Here's a short little fic I got the idea for while driving home from work.
Enjoy, and review!! (I updated this a bit..I changed it just slightly at
the end, so I could write the next chapter..enjoy!)
Disclaimer: I own everything...except everything.
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She was a terrorist. One of the most wanted people in the United States. It didn't help that she was a mutant, an obvious one at that. She had committed many crimes against humanity, and was being hunted. That is why she left. Escaped the U.S., to go into hiding.
She traveled to Europe, taking many guises along the way. This is where her mutation helped her, she was a shape shifter. She could change her outer appearance. While traveling through Europe, she acted as many different people. She played wandering gypsy through Italy, a young college student through England. She had her hardest time traveling through Russia, as they were in the midst of their cold war with the United States, and she had a hard time sometimes hiding her accent. But she had the most fun on her trip through Germany. She had decided to take on the guise of a rich American socialite.
On most of her trips, she was able to make her way around without being noticed. But in Germany, she wasn't as lucky. Someone had noticed her, someone of importance. Raven could remember it as if it was yesterday. He had approached her where she stood outside, taking her hand in his, and bringing it to his lips. He introduced himself as the Count Johann Bellwiegg. He continued to compliment her on her beauty, and Raven was taken aback a bit. She truly appreciated the compliments, but she wasn't so easily romanced. It was obvious that the Count was smitten with her, and she planned to use this to her advantage.
So she began to date the Count, and it became the biggest news in this backwater area of Germany. Their Count was seeing an American? How bizarre! Raven had intended to keep the upper hand in this relationship. She had planned to take the Count for all he was worth, to use him, then leave him, preferably in a ditch. She had never planned to fall in love. But she did. The Count was a romancer, and a genuinely wonderful human being. Raven had to admire this about him, and that admiration turned to love. She had decided then, that she would put an end to her troublesome ways. She would put behind her, her alias "Mystique", and she would put behind her the real her. The her which had blue skin and bright red hair. She would now embrace the new Raven, the Raven with fair skin and dark hair, the Raven who wasn't running from any government. The Raven who would soon become a Countess.
Their wedding was a lavish one. One that Raven knew she had dreamed of, in more innocent times in her life. She was happy, so much happier than she had ever been before. She was living the life that she felt she was entitled to. This was what was meant to be. She had nearly forgotten everything before she had met her beloved husband. But fate had a strange way of reminding her.
Life was more than perfect for the noble couple. They were well loved by all their people. Raven's husband was considered a visionary, and was obviously the most popular leader these people had ever had. He listened to his people, and worked for them, unlike others like himself. Raven was proud to be associated with him.
The couple had been married a few years, now. Their people were getting restless, wanting to see an heir born. Raven truthfully did not care to become a mother. But she didn't have that choice to make. She found herself pregnant. Her husband was beyond thrilled. The pregnancy was very tough on her, and it made it more difficult to hold her guise. Things got worse as it came closer to the due date. By this time, she was completely confined to her bed. Johann took care of her every need, and barely even left her side. Finally, the day came. The day that her world ended. The day everything she had come to love and enjoy was taken from her. The day that her son was born.
It had started as any other day. The excitement began with her first contractions. The labor lasted hours, the Count beside her the whole time, consoling her and declaring his love for her. Finally, it was one last push. And there was heard a cry. Then a gasp, then a scream. Someone had fainted. Raven didn't know what was happening, but she worried for the safety of her newborn. Her husband thought the same, and then he walked to see his heir. He stared down at it, disbelief etched on his face. Raven could hear the baby crying, and watched as her husband look back and forth, from herself to the newborn. He began to cry. He was such a strong man, Raven had never seen him cry before. "What is it?" she asked him. "What's wrong?"
He didn't answer. He just sobbed. Finally, he left the room. Raven could still hear her baby crying from where he lay on the floor. She pulled her feet from the stirrups and winced in pain as she adjusted herself. She peeked over the edge of the bed and gasped at what she saw. Oh, what a cruel twist of fate. There, lying in the guise of her son, was the reminder of everything she had tried so hard to forget. His fur was the exact color of her own mutant skin. It was all over, she knew. Her roués was over. She bent down to pick up this burden. The one who now cost her everything she held dear. He cooed in her arms, and stared up at her with his golden eyes.
Her beloved husband never returned to her side. She knew that it would only be minutes before she was greeted by the guards. She shifted to her actual shape and managed to escape with the child. The only heir. Now she sat in an alleyway, examining her son. She had lost it all, because of this. No more parties, no more servants, but more importantly, no more Johann. Because of THIS! She watched the sleeping baby, anger and hate filling her eyes. The child sneezed, and then readjusted himself slightly in his sleep. Raven smirked. The loathing she felt suddenly washed away. It was true, no matter how much she hated this child, she couldn't help but love him. He was, after all, her only son. Her only child. She collected him back into her arms, and held him tightly to her. He stirred, and began to whimper. "Shh," she said in a comforting voice. "Shh, my baby. Don't cry. I'm here." And she rocked him to sleep.
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Ok, had to get that out....of course, we all know what happens next, Mystique ain't the best Mommy....R&R!
Disclaimer: I own everything...except everything.
~&~
She was a terrorist. One of the most wanted people in the United States. It didn't help that she was a mutant, an obvious one at that. She had committed many crimes against humanity, and was being hunted. That is why she left. Escaped the U.S., to go into hiding.
She traveled to Europe, taking many guises along the way. This is where her mutation helped her, she was a shape shifter. She could change her outer appearance. While traveling through Europe, she acted as many different people. She played wandering gypsy through Italy, a young college student through England. She had her hardest time traveling through Russia, as they were in the midst of their cold war with the United States, and she had a hard time sometimes hiding her accent. But she had the most fun on her trip through Germany. She had decided to take on the guise of a rich American socialite.
On most of her trips, she was able to make her way around without being noticed. But in Germany, she wasn't as lucky. Someone had noticed her, someone of importance. Raven could remember it as if it was yesterday. He had approached her where she stood outside, taking her hand in his, and bringing it to his lips. He introduced himself as the Count Johann Bellwiegg. He continued to compliment her on her beauty, and Raven was taken aback a bit. She truly appreciated the compliments, but she wasn't so easily romanced. It was obvious that the Count was smitten with her, and she planned to use this to her advantage.
So she began to date the Count, and it became the biggest news in this backwater area of Germany. Their Count was seeing an American? How bizarre! Raven had intended to keep the upper hand in this relationship. She had planned to take the Count for all he was worth, to use him, then leave him, preferably in a ditch. She had never planned to fall in love. But she did. The Count was a romancer, and a genuinely wonderful human being. Raven had to admire this about him, and that admiration turned to love. She had decided then, that she would put an end to her troublesome ways. She would put behind her, her alias "Mystique", and she would put behind her the real her. The her which had blue skin and bright red hair. She would now embrace the new Raven, the Raven with fair skin and dark hair, the Raven who wasn't running from any government. The Raven who would soon become a Countess.
Their wedding was a lavish one. One that Raven knew she had dreamed of, in more innocent times in her life. She was happy, so much happier than she had ever been before. She was living the life that she felt she was entitled to. This was what was meant to be. She had nearly forgotten everything before she had met her beloved husband. But fate had a strange way of reminding her.
Life was more than perfect for the noble couple. They were well loved by all their people. Raven's husband was considered a visionary, and was obviously the most popular leader these people had ever had. He listened to his people, and worked for them, unlike others like himself. Raven was proud to be associated with him.
The couple had been married a few years, now. Their people were getting restless, wanting to see an heir born. Raven truthfully did not care to become a mother. But she didn't have that choice to make. She found herself pregnant. Her husband was beyond thrilled. The pregnancy was very tough on her, and it made it more difficult to hold her guise. Things got worse as it came closer to the due date. By this time, she was completely confined to her bed. Johann took care of her every need, and barely even left her side. Finally, the day came. The day that her world ended. The day everything she had come to love and enjoy was taken from her. The day that her son was born.
It had started as any other day. The excitement began with her first contractions. The labor lasted hours, the Count beside her the whole time, consoling her and declaring his love for her. Finally, it was one last push. And there was heard a cry. Then a gasp, then a scream. Someone had fainted. Raven didn't know what was happening, but she worried for the safety of her newborn. Her husband thought the same, and then he walked to see his heir. He stared down at it, disbelief etched on his face. Raven could hear the baby crying, and watched as her husband look back and forth, from herself to the newborn. He began to cry. He was such a strong man, Raven had never seen him cry before. "What is it?" she asked him. "What's wrong?"
He didn't answer. He just sobbed. Finally, he left the room. Raven could still hear her baby crying from where he lay on the floor. She pulled her feet from the stirrups and winced in pain as she adjusted herself. She peeked over the edge of the bed and gasped at what she saw. Oh, what a cruel twist of fate. There, lying in the guise of her son, was the reminder of everything she had tried so hard to forget. His fur was the exact color of her own mutant skin. It was all over, she knew. Her roués was over. She bent down to pick up this burden. The one who now cost her everything she held dear. He cooed in her arms, and stared up at her with his golden eyes.
Her beloved husband never returned to her side. She knew that it would only be minutes before she was greeted by the guards. She shifted to her actual shape and managed to escape with the child. The only heir. Now she sat in an alleyway, examining her son. She had lost it all, because of this. No more parties, no more servants, but more importantly, no more Johann. Because of THIS! She watched the sleeping baby, anger and hate filling her eyes. The child sneezed, and then readjusted himself slightly in his sleep. Raven smirked. The loathing she felt suddenly washed away. It was true, no matter how much she hated this child, she couldn't help but love him. He was, after all, her only son. Her only child. She collected him back into her arms, and held him tightly to her. He stirred, and began to whimper. "Shh," she said in a comforting voice. "Shh, my baby. Don't cry. I'm here." And she rocked him to sleep.
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Ok, had to get that out....of course, we all know what happens next, Mystique ain't the best Mommy....R&R!
