[BEGIN RECORDING. 2:30 a.m.]
My name is Wanda Lensherr, and I have always been different. Always been. separated from other people, I suppose. No, not separated, just slightly different from "normal" society.
I'm a mutant. A human gifted with special abilities at birth. My abilities are my "hex-bolts," a unique form of energy that twists reality to fit my wishes. I've created small explosions, launched missiles into the atmosphere, and even levitated myself. I'm proud of my abilities, and proud to be a mutant.
I think I get that from my father. My pride, I mean. I once called him "Daddy," now he wants only to be called "Magneto." He's gone now, off enslaving the human race and demanding fancy toilets.
Truth be told, I'm the one who left him. I left a long time ago, with Pietro. He's my twin brother, and I honestly don't think we've ever let each other out of sight for more than a day. Some people think there's more to our relationship, but what do they know? Nothing. Obviously.
Pietro and I used to be a part of his little "Brotherhood of Mutants." Not now. Now we're here. In the bottom of some government bunker, hiding.hoping he doesn't find us. Again.
He found us once, and he shot Pietro through the kneecaps. The doctors don't know if Pietro will walk again. I hope he'll be able to. Pietro's never been able to sit still. Then again, I'm not sure I'd be able to either if my ability was super-human speed.
I'm looking at Pietro now while I record this. He's asleep. His legs are all bound in gauze, his heart monitor is beeping steadily in the background, and he's snoring a bit. He looks like some broken toy. I wish.I wish this wouldn't of happened.
That's not the point of this, though. I wanted to say that I appreciate everything everyone has done for me and Pietro. Thank you everyone who has helped us. From the doctors who are trying to fix Pietro's legs to Jan who's visited me every day since this happened.
I just wanted you to know that I hope you catch my father and put him into some cell so that I can watch him rot for the rest of his life.
Thank you, again.
[END RECORDING. 2:42 a.m.]
*Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel Comics, and, fearing legal penalties, are not mine in any sense of the word.
My name is Wanda Lensherr, and I have always been different. Always been. separated from other people, I suppose. No, not separated, just slightly different from "normal" society.
I'm a mutant. A human gifted with special abilities at birth. My abilities are my "hex-bolts," a unique form of energy that twists reality to fit my wishes. I've created small explosions, launched missiles into the atmosphere, and even levitated myself. I'm proud of my abilities, and proud to be a mutant.
I think I get that from my father. My pride, I mean. I once called him "Daddy," now he wants only to be called "Magneto." He's gone now, off enslaving the human race and demanding fancy toilets.
Truth be told, I'm the one who left him. I left a long time ago, with Pietro. He's my twin brother, and I honestly don't think we've ever let each other out of sight for more than a day. Some people think there's more to our relationship, but what do they know? Nothing. Obviously.
Pietro and I used to be a part of his little "Brotherhood of Mutants." Not now. Now we're here. In the bottom of some government bunker, hiding.hoping he doesn't find us. Again.
He found us once, and he shot Pietro through the kneecaps. The doctors don't know if Pietro will walk again. I hope he'll be able to. Pietro's never been able to sit still. Then again, I'm not sure I'd be able to either if my ability was super-human speed.
I'm looking at Pietro now while I record this. He's asleep. His legs are all bound in gauze, his heart monitor is beeping steadily in the background, and he's snoring a bit. He looks like some broken toy. I wish.I wish this wouldn't of happened.
That's not the point of this, though. I wanted to say that I appreciate everything everyone has done for me and Pietro. Thank you everyone who has helped us. From the doctors who are trying to fix Pietro's legs to Jan who's visited me every day since this happened.
I just wanted you to know that I hope you catch my father and put him into some cell so that I can watch him rot for the rest of his life.
Thank you, again.
[END RECORDING. 2:42 a.m.]
*Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel Comics, and, fearing legal penalties, are not mine in any sense of the word.