Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Author's note: The first half of this was written last year some time. The rest I wrote, like, in the past half our. I'm peeved, cuz I lost the next chapter and it was killer. It was from Pyro's p.o.v. and it was FUN. But now it's gone and I have to write it again and it won't be half as good as it was before. pouts Anywho, enjoy this chapter!
Beautiful Liar
Lunn Lady of Angst
Chapter 4
Mina backed up slowly from her sister's corpse, the rage in her mind slowly starting to cool leaving Mina's mind numb. The thought that she had just killed another human kept pouring through her head, time after painful time.
A sound broke through the haze enfolding Mina's mind – a rustling at the second story window of her house. Mina turned her head languidly towards the window only to shrink back in surprise and alarm when she saw her mother staring out at her, mouth wide open. Oh, fuck, not good. Any remorseful thoughts about what she had just done were immediately scratched from her mind to be replaced by this new problem.
Mina turned and began to run towards the woods. Before she could take more than a few strides, however, a sharp pain bit into her back thigh. Mina yelped in pain and promptly, instinctively, transformed back into her human form. She collapsed onto the ground then turned to see her mother holding a rifle in shaking arms. Plastered across her face was a look of extreme fear and shock. Mina knew she was done for; the wound in her leg would likely bleed out if she didn't get help, and after what her mother just saw, Mina knew that help was unlikely.
What Mina did not expect, however, was that her mother would continue to fire upon her now that she was down. She was wrong, of course. To Mina's dismay, she watched her mother hoist the rifle up again and pull the trigger. Mina watched, in seeming slow motion, as the bullet flew through the window and into her shoulder, throwing her back onto the grass.
She shot me. She knew it was me, and she shot me. I can't believe it… She was supposed to love me. I was her first, her favourite. She shot me. Mina's mind was losing its sense of reason again. The feral instinct was taking over again with indignant abandon.
Mina's mother might have been safe if she had left it at that, only shooting her once. However, she then made her third and last mistake. Mina watched, horrified and filled with rage, as her mother filled the gun one more time with a bullet, which she proceeded to fire at her firstborn daughter. This bullet hit Mina in the abdomen.
The full force of the hit was never felt though. Mina had become so overcome with rage that she transformed almost immediately after the bullet hit her. She had transformed into, not one, but millions of wasps. She flew, in a mob, towards her mother on the second floor.
Mina couldn't think. She couldn't rationalize, she couldn't even see straight. All she knew was that her mother had betrayed her and that was unforgivable. She would pay for what she had just done. And that was that. She would have to die. Mina was consumed by feral instinct and adrenaline.
The mass of wasps that was Mina finally reached her mother and started attacking fiercely and without remorse. Millions of wasps were stinging the frail woman that was now writhing on the ground and all Mina could feel was that this was somehow payback for the fourteen horrid years she had been forced to endure because this woman was too weak to stop the pain.
Suddenly and without warning, a bullet whizzed through the mass of wasps, killing several instantly. Almost as instantly, Mina transformed and spun around to see her father holding a smoking handgun threateningly in front of him.
Thoughts zoomed through Mina's mind at lightening speed: this is the man that beat me, this is the man that addled my sister's mind into hating me, this is the cause of all my problems. Without a second thought, Mina transformed into five silver foxes and leapt at Bryce.
She tore at him as if she were tearing away all of her problems. He fired his gun feebly a few times before he was overcome with pain. When he ceased to breathe, Mina knew he was dead but the power inside her was so overwhelming, so great, that she could not bring herself to stop her onslaught against her abusive father.
When her rage finally subsided, Mina reverted back to her human form, out of breath and covered in blood – both her own and the blood of her victims. Her feral instinct gone, she stared in horror at the bloodbath she had wrought upon her family. She was terrified. If she was caught here, she'd surely get caught. The only thing she could think to do, since she could now thing rationally, was to run. She wasn't sure where she would run; all she knew was that she had to get out of the house. She began to panic again, her adrenaline starting pumping again.
The nearest thing to her was an open window – her quickest escape. She jumped at it, feeling herself transforming into a swallow and flying out of it. Hitting the ground, she felt herself once again as human. She began to run. She didn't know where she was going or what was going on, she was just running away.
Mina slowed down her panicked run as she began to feel weak and light-headed. What's going on? What's wrong with me? Her thoughts were starting to jumble and get fuzzy. She realized she wasn't going to last much longer just running down the street.
Frantically looking around for any safe place to rest, she saw a brick wall enclosing what looked to be a small group of trees. That looks safe… Using up almost all of her diminishing energy, she transformed into a swallow and flew over the high brick wall. Unable to keep up the energy required to remain transformed, she crashed haphazardly to the ground.
Mina looked up. There's a house… a big house… I just need to get there… I need… help… She started crawling, dragging her injured arm with her, towards the mansion in the distance. By the time she reached the edge of the clump of trees, the sun had almost set and Mina could barely keep her eyes open.
Knowing she couldn't keep going any longer, Mina collapsed on the ground, panting, her breathing laboured. She was fading. She managed one final thought before she passed out: I'm a mutant… I killed my family… I can never… do that… again…
With that, her power drained from her body and she fell asleep.
