~Not much to say about this one; another Movie-Mystique POV. After X1, before X2 begins~
Swings
My name is Raven Darkholme. To the mutants of the Brotherhood and of Xavier's school, I am Mystique. To the world at large; I am a reformed Senator Kelly.
I am alone. Magneto is in his plastic prison. Toad is ash spread out over the waters of the Liberty Island harbor. Sabertooth? Who knows. I don't.
I fear I am slowly going insane. Some days, I look at myself in one of the expensive imported Oriental mirrors in Kelly's luxurious home, and become confused. About who I really am.
What I really am.
It is difficult to define... My body and voice are now usually the Senators.... But he is dead. Sometimes, it is hard for me to remember who I really am.
Raven. The real me; not Mystique.
I guess that's why I needed a break. This morning, I telephoned my secretary and told her I was ill. I then drove to the edge of town. I needed some fresh air. I parked my car and went for a brisk walk.
It was twilight when I came across the playground.
It had been snowing gently all day, meaning that the sand and most of the equipment was covered with a light sprinkling of snow.
Which was probably why it was empty. No laughing children, no parents sitting on the snow-covered benches.
The snow crunched under my feet as I walked with the long strides of a man, towards the swingset. How long had it been since I had played on one of these? I wiped the snow off the seat with one hand.
Senator Kelly's hand. Out of place in this quiet world of snow-covered shapes. With a quick flash of blue scales, it shrank and became a child's gloved hand.
So became the rest of my body. A young girl's; no older than six or seven. Innocent to the world.
I slowly clambered up onto the black rubber seat; gripping the pair of chains that held it up in my mittened hands.
An elderly couple passed by on the sidewalk across the street, walking their dog. A train sounded it's bell somewhere in the distance.
My legs pumped and soon I was leisurely swinging back and forth. My small booted feet, partially obscured by my pink dress and overlong winter coat rised up above the horizon as I watched, framed by the setting sun.
A beautifull picture.
A young girl, swinging in the quiet world of snow; a sunset above me, giving an orange-red tint to my blond hair.
A thought occured to me; how long had it been since I really appreciated a sunset? A quiet winter evening?
I'd been so busy with cancelling 'my' anti-mutant carreer...
Another thought came; what would Magneto say if he saw me like this? As a little girl, playing on a swing?
I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
At the peak of my next swing, I lept off. When I hit the ground, I was again Senator Kelly.
I would have to endure. For Magneto. For mutantkind.
...For me.
For a better future.
As I strode away, the swing creaked behind me, as if bidding farewell.
And I felt a sense of loss... for I had never been, and never really could be, the child that had just been inocently playing on the playground.
Because I had never had a real childhood.
Swings
My name is Raven Darkholme. To the mutants of the Brotherhood and of Xavier's school, I am Mystique. To the world at large; I am a reformed Senator Kelly.
I am alone. Magneto is in his plastic prison. Toad is ash spread out over the waters of the Liberty Island harbor. Sabertooth? Who knows. I don't.
I fear I am slowly going insane. Some days, I look at myself in one of the expensive imported Oriental mirrors in Kelly's luxurious home, and become confused. About who I really am.
What I really am.
It is difficult to define... My body and voice are now usually the Senators.... But he is dead. Sometimes, it is hard for me to remember who I really am.
Raven. The real me; not Mystique.
I guess that's why I needed a break. This morning, I telephoned my secretary and told her I was ill. I then drove to the edge of town. I needed some fresh air. I parked my car and went for a brisk walk.
It was twilight when I came across the playground.
It had been snowing gently all day, meaning that the sand and most of the equipment was covered with a light sprinkling of snow.
Which was probably why it was empty. No laughing children, no parents sitting on the snow-covered benches.
The snow crunched under my feet as I walked with the long strides of a man, towards the swingset. How long had it been since I had played on one of these? I wiped the snow off the seat with one hand.
Senator Kelly's hand. Out of place in this quiet world of snow-covered shapes. With a quick flash of blue scales, it shrank and became a child's gloved hand.
So became the rest of my body. A young girl's; no older than six or seven. Innocent to the world.
I slowly clambered up onto the black rubber seat; gripping the pair of chains that held it up in my mittened hands.
An elderly couple passed by on the sidewalk across the street, walking their dog. A train sounded it's bell somewhere in the distance.
My legs pumped and soon I was leisurely swinging back and forth. My small booted feet, partially obscured by my pink dress and overlong winter coat rised up above the horizon as I watched, framed by the setting sun.
A beautifull picture.
A young girl, swinging in the quiet world of snow; a sunset above me, giving an orange-red tint to my blond hair.
A thought occured to me; how long had it been since I really appreciated a sunset? A quiet winter evening?
I'd been so busy with cancelling 'my' anti-mutant carreer...
Another thought came; what would Magneto say if he saw me like this? As a little girl, playing on a swing?
I suddenly felt uncomfortable.
At the peak of my next swing, I lept off. When I hit the ground, I was again Senator Kelly.
I would have to endure. For Magneto. For mutantkind.
...For me.
For a better future.
As I strode away, the swing creaked behind me, as if bidding farewell.
And I felt a sense of loss... for I had never been, and never really could be, the child that had just been inocently playing on the playground.
Because I had never had a real childhood.