Re Powered

Disclaimer: SO SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED BUT OMG MY LIFE HAS BEEN LIKE A SOAP OPERA FOR THE PAST WEEKS!! honestly this isn't going to be a long chapter. so sorry. and this mystique centered...as in your going to know whats happening...what i was aiming for.

Chapter 7

All the while Mystique stayed in the mansion, she never talked once about her reason for being there. They hadn't glady accepted her, just accepted her. She was all alone sitting in the dark room, black night gown draping her blue skin. Her eyes watching outside at everyone else, stupid teens and their parties. But she did not forget her mission. She shivered thinking about what all had happened to cause this.


Flashback:

Mystique sat in her apartment, the life she now lived was decent. Working as an intern for the State department, of course all records of "Mystique" vanished and she was quite happy living normal. The time though was passing quite slow. She would wake up, head out in the crummy building passing the landlord who would yell at her constantly from the time she left and then when she would come in. At work, she had a corner office far from her boss's office. Nobody bothered her, they were mostly afraid of her.

She would sit at her desk typing reports and write out scripts for clients, sometime though it pissed her off. Looking out the window in California at other people who walked freely around. There were few mutants living out here, but she didn't mind being away from them. The less "anti mutant" protests.

She sat on her sofa the book "pride and prejudice" not really reading just skimming the pages. "Damn this life blows, if Magneto was here...he'd tell me to get working on the next pro mutant attack" she told herself. She flipped the lights off and walked into her small bedroom...slinging off her blazer and skirt, flopping down on her bed.

"You'd like to get back to that kind of work would you?" a deep voice spoke in the dark. She rose up quick and sharp, her fighting instincts kicking back in. "Easy there, i'm here to offer you a job..one more satisfying then this."

"WHO ARE YOU!"

"Names aren't necessary right now, but I'm a mutant, one of the few here in Ventura."

She sat back down brushing her dark hair out of her eyes, she stared at him,"What kind of job?" His dark smile only grew.


Mystique closed her eyes, the worse deal she ever made. The cost was very high, she stood walking to the window watching them, the supposed future for the world. "Don't make me laugh, they're just teenagers."

"We're more than that sugah." Rogue walked in looking rather distant at Mystique. "Why did ya come back east?"

Mystique turned on her, "Times are changing, the "cure" did work, but for some; like us, it was reversed." Rogue's mouth dropped in shock, fists clenched, never had there been a more worse time then now that she wanted to kill the blue woman before her.

"I 'ad a normal life for once! And some freak jus' decided to take tha' away from meh!"She screamed closing her eyes. Mystique nodded and sat back down.

"You have to learn to control these powers, Rogue if you don't, whats coming for everyone will use your powers."

"What are you? Its messengah? I'll believe ya' when hell freezes over!"Rogue stormed out into the hall, her entire body mad.

Mystique knew what was coming, nobody could stop the inevitable, this thing wanted to use Rogue's powers. She knew Rogue was the strongest one, most challenged. She walked out into the hall herself, maybe everyone needed to know what was happening, maybe they could prepare for the upcoming battle for survival.


flashback:

"What did you do to me!!"Mystique screamed in pain as the blue soaked through her skin..the mutation was back.

"I require infiltration of the X-men!"He slapped her face grabbing her by the arm dragging her toward the van. She felt helpless against him, she wanted to kill him for doing this, no part of this was anything she signed up for. She was bound and blindfolded.

There was a long drive ahead for them, she sat in the back of the van scared, there was no talking between them since they left.

"Why the X-men?"She asked quietly.

"They have the one I require to set free the abomination."He snapped.

She shifted uncomfortably,"Why not get anyone else to do this?"

"Sorry love, I don't work that way. You will do what I say or the little medicine I injected into you will rip your insides apart."

Days passed on the road, Mystique wasn't allowed to be unblindfolded and it seemed this man had every stop planned out, she could hear the men talking about her, laughing their asses off. Pathetic little wimps, she wanted nothing more then to stomp them and castrate them of their "jewels".

A couple more days passed and she could feel the vehicle stop completely. She wasn't allowed to take off the bounds nor the blindfold, still didn't know shit where she was. But she was led roughly by her hair, "Come on now bitch!"

"You better watch that tongue of yours!" She snapped on him, he only chuckled.


She didn't know how she killed that man, but when she looked back on it, he deserved to die. Her eyes filled with tears...she was happy being out there alone in California not having anyone to kill, never have been raped until now. He deserved to die along with many others and she only hoped everything he said would never happen.

She knocked quietly on the door, hoping they would listen to her now.

"Come in!" She heard a tired voice yell.

"Storm, I want to talk now."

TBC...