"Thank you for being so cooperative, Miss Darkholme," The agent says.
He smiles.
"You did the right thing coming here and working with us," He continues to tell me as he gathers the documents on the table into a folder,"I know there was a time when you would have died for Erik Lehnsherr"
"I already did," I whisper.
Before the agent can respond the metallic door to the interrogation room opens and a squad of armed prison guards file inside.
"Take Miss Darkholme back to her holding cell," He tells the guards.
They walk over to me and one pulls me up by my arm.
I don't fight back.
As I am being led out, I take a glance at the woman staring at me in the one way mirror.
The one I had adamantly avoided looking at when I surrendered back to the US government and was brought in here.
The one I could see in the corner of my eye telling information of Magento's plans to what I had once considered to be our shared enemies.
I stop dead in my tracks to look at her.
Black hair, pale skin, blue eyes.
Homo sapien.
"Miss Darkholme?" The agent asks.
I don't answer.
Instead I turn away from what I know is my own reflection.
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One night in my cell I dream about Charles.
We're inside the X-mansion.
"Raven," I hear his voice say behind me.
I'm standing in front of a refrigerator.
My body is small.
A child.
I've broken in to this place.
I remember.
I am alone.
I have nowhere to go.
And I'm hungry.
Scared.
I glance down at my hands.
Blue.
I am a mutant.
I turn around to face Charles.
He is a child, too.
But he transforms into a young adult.
And the mansion transforms into a bar in Europe.
I glance down at my hands.
Older.
Feminine.
White.
"Raven," Xavier says once more and as he speaks, he transforms again.
His face wrinkles.
His hair disappears.
He's in a wheelchair.
The bar transforms as well.
Until it becomes nothing but black space .
I glance down at my hands.
This time they are blue.
Adult.
Tough.
Worn.
"Charles...," I whisper back.
I meet his eyes.
He shakes his head.
"I thought I could make the world better. For us. For mutants. For you," He says.
"So did I," I answer.
XxxxxXxxxX
I wake up from that dream feeling disoriented.
But also...
Incomplete.
I look down at my hands.
White...mixed with blue.
XxxxxXxxxxxx