Glimpses

-Retrospection-

One

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Twin needle's eyes, overconcentration, acid orange emblazoned. Hellish depths aflame, swimming holocaust lava field reflection, glaring car's lights at night too bright blinding in day...

Steel finger on not-wings LOOMS shadowing the sky, still invisible silence, swooping in for the kill. Naked before death, ungraspable emptiness on all sides, nothing in between no shield but emptiness sliced apart a moment immediate in magenta eraser's bright rays...

Last wits, throw all your cards on the table, one last desperate gamble spearlightningspikefleshtooltooltoolgropeeverythingflung. Nothing. Turn and run but don't turn your back run for your lives!!!

Clank.

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single moment

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"Look out!"

Green green putty amoeba phutphut.

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flittering

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"Keetty– Rogueh!" Slamredwhitegreenblackgoldblueblackredgreenwhiteworldinaballofwindnowindcan'tbreathe. Slipticklecoolfree pale flash! River empty to full swell. Drain, leak into hissing velocity no–! Oof!–  Dust air's stinging tickle no air all dust dust dust air!

"Kurt! Oh Gawd Kurt!" Monstrous red blossoms grinning up from blue waving grass, scarlet rain trickling from darkdark depths of the gutter. Nonono... "W-Wake u-hp... Ah didn't– A-ha didn't me-an to! Ah'm s-orry..." Whisper breakup hoarse into silent. Useless.

"Rogue, get outta there!"

Phut.

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on broken

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Jelly jelloslime alive writhingbobbingbubblingfreeze. Green smothering pillow over your face in your nose then nothing nothing nothing burning white.

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butterfly wings...

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"Wanda! Don't do this!"

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What if...

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"Da– Magneto! You-You–"

Black coat in summer sun, oven at your back burninghot. Dull-keen concussion screaming ripflash searing outto metal-curling inferno. Melting softly into gray cloud pulse bulgebulge à la cauliflower. Beat. Sweep. Crackle.

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"What if"

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Ripripriipflashflash.

Sickening wet thwack bloodcurdling scream raucousashellupandup-

"Wanda!" RunrunrunNOW

"Pietro, wait!" Donewithyousavedyoualreadyforgotstupid– LETMEGO!!! RIPshredsnarlanimalfuryredRUN.

"WANDA!!!" Downdownfreefallfly. Twist and flip the boundaries of earth and skyverticalrollercoasterridewithoutthesafetyguardsfree!! StopstopstoptoofastSTOP.

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became

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Slosh red splattering paint puddle just a paint puddle splashing polka dotsain'titfunny!

Two birds with one stone one bird with a broken wing no birds... Lone smashed hourglass fallen by the wayside. Candlelit glow. Golden black sand pouring sideways to time burying glittering glass shards betternotsteponthem a little bit of desert. Broken puppet, right angles, wrong angles, angles angles angles tangent of 60º is 1.7321... Dracula as a rag dollwon'tshebeembarrassedfuriouswhenshehearsaboutitandI'llmakesureshedoes.

"Wanda! C'mon, Wanda, I know you're fakin' it, c'mon, orareyouchicken? Wan-DA!" That alwaysalwaysalways gets her sooo mad she'ssogonnakickmyassgetreadytorun-

Nothing.

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"If only"?

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Blip. Blip. Blip. Soft bubbles popping, little liquid green lava swamp. Blip.

Bluebluejustalittleteensybitofbluepleaseplease...

"Hey, this isn't funny anymore."

Hate hospitals. Have to be quiet, strain not to laugh and laugh, just like a goddamn libraryhatestudying, makesyourfrigginthroathurtwantout. All white outside and dim inside like a badbad picture-resolution movie. Heavyheavy air, too heavyhot–can't–breathe.

"So ya wanna play it this way, do ya, ya lazy arse? I'llwhipallyourpantiesintoFred'sdraweryouknowIwill–"

"Mr. Maximoff?"

Tiptoeing on eggshells in vain. Glass box shattering, sound waves ring ring ring reverberating, deafening. Stupiddoctorgoaway. Face in the mirror… blow-exhale, fog up the image does it make it go away? The world has no soft lines. Broken mirror refracting into a thousand, cursed compound eyes. Dammitthisismineanddoctorsaren'tallowedespeciallyyouwiththeclipboardandgoddamnlongface!

"... Yeah?"

"We're very sorry..." Gettothefuckingpointalreadyandwhothehell'swe?! Sureain't me. "There's nothing to be done for her, sir."

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One single moment...

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Blip. Blip. BEEEEEEEE

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Info: This branches off directly from Day of Reckoning Part II, so you guys should be able to get most of this. If you have any questions just ask. And, lessee… flashbacks galore. Yiss yiss. ^-^ If the title didn't tip you off the italics should've… Plus one or two tie-ins with last chapter, kudos to y'all who noticed the one phrase that was exactly the same…

A/N: Um. O_O No comment. O_O

Dedication: To Switch, Ellen, Absolute Alcohol, and Christina for their coolios reviews, and to Saralyn, N, and Morwen O'Connor for their extensive critique. Thank you all for your valuable feedback! (Back: *dances*)

Poll: Just outta curiosity, who'd be pissed off and who wouldn't if I made this a Pietrance? Probably gonna be one anyway, just wanna get some input here. ^-^

Ending Note: Sorry this is so messed up. -_- I'm kinda trying out a new writing style. I had several other somewhat more… legible ideas for making my Evo debut but this one just popped up. The next installments will try their best to be your average paragraphed, pretty much fully-sentenced and explicit story-mode writing. Uh and, *gulp* I'll do my best not to have suicidal Pietro or overdo the angst, I'm aware all the angst issues are WAY threadbare, chewed up and spit out, but… -_- Need constructive criticism much. *vanishes in a poof of smoke*

Next Installment: Er... Get back to you on that one... (Yes, there is a next installment. O_o Um, yeah.)