Everything smelled like blood and pain, and she was the cause of it all. That was perhaps the most empowering feeling in the world, holding the lives of others in the palm of her hand, and snuffing them out with inhuman ease. Then again she wasn't human, she was better, she was stronger, she succeeded everywhere they failed.
Homo Superior Magneto had called them and she had followed along like a good little student, nodding and smiling and believing every word he said, following him to what should have been her death (or at least the death of her powers) at Alcatraz. Even after that she followed him, devoted entirely to the cause, watching and waiting while he slowly regained his strength, doing what he could not.
"What do you want done with them?" She looked around at the cowering figures as she waited for an answer, smiling cruelly at those few who dared look up and meet her eyes.
"Kill them." The tinny voice that came through the radio still retained its air of easy command, "All of them."
Her hand clutched a little tighter on the gun in her hand, a crude weapon but one that kept her from being identified by the distinctive mark of her powers. "My pleasure."
There was nothing they could do to stop her, any of them. One by one they died, screams echoing from their companions, quickly drowned out by another gunshot. The last one was a child, small and fair, innocent looking in every way despite the blood and tears staining his round face. She raised the gun one last time, turning on her heel to face the child, and pulled the trigger.
A faint click, no bullets were left. With a growl of frustration she cast the weapon aside, its clatter against the tile the only thing to break the silence for long moments. "It's alright, kiddo." Her tone was syrupy sweet, gentle, unfitting of her cold demeanor and bloodstained clothes. "You're going to be alright." A smile cracked her cold mask and she held out a hand that was meant to be reassuring but only made the child flinch away.
"My m-mom." The little animal scrambled backwards across the floor, slipping in the pooling blood. "You killed her."
"No." She crouched down a few feet away, hand still outstretched. "I killed a threat, an inconvenience, nothing so important as to be called mother by a prodigy such as you." Lies. "You're like me, you're special. I can take you somewhere those gifts will truly be developed, away from all these weak, pathetic humans." The last word spit as though it was a curse, a sneer on her face. "Just come with me."
"You promise you won't…?" A sob, and he gestured at the bodies surrounding him.
"I promise." She beckoned him forward and reluctantly he took her hand, allowing her to pull him into her arms gently. "I won't let you die." Her arms closed around his tiny waist, hugging him to her tightly, hands inching up his blood stained chest to close around his shoulders a little too tightly. "Just close your eyes, and when you wake up we'll be somewhere safe." You will be at least, safe from all this hell on earth. Wish I could go with you.
Obediently the child closed his eyes, curling back into her grip instinctively. "If you say so."
He was so small, one of her hands nearly doubled around his pale neck, nails scraping at his neck. "I do, I promise." It only took a moment, a thought, and her carefully trimmed nails morphed into vicious feline claws and buried themselves in the boy's throat. His scream became a choked off gargle, his blood spilt warm and wet over her bare hands and arms. "I'm sorry." She released him as he went limp, letting him slide to the floor like a rag doll and join the others. "But you're better off dead."
There was nothing to clean her hands on but her own jeans, she wiped them off hurriedly and glanced around. Across the room her gun lay by the head of a dead man, coated in thick blood. She left it, she could get another one, at the moment she needed to be gone as quickly as possible.
On the outside it was just another office building, she glanced back and smirked coldly as the alarms began sounding only after she had stepped out of the door. It was too late, they were all dead, including the innocents in the lobby. "Mission complete, I've got it." Her satisfaction was obvious in the tone of her voice.
"Good, return immediately. Take care not to be seen. The police should arrive shortly and then you will be identified."
"I know, I know. It doesn't matter though, they never have to see my face again." If she didn't have something to carry they never would have needed to see it in the first place, unfortunately objects never survived the transformation. "I'll be back in an hour tops, and I expect a drink waiting for me when I get there." Without waiting for a reply she turned off the radio, dropped it and crushed it beneath one heavy boot. There was no need for it anymore and it would only make her look suspicious. As if being soaked in blood, none of which belonged to her, and dressed entirely in black didn't arouse enough suspicion already.
It was a long way home when one had only two feet, unfortunately, and none of her forms with four could carry a disk in a back pocket. She set off at a jog, black hair whipping in the wind behind her and a smile on her face. Nothing could go wrong now. No one even knew they still existed. The New Brotherhood would take the world by surprise, and this time they would win.
What do you think? Confusing I know, but was it any good?