I Am My Own Worst Enemy
The First Struggle
A/N- Thank you to everyone who keeps reviewing and keeping my hopes up I love you all!!! Sorry about the late update, I kinda had a writer's block. Anyways- Disclaimer- I do not own X-Men Evolution or any of the characters, except my darling Hecate.
The silence in the room was even more painful than a metal concert. No one could believe what they heard, and all of the students were trying to process in their minds that Hecate is immortal.
"But....um....Prof? How can she....I mean...," Kitty stuttered.
"I know it's hard to believe," The Prof. started nodding his head with a thoughtful expression on his face, "but her coven, the group of witches she is descended from have the knowledge and power to unlock immortality, but there is still far more, and perhaps Hecate herself would like to tell you,"
The Prof. wheeled himself around so that he was facing a bookshelf on the wall near the window. It goes without saying that the students were confused, but still, watched patiently to see what he would do.
"Hecate, I believe that I am not helping to unravel the confusion that surrounds you, but maybe, you would like to do the honors?" They turned their heads to where the Prof. was looking, but no one appeared, and not a sound was heard.
Kurt's sharp ears perked at a slight fluttering sound that came from behind him. He turned around, expecting to see the intimidating Hecate, but instead saw only a white piece of paper falling towards the ground. He stared at it for a moment wondering where in the world it could have come from. Kurt bent down to pick it up, and flipped it over.
What he saw caused his eyes to be the size of dinner plates.
"Guys!" Kurt yelped, "Come here! You vont believe what I found!" Scott, Jean, Kitty, Evan, and Rogue all dashed over and surrounded Kurt. They too, accompanied Kurt's silent gasp.
"Ma god," Rogue breathed.
"She's.....beautiful," Scott's breath caught in his throat. Indeed, Scott's comment was well placed, for on the other side of the paper Kurt caught, was a picture. The picture was of a girl, probably about 15 years old. She had the most beautiful, golden, blonde hair. A perfect complexion to boot, and a sweet, honest smile was plastered on the girls face. What were most beautiful were her eyes.
"What nice green eyes she has," Scott said dreamily, seeing Jean in his head ((a/n- she has green eyes, right right?? please tell me)).
"Man, what are you talking about, those are so blue," Evan argued.
"Guys," Kurt started uneasily, "those eyes, they're the same gray color as...,"
"Mine," a cold wind swept down the spines of each of the X-Men, as an equally chilling voice cut through.
"Ah, Hecate," The Prof. greeted warmly, "I was just about to call you here," She nodded with that same empty expression. For the students, it was hard for them to believe that this attractive, expressive girl in the picture was the same, intimidating, stone cold girl they see before them.
"So, Hecate," Jean attempts to lighten the tension, she's sure the rest of her friends are feeling at the moment, "you said that was you in the picture?"
"Yes, I was not lying," Hecate, replies bluntly, her eyes closed, looking down at the ground while leaning against that wall.
"Well, I don't mean to be rude, but you look so completely different. The girl in the picture just doesn't seem like you,"
"In my coven, when it is our turn to be given the Book of Shadow, you learn the lies behind certain truths, and the truths behind certain lies, and with each passing year, comes another truth or lie, changing the way you view the world,"
The entire room now had their eyes on the witch. They knew she was not yet done with speaking. She began to speak, with a grim, dark look in her eyes. And despite the fact that she never really shows emotion, the X-Men shuddered in fear at the look in her eyes.
"This past year was just a bad year," That was all Hecate said before returning to her usual expressionless state. The students looked at each other with a mix of so many, raging emotions. There was no doubt about it, they were more than a little frightened by the girl, and yet, they couldn't help but feel sorry for her. It was obvious that having control of the Book of Shadow was a great burden, and that it took a lot to handle it.
Kurt looked back down at the picture and just noticed somebody else there with this beautiful girl.
"Hey Hecate," he asked, "Who's the guy you're with?" The X-men turned back to the picture, because none of them had seen the boy earlier either.
He was just as gorgeous as the old Hecate. His face was of that of a movie star's, and his smile was infectious. His hair was black, but looked silky smooth to the touch, and just as shiny. It was wavy and well kept with a few blonde streaks here and there. His eyes were a beautiful sky blue that really stood out against his dark hair.
They all turned back to Hecate, unsure of what her reaction would be. She walked over to Kurt, holding her same emotionless expression. She gently took the picture from his hand and stared at it for a moment. You could have heard a pin drop from the level of the silence in the room. Then, Hecate did the most surprising thing that they had ever seen her do. She smiled.
It was not a maniacal smile, nor was it smug. It was a pure, and innocent, if somewhat sad smile. There was so much passion and emotion in that simple expression, the X-Men did not think that she was capable of such a thing. They could almost see that same glow that they saw in the picture.
"He was a friend," she whispered, "A very dear friend," even Rogue couldn't help but be affected by the sadness in her voice. She placed the picture in that strange book she was always carrying around with her. She looked up at Kurt with a soft expression on her features.
"Thank you for finding that picture," she did sound, honestly grateful. She took two steps back into a corner, and sunk into the shadow, disappearing once again.
"Man, we are never gonna be able to figure her out are we Prof.?" Rogue asked shaking her head, feeling the tiniest bit sympathetic for Hecate.
"There are still many mysteries surrounding our new friend, but," The Prof. looked up at his students, hope and confidence blazing in his eyes, "she DID just open up to us. If just, a little, that is still a big step,"
The X-Men all looked at each other and nodded. They couldn't help, but feel like they now knew much more about this mysterious girl that they had before. Her strange emotions always seemed to be transmitted to the others, and they all felt that pain in her heart.
When she looked at that picture, they all could feel the weight of a painful memory, the kind that is not easy to let go of. Little did the students realize that in the hallway outside of her room, Hecate was gazing sadly at the said picture?
She wanted to forget all about it, after the catastrophe happened. She never wanted to have to see his or her own face ever again. She wanted to start over anew this year, just like that last year. But, she knew, she knew that that truth would be the only one she would never be able to accept.
A/N- DUNDUNDUNDUUUUUUUUN!!! I promise, another chapter is on its way SHORTLY. and thankyouthankyouthankyou to all the people that keep threatening me to continue. and for those of you wondering, Scarlet Witch is going to have an important role in this story. (and for people who don't like Wanda, stick around )