Alrighty, here is Chapter 9 in the 'A Soul Reborn' story. I think there will be about fifteen chapters in this story, and if you want... a sequel. But we will talk about that when this one is over, lol. SO, here is where the plot is introduced. This is where Magneto is contemplating on his next plan of action, so it is purely him thinking and talking to Pietro. Enjoy!!
DISCLAIMER: Fairenth Croix is mine. Magneto is not. Pietro is not. Most of them.... ARE NOT. Lol, okie dokie?
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
PERDITION RIVER
"...and I found her blood over there at the side of the river. And wait till you see this"
Pietro's expeditious voice rang out as he held out a torn article of Fairenth's old dress. It was smudged with red blood, but something was bizarre about it. Of course it was crimson, but amongst the red...was golden stripes. Lightly sprinkled golden strips amongst the redness of the blood, and it made Magneto meddlesome above belief. He predetermined it lightly, and then turned his gray eyes back to Pietro. He was gleaming like a fool.
"Where did you find this?" he asked his eyes narrowed with skepticism. Pietro raised an eyebrow briskly.
"Uh... at the side of the river? Over there?" he bantered, and Magneto snorted at the boy's folly. He narrowed his eyes and took a step somewhat torwards him.
"Where exactly?!" he trumpeted, and Pietro backed up some with his hands in the air.
"Hey hey, calm down big man. It was left on one of the sharper rocks. She must have cut herself on it or something. Want me to take ya there?" Magneto carefully thought about it, and then breathed in the scent of the cloth to make sure it was authentic blood. It was. The torpid odor of it gave way thoroughly. But did it taste like blood? He caught whiff of it again, and then... brushed his tongue over it. Peitro's face distorted infrequently, and he drew back.
"Ew man" he said, and watched as Magneto unexpectedly put a hand to his head and then abandoned the torn cloth. Pietro didn't know what to do as he watched Magneto draw back, and shake his head buoyantly, lamenting. He stood back and oscillated on his heels, pondering on just running from the predicament.
"Hey uh, you all right?" he inquired, his voice faster than customary. Magneto suddenly straightened, and Pietro raised a overwhelmed eyebrow. Magneto's eyes weren't all gray... but hazy, a gray with white. They seemed to be phosphorescent too. Magneto laughed without warning, and picked up the cloth he had been gripping. He calculated it for a moment, and looked at Pietro. His face was full of veneration.
"Such power..." Magneto mumbled, and placed the cloth in his other hand. He snapped up and talked to Pietro.
"Are you SURE this is her blood?" he asked feverously. Pietro nodded abruptly.
"Yeah, that's a piece of the dress she was wearing that night. It's got to be" Magneto stared at the boy, and could fell pure power rising in his veins. The blood... the vital fluid of Fairenth Croix had made him Herculean. Stronger than he could percieve, powerful than he could ever dream. Sure, he was dizzier than he had wanted to be, but the vigor that flowed through his veins was horrifying but all at the same time... addicting. He took a deep breath, and a delineate started to hatch in his mind. If this truly was Fairenth's blood, and it made him feel like this...then...
What would happen to him if he got more?
"Pietro, I need you to find out if this is genuinely Fairenth's blood" he said, his eyes still fixated on the cloth. Pietro's eyes broadened, and he looked around the balmy area of the river. Things were still that night, and they had come with the soulful purpose of finding a way to bring down the new powerhouse that the X-Men had rendered in. If Magneto wanted him to find out if this was Fairenth's blood then he would have to...
"I can't Magneto, that's-" he stopped laconic when Magneto's livid eyes turned to his.
"You'll find a way" he gnarled, and turned, leaving Pietro to try to detect a way to find out if Fairenth did have the striped blood of the cloth.
-TWO DAYS LATER-
Fairenth walked down the straight with Kurt at her side. He stood rather speechlessly as she walked, and she felt sort of blameworthy about the other day. He had been so open to her up until then, and now, as they passed the relentless snow on the trees, and felt the foriegn wind pass their faces, he kept his mouth tightly shut. She ultimately sighed, and spoke up. One of the more scarce things for Farah to do.
"You are who you are Kurt, you can't just go and alter that" she said with expressive words, and his false brown eyes snapped to her. She perceived as he considered her for a moment, and then sighed, letting his eyes go back to watching out for cars on his side. He looked downwards slowely.
"Ja. I know" he said just above a susurration, and she halted short. She extended out and took his arm so he would stop too. He turned to her with disconcerted eyes, and saw her affected face. Her eyes were still radiant white, and she restricted on wearing the contacts that the Professor wanted her to sport. Her cheeks were an infatuated pink, and her lips were swelled slightly due to the cold. Farah's hair rounded her as the wind gusted, and little vines of it stuck to her face. He had never seen someone so attractive.
"No, you truthfully don't" she said, her accent vaporous in her concern. She shook her head effortlessly, and let her arm drop the embrace she had on his. Her eyes never left Kurt's seemingly anguished ones.
"Kurt, you are not what you look like....you think that, don't you? That's what's tormenting you, isn't it?" she asked, and he turned down his head more. Her eyes took on a dimmer hue, and she looked away too. Her voice pared a notch when she sighed.
"What you are on the exterior doesn't account for what you are on the interior. I know I haven't been here for that long, and I know my mind isn't as enduring as I'd like to think. Kurt, I don't even know if I give credence to that phrase I just made" she said with incredulity, and his eyes concentrated on her and only her, not bothering to catch the shadow that moved in the woods beside Fairenth. She closed her eyes lightly.
"But with you... you seem to give that statement a whole new significance. It's just... your eyes..." she looked for designation, her eyes drifting open and meeting his. She observed as he got a bit closer, and for once... she wasn't alarmed. She whispered her words slowely and drawn out as he got closer....
"your eyes...reflect....my own..." Her lips fluttered over his with words and slight craving, and he continuely sloped forward, her head biased to the side to come by him....
She took a sharp breathe and pulled back when she felt inert metal melt into her side.
"Farah?" Kurt's iced german voice elevated the noiseless snowy day.
Her hand instantaniously went to her side, and came away with her blood. She stared at it for a brief moment, her breathing flucuating. She started to fall regressivly backwards, and Kurt went to snare her, but his eyes were greedily hunting for the man who impaired her. His eyes fell on Pietro, unmoving in front of her, signaling to a blood covered kitchen knife. His eyes lingered furiously on Pietro for the moment, till he heard Farah moan lightly on the ground. He hestitated, and nearly growled when Pietro actually smiled and spoke.
"Better tend to your girlfriend. She doesn't look all that well" he said, and was off before anything could be done. Kurt watched where he had excaped with vengence, but was broken by it when he heard Fairenth sputter and gasp readily. Kurt rotated to her, and stooped beside her slowly. He groped around her shirt facilely, and discovered a stab laceration to her side. He looked to her, and he saw tears forming in her depressingly peering eyes. Her breath was jagged, and she looked like she was going to break down if it weren't for the discomfort.
"K-Kurt..."
"Shhh....All right....OK....it's gonna be okay....hold on....oh god....uh...." He said, floundered over his words as he palpated her sides and then teleported her to the Institute.
AN HOUR LATER
The Professor sat over the young girls bed, once again. Her face was colorless, and they had to suture up her side. But something had caught his concentration when they had to check if she had lacerated her lungs or anything- her blood. It was... seemingly altered. He sighed as his eyes wander to her face again. A slight smile was at her lips as she slept, and he pondered...was it Kurt? The two of them seemed intimate lately, and Farah was opening up to be an extraordinary girl to be around. Kurt had told him, ambiguously, that the two of them were walking and out of nowhere Pietro came out with a knife, and thrusted it at her side. The Professor smiled when he recalled that Kurt had been all abashed about the details when he told her that he was 'walking' with her. He sighed and ran a hand through Fairenth's hair before castering out slowly to investigate Farah's blood sample. Kurt advanced him immediatly as he came out.
"Is she all right?" he asked appetent, and The Professor smiled feebly at him. He truly cared for the girl, he could feel the devotion shimmering out of him.
"She'll be all right. Farah needs to rest, so go and get some sleep for yourself Kurt. You look as if you need it" he completed resolutely, and watched as Kurt slouched with defeat of not seeing her tonight, and walked down the hall muttering little things to himself.
MEANWHILE AT PERDITION RIVER
Pietro walked out into the clearing, near where Magneto was standing at a leisurely pace. He walked over to the lofty figure, and Magneto spoke.
"Is it her's?" he asked self-possessed, not letting his eyes leave the tranquil river. He could feel every fiber of the river, every current flowing through, and it was all due to Fairenth's blood. Pietro nodded slightly, and replied.
"Ugh, yeah. Here" he transfered the knife over. Magneto looked at it, and the turned his eyes frenetic to Pietro.
"You didn't murder her, did you?!" he asked, and Pietro stood back a few steps, quickly shaking his head.
"No, no no not at all" he said, and then wondered if maybe he had harmed her more than he meant to. Fear crept up in his throat, and he watched Magneto with slightly wide eyes. He determined on not saying anything when he saw Magneto smile, and watch the blood on the knife glimmer with gold as he bent it to the moonlight.
"Good. We're going to need Fairenth soon....we can't afford to lose her" he said, and then turned to the boy to illustrate the plan, since he was needed. Pietro was belittled by the time he was done, totally horrified at the plan that had molded in his fathers mind. He stared back at the man's shimmering eyes, and wondered if he had gone mad. He vacantly stared back.
"But h-how are we going to get her to come?" he stuttered, and Magneto smiled and scanned the woods with evil eyes as he fingered the bloody knife gingerly. His eyes fell on two fawn eyes staring back at him speechlessly, before they rotated and ran as a group. He kept them on the departing figures.
"We'll allure her in"
AHA. So there is the plot. Weird huh? So let me explain, if it's not clear by now. Fairenth's blood is laced with gold, for reasons which will be explained later, lol. But anyway, when Magneto went to taste it to make sure Pietro wasn't pulling the wool over his eyes, he realized that her blood was potent enough to make HIM stronger. So now, he's got a plan (which in specifics, we don't know what it is) to get her blood. See? Lmao, I know. This plot sounds like something out of a Wes Craven movie, but I was watching 'Halloween' this weekend, and it got me in the mood. It won't turn out to be gory, I promise!! :) Chapter 10 is next, which will be about how Kurt is still in that down hearted mood, and Fairenth is trying to heal him the only way she knows how (NO, not that way. lmao) Read on!!
DISCLAIMER: Fairenth Croix is mine. Magneto is not. Pietro is not. Most of them.... ARE NOT. Lol, okie dokie?
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
PERDITION RIVER
"...and I found her blood over there at the side of the river. And wait till you see this"
Pietro's expeditious voice rang out as he held out a torn article of Fairenth's old dress. It was smudged with red blood, but something was bizarre about it. Of course it was crimson, but amongst the red...was golden stripes. Lightly sprinkled golden strips amongst the redness of the blood, and it made Magneto meddlesome above belief. He predetermined it lightly, and then turned his gray eyes back to Pietro. He was gleaming like a fool.
"Where did you find this?" he asked his eyes narrowed with skepticism. Pietro raised an eyebrow briskly.
"Uh... at the side of the river? Over there?" he bantered, and Magneto snorted at the boy's folly. He narrowed his eyes and took a step somewhat torwards him.
"Where exactly?!" he trumpeted, and Pietro backed up some with his hands in the air.
"Hey hey, calm down big man. It was left on one of the sharper rocks. She must have cut herself on it or something. Want me to take ya there?" Magneto carefully thought about it, and then breathed in the scent of the cloth to make sure it was authentic blood. It was. The torpid odor of it gave way thoroughly. But did it taste like blood? He caught whiff of it again, and then... brushed his tongue over it. Peitro's face distorted infrequently, and he drew back.
"Ew man" he said, and watched as Magneto unexpectedly put a hand to his head and then abandoned the torn cloth. Pietro didn't know what to do as he watched Magneto draw back, and shake his head buoyantly, lamenting. He stood back and oscillated on his heels, pondering on just running from the predicament.
"Hey uh, you all right?" he inquired, his voice faster than customary. Magneto suddenly straightened, and Pietro raised a overwhelmed eyebrow. Magneto's eyes weren't all gray... but hazy, a gray with white. They seemed to be phosphorescent too. Magneto laughed without warning, and picked up the cloth he had been gripping. He calculated it for a moment, and looked at Pietro. His face was full of veneration.
"Such power..." Magneto mumbled, and placed the cloth in his other hand. He snapped up and talked to Pietro.
"Are you SURE this is her blood?" he asked feverously. Pietro nodded abruptly.
"Yeah, that's a piece of the dress she was wearing that night. It's got to be" Magneto stared at the boy, and could fell pure power rising in his veins. The blood... the vital fluid of Fairenth Croix had made him Herculean. Stronger than he could percieve, powerful than he could ever dream. Sure, he was dizzier than he had wanted to be, but the vigor that flowed through his veins was horrifying but all at the same time... addicting. He took a deep breath, and a delineate started to hatch in his mind. If this truly was Fairenth's blood, and it made him feel like this...then...
What would happen to him if he got more?
"Pietro, I need you to find out if this is genuinely Fairenth's blood" he said, his eyes still fixated on the cloth. Pietro's eyes broadened, and he looked around the balmy area of the river. Things were still that night, and they had come with the soulful purpose of finding a way to bring down the new powerhouse that the X-Men had rendered in. If Magneto wanted him to find out if this was Fairenth's blood then he would have to...
"I can't Magneto, that's-" he stopped laconic when Magneto's livid eyes turned to his.
"You'll find a way" he gnarled, and turned, leaving Pietro to try to detect a way to find out if Fairenth did have the striped blood of the cloth.
-TWO DAYS LATER-
Fairenth walked down the straight with Kurt at her side. He stood rather speechlessly as she walked, and she felt sort of blameworthy about the other day. He had been so open to her up until then, and now, as they passed the relentless snow on the trees, and felt the foriegn wind pass their faces, he kept his mouth tightly shut. She ultimately sighed, and spoke up. One of the more scarce things for Farah to do.
"You are who you are Kurt, you can't just go and alter that" she said with expressive words, and his false brown eyes snapped to her. She perceived as he considered her for a moment, and then sighed, letting his eyes go back to watching out for cars on his side. He looked downwards slowely.
"Ja. I know" he said just above a susurration, and she halted short. She extended out and took his arm so he would stop too. He turned to her with disconcerted eyes, and saw her affected face. Her eyes were still radiant white, and she restricted on wearing the contacts that the Professor wanted her to sport. Her cheeks were an infatuated pink, and her lips were swelled slightly due to the cold. Farah's hair rounded her as the wind gusted, and little vines of it stuck to her face. He had never seen someone so attractive.
"No, you truthfully don't" she said, her accent vaporous in her concern. She shook her head effortlessly, and let her arm drop the embrace she had on his. Her eyes never left Kurt's seemingly anguished ones.
"Kurt, you are not what you look like....you think that, don't you? That's what's tormenting you, isn't it?" she asked, and he turned down his head more. Her eyes took on a dimmer hue, and she looked away too. Her voice pared a notch when she sighed.
"What you are on the exterior doesn't account for what you are on the interior. I know I haven't been here for that long, and I know my mind isn't as enduring as I'd like to think. Kurt, I don't even know if I give credence to that phrase I just made" she said with incredulity, and his eyes concentrated on her and only her, not bothering to catch the shadow that moved in the woods beside Fairenth. She closed her eyes lightly.
"But with you... you seem to give that statement a whole new significance. It's just... your eyes..." she looked for designation, her eyes drifting open and meeting his. She observed as he got a bit closer, and for once... she wasn't alarmed. She whispered her words slowely and drawn out as he got closer....
"your eyes...reflect....my own..." Her lips fluttered over his with words and slight craving, and he continuely sloped forward, her head biased to the side to come by him....
She took a sharp breathe and pulled back when she felt inert metal melt into her side.
"Farah?" Kurt's iced german voice elevated the noiseless snowy day.
Her hand instantaniously went to her side, and came away with her blood. She stared at it for a brief moment, her breathing flucuating. She started to fall regressivly backwards, and Kurt went to snare her, but his eyes were greedily hunting for the man who impaired her. His eyes fell on Pietro, unmoving in front of her, signaling to a blood covered kitchen knife. His eyes lingered furiously on Pietro for the moment, till he heard Farah moan lightly on the ground. He hestitated, and nearly growled when Pietro actually smiled and spoke.
"Better tend to your girlfriend. She doesn't look all that well" he said, and was off before anything could be done. Kurt watched where he had excaped with vengence, but was broken by it when he heard Fairenth sputter and gasp readily. Kurt rotated to her, and stooped beside her slowly. He groped around her shirt facilely, and discovered a stab laceration to her side. He looked to her, and he saw tears forming in her depressingly peering eyes. Her breath was jagged, and she looked like she was going to break down if it weren't for the discomfort.
"K-Kurt..."
"Shhh....All right....OK....it's gonna be okay....hold on....oh god....uh...." He said, floundered over his words as he palpated her sides and then teleported her to the Institute.
AN HOUR LATER
The Professor sat over the young girls bed, once again. Her face was colorless, and they had to suture up her side. But something had caught his concentration when they had to check if she had lacerated her lungs or anything- her blood. It was... seemingly altered. He sighed as his eyes wander to her face again. A slight smile was at her lips as she slept, and he pondered...was it Kurt? The two of them seemed intimate lately, and Farah was opening up to be an extraordinary girl to be around. Kurt had told him, ambiguously, that the two of them were walking and out of nowhere Pietro came out with a knife, and thrusted it at her side. The Professor smiled when he recalled that Kurt had been all abashed about the details when he told her that he was 'walking' with her. He sighed and ran a hand through Fairenth's hair before castering out slowly to investigate Farah's blood sample. Kurt advanced him immediatly as he came out.
"Is she all right?" he asked appetent, and The Professor smiled feebly at him. He truly cared for the girl, he could feel the devotion shimmering out of him.
"She'll be all right. Farah needs to rest, so go and get some sleep for yourself Kurt. You look as if you need it" he completed resolutely, and watched as Kurt slouched with defeat of not seeing her tonight, and walked down the hall muttering little things to himself.
MEANWHILE AT PERDITION RIVER
Pietro walked out into the clearing, near where Magneto was standing at a leisurely pace. He walked over to the lofty figure, and Magneto spoke.
"Is it her's?" he asked self-possessed, not letting his eyes leave the tranquil river. He could feel every fiber of the river, every current flowing through, and it was all due to Fairenth's blood. Pietro nodded slightly, and replied.
"Ugh, yeah. Here" he transfered the knife over. Magneto looked at it, and the turned his eyes frenetic to Pietro.
"You didn't murder her, did you?!" he asked, and Pietro stood back a few steps, quickly shaking his head.
"No, no no not at all" he said, and then wondered if maybe he had harmed her more than he meant to. Fear crept up in his throat, and he watched Magneto with slightly wide eyes. He determined on not saying anything when he saw Magneto smile, and watch the blood on the knife glimmer with gold as he bent it to the moonlight.
"Good. We're going to need Fairenth soon....we can't afford to lose her" he said, and then turned to the boy to illustrate the plan, since he was needed. Pietro was belittled by the time he was done, totally horrified at the plan that had molded in his fathers mind. He stared back at the man's shimmering eyes, and wondered if he had gone mad. He vacantly stared back.
"But h-how are we going to get her to come?" he stuttered, and Magneto smiled and scanned the woods with evil eyes as he fingered the bloody knife gingerly. His eyes fell on two fawn eyes staring back at him speechlessly, before they rotated and ran as a group. He kept them on the departing figures.
"We'll allure her in"
AHA. So there is the plot. Weird huh? So let me explain, if it's not clear by now. Fairenth's blood is laced with gold, for reasons which will be explained later, lol. But anyway, when Magneto went to taste it to make sure Pietro wasn't pulling the wool over his eyes, he realized that her blood was potent enough to make HIM stronger. So now, he's got a plan (which in specifics, we don't know what it is) to get her blood. See? Lmao, I know. This plot sounds like something out of a Wes Craven movie, but I was watching 'Halloween' this weekend, and it got me in the mood. It won't turn out to be gory, I promise!! :) Chapter 10 is next, which will be about how Kurt is still in that down hearted mood, and Fairenth is trying to heal him the only way she knows how (NO, not that way. lmao) Read on!!