Tradgedy's Touch
Ahh! I just realized, chapter 2 may have stopped mid-way through it. Just keep pushing refresh if you never got to finish it and eventually it'll show up.
[Chapter 4]
Magda led the two girls into the grassy spot not far from the park. She set down the basket and waved the blanket out before putting it down. She then picked the basket up again and set it down in the middle of the blanket.
Turning to the two girls she saw that they had run off to the park. Adamma was walking on a narrow strip of wood above the swings and Wanda was climbing up after her.
Concerned, Magda hurried toward them. "Amma, get down now! Wanda, don't go up there."
Amma looked to the older woman and smiled. "Why? It's perfectly safe. I'm not going to fall."
"You don't know that, get down from there." Magda replied firmly as she approached them. She pulled Wanda down and held her on her hip. "Amma, get down from there."
"Alright." Amma replied with a smile, and before Magda could protest she jumped right off the edge.
"Amma!"
Amma was laughing. "It's just sand, I'm not gonna get hurt. Anyway, mummy's always jumping off high places and not getting hurt."
"Your mummy has been practising for more years then you have been alive. Now come on and don't do that again." She shook her head and took Amma's hand in her free one. "Almost gave me a heart attack."
"Sorry mommy." Wanda said, from her spot on Magda's hip.
"It's alright honey, just don't do it again." She set her daughter down on the blanket. Amma sat down on the other side of Magda. "Now, who wants a tuna fish sandwhich?" Magda asked, pulling two out.
"I do!" Both Wanda and Amma exclaimed, reaching out for them. Magda smiled and handed them each one before grabbing her own.
"Mommy? Wasn't Pietro suppose to be going with?" Wanda asked, nibbling at her sandwhich.
"Yes, but daddy decided to take him with him. Don't worry, he'll be taking you next." Magda assured her daughter.
"Why didn't he take us both?"
"Because you wanted to go on this picnic. He would have, but I didn't want you to miss this. You were so excited." Magda replied, caressing her daughter's hair.
"I guess. I'll just see daddy some other time." Wanda replied, but she didn't sound all right.
"I don't have a daddy." Amma whispered.
"Oh honey," Magda turned to the little pale girl just in time to see someone grab her. Magda's eyes widened and without even thinking threw herself toward the girl and grabbed hold.
Amma screamed. She didn't know what was going on but she didn't like it.
A sharp kick to Magda's head loosened her grip on Adamma and whoever it was who gripped her wrenched her from Magda's arms.
Magda, dazed from the blow swayed before slowly getting up. However, the assailant was fast and would have gotten away already if Adamma hadn't bitten down on their arm to the point of peircing his skin. The person was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He had dark brown hair with brown eyes and a gotee. Adamma couldn't help but be frightened and she ran to Magda as soon as he released her with a growl of pain.
Magda had an arm behind her back holding Adamma there and her other arm was holding Wanda back since she had gotten up too. She was looking at the man, fear behind her eyes. "We don't want trouble, go away." She said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Look lady, I just want the fair one, you don't have to get hurt." The man told her slowly.
"You can't have her!" Magda replied, trying to keep her voice steady and firm and she backed away from the man. The man continued to approach her.
"Would you rather me take the other?" He questioned, still following Magda as she backed away.
"No!" She yelled. She whirled around to grab the two girls and take off but the man had leapt at them. A poweful blow to Magda's head and she fell hard onto the ground yelling out Wanda and Amma's name then rolled over right onto the picnic stuff.
Desperate to get up, her hands went wild looking for something to grip, to help her up. They grasped the picnic basket and she began to pull herself up but the basket could not hold her weight. It toppled over and she fell back again, her head throbbing with pain as she listened to her blood rush behind her ears.
She felt two hard objects roll out of the basket and she looked. The fake champaigne for the girls, and the real for herself…
Once the annoying woman had been pushed aside the man approached the two kids. "Now, if you just cooperate this will be much easier." He told Adamma, snatching her arm.
"Leave her alone!" Wanda screamed. She thrust her hand out toward the man and an odd thing happened. It was engulfed in a blue glow and it rushed out of her and hit the man in the chest, throwing him back.
Magda, who had turned around with the bottles in hand saw this and had froze. Already?! Eric had told her it usually happened in their mid-teens!
The man got up and glared at the little black-haird girl. Her own blue eyes were wide, staring at her hands.
"Hmm… powers that come early are usually more powerful." He looked thoughtful. Magda's eyes widened and she scurried to her feet. "But I have orders. Get out of the way girl!" He growled at Wanda, moving back toward the two little girls.
"Wanda! Let's get out of here!" Adamma yelled, grasping onto Wanda's wrist.
"Let go! Amma, Mommy!" Wanda yelled.
The man, who was almost within reach of the kids, suddenly felt as if someone had set a firecracker off in his head and he fell to his knees. He vaguely saw as pieces of glass fall down around him and champaigne trickle down his back and the sides of his face. And then he felt something warmer, blood, trickle onto his neck.
Magda lifted the second bottle to bring down on the man's head but there was a gunshot and both adults gasped. The children froze.
"You idiot! Capture a five-year-old girl is too much for you?!" A blonde woman walked forward. Her eyes were blue, an icy blue that made Adamma shiver. Wanda might have, had she been looking, but she wasn't. Her eyes were on her fallen mother. It took her awhile to move, but when she finally did, she ran over to her.
"Mommy?! Mommy!" She shook the woman. Why was her chest bleeding?
The beautiful blonde woman who was dressed completely in white approached Adamma who was staring at Magda, frozen.
"Come on!" She grabbed the two-tone haird girl's arm and yanked her forward.The man who had attacked them got slowly to his feet.
"She nailed me with a wine bottle!" He growled at the woman. She rolled her eyes.
"She never should have gotten the chance. Imbocile." The woman replied, still dragging the little girl who was too stunned to really react yet.
"But Ms. Frost-"
"No buts! This was a complete failure on your part. I shouldn't have trusted you with this mission."
Suddenly Adamma came to her senses. "Let go of me! Magda! Wanda!" She screamed. Not sure weather she was calling for help or for confimation that they were all right.
Frost shook her head irritatededly. She looked at the little girl and with a gasp, the girl fell to the ground unconscious.
The woman and the man left then, leaving Wanda to her dead mother.
"Mommy, wake up." Wanda begged for the millionth time, but she knew it was useless. She'd known it was the first time she'd done it. Her mother was dead, she was gone.
Wanda hugged the corpse of her mother and burried her face in her mother's shirt. There she cried, there the trees were knocked over and the playground destroyed, there she stayed the night and into the morning. Once morning had come though, she saw the corpse, blue and eyes wide and dead, and she could bear it no longer. She had to go.
Getting up and looking away from her mother's body, she headed back in the direction she had come. This hadn't been the first time her mother had taken her to this park; she knew where she was going.
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"What happened?!" Eric practically yelped as he kneeled in front of his hysterical daughter. For the first time he ignored the flickering lights.
"The, the, the blonde woman shot her and took Adamma." Wanda cried.
He stood suddenly and shook his head. "No! It's not true! Take me to her."
"But daddy, I don't want to see it again." Wanda cried out, a lamp near-by shattering.
Eric gripped her shoulders. "Show me where Magda is!"
"She's at the park!" Wanda screamed, breaking loose of Eric and running out of the room and off down the hall.
"What was that all about?" Mysitque asked, walking into the room. They had just returned recently and she had come to find Magda and Adamma. The look on Magneto's face told her not to press him if he decided not to tell her, which he didn't. He just glared and rushed out of the room.
It wasn't until much later in the night that Mystique got to find out what happened. Pietro and Wanda had come to her. "Daddy won't let us come near him." Pietro said, he had an arm around Wanda who was hunched over, her hair in her face, and so pale she looked ill.
Mystique ushered them in before gently taking Wanda by the shoulders. "What is it Wanda?"
Wanda sniffled then looked at Mystique. "Mommy… mommy was killed." She cried.
Pietro looked away. He didn't know what to think of this. Wanda just had to be lying. That's why dad wasn't talking to them, because she had lied to him and tried to get him scared. Wanda wouldn't do that though, and dad wouldn't have locked them out, just yelled at them.
"What?!" Mystique questioned, taken aback. "How?!"
"A blonde woman. She shot mommy and took Amma." Mystique's eyes widened and she glanced at Pietro. She'd been looking for her daughter all day! Her daughter… her son… were both… gone now?
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Adamma woke and saw several people around her. A man with red hair and blue eyes was there. He had a bandage around his head. Adamma recognized him. It had been the one who attacked her! But he looked different… There was another person too. She was young, probably only seven, eight years older then Adamma. She had black hair with blue eyes and looked Asian. Then finally, there was a man who held himself in a way that reminded Adamma of Magneto. He wasn't Magneto though.
"Hello my dear, sleep well?" The man asked.
Adamma looked around. "Where am I? Where's mommy? And Wanda? And Magda?!" She demanded, sitting up rapidly.
"How about we forget about them." The man replied camly. "We've a place for you here. Now tell me, what is your name?"
Adamma glared. "Take me home!"
"You are home." Replied the man simply. "Now, your name."
"I won't tell you! You're a stranger!" Adamma said firmly, shaking her head violently.
"Do you want me to-"
"No." The man had stopped the young girl with the dark hair from speaking. "We mustn't scare her, you being in her head might just do that." He looked at Adamma. She had something in her hands, it was a brown wig. The man with the red hair looked at it.
"Hey! How'd you…?"
The man who seemed in charge laughed. "Quite the little rogue aren't we? Shall we call you that then? Rogue?"
"I don't care." Adamma snapped, thrusting the wig at him. He caught it and laughed.
"Betsy, why don't you take young Rogue to her quarters?"
The girl nodded and hopped up from the spot she had been sitting on on Rogue's bed. "Come on. Trust me, it's not that bad here."
Adamma looked around, not sure what to do.
"You better go." The man said. "You have no where else to go."
Unsurely Rogue stood up. Betsy took her hand and led her out.
Once the two were gone the redhead turned to the other man. "I think I heard the woman call her Anna."
The man nodded. "Yes, but she doesn't seem to be comfortable with us knowing her name. For now we will use Rogue. Soon she'll learn though, if we want to know something, we'll find out weather she wants us to or not."
The man nodded then laughed slightly. "Knowing the way you work, she'll never try to keep something from you."
The man smirked. "Of course not. There is too much pain involved with that."
[To be continued