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Never felt so low (a closer look on Chamber)
Chapter sixteen-Brink of disgust
By The Opal Jade
Yeah…she went there. The stupid little girl. And I m stuck here outside with Rahne, just patroling and being here just in the case that they need the backup. Stupid.
As if we could come to them in time not to find them dead.
I think that Craft should pack up and go. Not to take anything here personaly. Just go. Not to take the dangers. There are people, mutants to do that.
Mutants like me who are too mutilated by their freakish appearance that it doesn t bother them to lose their lives.
There are people like me who should die and stop standing around and searching for equal rights or I don t know what.
And there are people like the profesor, Jean, Emma, Psylock and Craft. They are here to make a revolution. The rest of us….we re here just to do the dirty work. It s not the other way around. But I think that she s starting to believe so.
I have to stop it. She might lose her life if I don t.
I would be a liar if I wouldn t say, admit it to myself that I loved her more than myself from the moment I laid eyes on her, from the very moment that she kicked Bobby s cocky ass and almost cut Remy s head off.
She wasn t taking bull. From no one.
I would lie if I wouldn t admit that I wanted her to be with me and stay forever somwhere far, far away.
But that could never be.
Even the bare thought of it…..it takes me to the brink of disgust.
Me…looking the way that I look with her. That marvelous raven-haired beauty. With the X on her shoulder. She choose to put the sighn on before the society does.
Doesn t that say something about her?
And I would die if I could have normal lips. Just for that, I would give my life. So that I could kiss that tender flesh on her.
But no….!
It could never be.
The thought of it just makes me sick, more sicker than this.
The thought of me touching her, like when she came into my room and practicly offered herself on a silver plate for me to have.
No.
I can t have that.
She deserves someone better, stronger. Not me. That is not me.
And the thought of the fact that she is so blinded by something right now just makes me wanna die.
The thought of that time before she went away to the FOH, the thought that she almost screamed from the touch of my hands and from the sensation of my face on her beautiful long neck…….
I have the bite marks to prove it. I hope they never heal. That way I ll have something hers, something real.
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But in the end it will make me go crazy and lead me away onto the brink of disgust.
As always…..it does.