Raven's point of view
There was something pulling at my mind.
An image that I had learned to bury inside myself, a sound I had chosen to forget. But there it was nagging at my heart, nudging its way, unbidden into my head. I blinked it away and it was gone, lost in the atmosphere of the van I was sitting in.
I had almost laughed when Erik suggested we take a van or any kind of vehicle into the city. For one it was about a million degrees in the Arizonian summer and the van was barely air conditioned. Also why would we bother ourselves with driving for so many hours when we could be there in seconds if Azazel took us? Erik was always so adamant that we use our mutations to their full ability, so to travel the human way, as he put it, was strange to me. He had mumbled something about a backup plan and dropped the subject. Due to this 'backup plan' we were all suffering with each other trapped in this van. Angel and Emma were playing some kind of card game in the back seats, Angel's wings fanning herself and Emma in her diamond form to keep cool. Erik was going over some papers in the front with Riptide driving. I refused to look at the last person in the corner, even though his gaze was burning holes into my back.
After our affair started, I soon realised that for all his demonic looks, Azazel was more like a sulky child, easy to please, annoyed if he doesn't get his way and can throw one hell of a tantrum. I had managed to be on the receiving end of one of his rants the night before when I told him I wasn't in the mood. Maybe I was a liar to everyone else, but not to myself. I knew that what I was doing was wrong. I had managed to devote myself to Erik and the cause entirely, somewhere in the middle, I lost myself to it. The point of Azazel wasn't to hurt Erik; it was to try to pretend that I had a life outside of him. As it turned out, I didn't. I knew that maybe in a strange way Erik was in love with me, despite that our relationship never went further than that kiss in the mansion.
All my thoughts stopped at that.
There it was again. A nudge, a pull, a Pandora's Box buried in my mind, screaming to be opened, and have all its demons let out. I only ever peeked inside it, never full lifted the lid off, afraid of memories that would hurt and sting. But a peek was enough.
There was sand at my feet. Sand stretching along the ground for miles, burying me where I stood. Stopping me from walking towards someone, someone important, more important than anything else on that beach, so why couldn't I move? The only other thing pulling at my head was the sound of waves crashing gently onto the sand, lazily running its course up the beach, as if to soothe the chaos that stood on it. As my imagination started to fall into the memory, it was yanked back to the surface by a solid voice.
"Mystique, what are thinking about?" Erik asked looking into my yellow eyes with something that resembled affection. I had a feeling that it was there because my eyes were yellow, not because they were mine. So I smiled softly, and I played along, as I always did for him.
"Nothing important."
A/N: So this kind of came out of nowhere, I just felt the need to write it.
Disclaimer: Don't own.