My Last Breath by Evanescence
It hadn't been hard to make Magneto, Mystique and Toad leave considering the stare Angel gave them. Though, what she showed them just gave them more reason to kill her when they had the chance.
The owner was, deservingly, unhappy about his mutant tenants and this time had just reason to kick them out. Luckily, they also had reason enough to leave. Professor Xavier had just as many connections as the anti-mutant owner. The mansions was repaired and fixed with a new alarm. Neither party spoke of the incidents that had occurred in the past night. Another scuffle kept quiet.
It didn't take long for routines to go back to normal. Seeing Angel quietly make appearances through the mansion, the Professor thought on changing Angel's role in the mansion. Let her take some classes, which she would probably deny, or even let the students learn from her how to make their powers extremely powerful. He even had thoughts of letting her try on a uniform. However, he knew she wouldn't be able to take his orders, she already had directions she had been assigned to follow.
Professor Xavier would have left Angel alone to fit into the school as she wanted but her thoughts kept nagging at him, even if he wasn't listening. 'I have to tell them.' 'I can't stay here.' 'Should I just disappear? It would be easier.' 'I can't shirk my duties.'
Finally, Professor Xavier brought the X-men into his office. He had warned Angel ahead of time of the meeting but she was still late. By the time she came in, everyone had been gathered. "Angel has something she has to tell you," Professor Xavier explained. After that day in the hotel, most could see Angel had changed. She was more stiff and occupied but still kept her now respected silence.
Her eyes glanced at the faces and then down to the necklace. She popped the marble out of the angel's hands and placed it on the coffee table in front of her but far enough from curious hands. What was that thing? Logan thought, not for the first time.
Angel stared at it not knowing what to say. As the others turned their glances over to it, she found a place to start. "I found that in my pocket. It's what makes my voice powerful. If any of you touched it, it would make your power too strong to control." Her testing voice matched her eyes that searched the faces. "That's why I won't let anyone else touch it," she added, making sure they got the point. They mostly gawked at her and the marble. Only the Professor seemed mildly surprised and in his eyes could be seen a little awe as his hand brushed his mouth. Her voice lost some of its volume. "I earned it through my family. They were killed by Magneto and his men."
No one knew what to say first so Angel tried to answer the questions she could anticipate. "As long as I have this with me, I won't be able to control my voice but it's a responsibility I cannot let go. It's the same reason for why I'm leaving." She didn't pause to see what they would say; she didn't even look up. "Just because my family's gone doesn't mean I can stop what they were trying to do. It actually puts more pressure on me to finish the job." She looked up but still didn't allow a pause. "And anything you tell me can't stop me." It was more of a challenge than a statement but no one stepped up. Even Kurt found new respect for her, as if there wasn't enough coming form him.
"What's the job?" Cyclops asked as if it was in everyone's minds.
Angel shook her head and looked down. "I can't tell you that." She raised her head. "I shouldn't have mentioned it." Cyclops nodded his head and Angel was surprised by his understanding.
The unspoken agreement was still in the air as she left the room, putting the marble back in its place. She stepped outside with the backpack over her shoulder, knowing the small town she was headed fro probably had some of the Hoods who had attacked the mansion. However, no one needed to know it was her who screamed. She put her hood on her sweatshirt up over her head. She would need a new outfit.
Angel stopped and turned to take a last look at the mansion. Syren was in a window looking out at her, seeing the smile on Angel's face. She would never have such an odd friendship again. She left the window when she saw Wolverine approach Angel.
"Requel!" When he was close enough he lowered his voice and body expression so that no one spying on them would know what was happening. However, people had learned to respect their 'conversations.' Logan's temper could be felt in his words. "What do you mean leaving like this? You didn't even clue me in that you were leaving at all. How can you turn you back on us? You know what we've been through." He took a breath. "What I've been through."
Requel's kind eyes smiled up at him. She might be a different person now but she couldn't forget what happened here. She took his hand and wrapped it around the angel around her neck; her hands covered his own. She raised her face to meet his lips. The kiss was deeper than before but broke when her mantra came back to her mind. 'Duty before pleasure. Duty before needs.' She put a small smile on her face, unfolding Logan's hands. Her eyes sparkled with yet shed tears.
She turned her back on Loan and after a moment, he did the same, both going their separate ways.
Logan huffed as he went back inside. Women, he would never understand their fickle minds.
Requel stared at the road passing beneath her feet. She would never forget this place, or the people. Never.
It hadn't been hard to make Magneto, Mystique and Toad leave considering the stare Angel gave them. Though, what she showed them just gave them more reason to kill her when they had the chance.
The owner was, deservingly, unhappy about his mutant tenants and this time had just reason to kick them out. Luckily, they also had reason enough to leave. Professor Xavier had just as many connections as the anti-mutant owner. The mansions was repaired and fixed with a new alarm. Neither party spoke of the incidents that had occurred in the past night. Another scuffle kept quiet.
It didn't take long for routines to go back to normal. Seeing Angel quietly make appearances through the mansion, the Professor thought on changing Angel's role in the mansion. Let her take some classes, which she would probably deny, or even let the students learn from her how to make their powers extremely powerful. He even had thoughts of letting her try on a uniform. However, he knew she wouldn't be able to take his orders, she already had directions she had been assigned to follow.
Professor Xavier would have left Angel alone to fit into the school as she wanted but her thoughts kept nagging at him, even if he wasn't listening. 'I have to tell them.' 'I can't stay here.' 'Should I just disappear? It would be easier.' 'I can't shirk my duties.'
Finally, Professor Xavier brought the X-men into his office. He had warned Angel ahead of time of the meeting but she was still late. By the time she came in, everyone had been gathered. "Angel has something she has to tell you," Professor Xavier explained. After that day in the hotel, most could see Angel had changed. She was more stiff and occupied but still kept her now respected silence.
Her eyes glanced at the faces and then down to the necklace. She popped the marble out of the angel's hands and placed it on the coffee table in front of her but far enough from curious hands. What was that thing? Logan thought, not for the first time.
Angel stared at it not knowing what to say. As the others turned their glances over to it, she found a place to start. "I found that in my pocket. It's what makes my voice powerful. If any of you touched it, it would make your power too strong to control." Her testing voice matched her eyes that searched the faces. "That's why I won't let anyone else touch it," she added, making sure they got the point. They mostly gawked at her and the marble. Only the Professor seemed mildly surprised and in his eyes could be seen a little awe as his hand brushed his mouth. Her voice lost some of its volume. "I earned it through my family. They were killed by Magneto and his men."
No one knew what to say first so Angel tried to answer the questions she could anticipate. "As long as I have this with me, I won't be able to control my voice but it's a responsibility I cannot let go. It's the same reason for why I'm leaving." She didn't pause to see what they would say; she didn't even look up. "Just because my family's gone doesn't mean I can stop what they were trying to do. It actually puts more pressure on me to finish the job." She looked up but still didn't allow a pause. "And anything you tell me can't stop me." It was more of a challenge than a statement but no one stepped up. Even Kurt found new respect for her, as if there wasn't enough coming form him.
"What's the job?" Cyclops asked as if it was in everyone's minds.
Angel shook her head and looked down. "I can't tell you that." She raised her head. "I shouldn't have mentioned it." Cyclops nodded his head and Angel was surprised by his understanding.
The unspoken agreement was still in the air as she left the room, putting the marble back in its place. She stepped outside with the backpack over her shoulder, knowing the small town she was headed fro probably had some of the Hoods who had attacked the mansion. However, no one needed to know it was her who screamed. She put her hood on her sweatshirt up over her head. She would need a new outfit.
Angel stopped and turned to take a last look at the mansion. Syren was in a window looking out at her, seeing the smile on Angel's face. She would never have such an odd friendship again. She left the window when she saw Wolverine approach Angel.
"Requel!" When he was close enough he lowered his voice and body expression so that no one spying on them would know what was happening. However, people had learned to respect their 'conversations.' Logan's temper could be felt in his words. "What do you mean leaving like this? You didn't even clue me in that you were leaving at all. How can you turn you back on us? You know what we've been through." He took a breath. "What I've been through."
Requel's kind eyes smiled up at him. She might be a different person now but she couldn't forget what happened here. She took his hand and wrapped it around the angel around her neck; her hands covered his own. She raised her face to meet his lips. The kiss was deeper than before but broke when her mantra came back to her mind. 'Duty before pleasure. Duty before needs.' She put a small smile on her face, unfolding Logan's hands. Her eyes sparkled with yet shed tears.
She turned her back on Loan and after a moment, he did the same, both going their separate ways.
Logan huffed as he went back inside. Women, he would never understand their fickle minds.
Requel stared at the road passing beneath her feet. She would never forget this place, or the people. Never.