose I should thank you for my life. Although at this point, I can't think of one reason why; why did you save me anyway?"

"I was told to do it in a dream."

"Oh really?!"

"Yes, I was to bring you here and …"

Then a white flash interrupts this conversation.

Well what do you think? Utter crap? Should I give up and just continue reading other people's work. If anyone likes this I might write more. But let me know.