Mystique heard someone knocking at her door. She got out of bed, and morphed into her human body. Since she had started living in this apartment, none of her neighbours knew that she was a mutant. After all, when she had moved in, the effects of the cure had not worn out yet. And at that time, she was persuaded that she would have remained a powerless human forever and that she would have been forever be stuck in the same human appearance.
After the cure had worn out, and she had regained her shape lifting abilities, Mystique though it was better to remain discreet over that matter. The government had decided that she was no longer a threat since she had no longer had the "special skill" required to be the perfect infiltration agent she once was for magneto. And the fact that she had turned Magneto down to the authorities showed that she was no longer loyal to him. They had taken all the information that they had needed from her, and without her abilities; they assumed she was no threat. So the deal was that she would reveal Magneto's whereabouts and that she would just walk away as a free human. Too bad that asshole saw the whole thing coming. Erik had foreseen Mystique's betrayal. He knew her too well.
However, Mystique did not regret whatever she did. He betrayed her first, and she was still bitter over it. But now, she was back to herself. That was her real her. Losing her abilities was perhaps the worst experience ever. She would never forget that dark period of her life. It was not the fact that she was made powerless by the cure, but because Erik had left her in the hands of the government agents, after she had made the ultimate sacrifice for him.
Mystique had morphed into her human shape, with her black hair. Her blue scales morphed and took the shape and the texture of a fitted black dress, showing every twist and curve of her slender body. She opened the door and found a woman standing. Mystique realized that there was no need to hide her true, blue form. That was not necessary, since the woman was blind.
"Mystique, I believe" the blind woman spoke.
Mystique fell annoyed. She nervously checked around to if someone had been hearing.
Luckily, no one seemed to be around.
"I am sorry but you must be mistaken, my name is Raven Darkholme." replied Mystique, trying to sound as neutral as possible.
Mystique started to close the door but that blind woman managed effortlessly to grab Mystique's wrist.
"I know the cure wore off" whispered the blind woman, pronouncing each word very carefully.
Mystique invited the blind woman to get it. She helped her get a seat on one of her green sofas (which she hated) and sat on another one, so that she would be facing the blind woman.
"I know that you have regained your abilities, I have seen it." said the blind woman.
"Seen it?" interrupted Mystique, perplexed.
The blind woman's mouth curved into a smile.
"The thing that my mutation allows me to do is that I can see things that will happen." The blind woman replied.
"Precognition" Mystique realized.
"I need your help, Mystique." The blind woman continued, "The cure is not permanent. The other mutants affected by the cure will soon see their true mutant nature resurface again. We need to help them. I have seen a great deal of things in my precognitions. Some would be able to deal with it, some won't. Others will get killed, or imprisoned by the government as soon as they will know that those mutants can pose a threat again."
Mystique listened to the woman without missing a single word.
"Mutants who could pose a threat" said Mystique bitterly, "Like me."
The blind woman nodded.
"You came here to ask for my help?" Mystique asked her, "Or did you already get your answer in your visions, and you telling me all this is just a mere formality?"
"I have seen both the success and the failure, and the failure comes when you refuse."
Mystique did not know why, but there was something about that blind woman sitting in front of her that made it impossible for her to say no to.
"What is your name?" asked Mystique, in a very soft tone.
"Hmm?" replied the blind woman, as if taken away from her deep thoughts.
"What's your name?" Mystique repeated, in the same soft tone, "or should I refer to you as the blind mutant?"
"Irene Adler" answered back the blind woman.
"But I prefer Destiny"