This Kiss
Summary: Xavier adopted two 7-year-old twins who are completely mute for 7 years. But what will happen when two certain guys enter their lives and bring out the side that Xavier longed to see. Told from the POVs of Desiree, Sabine, John and Piotr. R&R
WARNING!!! The first chapter is violent and dark. Character deaths. The song is by Martina McBride. It just seemed to fit this chapter.
FYI: Desiree, Sabine, Angelique, Janna, and Jacques are mine. Everybody else, isn't.
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Desiree:
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
Oh-oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
"You stupid, stupid harlot!!! It's all your fault that my life is hell!!! You are nothing!! It's all your fault my life is ruined!! You deserve everything I give you, you stupid whores!! That's all you'll ever be, stupid whores!!" My mother shouted out angrily to us.
"Maman!! Stop!! Please!! Hit me maman!! Don't hit Sabine, maman!!" I cried out as I felt the blood trickle down my back. Sabine was crying out loudly from the abuse that I was taking from our mother.
Just a few moments before, Sabine, Angelique and I were playing happily in a back alley in London. We came here often when we didn't want to receive a beating for breathing from our parents. Just moments before, we all had smiles on our faces, which is rare for us. But then our mother showed up.
To everyone else, we had the perfect family and life. Our mother was what my teacher called a "stay-at-home mom" and our father was an executive at a high-profile company. We had a nice, two story flat in the middle of London and everyone thought that our family was perfect. But it wasn't. Far from it, as a matter of fact. Our parents are heroine users and alcoholics who spent all the money that my father earned on their addictions. Our clothes came from Goodwill and our toys are whatever we found in garbage cans and dumpsters. At the age of four, I understood the phrase, "Appearances are deceiving," only too well.
Our mother, picked up a steel cable that looked like an old power line and started walking towards us. We all scattered. I shouted to my younger sisters to get away. Angelique, who was only five, managed to get away. Sabine and I were trapped in the alley with nowhere to go.
When my mother raised the cable, I turned my back to her - knowing that it would be less fatal - and pulled Sabine in front of me and wrapped my arms around her. I didn't care what happened to me, as long as my baby sister was okay.
The whipping seemed to last forever. Maybe it did. I could feel some of the slashed going bone-deep. I t hurt like hell. I tried to shield Sabine from the slashes, but I could tell from the way she was crying that she was still getting hit.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete Angel
I whispered in her ear, "Pretend to pass out. Maybe then she'll stop."
So Sabine "passed out" so did I. And sure enough, our mother stopped. But what I didn't count on was the fact that I actually did pass out. I woke up with Sabine shaking and shouting at me to wake up. I realized that I was laying in a pool of blood.
Sabine helped me up and we started our way home. We took the back way home because we didn't want people to see the blood on our dresses.
Sabine said, "We can't take much more of this, Desiree. We need to get out of our home."
I told Sabine, "If we don't stay with our parents, we will just be separated. We will never be able to see each other again!"
Sabine countered, "We'll die if we stay! We are only seven and Angelique is five. We can't take any more of this."
I knew that Sabine was right. If we stayed with our parents, one of us would likely wind up dead. That person would probably be me. But the only things that kept me alive were my sisters and their safety.
We walked into our home and went up to the bedroom that the three of us shared. Angelique was already there hiding in the closet. When she saw the cuts on us she went and got a bowl and a lot of rags. (Over the last year, Angelique has become like a nurse to me. I bear the brunt of our parents rage, so I get far more injuries than Sabine or Angelique.)
Just as we laid down on the floor for Angelique to clean our wounds, Janna and Jacques LaFluer came into the room. They grabbed Angelique and threw her against the wall. They left me and Sabine on the floor, and went over to beat on Angelique. Though my wounds hurt terribly, I got off the floor to go help my innocent sister. I threw myself onto my parents and started hitting them with my fist, kicking them and biting them. My father threw me off of him into a wall. The last thing I heard was Angelique crying and my parents saying that she was going to pay for ruining their lives. The last thing I saw was Sabine trying to help Angelique.
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out their lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete Angel
I woke up on a bed in a clean white room. I was lying on my stomach, which was a good thing, because my slashes hurt so bad. In the next bed, I saw Sabine sleeping on her stomach, too. I heard voices in the hall and I knew that we were somewhere safe.
Sabine woke up and smiled at me. I smiled back. She got up off her bed and came over to mine. She had an IV sticking out of her arm, so she took the machine with her. We covered ourselves up with the blanket and Sabine started crying. Though I was in pain, I couldn't bear to see my sister cry because of hers.
The door opened and I sat up just a little so the blanket fell off of my head. I didn't trust people anymore and apparently neither did Sabine, considering how she scooted closer to me. I just scooted back into a corner and she scooted with me. A whole line of people came in. A doctor, two nurses, and three constables.
The nurses and doctor looked happy that me and Sabine were awake. The constables looked grave, but friendly.
"Where are we? How did we get here?" I asked to no one in particular.
"You are at Mercy Hospital. A neighbor called the station when one of her children said they couldn't sleep due to the crying coming from your house. Inside we found that the house was empty, except for an upstairs bedroom where we found three little girls - none older than seven - all unconscious, all bleeding terribly. The worst of the three was a girl with blue hair, she was surrounded by blood. You. We called the paramedics and they flipped you over to reveal over 20 slashes on your entire backside, all over an inch in diameter. We got the three of you to a hospital and entered you under Jane Doe. What are your names?" asked the constable.
"I'm Desiree LaFluer and this is my sister, Sabine. Where is the other little girl? Her name is Angelique. Where is she? Is she alright?" I asked the constable.
"She - uh - died from her wounds."
All the color drained out of my face. After all I had done to protect my sister, I couldn't protect her in the time she needed me the most.
I heard Sabine start crying as she heard this. I reached down and gave her a hug.
"How long have we been here? You do know that our parents were the ones who did this to us and Angelique?"
The doctor answered this time, "You have been here three days. We found your parents dead in their car this morning. We believe that it was an overdose on heroine."
"Good riddance!!!" I said.
The door opened again and in came a bald man in a wheelchair.
Sabine and I backed under the covers again.
The constable said to us, "This is Professor Charles Xavier. We got into contact with the Justice of the Peace when we found your parents dead to get a hold of their Will. It said that if they were seen to be unfit parents or died that he would be your legal guardian. I contacted him earlier today, he took the first flight over here."
"We should leave them alone for now," the nurse said.
Sabine and I watched as the door opened, everybody leave, and the door closed.
Charles Xavier wheeled closer to us, which caused us to back further away from him.
"Hello. Please don't be frightened. I won't hurt you. As the constable said I am your legal guardian. When you are well enough, I will take you to my home in Westchester, New York."
I just stared at him. I felt something trying to enter my mind, but I put up a barrier that wouldn't allow it to.
Charles Xavier looked shocked. And he looked twice as shocked as when Sabine put up her barrier.
He just wheeled closer. He gently reached out and touched my hand. He only touched it for a second or two before I pulled away from him in shock and fear. For the two seconds we touched, I saw his entire life. I saw him as a little boy. I saw us sitting in fear under a blanket. I saw him dying on his bed in a huge room. I saw his entire life. I was horrified.
But then I felt the sheets get wet. I looked over and saw that Sabine and completely transformed herself into water and back.
Charles Xavier looked shocked and said softly, "Aquakenisis and foresight abilities. Amazing!"
He then said, "You are mutants. Don't tell anyone. I'm going to take you to my home, it's a place where mutants are free to live normal lives. But I assume you want to stay for your sisters funeral."
We nodded our heads.
Three Days Later
We were sitting in wheelchairs, covered from head to toe as we saw them lay our baby sister in the ground. I just sat there and cried.
Three days earlier, Sabine and I swore that nobody would know our real names but us. Because Desiree and Sabine LaFluer were dead. They died with Angelique. We would hide our ugly, disformed bodies with clothes that were worse than our present clothes. We would keep everyone at a distance. If you kept everyone at a distance, then no one can ever hurt you again.
The priest said the Lord's Prayer and came over to us and offered his condolences.
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete Angel
R&R. I know that it's long. Let me know if I should continue. This is the darkest the story will be.
