Tradgedy's Touch
Umm, yeah, I put Emma Frost and Betsy Braddock in here. I might also have the dude be Sinister, I haven't decided yet. I know hardly anything of any of these characters. A tid bit of their past, which I'll be changing drastically, and their powers and apperances. So yeah, if I do things wrong, sorry, it's the way I need it. lol
[Chapter 5]
The blue clad woman next to her squeezed her shoulder. "Alright Rogue, you've done this two times before, only difference is, she might have someone protecting her."
The twelve-year-old girl nodded. Her tiny, 5" figure adorned tight fitting black clothes. She wore gloves and her long auburn hair was back in a braid.
Looking away from the two-story house she gazed up at the gorgeous purple haird woman beside her.
"This one's a mutant, isn't she?" The girl questioned.
"Yes. You've absorbed one before. The scientist, oh, what was his name-"
"Fredrick." Rogue replied lazily.
"Right. It's the same deal, go in there, touch the woman and absorb her until you've absorbed her completely."
Rogue nodded. "Ah understand. Ya're not goin' ta supervise this one are ya?"
"Just be happy it's not Miss. Frost luv." The Asia looking woman assured her.
Rogue shook her head, slightly amused. "True."
"Good. Now, go on. He doesn't accept failure."
"Ah know." Rogue assured with a nod.
She watched as the blind woman sat down. "On break?" She asked the other woman in the room.
"Am I ever on break?" The other woman questioned. The second woman meant nothing to Rogue besides possible trouble.
She remembered her frist time she'd done this. It had been a senetor. He had known about mutants and had wanted to expose them. She had been sent to absorb him completely and retain all his information. Ms. Frost and Ms. Braddock then got the information from. They had known that having a mind so powerful in Rogue's could be too much for the girl to handle so the two telepaths had blocked it out and had taught Rogue how to enforce and create such sheilds. They even had it in mind to have her absorb a weak telepath in the near future.
The second one she had absorbed was that scientist Psylocke had spoken about before she'd entered the house. He had been a mutant with the ability to paralyze an opponent. Trick was, they had to be close, very close, and their eyes had to meet. Not useful except for in close combat, and the scientist never had much use for it. Rogue would though, and ever since she'd absorbed him completely, she'd had his power. The man went into what appears to be a coma since his mind was completely in Rogue's. Just like the first time, it had been too much and since Ms. Frost had been the one to supervise, she had to be the one to pick her up off the floor of the man's home and drag her back to the station and her and Psylocke had gotten the information needed then had surpressed his mind for Rogue.
Rogue was pulled out of her thoughts as the dark haird woman got up and left the room. Rogue then entered quietly. She didn't have to worry about being unseen, the woman was blind.
As she neared the woman she looked at her. She was staring blankly in the direction the woman had gone; she looked thoughtful, though Rogue couldn't see behind her sunglasses.
Rogue just stared at the woman for a long moment, trying to imagine what it was going to be like, having her in her mind, having her perminantly trapped within her till she herself dies.
Then suddenly, the young girl's pale hand flung itself out and wrapped itself around the woman's neck, holding tightly, hardly leaving the woman with much air.
The woman did have enough air to gasp though, her mouth hanging open, surprised. Rogue gasped too, and it took all her strength not to shout out. Absorbing her, this woman, was so different then anything she had absorbed before. Her mind rushed in like a sledgehammer, pounding into her with so many images, so many thoughts, so much knowledge, so many years.
Normally Rogue could keep control as she absorbed people. She had been trained to keep control. Yet now that it came down to it, it was too much. She gasped, loudly. She didn't even have the mind to think that the other woman was going to hear her, didn't even have the mind to listen for her, to watch for her. Didn't really know she existed, that was until wham! A heel connected with her head and Rogue fell to the ground, hard, her hand having been wrenched away from the elder woman, who collapsed.
Rogue, trained for combat, quickly got to her feet and moved into a fighting stance across from a blue woman. This wasn't the same woman as before… or was it?
"What did you do to her?!" The blue woman dressed in white demanded.
Rogue, who was staring at the blue woman with red hair from behind a hood, didn't respond verbally, instead, she thrust her tiny body at the woman, her foot aimed for the woman's chest.
Who Rogue presumed to be Raven, the woman Irene had been with before, moved aside and brought her leg around at Rogue as she landed. Rogue rolled forward and out of the way and Raven's heel hit a lamp stand and sent it, along with the lamp, crashing to the floor.
Raven turned in time to see the tiny figure's fist come at her chest. The taller woman did a backhand spring to avoid it but as soon as she was on her feet the dark-clad intruder's foot was rushing in a horizantal arch toward her. Raven caught the ankle between her palms and pulled it toward her.
Rogue flew toward the woman but with her remaining foot still on the ground she forced her body up and she brought her free leg around the first and her body twisted, causing her leg to twist, and causing the woman to loose her grip.
Raven didn't waste a breath to look at the intruder; she immediately preformed an axis kick, aiming her heel for the tiny person's chest. They rolled away though and was instantly on their feet.
"What are you doing here?!" Raven demanded of the person who's face was hidden behind a hood. "Who are you?! Answer me!!"
Rogue didn't answer, she just grasped a vase that was on an entertainment set and thrust it at the woman. The woman caught it and set it down on a coffee table, but as she did Rogue flew at her, forcing her to the ground and knocking the vase down while she was at it. It crashed off the table.
The two women continued to fight, both hardly touching each other. As they did so, the woman Irene woke to the sound of their exchanges. She looked in the direction she heard the fighting and it was then that she was overcome with a vision. Two actually. Both were branches off of Mystique's reaction, how she handled it. One leaving Irene's body a mere vegetable.
Irene's now uncovered eyes widened. "Raven." She muttered, the woman hadn't heard her though. She finally had the upper hand against the intruder. Both were sweating and tired, but Mystique had more strength and experience. It had only been a matter of time before she brought the other down, and with a swift tackle, the person fell to the floor, not without them taking Raven down with them though.
Raven, who managed to recover first, pressed down on the square of the attacker's back and forced them into the ground. "Answer me!" She growled, pressing even harder.
The intruder moved their arms back and grasped Raven's arm and pulled hard. Raven forced the hand away, lifted the figure, and basically held it before her. She hadn't yet gotten a good glimpse of their face and now, their breathing hard, it seemed to be a good moment to.
Rogue punched at the woman but the woman blocked the hand and forced it away. Then she grasped the hood and forced it back.
Rogue didn't know what it was that stunned the woman. Something about herself stunned the odd looking woman. Perhaps it was her youth. She didn't know, but the woman stared for a while, her mouth nearly gasping, at her hair.
"Raven, don't do it." Irene whispered. Raven heard the woman, but didn't know what she was talking about, she couldn't even think to think of what she was talking about. Aburn hair, the same shade! She'd never forget. Not just that either, that white streak, right where…
Her gaze shifted to the child's, looking around the perfect age. Her complection… so pale… Then she looked to the eyes. The same eyes. It couldn't be! It was… it had to be!!
Then she couldn't move. Mystique was seriously frozen in her spot, not by free will at all. She could see, but she couldn't move her eyes. They were trapped, her whole body was.
The young girl before her smirked. "Foolish woman." She stood up and all Raven could see where the girl's knees. All she could think of was that she needed to move. She needed to see her daughter! It was her daughter! It had to be! Then she remembered Irene. Her daughter was after Irene… and she couldn't do anything to stop her!
Rogue approached the woman, and Irene knew what had happened. "Don't do it child. You cannot handle my powers."
Rogue ignored her and stood in front of her.
"Child, the responsibility of this mutation is too much for someone as young as yourself to handle. You will see things, things that will keep you from sleeping, things that will torment your every waking and sleeping hour; you don't want to do this." Irene warned.
Rogue faltered for a second, keeping her hand only inches away from the woman's neck.
"Don't do it." Irene said softly.
Rogue still just stood there. She knew though that the woman would break free of her frozen state soon enough though and so, she grasped onto the blind woman.
"NO! You can't do this to me!" A twelve-year-old Pietro yelled.
Erick looked exasperatedly at his son. "It's what you want."
"It is not and you know it! First you do it to Wanda, and now me?! How could you?!" Pietro demanded, stomping his feet.
"You've been saying it's what you wanted for months! You want a caring father, a loving home, a home where the parents are there for you!! I'm going to give that to you!" Eric replied, frustrated.
"Yes that's what I want, but you just don't get it! I don't want a new family. I just want you!" Pietro declared.
Erick clenched his fists. "Well I obviously can't give you what you want so-"
"What I want is right in front of me; and off in a pscheward somewhere." Pietro interupted.
"Then why do you complain?"
"Because despite the fact you're right in front of me, you're never here. Not for me." Peitro replied more calmly, although the white haird child looked near to tears.
"And so I want to give you someone who will."
"No! You just want to get rid of me, just like you wanted to get rid of Wanda!" Pietro cried.
"She was out of control! You know that!"
"It wasn't just that! She reminded you of mom. I saw it, every time you looked at her your heart broke cuz you'd think of her! You think Wanda should have been able to have done more, to save her. But she was only five, she couldn't have. You used her powers as an excuse! There were people you could have gone to, you just refused to! I heard you speaking with Raven when we were seven, when you sent her off. She spoke of several people and all of them you refused!"
"You don't understand Pietro." Eric said calmly.
"I understand! What is there to not understand?!"
"Everything!" Eric shouted.
Pietro looked startled and he stepped away.
"You don't understand anything Pietro! You asked for this, it's what your getting! You're not going to be stuck with me and my crazy plans anymore!"
Silent tears streamed down the boy's face. "Please don't." He begged quietly.
A pained expression crossed Magneto's face and he suddenly looked as old as he was. "I can't take care of you Pietro." His words, this time, were sincere. "I do not know how. You must understand, when I was your age, I was in a concentration camp."
Pietro looked startled. "You mean like… from…"
"World WarII, yes Pietro."
Pietro didn't respond, he was frozen. He hadn't known this… he really didn't know much about his father.
"You don't look so well Erick." A barely composed Mystique told the man.
"I sent him away." And his expression became stoic.
"What?! You actually went through with it?!" Mystique demanded.
"I had to."
"No, you didn't! You should have been happy you had your kids!"
"I'm not in the mood for this Mysitque. Why are you here?"
"I, I want your help." Mystique replied, figuring he'd be more willing to if she let the subject drop.
"With?"
"I saw her, I saw Adamma. She's alive. Whoever took her, they trained her to become a warrior. I saw her though!"
Eric stared at the woman. "She's been gone for seven years Mystique, you already searched for three. She's dead."
"No! I saw her!"
"When?" Eric questioned, skeptical.
"About a week ago. She came to Irene's home and did something to her. I saw her then though, I fought her! She's good, exceptional for her age. We have to find her!"
"How do you know it was her?"
"Her hair, remember the white streaks. She had them. Same spot!"
"It could be dye Raven."
"And her eyes. I'll never forget my daughter's eyes."
"Tons of people have green eyes."
"It was her! Even her complextion was the same! She was so pale!!"
"What color was she dressed in?" Erick questioned further.
"Black… why?"
"Goths these days, they paint their faces white. Mystique, you're children are dead."
"No! I saw her! I saw her!"
"It wasn't her Raven. Calm down. Listen to me. The girl probably dyed her bangs white, people do that. There are tons of people with green eyes and anyway, there are colored contacts that she could have used to make her eyes that green. And lastly, especially after hearing of her attire, teenagers who like to call themselves Goth paint their faces white."
"How would you know this? You are an old man."
Erick's jaw tensed. "I keep informed Raven. It is my job to know all I can know." He growled.
Mystique sighed. "Perhaps your right."
"Mystique, your daughter's gone."
Mystique sighed. "I know."
[To be Continued]
Thanx to Sadomasochistic, Blowfish the Monkey Tamer, Shattered Souls, King-Cold, StArY1233, Dragon Blade5, Sarah Crysala, and Rogue77 for reading my fic and even more for reviewing it. I appreciate it SO much! Sorry I haven't said my thanx sooner.