Disclaimer: None of this is mine, except the plot. This poem is Poe's The
Raven.
This entire chapter is set in Mystique's teenage years.
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The Raven: My Life
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The Raven
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if (her) soul in that would word (she) did outpour.
Nothing further then (she) uttered- not a feather then (she) fluttered-
Till I scarcely more then muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow (she) will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
-Edgar Allan Poe
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Lenore slept. She was unaware of everything in the world except for the vivid reoccurring dream she was in, and the pain that always came with it. In her dream, she relived the entire, 16 years of her young life. Scenes from her life flashed through her mind.
"I love you, Mommy!"
"Mommy's. . . Mommy's sick honey. . . "
". . . to mourn the passing of Annabelle Mystique Darkholme"
"I. . . I can't believe she's gone. . . My Anne. . . "
"Dearly beloved. . . we are gathered here today. . . "
"Joe, we'll git lotsa money if we take 'er in. . . Mah dead brother was well off. . . "
"Lenore, you gonna to be livin' wit us now. . . "
"Daddy sez you a charity case. . . Daddy sez no one wants yah 'cept fer us. . . "
"Dis is MY room an' dis is MY mommy!"
"You, girl, bring me 'nother beer"
"Ya don't gotta mommy! Yer mommy is DEAD!"
"Hi, I'm your neighbor. My name is Cindy, and we can be bestest friends."
"Honey, why don't you tell your mommy you need new shoes, ok?"
"Do ya WANT me to belt yah again?"
"Lenore, why don't you ever bring your lunch money?"
"The damn bastard who calls himself my father raped me Lenore, he RAPED me. "
"Look girl, we took ya in, we feed ya, yah should be grateful, not complain' 'bout needin' a jacket cuz you can't take the damn cold. . ."
"Lenore, Cindy committed suicide last night. . . "
"Lenore, I was wonderin' if yah wanna go to the prom with me. . . "
"I won't bite, Leenoore. . . "
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The worst part of her dreams is when she learns of Cindy's death. Every night, the sorrow of her death was made fresh, and the helplessness was renewed. The pain was strongest then. Lenore could take all the physical and emotional abuse. She could take the taunting; she was strong enough for that, but she couldn't forget that she hadn't been able to save Cindy.
Cindy and Lenore were "bestest" friends from the day they first met, when they were both five. Cindy had the friendliness and strength that Lenore admired, and Lenore had the loyalty that Cindy loved. They shared everything with each other, their pain, sorrows, and hardships. They were two broken souls, and when they were together, they made each other whole.
Cindy was the only reason that Lenore was still alive. She had tried more then once in her young life to end everything, but every time, Cindy would save her. The cruel irony was that when Cindy needed her, Lenore had been helpless. She died the way that Lenore wanted to die so many times. Lenore could not forgive herself, she should have known, she should have stopped her.
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Lenore sobbed in her dream, in her nightmare, unaware of the tears outside of her dream, that were running down her face into the soft grass underneath her body. This dream was the nightmare that she had every night, since that faithful day, eleven years ago, when her mother died. Everyday, a new event was added, some new and horrifying event. With this dream, the pain came too. The pain always came.
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The pain was usually the worst in her back. That was where her adopted 'father' would hit her with his belt when he was drunk. He was often drunk. Tonight, there was also a different pain, a throbbing in her head. It was so strong. She wished it would stop. Then she remembered. Charlie. She woke up screaming.
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Everything was dark, the silence unbroken save for the sobbing of a girl who was not yet a woman, but not quiet a child- a girl who had lost the innocent happiness of childhood long ago. When her tears were finally defeated by exhaustion, Lenore looked down at herself, afraid of what she would find. She was Lenore again.
She wondered if she had just been dreaming that she had turned into Charlie. She wondered if she had just dreamed that Charlie tried to rape her. She tried to convince herself it was, but she knew, deep down, that Charlie had tried to rape her, and she had become Charlie.
She was a mutant.
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Sorry it's short, but I promise the next one will be longer and better, but only if you review. Yeah, you. : D Thanks for reading!!
This entire chapter is set in Mystique's teenage years.
****
The Raven: My Life
****
The Raven
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if (her) soul in that would word (she) did outpour.
Nothing further then (she) uttered- not a feather then (she) fluttered-
Till I scarcely more then muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow (she) will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
-Edgar Allan Poe
****
Lenore slept. She was unaware of everything in the world except for the vivid reoccurring dream she was in, and the pain that always came with it. In her dream, she relived the entire, 16 years of her young life. Scenes from her life flashed through her mind.
"I love you, Mommy!"
"Mommy's. . . Mommy's sick honey. . . "
". . . to mourn the passing of Annabelle Mystique Darkholme"
"I. . . I can't believe she's gone. . . My Anne. . . "
"Dearly beloved. . . we are gathered here today. . . "
"Joe, we'll git lotsa money if we take 'er in. . . Mah dead brother was well off. . . "
"Lenore, you gonna to be livin' wit us now. . . "
"Daddy sez you a charity case. . . Daddy sez no one wants yah 'cept fer us. . . "
"Dis is MY room an' dis is MY mommy!"
"You, girl, bring me 'nother beer"
"Ya don't gotta mommy! Yer mommy is DEAD!"
"Hi, I'm your neighbor. My name is Cindy, and we can be bestest friends."
"Honey, why don't you tell your mommy you need new shoes, ok?"
"Do ya WANT me to belt yah again?"
"Lenore, why don't you ever bring your lunch money?"
"The damn bastard who calls himself my father raped me Lenore, he RAPED me. "
"Look girl, we took ya in, we feed ya, yah should be grateful, not complain' 'bout needin' a jacket cuz you can't take the damn cold. . ."
"Lenore, Cindy committed suicide last night. . . "
"Lenore, I was wonderin' if yah wanna go to the prom with me. . . "
"I won't bite, Leenoore. . . "
****
The worst part of her dreams is when she learns of Cindy's death. Every night, the sorrow of her death was made fresh, and the helplessness was renewed. The pain was strongest then. Lenore could take all the physical and emotional abuse. She could take the taunting; she was strong enough for that, but she couldn't forget that she hadn't been able to save Cindy.
Cindy and Lenore were "bestest" friends from the day they first met, when they were both five. Cindy had the friendliness and strength that Lenore admired, and Lenore had the loyalty that Cindy loved. They shared everything with each other, their pain, sorrows, and hardships. They were two broken souls, and when they were together, they made each other whole.
Cindy was the only reason that Lenore was still alive. She had tried more then once in her young life to end everything, but every time, Cindy would save her. The cruel irony was that when Cindy needed her, Lenore had been helpless. She died the way that Lenore wanted to die so many times. Lenore could not forgive herself, she should have known, she should have stopped her.
****
Lenore sobbed in her dream, in her nightmare, unaware of the tears outside of her dream, that were running down her face into the soft grass underneath her body. This dream was the nightmare that she had every night, since that faithful day, eleven years ago, when her mother died. Everyday, a new event was added, some new and horrifying event. With this dream, the pain came too. The pain always came.
****
The pain was usually the worst in her back. That was where her adopted 'father' would hit her with his belt when he was drunk. He was often drunk. Tonight, there was also a different pain, a throbbing in her head. It was so strong. She wished it would stop. Then she remembered. Charlie. She woke up screaming.
****
Everything was dark, the silence unbroken save for the sobbing of a girl who was not yet a woman, but not quiet a child- a girl who had lost the innocent happiness of childhood long ago. When her tears were finally defeated by exhaustion, Lenore looked down at herself, afraid of what she would find. She was Lenore again.
She wondered if she had just been dreaming that she had turned into Charlie. She wondered if she had just dreamed that Charlie tried to rape her. She tried to convince herself it was, but she knew, deep down, that Charlie had tried to rape her, and she had become Charlie.
She was a mutant.
****
Sorry it's short, but I promise the next one will be longer and better, but only if you review. Yeah, you. : D Thanks for reading!!