Who: Casse
Where: A few different places
When: Flashback/Flash Forward 16.....all between 11 and 12
"You think I'm going to let you die!?!?! Bastard!" She spit at him, though it made no difference in the raindrops. Her clothes were in tatters, and just like him, her body had cuts and blood in so many places you couldn't find an unmarked spot. Her chest was heaving rapidly and her eyes were dark near black as was the aura around her. Tears, angry and hurt, were crawling down her face in rebellion against everything she felt.
"You will never get off that easy!!!!!" She kicked him hard on his side, the shirt disintegrating, and the spot where she'd kicked him disintegrating flesh and blood and bone. Like a hungry parasite it ate at his flesh, making him shudder and shake. A man not easily taken down, drawn down by his own blood.
Crashing to her knees she barely felt the slick water beneath her. She could only feel the sobs that escaped her chest and lips. The tears that coursed down her cheeks. The life fleeing from this body before her. Reaching out her fist, clenched she beat on his stomache, beat with all the fury in her heart and her memory. With everything that had caused her to run away and ruin her life.
"It's all your fault!" She sobbed as she fell across him, still blackening more of him, burying her face in his chest and stomache among her arms. "...all your fault..."
"...all your fault."
~*~*~
Casse stood gazing out a window calmly. Except neither she nor what she looked at were specifically calm. Outside a tree was being shook rough by the wind. Leaves were falling in dozens each time the branches were shaken, and she decided she felt decidedly like that poor tree out there. Like she lost a little more of herself with each passing gust of wind.
The footsteps at the doorway to the room disturbed her though, and her finger tensed a bit on the inner ledge of the window. She closed her eyes, the last sight being that of her fingers tensing and the sound of those steps being taken as she spoke very quietly. "When did you find out?"
"This morning." He was getting closer to her, and all she felt was a dawning coldness across her figure. He was stopped now. About ten feet from her, surprised she hadn't turned to him, and she wasn't being more receptive to his presence of voice. "When you did."
She leaned forward and let her temple rest on the glass. It sent a small impulse of cold through her skin, giving her Goosebumps up and down her arms and legs. For a moment she felt like any normal girl, but it was rebutted by the fact she wasn't normal. She'd never get to be normal.
"When will you tell him?"
Whirling around she faced him, her expression was fierce, her eyes mimicked the sky outside, seen at once through the closed window behind her. A cloudy grey, churning restlessness. "Never."
"He knows you're here." Patric said as he moved the red rose bud that was in his lapel, taking it out. The stem grew longer as he pulled it out, and it began a softer grey color, almost edging on a silver white, but very much greyish. He held the rose out to his sister with a soft pained expression for her situation. "Ororo talked to him yesterday."
"I always thought he kept in touch, but I couldn't ever find a proof. Will he--" Case reached out and took the rose, but stopped short of touching the stem, her eyes on Patric and the uncomfortable movement he made. It seemed like her figure crumbled a little and she pulled her arm back hugging herself. "Of course not. He thinks I chose you over him."
"Cassidy-luv..." he started softly and she looked back at him warningly so sharp it made him stop.
"No, Patric." She was starting to frown and ti was becoming the black cloud on her eggshell white face. "No. Just no. Don't even think it."
"Remy deserves-"
"What I gave him!" Casse yelled as the tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She looked off to her side her hands moving down her arms, slowly to her stomach. "His freedom. From me and the danger I'll put his life in. The freedom I can't give his child yet."
"He'd come back if you told him," the male voice whispered into her hair. He was pulling her close her, trying to bring her back from the dark obliette of her soul. This torture chamber she had created for herself, that no one could ever near. He knew she would always be her worst enemy, even if she never saw it.
Casse whispered softly as she felt Patric arms encircle her to hug her. "He wouldn't come for me. He'd only come out of duty to the child, to his child, Patty."
~*~*~
And the rain continued to shatter them with pelting drops of water, till her chest stopped heaving and she pulled away. The blackness was eating him away now. His side was slowly moving across and the center of where she'd been crying across him was eating through flesh and bone....giving her the gruesome look of his innards as they too were attacked.
"Can't get off that easy..." it was mumble of insanity as she pressed her hands on his stomach. Into the places were the blackness was eating him away. She didn't flinch at touching his organs and entrails as she closed her eyes. She jerked hard and felt the world around her falling apart. She was no longer part of the real world.
It was a world of colors and strings inside her head......one that promised only chaos for a favor.
She stared at her choice like she had a million years to weight it, and then yanked it like she couldn't choose too fast. Without coming out, the aura around her skin, the black death of her destruction of life, snapped suddenly. It was like an explosion was taking place. It was replaced with a blue aura, soft cyan blue all over her form, pulsating brightest around her heart.
There wasn't a single thought in her body that would have let this man die. If she ever let herself dig far enough, all she wanted in this world for him to look at her the way he had when she was a child. When she had been his little princess. Before all the tragedy. Before he looked at her like she was a mirror to someone she wasn't. She just wanted his approval, his love, and his acceptance.
The blue aura traveled through her arms into him, and started to surround his body, until they were a bonfire of blue glowing so bright one could have seen them like a bright star on the ground from far in the air. It could have been a moment or a dozen hours, she wouldn't have been able to tell when she opened her eyes. All she would be able to tell was with positive knowledge she'd taken from him what she'd given him and how she was.
"....no..." It was a soft word, like something just dawning on a person who had been lost inside themselves or something else. A gasp of surprise against waves of pain that pounded her body like a raging torrent threatening to drown her in that single second she opened her eyes to.
~*~*~
Casse stood gazing out a window calmly. Except neither she nor what she looked at were specifically calm. She was remembering standing here under such different circumstances, watching in wonder, fascination, and terror this simple sight out of the window. Stupid tree. There wasn't a breeze now, and the leaves were all on the ground below it. It was empty and seemed alone now to her. So much like her.
The footsteps at the doorway to the room disturbed her thoughts, as they often did now and she resigned herself to someone else trying to cheer her up. Even Ororo had tried to make her feel better, and it had only left them both awkward. It was Patric again, carrying to cups of tea, staring at her dressed in her traveling clothes. The ones she'd warn the entire time when she'd been away from them, but never once while she stayed.
The black leather, and white silk. Her body was completely unscared now, but everyone in the mansion remembered what she'd look like when their father had carried her into the mansion. Cut in a million pieces, bleeding and unable to help herself, looking like she might not make another second breathing even.
She sighed softly turning to take the cup of tea from him. Hmm. Lemon. Mother's favorite. He drank it on special occasions, how odd. She took a sip, slightly burning the tip of her tongue and mummered. "It's not a special occasion."
Meeting his eyes, she felt the impulse to throw the cup at the floor. Those eyes so full of pain, confusion, and this want, no need, to help her through this. "You're here with me still. It's reason enough for me, chiisai tsuki."
"It would be pointless to tell you I wish you didn't have to share those moments with me," a whisper escaped her lips.
"No one would be able to take it from me. I wouldn't let them," he said, his face darkened at the idea. This man who was such the opposite of her. He'd stayed and fought through everything, not run in terror. Made the right choices, suffering both the consequences and the gathering the fruit of it's bounty. "Not anything from your first heart beat till..."
The haunted look took his eyes, the one he only had when they talked about Jennifer, and she touched his hand lightly. "I know, Patty. I just wish it wasn't always pain I was sharing with you. I need to ask something of you though."
He was taking a drink of his tea, when he'd looked over the rim, curious to why she'd ask before asking. It wasn't her nature. She was divide and conquer, take what you want, demand...and no one saw this softer, unsure side, that stood before him without it's walls or towers or guards. This precious little light of his younger sister by so little time. He nodded cautiously and curiously.
"I know Remy's coming back, Patty." Casse said softly, with the whist someone could place in a sigh. " I heard them talking about it in the kitchen when I passed by last night, late. Did you tell him? Anything?"
His expression seemed to go through so much. That's what this was about. Her sorely missed lover. His heart felt urges of protection, anger and jealously, all kept within bounds within being shown, though he she could feel them. "Only what everyone knows. There was a fight. He made it out fine.....you just barely."
"Good." She held the empty teacup up a second and some began to materialize by her in mid air, sort of there and sort of not. It looked like a brick, but seemed too thin. She set the cup on it and it stayed there, as she turned back to looking out the window. "I want it kept that way. He's only to know I had a terrible fight with father."
"But, Cass, surely, now?"
"No, Patric." Her voice was hollow and empty, and her body as barren of life as that tree outside the window was now. "No more. It was a terrible fight and because of it I left the house the moment I woke up. There were no good-byes and no one cried for my loss. Once again."
"And there never was a baby." And down her cheeks fell a few tears, because she wouldn't be the one to tell anyone who felt a need to be loved and proved that one of the only things they had ever wanted was kept from them and then no longer exsisted before they had a chance to be there and defend it.
~*~*~
"...no...no! No! NO!"
She was screaming the word with all she had. All the strength she had left was in the screaming that made her throat raw. She was covered in blood, so much her skin almost could be found under all the wounds. The dark blackness was in her skin, had hollowed her out in place. Blood was gushing from her form where she was on her knees, using all her strength to stay erect screaming out. Gushing from all the places were the mans wounds had been.
There was no possible way to even scramble her cells, her thoughts to making her powers behave. She was fluctuating colors between the blue, the black, the silver white, and the rainbow hue around her skin......it was going hay wire as she fell to her side. Blood slackened her fall causing her to slide a little more than normal, but she never noticed. She was too busy screaming.
Screaming it all out. All in one word. The terror, the sheer anger, and humility. She'd cost her the last precious thing in her life again. And then she was caught. Two rough arms, pulling her inward. A curse somewhere during a black flash, and a burning sound that faded again against the gruff sound near her cheek.
"Snap out a' it"
Casse never heard that though through the screaming the issued from her mouth. It was dead. She'd killed it. For the man now holding her, she'd killed the only important thing in her life. It felt like her soul and heart was shredded worse than her body could come near to. And then it was gone.....the numbing feeling had taken her legs, and was traveling up her body very fast.
Her eyes rolled in her head, and she blinked them wide when something struck her cheek sharply. "Don't go tha way, Casse. It's not yer time."
Her eyes rolled to him, still dark, and deader in the blue color, than they had been in the pure black of her anger. His face was coming in to her field of vision slowly. Dark and rough, with those eyes. Those eyes that haunted her mind and her dreams.
Her daddy. Why couldn't she move her hand? A sharp blow was struck on her opposite cheek. Why was he? And her other one. Her eyes rolled to a side, and she felt her body moved like a sack of potatoes until she could see his face again. It was at an odd angle. And did it seem fuzzy? Sharp blow again. No, not so sharp anymore. It was softer. Further away.
He was saying something....but she couldn't hear. It was too quiet. Was he whispering? Why didn't he talk louder? Was that a tingle in her cheek? Then. There. Again. It came back. Sharper, sharper, her cheek was bleeding now, and burning, and things were coming clearer. His face. His voice, angry, and full of fear.
"Yer not going to die on me, akiko tsuki. I won't loose you, too."
Why was he afraid? He was never afraid. He was her daddy. Indestructible. Unbeatable. He was like god. But human. Weren't all daddy's like that? What was happening? Everything kept going black and then the pain in her cheek would come again and she'd see his face.
Why didn't he have any more cuts on his face? Why was he crying? Why wasn't he bleeding. She gasped suddenly as she felt her head slapped really hard, like she'd caught the full brunt and he stopped when she convulsed and coughed. Something thick and dark bubbled up from between her lips. Was that black? It shouldn't be black.
Why was it black? And then it struck her, like a flood of lucid pictures, as her eyes rolled back into her head and the world seemed to be lost completely in the blackness, like the stuff that coursed down her lips, her voice just barely collecting enough to whisper.
"Your fault."
Where: A few different places
When: Flashback/Flash Forward 16.....all between 11 and 12
"You think I'm going to let you die!?!?! Bastard!" She spit at him, though it made no difference in the raindrops. Her clothes were in tatters, and just like him, her body had cuts and blood in so many places you couldn't find an unmarked spot. Her chest was heaving rapidly and her eyes were dark near black as was the aura around her. Tears, angry and hurt, were crawling down her face in rebellion against everything she felt.
"You will never get off that easy!!!!!" She kicked him hard on his side, the shirt disintegrating, and the spot where she'd kicked him disintegrating flesh and blood and bone. Like a hungry parasite it ate at his flesh, making him shudder and shake. A man not easily taken down, drawn down by his own blood.
Crashing to her knees she barely felt the slick water beneath her. She could only feel the sobs that escaped her chest and lips. The tears that coursed down her cheeks. The life fleeing from this body before her. Reaching out her fist, clenched she beat on his stomache, beat with all the fury in her heart and her memory. With everything that had caused her to run away and ruin her life.
"It's all your fault!" She sobbed as she fell across him, still blackening more of him, burying her face in his chest and stomache among her arms. "...all your fault..."
"...all your fault."
~*~*~
Casse stood gazing out a window calmly. Except neither she nor what she looked at were specifically calm. Outside a tree was being shook rough by the wind. Leaves were falling in dozens each time the branches were shaken, and she decided she felt decidedly like that poor tree out there. Like she lost a little more of herself with each passing gust of wind.
The footsteps at the doorway to the room disturbed her though, and her finger tensed a bit on the inner ledge of the window. She closed her eyes, the last sight being that of her fingers tensing and the sound of those steps being taken as she spoke very quietly. "When did you find out?"
"This morning." He was getting closer to her, and all she felt was a dawning coldness across her figure. He was stopped now. About ten feet from her, surprised she hadn't turned to him, and she wasn't being more receptive to his presence of voice. "When you did."
She leaned forward and let her temple rest on the glass. It sent a small impulse of cold through her skin, giving her Goosebumps up and down her arms and legs. For a moment she felt like any normal girl, but it was rebutted by the fact she wasn't normal. She'd never get to be normal.
"When will you tell him?"
Whirling around she faced him, her expression was fierce, her eyes mimicked the sky outside, seen at once through the closed window behind her. A cloudy grey, churning restlessness. "Never."
"He knows you're here." Patric said as he moved the red rose bud that was in his lapel, taking it out. The stem grew longer as he pulled it out, and it began a softer grey color, almost edging on a silver white, but very much greyish. He held the rose out to his sister with a soft pained expression for her situation. "Ororo talked to him yesterday."
"I always thought he kept in touch, but I couldn't ever find a proof. Will he--" Case reached out and took the rose, but stopped short of touching the stem, her eyes on Patric and the uncomfortable movement he made. It seemed like her figure crumbled a little and she pulled her arm back hugging herself. "Of course not. He thinks I chose you over him."
"Cassidy-luv..." he started softly and she looked back at him warningly so sharp it made him stop.
"No, Patric." She was starting to frown and ti was becoming the black cloud on her eggshell white face. "No. Just no. Don't even think it."
"Remy deserves-"
"What I gave him!" Casse yelled as the tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She looked off to her side her hands moving down her arms, slowly to her stomach. "His freedom. From me and the danger I'll put his life in. The freedom I can't give his child yet."
"He'd come back if you told him," the male voice whispered into her hair. He was pulling her close her, trying to bring her back from the dark obliette of her soul. This torture chamber she had created for herself, that no one could ever near. He knew she would always be her worst enemy, even if she never saw it.
Casse whispered softly as she felt Patric arms encircle her to hug her. "He wouldn't come for me. He'd only come out of duty to the child, to his child, Patty."
~*~*~
And the rain continued to shatter them with pelting drops of water, till her chest stopped heaving and she pulled away. The blackness was eating him away now. His side was slowly moving across and the center of where she'd been crying across him was eating through flesh and bone....giving her the gruesome look of his innards as they too were attacked.
"Can't get off that easy..." it was mumble of insanity as she pressed her hands on his stomach. Into the places were the blackness was eating him away. She didn't flinch at touching his organs and entrails as she closed her eyes. She jerked hard and felt the world around her falling apart. She was no longer part of the real world.
It was a world of colors and strings inside her head......one that promised only chaos for a favor.
She stared at her choice like she had a million years to weight it, and then yanked it like she couldn't choose too fast. Without coming out, the aura around her skin, the black death of her destruction of life, snapped suddenly. It was like an explosion was taking place. It was replaced with a blue aura, soft cyan blue all over her form, pulsating brightest around her heart.
There wasn't a single thought in her body that would have let this man die. If she ever let herself dig far enough, all she wanted in this world for him to look at her the way he had when she was a child. When she had been his little princess. Before all the tragedy. Before he looked at her like she was a mirror to someone she wasn't. She just wanted his approval, his love, and his acceptance.
The blue aura traveled through her arms into him, and started to surround his body, until they were a bonfire of blue glowing so bright one could have seen them like a bright star on the ground from far in the air. It could have been a moment or a dozen hours, she wouldn't have been able to tell when she opened her eyes. All she would be able to tell was with positive knowledge she'd taken from him what she'd given him and how she was.
"....no..." It was a soft word, like something just dawning on a person who had been lost inside themselves or something else. A gasp of surprise against waves of pain that pounded her body like a raging torrent threatening to drown her in that single second she opened her eyes to.
~*~*~
Casse stood gazing out a window calmly. Except neither she nor what she looked at were specifically calm. She was remembering standing here under such different circumstances, watching in wonder, fascination, and terror this simple sight out of the window. Stupid tree. There wasn't a breeze now, and the leaves were all on the ground below it. It was empty and seemed alone now to her. So much like her.
The footsteps at the doorway to the room disturbed her thoughts, as they often did now and she resigned herself to someone else trying to cheer her up. Even Ororo had tried to make her feel better, and it had only left them both awkward. It was Patric again, carrying to cups of tea, staring at her dressed in her traveling clothes. The ones she'd warn the entire time when she'd been away from them, but never once while she stayed.
The black leather, and white silk. Her body was completely unscared now, but everyone in the mansion remembered what she'd look like when their father had carried her into the mansion. Cut in a million pieces, bleeding and unable to help herself, looking like she might not make another second breathing even.
She sighed softly turning to take the cup of tea from him. Hmm. Lemon. Mother's favorite. He drank it on special occasions, how odd. She took a sip, slightly burning the tip of her tongue and mummered. "It's not a special occasion."
Meeting his eyes, she felt the impulse to throw the cup at the floor. Those eyes so full of pain, confusion, and this want, no need, to help her through this. "You're here with me still. It's reason enough for me, chiisai tsuki."
"It would be pointless to tell you I wish you didn't have to share those moments with me," a whisper escaped her lips.
"No one would be able to take it from me. I wouldn't let them," he said, his face darkened at the idea. This man who was such the opposite of her. He'd stayed and fought through everything, not run in terror. Made the right choices, suffering both the consequences and the gathering the fruit of it's bounty. "Not anything from your first heart beat till..."
The haunted look took his eyes, the one he only had when they talked about Jennifer, and she touched his hand lightly. "I know, Patty. I just wish it wasn't always pain I was sharing with you. I need to ask something of you though."
He was taking a drink of his tea, when he'd looked over the rim, curious to why she'd ask before asking. It wasn't her nature. She was divide and conquer, take what you want, demand...and no one saw this softer, unsure side, that stood before him without it's walls or towers or guards. This precious little light of his younger sister by so little time. He nodded cautiously and curiously.
"I know Remy's coming back, Patty." Casse said softly, with the whist someone could place in a sigh. " I heard them talking about it in the kitchen when I passed by last night, late. Did you tell him? Anything?"
His expression seemed to go through so much. That's what this was about. Her sorely missed lover. His heart felt urges of protection, anger and jealously, all kept within bounds within being shown, though he she could feel them. "Only what everyone knows. There was a fight. He made it out fine.....you just barely."
"Good." She held the empty teacup up a second and some began to materialize by her in mid air, sort of there and sort of not. It looked like a brick, but seemed too thin. She set the cup on it and it stayed there, as she turned back to looking out the window. "I want it kept that way. He's only to know I had a terrible fight with father."
"But, Cass, surely, now?"
"No, Patric." Her voice was hollow and empty, and her body as barren of life as that tree outside the window was now. "No more. It was a terrible fight and because of it I left the house the moment I woke up. There were no good-byes and no one cried for my loss. Once again."
"And there never was a baby." And down her cheeks fell a few tears, because she wouldn't be the one to tell anyone who felt a need to be loved and proved that one of the only things they had ever wanted was kept from them and then no longer exsisted before they had a chance to be there and defend it.
~*~*~
"...no...no! No! NO!"
She was screaming the word with all she had. All the strength she had left was in the screaming that made her throat raw. She was covered in blood, so much her skin almost could be found under all the wounds. The dark blackness was in her skin, had hollowed her out in place. Blood was gushing from her form where she was on her knees, using all her strength to stay erect screaming out. Gushing from all the places were the mans wounds had been.
There was no possible way to even scramble her cells, her thoughts to making her powers behave. She was fluctuating colors between the blue, the black, the silver white, and the rainbow hue around her skin......it was going hay wire as she fell to her side. Blood slackened her fall causing her to slide a little more than normal, but she never noticed. She was too busy screaming.
Screaming it all out. All in one word. The terror, the sheer anger, and humility. She'd cost her the last precious thing in her life again. And then she was caught. Two rough arms, pulling her inward. A curse somewhere during a black flash, and a burning sound that faded again against the gruff sound near her cheek.
"Snap out a' it"
Casse never heard that though through the screaming the issued from her mouth. It was dead. She'd killed it. For the man now holding her, she'd killed the only important thing in her life. It felt like her soul and heart was shredded worse than her body could come near to. And then it was gone.....the numbing feeling had taken her legs, and was traveling up her body very fast.
Her eyes rolled in her head, and she blinked them wide when something struck her cheek sharply. "Don't go tha way, Casse. It's not yer time."
Her eyes rolled to him, still dark, and deader in the blue color, than they had been in the pure black of her anger. His face was coming in to her field of vision slowly. Dark and rough, with those eyes. Those eyes that haunted her mind and her dreams.
Her daddy. Why couldn't she move her hand? A sharp blow was struck on her opposite cheek. Why was he? And her other one. Her eyes rolled to a side, and she felt her body moved like a sack of potatoes until she could see his face again. It was at an odd angle. And did it seem fuzzy? Sharp blow again. No, not so sharp anymore. It was softer. Further away.
He was saying something....but she couldn't hear. It was too quiet. Was he whispering? Why didn't he talk louder? Was that a tingle in her cheek? Then. There. Again. It came back. Sharper, sharper, her cheek was bleeding now, and burning, and things were coming clearer. His face. His voice, angry, and full of fear.
"Yer not going to die on me, akiko tsuki. I won't loose you, too."
Why was he afraid? He was never afraid. He was her daddy. Indestructible. Unbeatable. He was like god. But human. Weren't all daddy's like that? What was happening? Everything kept going black and then the pain in her cheek would come again and she'd see his face.
Why didn't he have any more cuts on his face? Why was he crying? Why wasn't he bleeding. She gasped suddenly as she felt her head slapped really hard, like she'd caught the full brunt and he stopped when she convulsed and coughed. Something thick and dark bubbled up from between her lips. Was that black? It shouldn't be black.
Why was it black? And then it struck her, like a flood of lucid pictures, as her eyes rolled back into her head and the world seemed to be lost completely in the blackness, like the stuff that coursed down her lips, her voice just barely collecting enough to whisper.
"Your fault."
