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: When I Lost it All
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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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I have power. Real, raw power. I don't know how I didn't know about it before, because now I can feel it so strongly. It is in every fiber of my being, it pulses through my veins. Now that I am aware of it, I can feel the energy and strength that runs through my red, red blood. My power.
I don't know yet what I want to do with my newfound powers- no, I do know what I what, what I need. I need revenge.
My lust for revenge frightens me. It knows no boundaries. It has no beginnings, but I am hoping that my revenge on Charlie will provide an end. It is all I think about and it offers me no respite. I must have my revenge. It is eating me alive, my need for vengeance.
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"Hey Lenore. So how'd you like out date last night?"
Lenore stared at him in shock. He must have been too drunk to remember what he did, or tried to do. She pitied him. No, she was disgusted. He is pathetic.
"I liked it fine, Charlie."
She smiled, and forced out a laugh. If he didn't know, its better for Lenore, easier for her. Easier for revenge."
"So. . . I was wonderin' if ya were free on Friday."
"Yeah, I'm free. . . "
Lenore looked at him coyly from underneath her eyelashes; this always seemed to get them. She would have her revenge.
He gave her a disgustingly slick smile, and turned to go. Lenore quickly reached out and forced herself to touch his right shoulder, trying not to recoil at the touch.
"Wait. . . I'm free tonight. . . "
She left the rest of the sentence for him to finish. Lenore could not wait until Friday for her revenge.
He smiled his sickeningly smooth smile again, probably thinking that she was desperate to be near him.
" 'course Lenore, anything for you. . . "
Lenore wanted to smack him and ask if there was anyone stupid enough to believe his crap. Then she remembered she had believed him only yesterday. She hated herself.
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Lenore called Charlie on his cell phone; he was the first student to own one at their school. He bragged endlessly about it, but it would serve well for her purposes.
"Charlie, I am so sorry, but Imma be jest a little late for our date. . . I got held up at work. . . where are you right now?"
"Its aright Lenore, I'm in front of your house right now. . . how late are you going to be?"
"I'll be there in 'bout ten minutes Charlie, but I'll make it up to you. . . I promise. . ."
Lenore purred suggestively into the phone, with only the lust for revenge driving her. She knew exactly what she needed to do.
"I'll be waiting right here for you, Lenore. . ."
Lenore smiled, her eyes hard. That was just what she wanted.
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She approached the bank, making sure that the mask she had bought earlier was covering her face, or rather his face, well. She didn't want to make it too obvious. Lenore/Charlie strode powerfully into the bank, and took out her stepfather's gun. She grabbed a nearby woman, and held the gun to her head.
"This is a hold up, give me all your money"
Lenore shouted, in Charlie's deep, booming voice. Frightened glances and cries greeted her. The woman in her- Charlie's arms was cursing and struggling. Lenore pitied her, but her need for revenge was stronger then her compassion.
"Give me your money NOW"
Lenore/Charlie screamed, pressing the gun into the woman's temple. The woman stopped struggling, made still by her fear. A terrified bank teller scurried to get what Lenore/Charlie demanded. She was soon back with a bag filled with money. Lenore/Charlie grabbed the bag, while still holding the woman. She purposely loosened her gripe, giving the woman enough space to pull her arm free, and yank off Lenore/Charlie's mask. The woman took the chance, and jerked her mask off. Charlie's face was reveled to a bank filled with customers.
Lenore inwardly smiled a self-satisfied smile. Her plan was going better then she had ever imagined. As Charlie, she jerked the woman away, and slapped her hard enough to send her half way across the bank. Lenore hoped she wasn't dead. Lenore/Charlie threw a frightened, wide-eyed sweeping look across the bank, giving all the customers a good look at Charlie's face. She tucked the mask and moneybag underneath her arm, and ran out the door. The beginnings of her revenge lasted less then five minutes.
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Lenore/Charlie ran out into the darkening street, and covered the moneybag with her- Charlie's jacket. Waiting for her a few streets away was the cab she had called an hour earlier. It was right on time. She got in, and gave the cabdriver directions to a street nearby her house. They soon arrived, and she paid him with the stolen money. Lenore figured, the more witnesses, the better.
Lenore/Charlie got off of the cab, still holding the budging jacket. She watched the cab drive off, and when she was sure she wasn't being watched, she ducked behind a bush and became Lenore again.
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She walked to where Charlie was waiting, and got into the back seat, jamming the moneybag and mask under the seat in front of her.
"Hey baby. . . I be waitin' fer you. . . why don't ya come ta the front? Nexst ta me?"
Lenore knew his slurring he had started drinking early. She leaned forward, and whispered breathlessly into his ear,
"I know Charlie. . . Can you wait a little longer for me? I just wanna look good for you. . . "
He laughed drunkenly, and said
"Ya take as long as ya want Leenoore. . . Jest 'member ya gotta promise ta keep."
Lenore stepped gently out of the car, whispering in a soft, venomous voice, "Call me the Raven. . ."
The Raven, she wanted to be called, for Lenore's heart had become as black as the feathers of a sooty, ebony raven, darker than the blackest pitch. It was the day Lenore died, and the Raven was born.
Charlie was too drunk to notice the passing and the death of an innocent.
The Raven entered the house through the window, her what was once pure and white heart growing darker by each passing moment, and she waited, waited calmly for the police.
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I have my revenge. From what I heard, he's getting 25 to life. He deserves it. He deserves to die rotting in a cell, like an animal, with no one to mourn his passing. The woman he hit is in a coma. They don't believe she'll live.
I felt nothing when I heard of the woman's injury. No sorrow, no pain, nothing. I no longer believe that it was me that was there. It was not me that robbed that bank, it was him. He robbed the bank, he put that woman in a coma. Not me, him. Charlie.
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This has not satisfied my hunger for vengeance. It has only served to make it stronger. It has shown me how sweet revenge can be. Tonight, I did not dream. It is the first night in 11 years that I have not relive the full pain of my 16 years. Tomorrow, my revenge for Cindy's death will be put into action. Tomorrow, I will satisfy my hunger.
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Thanks for reading and reviewing!!
Should I put in an extra chapter on how Lenore got revenge for Cindy's death or just go on with the story? I had been planning on just going into another part of Lenore's life and simply allude to the revenge without telling what actually happens, but if you want me to, I have a revenge all planed out.
PLEASE review and tell me what YOU want!!!!
This entire chapter is set in Mystique's teenage years.
****
The Raven: When I Lost it All
****
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
****
I have power. Real, raw power. I don't know how I didn't know about it before, because now I can feel it so strongly. It is in every fiber of my being, it pulses through my veins. Now that I am aware of it, I can feel the energy and strength that runs through my red, red blood. My power.
I don't know yet what I want to do with my newfound powers- no, I do know what I what, what I need. I need revenge.
My lust for revenge frightens me. It knows no boundaries. It has no beginnings, but I am hoping that my revenge on Charlie will provide an end. It is all I think about and it offers me no respite. I must have my revenge. It is eating me alive, my need for vengeance.
****
"Hey Lenore. So how'd you like out date last night?"
Lenore stared at him in shock. He must have been too drunk to remember what he did, or tried to do. She pitied him. No, she was disgusted. He is pathetic.
"I liked it fine, Charlie."
She smiled, and forced out a laugh. If he didn't know, its better for Lenore, easier for her. Easier for revenge."
"So. . . I was wonderin' if ya were free on Friday."
"Yeah, I'm free. . . "
Lenore looked at him coyly from underneath her eyelashes; this always seemed to get them. She would have her revenge.
He gave her a disgustingly slick smile, and turned to go. Lenore quickly reached out and forced herself to touch his right shoulder, trying not to recoil at the touch.
"Wait. . . I'm free tonight. . . "
She left the rest of the sentence for him to finish. Lenore could not wait until Friday for her revenge.
He smiled his sickeningly smooth smile again, probably thinking that she was desperate to be near him.
" 'course Lenore, anything for you. . . "
Lenore wanted to smack him and ask if there was anyone stupid enough to believe his crap. Then she remembered she had believed him only yesterday. She hated herself.
****
Lenore called Charlie on his cell phone; he was the first student to own one at their school. He bragged endlessly about it, but it would serve well for her purposes.
"Charlie, I am so sorry, but Imma be jest a little late for our date. . . I got held up at work. . . where are you right now?"
"Its aright Lenore, I'm in front of your house right now. . . how late are you going to be?"
"I'll be there in 'bout ten minutes Charlie, but I'll make it up to you. . . I promise. . ."
Lenore purred suggestively into the phone, with only the lust for revenge driving her. She knew exactly what she needed to do.
"I'll be waiting right here for you, Lenore. . ."
Lenore smiled, her eyes hard. That was just what she wanted.
****
She approached the bank, making sure that the mask she had bought earlier was covering her face, or rather his face, well. She didn't want to make it too obvious. Lenore/Charlie strode powerfully into the bank, and took out her stepfather's gun. She grabbed a nearby woman, and held the gun to her head.
"This is a hold up, give me all your money"
Lenore shouted, in Charlie's deep, booming voice. Frightened glances and cries greeted her. The woman in her- Charlie's arms was cursing and struggling. Lenore pitied her, but her need for revenge was stronger then her compassion.
"Give me your money NOW"
Lenore/Charlie screamed, pressing the gun into the woman's temple. The woman stopped struggling, made still by her fear. A terrified bank teller scurried to get what Lenore/Charlie demanded. She was soon back with a bag filled with money. Lenore/Charlie grabbed the bag, while still holding the woman. She purposely loosened her gripe, giving the woman enough space to pull her arm free, and yank off Lenore/Charlie's mask. The woman took the chance, and jerked her mask off. Charlie's face was reveled to a bank filled with customers.
Lenore inwardly smiled a self-satisfied smile. Her plan was going better then she had ever imagined. As Charlie, she jerked the woman away, and slapped her hard enough to send her half way across the bank. Lenore hoped she wasn't dead. Lenore/Charlie threw a frightened, wide-eyed sweeping look across the bank, giving all the customers a good look at Charlie's face. She tucked the mask and moneybag underneath her arm, and ran out the door. The beginnings of her revenge lasted less then five minutes.
****
Lenore/Charlie ran out into the darkening street, and covered the moneybag with her- Charlie's jacket. Waiting for her a few streets away was the cab she had called an hour earlier. It was right on time. She got in, and gave the cabdriver directions to a street nearby her house. They soon arrived, and she paid him with the stolen money. Lenore figured, the more witnesses, the better.
Lenore/Charlie got off of the cab, still holding the budging jacket. She watched the cab drive off, and when she was sure she wasn't being watched, she ducked behind a bush and became Lenore again.
****
She walked to where Charlie was waiting, and got into the back seat, jamming the moneybag and mask under the seat in front of her.
"Hey baby. . . I be waitin' fer you. . . why don't ya come ta the front? Nexst ta me?"
Lenore knew his slurring he had started drinking early. She leaned forward, and whispered breathlessly into his ear,
"I know Charlie. . . Can you wait a little longer for me? I just wanna look good for you. . . "
He laughed drunkenly, and said
"Ya take as long as ya want Leenoore. . . Jest 'member ya gotta promise ta keep."
Lenore stepped gently out of the car, whispering in a soft, venomous voice, "Call me the Raven. . ."
The Raven, she wanted to be called, for Lenore's heart had become as black as the feathers of a sooty, ebony raven, darker than the blackest pitch. It was the day Lenore died, and the Raven was born.
Charlie was too drunk to notice the passing and the death of an innocent.
The Raven entered the house through the window, her what was once pure and white heart growing darker by each passing moment, and she waited, waited calmly for the police.
****
I have my revenge. From what I heard, he's getting 25 to life. He deserves it. He deserves to die rotting in a cell, like an animal, with no one to mourn his passing. The woman he hit is in a coma. They don't believe she'll live.
I felt nothing when I heard of the woman's injury. No sorrow, no pain, nothing. I no longer believe that it was me that was there. It was not me that robbed that bank, it was him. He robbed the bank, he put that woman in a coma. Not me, him. Charlie.
****
This has not satisfied my hunger for vengeance. It has only served to make it stronger. It has shown me how sweet revenge can be. Tonight, I did not dream. It is the first night in 11 years that I have not relive the full pain of my 16 years. Tomorrow, my revenge for Cindy's death will be put into action. Tomorrow, I will satisfy my hunger.
****
Thanks for reading and reviewing!!
Should I put in an extra chapter on how Lenore got revenge for Cindy's death or just go on with the story? I had been planning on just going into another part of Lenore's life and simply allude to the revenge without telling what actually happens, but if you want me to, I have a revenge all planed out.
PLEASE review and tell me what YOU want!!!!