I'm so sorry about the long wait for this story. I had so much of other stuff to do, and summertime and school didn't help. I can't say if the next update will be soon, but don't lose faith in me.
Jesus Luvs Everyone(me): dis moe' of a memory chapta…tellin' what had happen on someone's else side of de story…
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men…only my OCs and the story…
Both little girls sat on the wooden floor of the black-haired girl's room. The said owner of the room was playing with small, porcelain-faced dolls. She was also humming to a little song. The other girl, graying silver hair, just watched with a slightly darken expression.
She was apprehensive about the obviously cheerful black-haired girl. Part of her, the part her mother 'encouraged' told her not to speak with the other. But another part said to speak with the other, to play with her cousin.
"Hey Belly?"
The graying haired girl snapped out of her conflicting thoughts and met the other's gaze.
"Yes, Desiree?" she replied, voice tone low and to the point.
"Would you like to play with me?" Desiree asked innocently. Belle thought about it, then nodded, going against half of her subconscious. A large grin soon spread across the other's face, and Desiree then handed the other girl one of her porcelain-faced dolls.
Belle took it, and soon Desiree went back to playing with her own other dolls. The hazel-eyed girl stared down at the doll in her hand.
A blank, painted face stared back.
~Dream~
The little four-year old Desiree stood next to her mother in the living room. Rêve and Belle stood together, facing them.
"Well," Rêve began, "it was a pleasure visiting you, sister. Maybe next time I visit, your husband might be home." The other stared at her sister, then curtly nodded. Desiree was oblivious to the tension within the atmosphere, but, however, Belle was not.
Then Desiree's mother spoke, "It was a…pleasure to see you again, as well, sister." Rêve's lips strained into a tight line, and the other's eyebrows knitted together. Then Rêve nodded, turned, and left the room with Belle, heading for the front door.
She opened it, and, before leaving, she called back to her sister, "Aurevoir, le cauchemar primordial. Au revoir, soeur.[1]" Then the two walked out, door slamming shut behind them.
Desiree looked up at her mother, confusion in her eyes.
"What did she say mommy?" she asked, not really knowing. She was only four-years old and hadn't got to learn much French yet. The woman looked down at her daughter, who was still ignorant to what was truly going on.
Then she spoke, "Nothing, my little one. It is nothing. Let's go get dinner started." Desiree smiled brightly and nodded. She bounded out of the living room, heading for the kitchen. Her mother hung back, glancing to where her sister had been. She had a bad feeling arising within her.
Something was going to happen.
~Dream~
She had waited outside the plantation style home, shivering and pulling her jacket closer. Other than that, she was as still as a statue as her mother did what they had come here to do. Her mother had told her to wait as she went inside. While the little Belle waited, she began to think.
Her mother had told her about her 'powers.' Powers that had been passed down through the family bloodline. Though, even if she was young, she had doubts that it was a family power. She had heard that parents pass to the children. Maybe, the power was just a trait that was randomly passed down, since only one child was born to parents in their family. She had also heard, on the television, about people called 'mutants.' Her mother had hotly denied and stated that they weren't 'mutants,' saying that they were better than others.
Belle was weary, but went along with her mother. Her father had not agreed with her mother once…
A scream of agony and cries of pain pierced the air. She jumped a bit on the inside and looked over at the house. Her mother had said this was necessary.
But…Belle had little doubts in her head.
Then, the screams and cries stopped. The graying-haired girl had only to wait a little bit, before her mother walked out, a hand-mirror in her hand. The trees rustled around them, and Belle tried, but failed, not shiver. Her mother stopped in front of her. Then a smile slowly spread across Rêve's face, and she patted her daughter's head. Belle had tried to smile, but something just felt wrong.
But…her mother was smiling. That meant it was going good….right?
~Dream~
Any doubts about her mother or her mother's goal were crushed as the older woman trained her. She had been trained fiercely within their home, several miles away from Rêve's sister's house. The woman since that fateful day would wake her up early to train. The little girl had tried to argue, but the mother kept making her train. Finally, Belle gave up fighting against her mother's orders and went along with it.
Then Belle grew stronger. Her own 'abilities' began to mature through the ages. Her powers heightened and strengthened. And everything was going according to Rêve's plans.
Except for one final piece. A piece that would put a thorn in Rêve's side.
~Dream~
The wind howled through the plain before a plantain home. The trees in the forest behind the building rustled and swayed, near bending.
Inside, a girl of eighteen was having her first nightmare. She was tossing and turning within the cotton sheets.
In her mind, her own mother's image was haunting her.
Several years back, when Belle was younger, Rêve alternated living in the plantation home or in New Orleans. When Belle had been younger, Rêve brought her along. But, as her power increased, Rêve grew fearful that the other might sense her daughter's presence. So, she would leave Belle at the house.
Belle continued to toss and turn. Inside of her mind, she saw her own mother from behind the mirror's surface, yelling at her.
"Revenge! The Nightmare has done this to me! Vengeance! Avenge me! Descendez le cauchemar, ma fille.[2]" The voice kept yelling, haunting her sleep.
Then Belle replied, "Yes, my mother….revenge…"
The woman's voice kept yelling, but the figure in the mirror smiled. The plans were still continuing.
Well…here was some more background to what had happened. Next chapter will be in the present time.
Also…getting closer to the ending…
Here are the translations…
[1]- 'Au revoir, le cauchemar primordial. Au revoir, soeur.' – Goodbye, the prime nightmare. Goodbye, sister.
[2]- 'Descendez le cauchemar, ma fille.' – Take down the nightmare, my daughter.
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