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: Easier to Run - Linkin Park
Chapter 2
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Nights were cold, they always were. Aislin shivered as she stood in front of the tombstone, her mother's. Her jacket offered little to no comfort against the night's cold.
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It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Then face all this pain here all alone
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There were times she just didn't want to wake up, just roll over and keep on sleeping, have the cold overtake her senses, freeze her.
A movement caught her eyes, a change of light, a shadow silently moving, it could have been a streetcat, another homeless, but she knew that was not the case. Her eyes narrowed behing the dark glasses that kept her eyes from a world that did not want to see them.
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Something has been taken
From deep inside of me
A secret I've kept locked away
No one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
For years and years they've played
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They didn't want her, it didn't matter. Her soul was too well protected by the scars to care, a vast, constricting maze of mental scars that surrounded her essence. Scars of wounds no one ever saw, yet they were for the world to see, if they could only look into her eyes without falling victim to their spell.
It was strange, Aislin thought, even without her using her power to hypnotize people, they still fell victim to her eyes.
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If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave I would
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She had learned not to care, changed to survive. With stood the nightmares to survive, even though the images of her dead mother still flashed through her head, her mother's bloody, broken body, tattered clothes, fear and pain on the lifeless face.
"Should have been me," Aislin sat down, back against the stone, trying to pretend she wasthe eight year old, the stone was her mother's body, sitting like they used to sit in the evening, in their small apartment, after dinner.
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Sometimes I remember
The darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories
I wish I didn't have
Sometimes I think of letting go
And never looking back
And never moving forward so
There would never be a past
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"Should have been me," Aislin murmurred again, and it could have been her. No tears touched her face to streak through the dirt and show the world the girl's mourning.
It was like a wound that never completely healed, at first, you felt a stabbing pain, you would think you were sure to die. But the stabbing would grow less, untill a dull, throbbing pain, picked on enough to harden you against the pain, untill it was as if you looked at a movie you played in, as if it was not really you that went through that particular piece of hell.
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Just washing it aside
All of the helplessness inside
Pretending I don't feel misplaced
Is so much simpler than change
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It was that pain that had pushed Aislin into becoming who she was today. The world didn't treat her fair, then she wouldn't act fair towards them. Yeah, she could pretend to be normal, but what good would it do? Precious pictures of make-believe. They would see her eyes, the silver kaleidoscope, and then those precious pictures would be tarnished, leaving her soul to bleed once more.
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It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Then face all this pain here all alone
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Another movement caught her eyes, footsteps, stopping right in front of her. Aislin lazily lifted her head, the darkened glasses making the figure even more obscure to see in the night. She lifted them to reast in her hair, even in the starless night, her silver eyes shimmered, grasping the attention of the one in front of her.
A/N: ooooow... cliffhanger, I am learning from the best (BlackRoseApocalyps)