Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, any of the songs in this story only my own OC and the storyline.
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Song used: Through Her Eyes - Dream Theatre
Prologue
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She never really had a chance
On that fateful moonlit night
Sacrificed without a fight
A victim of her circumstance
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It was late at night as a small figure sneaked into the cemetary, an eery place to be. The figure proved to be a child, about eight years old, a girl. She wore a jeans jacket of a fading blue colour, dirty jeans and T-shirts and very old sneakers. In her hands, she held a withering hand of selfpicked flowers. Her eyes glittered eerily in the dark as she kneeled in front of a tombstone.
"Good night mommy," she whispered softly, "sleep well, no more worries. Daddy will pay for what he did to us. He didn't fight for us, he let them have us. Let them kill you. They will all pay."
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Now that I've become aware
And I've exposed this tragedy
A sadness grows inside of me
It all seems so unfair
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Her little hand reached out to touch the writing on the stone, silent, pearl like tears fell from her eyes, pearls of a child not understanding the cruelty the world she lived in bore.
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I'm learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes
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A cloud left the moon, left it to shine with a soft glow over the young child, leaving a dirty round face, and kaleidoscope like eyes, glittering silver, her hair a dirty blond. Eyes you could never forget if you looked into them.
The girl got up, feeling exposed by the moon shining on her and she quietly disappeared int othe dark night, vowing softly: "I'll come back, mommy."
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Just beyond the churchyard gates
Where the grass is overgrown
I saw the writing on her stone
I felt like I would suffocate
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Years went by, but the girl did not return. Grass and weeds battled over dominance over the stone, wind and harsh weather all but earsing the writing on the stone. The flowers the child had left had wilted and died, crumbling to dust untill the wind had spread it over the earth it could reach.
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Inloving memory of our child
So innocent, eyes open wide
I felt so empty as I cried
Like part of me had died
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Nearly ten years, the grave was forgotten, standing the shadow of an old, dying tree. But the child returned, in the form of a hardened young woman. Her eyes were now hidden by sunglasses, her hair no longer blonde, but died in a bright, eye hurting, neon blue. Her face was still dirty, or again, her clothes old, dirty, ripped in some places.
Her mouth was set in a thin line as she kneeled in front of the stone she had only seen a little more then nine years ago.
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I'm learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes
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"Told ya I'd come back, mom," she murmurred as her hand reached out to wipe the dirty stone, trying to make the writing a little more visble.
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And as her image
Wandered through my head
I wept just like a baby
As I lay awake in bed
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The young woman, seventeen years old now, sat on her knees in front of the stone, head bowed as she relived the years she had spend away from this city, the city that held the memories she would rather have forgotten, memories that had kept her awake, memories that had fueled her desire to live.
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And I know what it's like
To lose someone you love
And this felt just the same
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As she sat there, she remembered just how she had felt all those years before. A scared, young eight year old, wilting daisies in her hand. Standing in front of her mother's grave and for a flash, she was that girl again. Only a flash.
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She wasn't given any choice
Desperation stole her voice
I've been given so much more in life
I've got a son, I've got a wife
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"I'll make them pay, mom, I'm stronger now, they have no chance against me now. No way to protect them from me, no way for them to disobey my command," she lowered the sunglasses, her eyes still the same, hypnotic kaleidoscope silver eyes.
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I had to suffer one last time
To grieve for her and say goodbye
Relive the anguish of my past
To find out who I was at last
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"The last person they will see will be me. Like they were the last you saw. I can't be denied, I'll make them do what they hate, make them destroy themselves," she spoke in a low voice. The young woman was a product of actions taken against her and her kind, and a deep hate had embedded itself as a roommate in her heart.
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The door has opened wide
I'm turning with the tide
Looking through her eyes
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"Aislin Simmons will become their worst nightmare, who would have thought? And best is, they will never see me coming," she giggled, before her face returned to the normal scowl, she slid on her sunglasses again and got up, leaving the cemetary.
This time, it was broad daylight, and her appearance caused an elderly couple to shuffle out of the way as she walked passed them. A smirk played on her lips: they would never know what hit them.
A/N: I know, no X-Men yet, it will come. And yes, she is insane, to a point. It will be explained. All in due time, all in due time.