Ugh.I'm siiiiick.so what better time to work on my Fan fiction! This
chapter.I don't know about this chapter. Let's just see.
Disclaimer: "It's not a toy! It makes real cupcakes! With a 40 watt bulb! And there's icing packets! But the secret ingredient is Love! Damn it!"
She cowered away from them in the corner, whimpering. At least she wasn't crying anymore. Eric hated hearing her cry. He didn't want her to be scared of him. He was her grandfather, for gods sakes. But she refused to go near either of them. She just sat in the corner, not looking at either of them.
"Talia," Magneto tried.
She began to cry again at hearing her name. She had no idea where she was. And she didn't know who the blue lady and the man with the white hair were. But she knew that they were strangers, and she wasn't supposed to talk to strangers. Mommy and Daddy always told her that. She was so scared.
Mystique and Magneto were at a loss. They didn't know how to handle a crying child. Mystique tried to move closer to her, but she just cried louder. After a while she calmed down again. She looked at her captors with sad, watery eyes.
"I want my Mommy and Daddy," she told them.
They looked at each other. "Um, well, you'll see them, eventually," Mystique told her.
This obviously wasn't good enough. She began to cry a bit again, but not as hard as before. She was losing her energy. Mystique pulled Magneto aside.
"Whatever your master plan is, Eric, I don't think it's working." She looked at Talia. "And I don't think I can take much more of this crying," she said sadly. She didn't like putting this small child through such an awful ordeal.
"Don't worry, Raven. It will. We just have to give her time." He looked over at his granddaughter. He felt terrible as well. She was such a beautiful, perfect little child. "As upsetting as it is to see her like this, she is wasted with her parents. She is exactly what we need. When her powers manifest, they will be incredibly strong. And if she is raised correctly, she will prove an important ally."
Talia wasn't crying anymore. She knew it wouldn't help any. She just sat in the corner now, staring at the two adults as they talked to each other. She studied them. The lady had blue skin, just like her. She was very tall, and had really red hair. She was the one who had brought Talia here. And the man, well, the man kind of looked like her Uncle Pietro, but a lot older, and not as nice.
Magneto and Mystique had noticed the silence, and looked over at their little kidnapee. She was just looking at them. This was strange. At least she wasn't crying anymore.
"Talia?" Magneto tried again. "Um, are you feeling better now?"
She just looked at them.
"Did you hear me? Are you ok?" he tried again.
Again, she just stared.
Magneto looked at Mystique. "What's wrong with her? Does she have a problem with her hearing?"
"I'm not supposed to talk to you." T.J. sat there, with her arms crossed in front of her.
'What does that mean?' Mystique thought. She doesn't even know who they are, how would she know whether or not she was allowed to talk to them? "Who told you that?" she asked.
"My Mommy and Daddy," Talia told them. "You're strangers. And I'm not allowed to talk to strangers."
Magneto chuckled a bit at this. She was a smart little kid. He felt a type of grandfatherly pride. But he was smarter, and how tough would it be to outsmart a six year old?
"We're not strangers, Talia," he told her, bending down to eye level.
"Yes you are, I never seen you before."
"Well, yes, we've never seen each other, but that doesn't mean we're strangers." He reached out to brush his hand against her arm, but she backed herself further into the corner. "And you don't need to be frightened of us. We're not going to hurt you."
Talia thought about this for a while. She looked up at them again. Maybe they were right. She sighed. "I miss my Mommy and Daddy."
"We know you do, and you'll see them again. But you need to trust us, ok?" Magneto put his hand out again toward Talia. After a little while, she slowly reached her hand out to him.
Eric smiled. He picked her up into his arms and hugged her. He couldn't believe the news when Mystique had told him of their grandchild, but now, here he was holding her. She was so beautiful, and so small and innocent. He could barely remember the time when his own children were this age, but he was always in and out of their lives. And he had had his daughter admitted when she was only a few years older than Talia. A feeling of remorse came over him. Magneto barley ever regretted anything he did, but leaving Wanda behind at that institution was his only regret. He had lost his daughter through that, and never forgave himself for it. He missed her. As well as his son. But perhaps through Talia he could bring his children back to him. And bring the Brotherhood back as well.
OK, I was gonna write more in this chapter, but decided to stop here. I dunno about this chapter, I don't know if I'm happy with it. I may change it up or something..we'll just have to see. R&R please!!
Disclaimer: "It's not a toy! It makes real cupcakes! With a 40 watt bulb! And there's icing packets! But the secret ingredient is Love! Damn it!"
She cowered away from them in the corner, whimpering. At least she wasn't crying anymore. Eric hated hearing her cry. He didn't want her to be scared of him. He was her grandfather, for gods sakes. But she refused to go near either of them. She just sat in the corner, not looking at either of them.
"Talia," Magneto tried.
She began to cry again at hearing her name. She had no idea where she was. And she didn't know who the blue lady and the man with the white hair were. But she knew that they were strangers, and she wasn't supposed to talk to strangers. Mommy and Daddy always told her that. She was so scared.
Mystique and Magneto were at a loss. They didn't know how to handle a crying child. Mystique tried to move closer to her, but she just cried louder. After a while she calmed down again. She looked at her captors with sad, watery eyes.
"I want my Mommy and Daddy," she told them.
They looked at each other. "Um, well, you'll see them, eventually," Mystique told her.
This obviously wasn't good enough. She began to cry a bit again, but not as hard as before. She was losing her energy. Mystique pulled Magneto aside.
"Whatever your master plan is, Eric, I don't think it's working." She looked at Talia. "And I don't think I can take much more of this crying," she said sadly. She didn't like putting this small child through such an awful ordeal.
"Don't worry, Raven. It will. We just have to give her time." He looked over at his granddaughter. He felt terrible as well. She was such a beautiful, perfect little child. "As upsetting as it is to see her like this, she is wasted with her parents. She is exactly what we need. When her powers manifest, they will be incredibly strong. And if she is raised correctly, she will prove an important ally."
Talia wasn't crying anymore. She knew it wouldn't help any. She just sat in the corner now, staring at the two adults as they talked to each other. She studied them. The lady had blue skin, just like her. She was very tall, and had really red hair. She was the one who had brought Talia here. And the man, well, the man kind of looked like her Uncle Pietro, but a lot older, and not as nice.
Magneto and Mystique had noticed the silence, and looked over at their little kidnapee. She was just looking at them. This was strange. At least she wasn't crying anymore.
"Talia?" Magneto tried again. "Um, are you feeling better now?"
She just looked at them.
"Did you hear me? Are you ok?" he tried again.
Again, she just stared.
Magneto looked at Mystique. "What's wrong with her? Does she have a problem with her hearing?"
"I'm not supposed to talk to you." T.J. sat there, with her arms crossed in front of her.
'What does that mean?' Mystique thought. She doesn't even know who they are, how would she know whether or not she was allowed to talk to them? "Who told you that?" she asked.
"My Mommy and Daddy," Talia told them. "You're strangers. And I'm not allowed to talk to strangers."
Magneto chuckled a bit at this. She was a smart little kid. He felt a type of grandfatherly pride. But he was smarter, and how tough would it be to outsmart a six year old?
"We're not strangers, Talia," he told her, bending down to eye level.
"Yes you are, I never seen you before."
"Well, yes, we've never seen each other, but that doesn't mean we're strangers." He reached out to brush his hand against her arm, but she backed herself further into the corner. "And you don't need to be frightened of us. We're not going to hurt you."
Talia thought about this for a while. She looked up at them again. Maybe they were right. She sighed. "I miss my Mommy and Daddy."
"We know you do, and you'll see them again. But you need to trust us, ok?" Magneto put his hand out again toward Talia. After a little while, she slowly reached her hand out to him.
Eric smiled. He picked her up into his arms and hugged her. He couldn't believe the news when Mystique had told him of their grandchild, but now, here he was holding her. She was so beautiful, and so small and innocent. He could barely remember the time when his own children were this age, but he was always in and out of their lives. And he had had his daughter admitted when she was only a few years older than Talia. A feeling of remorse came over him. Magneto barley ever regretted anything he did, but leaving Wanda behind at that institution was his only regret. He had lost his daughter through that, and never forgave himself for it. He missed her. As well as his son. But perhaps through Talia he could bring his children back to him. And bring the Brotherhood back as well.
OK, I was gonna write more in this chapter, but decided to stop here. I dunno about this chapter, I don't know if I'm happy with it. I may change it up or something..we'll just have to see. R&R please!!
