Well... Did you think I would abandon you? Nope nope.... I love you all to
much to do that... NEWay... Though this is mine, most of the characters are
not (I mean, duh- has Mutant X ever been mine?) Now, on to the
conclusion... ...............................
I'd awoken with Brennan's hand in mine. I'm told through much of the two weeks I lay in Death's arms, he and Beth were rather loathe to leave my side. Apparently, Beth and Emma felt no ill affects from their connection to the Puppet Master...at least they awoke the instant his hold was broken. I was the only one he chose to hold at that last instant.
Shalimar found him. While I slept, she went back into the city, following the scent that clung to me. She left him as she'd discovered him: eyes wide in shock, and deeply one with the wall several feet above the floor. Shal claimed she simply didn't want to risk trying to peal him away without the wall collapsing but... I don't doubt the 'mother' in her felt a morbid sense of satisfaction at the scene.
Adam has told me I've 'evolved'...again. Force projection seems to be a rather violent gift in my opinion. I really don't mind. Emma has tried to 'help me deal' with the remorse of what I've done. She doesn't understand. I will never regret that thing's death. Granted, I don't plan to kill again, but I feel no shame for my protection of my family.
My family. My home. The ring I now wear is a constant reminder that I actually have each of these things. And nothing, and no one will ever take them away from me. I won't be alone again. A friend has assured me that I don't have to be. ......................................
Well...it's finished...for better or worse.... what did you think? Tell me tell me! This is the first fanfic I've actually had a thought process for from start to finish and actually MADE IT THROUGH said thought process. I'm still considering a sequel from Beth's POV, but I'd like to know you're thoughts or ideas on whether or not I should go there...so let me know OK? Thank you for hanging with me!
I'd awoken with Brennan's hand in mine. I'm told through much of the two weeks I lay in Death's arms, he and Beth were rather loathe to leave my side. Apparently, Beth and Emma felt no ill affects from their connection to the Puppet Master...at least they awoke the instant his hold was broken. I was the only one he chose to hold at that last instant.
Shalimar found him. While I slept, she went back into the city, following the scent that clung to me. She left him as she'd discovered him: eyes wide in shock, and deeply one with the wall several feet above the floor. Shal claimed she simply didn't want to risk trying to peal him away without the wall collapsing but... I don't doubt the 'mother' in her felt a morbid sense of satisfaction at the scene.
Adam has told me I've 'evolved'...again. Force projection seems to be a rather violent gift in my opinion. I really don't mind. Emma has tried to 'help me deal' with the remorse of what I've done. She doesn't understand. I will never regret that thing's death. Granted, I don't plan to kill again, but I feel no shame for my protection of my family.
My family. My home. The ring I now wear is a constant reminder that I actually have each of these things. And nothing, and no one will ever take them away from me. I won't be alone again. A friend has assured me that I don't have to be. ......................................
Well...it's finished...for better or worse.... what did you think? Tell me tell me! This is the first fanfic I've actually had a thought process for from start to finish and actually MADE IT THROUGH said thought process. I'm still considering a sequel from Beth's POV, but I'd like to know you're thoughts or ideas on whether or not I should go there...so let me know OK? Thank you for hanging with me!