Rachel's head fell against the cool tile with a dull thud. After a moment, she repeated the motion. Once more. Well, maybe one more time. After that last time, she was fairly certain she was done beating her head against the wall and simply rested her forehead against the surface. After all, continuing wasn't going to serve her well in the long run.
Fucking X-men, fucking Apocalypse…
She raised a fist and gave the wall a weak punch, hissing through her clenched teeth at the pain.
Wrong arm to use for that… Fucking Darren.
It was far from the first time she'd cursed him since she'd fled England. She was sure it wouldn't be the last as she moved through France.
Her shoulder ached and felt stiff, as she'd limited the movement of that arm due to the puncture. The warm water of the shower against the wound stung, but she was reluctant to move out from under the spray.
What the fuck had she been thinking? In what fucking world was it a good idea to piss off the fucking X-men? If she had to take a guess, the answer would be none, judging from how badly she hurt now. Beside her shoulder, she had some nice bruising from where Ankka had tackled and Mayday had punched her.
On the other hand, there was no way she was worse off than them, though the thought didn't bring her much comfort. She'd just turned on her friends. Her family, even... without a second thought at the time. Now, her stomach was turning at the thought of Fabian's head cracking against the pavement, May sliding across it, and some of the memories she'd pulled to the forefront of Ankka's mind. She reached up to scrub at her face with the hand of her good arm, slicking some water off her hair before wrapping her arm around her midsection.
Maybe she was the monster Nur had made her to be.
