Alrighty, sorry this was so long in arrival. I've been busy lately for no good reason, so..... yeah, that's about the gist of it. OK, here is Pt. 2.
A/N: this chapter is mainly through Mystique's eyes. I know, she has not been in this story at all, but, in all mentality, she WAS, so uh... lmao, we can make do, right? Right. Um, on a second note, this is in the 'MEANTIME' of PT.1, so while things were happening in chapter 12, this is happening too.
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
MEANWHILE AT THE INSTITUTE
These were the exact reasons she loved her job so much.
Her flatscan yellow eyes surfed through the boundless halls and rooms of the Xavier Institute. She huffed as she passed a chamber which she could only guess was the Professors. The room was obscured by a large dramatic door, but there was no doubt in Mystique's mind that the room held the one and only Charles Xavier, founder of the uncanny X-Men. She turned sluggishly and stared at the door, and it's elegantly stained designs covering the front. With a quick frown, she swept away from the aberrant door. No time for any petty school-girl revenge's here.
She had a job to do, after all.
Mystique walked farther and deeper down the long hall and came to an open door. She peeked in gradually, and noted the cleanliness. She sighed and strutted in as if she was the one and only owner of the place. Her hand languidly dragged over the wood of the beautifully painted dresser, and then left it as she handled a small ornate dragon hanging on the dresser. She sighed and turned to the tack at hand. Mystique whirled around the only way a women could, and walked to the door. As she reached the step out, a voice caught her mindfulness. Coming closer. Closer.
"...Well, I know Kitty is going to come with us....maybe Farah will too?" Scott. Mystique narrowed her eyes and then let a grin enter her lips. Doing what she knew best, she used her mutant born powers and switched to an accustomed face of the X-Men. The voices closed in and finally halted at the door.
"...Lets just ask first. Hey Fairenth, what's up?"
Mystique smiled on the inside, looking through the fake eyes of Fairenth Croix. They had no idea.
"Oh, uh, nothing" She replied, her voice matching the exact accent of Fairenth's. Scott and Evan walked in, Evan directly stopping and falling onto the bed with a sigh. Scott, on the other hand, stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, smiling like a fool. Mystique cursed him out in her mind, sending all kinds of unnoted messages to him. But her outer appearance would never allow that, the blameless facial features of Fairenth Ann Croix exhibiting nothing but pure innocence. Evan spoke as he played with the ends of the top sheet on the bed.
"So, Farah, you wanna come see a movie with me, Kurt, Jean and Scott? You haven't lived till you've been to a theater" he said and rolled onto his stomach as he proceeded to play with the sheets. Scott leaned against the door frame.
"Yeah, we were going to go when Kurt and Jean get back from the football game. You in?" he said, and Mystique cried out on the inside to just...just...do whatever to excape the ever coercive confines of Farah. Her mind suddenly lurched. Who said she had to put on the act of Fairenth? Her mind grinned as she thought the possibilities of the situation. So instead, she put on her best smile, and sat down seductively in the chair next to her. If Mystique wasn't allowed to screw with the kid's head in her form, then maybe in Fairenth's she could. She could do more damage that way. The guys eyed her as she sat down deliberately, and then crossed her legs in a fashion that showed nothing but feminine pride. She voiced an answer as she blinked her eyes slowly.
"Oh, no, I couldn't. Too many people" she replied, and then swept a hand through her hair mildly as their eyes followed her. Scott had an eyebrow raised, and Evan dropped the sheet he was playing with. Mystique wanted to come out and laugh in their faces, but maybe she could do more vandalism. She turned her eyes to the door, past Scott some. She had brought Gambit, Colossus, and Pyro with her to get the inventive job done. Mystique had come to supervise, so while they rounded up the others downstairs, she had time to play.
"Well uh, there won't be that many people. It's an um, small theater" Evan said as he sat up tensely, distracted by Farah's saltry eyes. Fairenth was most definatly one of the better looking girls he had ever seen, but the aura of innocence around her made her the sister of the house. The untouchable, unprotected one. He heaved a sigh as he watched a different side of Fairenth Croix take place.
"But still..." she drew out her voice, and then stood, stretching, to show off the formed muscles of her stomach. She let out her breath, and then sauntered over to Evan on the bed as she looked down on him with a half smile. Mystique didn't look over to the forgotten Scott, who stood there, brick still. If she tried to pull this on Cyclops, he would most likely be the first to figure out her plan, or something of that matter.
"Instead of the movies though, you could always just..." The fraud Farah paused as she lowered down on the bed next to Evan, in a painstakingly slow manner. Evan only watched as she kneeled on her knees and ran a hand through his already short hair.
"...Stay with me" she let out and leaned closer till she was inches from his lips. Scott watched with dissolved eyes as he tried to figure out the problem with Fairenth, this was not her common behavior. Plus, they all knew her and Kurt were evolving into something more. He was about to say something when she leaned into a perplexed Evan when a hand clasped over his mouth. A mocking French voice answered the predicament.
"Shhh, let the chere have her moment" Remy said, and Scott grapple some against the strong bounds of the older man's arms.
Evan let her meet his lips without much hesitation, as she kissed him not in obtrusive way, just a light, plumed kiss. His moment was broken when a stunned voice shed from the doorway of the room.
"Fairenth?!"
Mystique let go, and let the pure white eyes of Fairenth meet the yellow eyes of Kurt. Mystique couldn't believe the luck she was having. More the damaged, the more the better. He stood, his eyes wide with shock and hurt, almost. Mystique let her eyes take on a look of shock in a uncivil way, and then she looked over to Evan and then to Kurt.
"Oh my..." She let out, and then held her hands up with a lamented sigh.
"Guess you caught me" she said, and then stood up, cracking her neck slowly. Kurt failed to notice Remy holding Scott when he walked up, so he was surprised when he felt two stronger silver glinted arms confine his. He fought against them, mad over Fairenth and even more pissed that the Brotherhood was there, once again. Evan sat up off the bed, his spikes showing in a huff.
"What the hell?!" He shouted out, and Mystique turned to him with her hands on her hips.
"What? The kiss wasn't good enough for you?" She mocked with a raised eyebrow, and Scott responded from across the room.
"What's the matter with you Fairenth?" he said, hurt twining his voice as he struggled against the binds. Mystique looked to him with a grievous look, and she shook her head deliberately without so much as an answer. She was toying with them, mixing feelings and injuring them. She held her hand up to motion to the others, and they did as told. With quick motion, Colossus and Gambit struck Scott and Kurt across the head, rendering them inanimate within a second from the blow. Evan yelled out as he rushed the others. As he passed her, she swept out a hand, and stopped him herself.
"FARAH?!" he yelled, not wanting to wound her. She looked to him with pure faultless eyes, and sighed as she looked down, her hand still grasped to his arm.
"So in disarray.... you all don't need something like me hanging on all your words. It will all be over soon for me, so what's the use?" she finished, and Evan could only eye her as she whipped out a hand from behind her back, punching him square in the face. He grunted and fell to the ground with a thud. The two from the door watched as she switched gradually back to her natural form. Colossus made a overwrought face as he picked up Kurt carefully.
"You had to go and do that, didn't you? It's bad enough were doing this and you go and screw with their young heads..." he said with narrowed eyes and she turned and snapped at him.
"Saying stuff like that is going to get you killed by Magneto, so shut up and do what you came to" she said and then turned to Gambit with a distracted sigh.
"We have all of them?" she inquired, and he nodded with a slow smile. Mystique smiled sluggishly, and then turned to the window where the sun was just starting to lower into the horizon. The shadows played on her face as she turned and picked up Evan, swinging him over her shoulder.
"Good. We have to get to the river"
OK. Next chapter should be up now soon. I don't really think Mystique would uh, be THIS evil but, I had to put complications in the story since Kurt doesn't know that it wasn't the REAL Fairenth that kissed Evan.... Mwhahahaha. Lol, anyway, read on!!
A/N: this chapter is mainly through Mystique's eyes. I know, she has not been in this story at all, but, in all mentality, she WAS, so uh... lmao, we can make do, right? Right. Um, on a second note, this is in the 'MEANTIME' of PT.1, so while things were happening in chapter 12, this is happening too.
'A Soul Reborn'
By BlueEyes
MEANWHILE AT THE INSTITUTE
These were the exact reasons she loved her job so much.
Her flatscan yellow eyes surfed through the boundless halls and rooms of the Xavier Institute. She huffed as she passed a chamber which she could only guess was the Professors. The room was obscured by a large dramatic door, but there was no doubt in Mystique's mind that the room held the one and only Charles Xavier, founder of the uncanny X-Men. She turned sluggishly and stared at the door, and it's elegantly stained designs covering the front. With a quick frown, she swept away from the aberrant door. No time for any petty school-girl revenge's here.
She had a job to do, after all.
Mystique walked farther and deeper down the long hall and came to an open door. She peeked in gradually, and noted the cleanliness. She sighed and strutted in as if she was the one and only owner of the place. Her hand languidly dragged over the wood of the beautifully painted dresser, and then left it as she handled a small ornate dragon hanging on the dresser. She sighed and turned to the tack at hand. Mystique whirled around the only way a women could, and walked to the door. As she reached the step out, a voice caught her mindfulness. Coming closer. Closer.
"...Well, I know Kitty is going to come with us....maybe Farah will too?" Scott. Mystique narrowed her eyes and then let a grin enter her lips. Doing what she knew best, she used her mutant born powers and switched to an accustomed face of the X-Men. The voices closed in and finally halted at the door.
"...Lets just ask first. Hey Fairenth, what's up?"
Mystique smiled on the inside, looking through the fake eyes of Fairenth Croix. They had no idea.
"Oh, uh, nothing" She replied, her voice matching the exact accent of Fairenth's. Scott and Evan walked in, Evan directly stopping and falling onto the bed with a sigh. Scott, on the other hand, stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, smiling like a fool. Mystique cursed him out in her mind, sending all kinds of unnoted messages to him. But her outer appearance would never allow that, the blameless facial features of Fairenth Ann Croix exhibiting nothing but pure innocence. Evan spoke as he played with the ends of the top sheet on the bed.
"So, Farah, you wanna come see a movie with me, Kurt, Jean and Scott? You haven't lived till you've been to a theater" he said and rolled onto his stomach as he proceeded to play with the sheets. Scott leaned against the door frame.
"Yeah, we were going to go when Kurt and Jean get back from the football game. You in?" he said, and Mystique cried out on the inside to just...just...do whatever to excape the ever coercive confines of Farah. Her mind suddenly lurched. Who said she had to put on the act of Fairenth? Her mind grinned as she thought the possibilities of the situation. So instead, she put on her best smile, and sat down seductively in the chair next to her. If Mystique wasn't allowed to screw with the kid's head in her form, then maybe in Fairenth's she could. She could do more damage that way. The guys eyed her as she sat down deliberately, and then crossed her legs in a fashion that showed nothing but feminine pride. She voiced an answer as she blinked her eyes slowly.
"Oh, no, I couldn't. Too many people" she replied, and then swept a hand through her hair mildly as their eyes followed her. Scott had an eyebrow raised, and Evan dropped the sheet he was playing with. Mystique wanted to come out and laugh in their faces, but maybe she could do more vandalism. She turned her eyes to the door, past Scott some. She had brought Gambit, Colossus, and Pyro with her to get the inventive job done. Mystique had come to supervise, so while they rounded up the others downstairs, she had time to play.
"Well uh, there won't be that many people. It's an um, small theater" Evan said as he sat up tensely, distracted by Farah's saltry eyes. Fairenth was most definatly one of the better looking girls he had ever seen, but the aura of innocence around her made her the sister of the house. The untouchable, unprotected one. He heaved a sigh as he watched a different side of Fairenth Croix take place.
"But still..." she drew out her voice, and then stood, stretching, to show off the formed muscles of her stomach. She let out her breath, and then sauntered over to Evan on the bed as she looked down on him with a half smile. Mystique didn't look over to the forgotten Scott, who stood there, brick still. If she tried to pull this on Cyclops, he would most likely be the first to figure out her plan, or something of that matter.
"Instead of the movies though, you could always just..." The fraud Farah paused as she lowered down on the bed next to Evan, in a painstakingly slow manner. Evan only watched as she kneeled on her knees and ran a hand through his already short hair.
"...Stay with me" she let out and leaned closer till she was inches from his lips. Scott watched with dissolved eyes as he tried to figure out the problem with Fairenth, this was not her common behavior. Plus, they all knew her and Kurt were evolving into something more. He was about to say something when she leaned into a perplexed Evan when a hand clasped over his mouth. A mocking French voice answered the predicament.
"Shhh, let the chere have her moment" Remy said, and Scott grapple some against the strong bounds of the older man's arms.
Evan let her meet his lips without much hesitation, as she kissed him not in obtrusive way, just a light, plumed kiss. His moment was broken when a stunned voice shed from the doorway of the room.
"Fairenth?!"
Mystique let go, and let the pure white eyes of Fairenth meet the yellow eyes of Kurt. Mystique couldn't believe the luck she was having. More the damaged, the more the better. He stood, his eyes wide with shock and hurt, almost. Mystique let her eyes take on a look of shock in a uncivil way, and then she looked over to Evan and then to Kurt.
"Oh my..." She let out, and then held her hands up with a lamented sigh.
"Guess you caught me" she said, and then stood up, cracking her neck slowly. Kurt failed to notice Remy holding Scott when he walked up, so he was surprised when he felt two stronger silver glinted arms confine his. He fought against them, mad over Fairenth and even more pissed that the Brotherhood was there, once again. Evan sat up off the bed, his spikes showing in a huff.
"What the hell?!" He shouted out, and Mystique turned to him with her hands on her hips.
"What? The kiss wasn't good enough for you?" She mocked with a raised eyebrow, and Scott responded from across the room.
"What's the matter with you Fairenth?" he said, hurt twining his voice as he struggled against the binds. Mystique looked to him with a grievous look, and she shook her head deliberately without so much as an answer. She was toying with them, mixing feelings and injuring them. She held her hand up to motion to the others, and they did as told. With quick motion, Colossus and Gambit struck Scott and Kurt across the head, rendering them inanimate within a second from the blow. Evan yelled out as he rushed the others. As he passed her, she swept out a hand, and stopped him herself.
"FARAH?!" he yelled, not wanting to wound her. She looked to him with pure faultless eyes, and sighed as she looked down, her hand still grasped to his arm.
"So in disarray.... you all don't need something like me hanging on all your words. It will all be over soon for me, so what's the use?" she finished, and Evan could only eye her as she whipped out a hand from behind her back, punching him square in the face. He grunted and fell to the ground with a thud. The two from the door watched as she switched gradually back to her natural form. Colossus made a overwrought face as he picked up Kurt carefully.
"You had to go and do that, didn't you? It's bad enough were doing this and you go and screw with their young heads..." he said with narrowed eyes and she turned and snapped at him.
"Saying stuff like that is going to get you killed by Magneto, so shut up and do what you came to" she said and then turned to Gambit with a distracted sigh.
"We have all of them?" she inquired, and he nodded with a slow smile. Mystique smiled sluggishly, and then turned to the window where the sun was just starting to lower into the horizon. The shadows played on her face as she turned and picked up Evan, swinging him over her shoulder.
"Good. We have to get to the river"
OK. Next chapter should be up now soon. I don't really think Mystique would uh, be THIS evil but, I had to put complications in the story since Kurt doesn't know that it wasn't the REAL Fairenth that kissed Evan.... Mwhahahaha. Lol, anyway, read on!!