DISCLAIMER: Although I have repetitiously attempted to gain control of the
Marvel universe, at this time, I am currently unable to obtain ownership.
Therefore, I am simply playing with their components and am content for now
with just owning what's mine.
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Owww.
Slowly, gingerly, I lift an arm to my head, shielding my face from the bright light seeping in through the slits of my eyelids. My head is throbbing. Not so much painfully, though, as dizzying.
Shifting ever so slightly, I allow myself to release a sigh of pleasure as I slide comfortably over silk sheets. Not wanting my dream to end, but still immensely curious, I open my eyes, taking in the view as I sit up, leaning against the headboard.
"Wow." The short, staccato word unpleasantly ruins the enchanting moment when I first take note of my current environment. The entire room is lavishly decorated with gold and other elegant ornamentations, tall windows allowing the dazzling sunlight streaming through to shimmer along the glittering surfaces. The high ceiling slopes to a cherry double-door. Already immense, the room appears even larger with the height of it. Off to the side is another door, open, leading to a bathroom.
Suddenly feeling kind of grungy, I slip quietly off the bed and pad barefoot to the shower. I'm slightly embarrassed to discover that I'm only wearing underwear. I wonder what happened to the rest of my clothes. One foot inside the glass door, I pause, noticing the closet. I shrug and go to steal something to wear when I get out - only to find that the walk- in is completely empty! Huffing, I whirl back around and stalk into the stall, turning the water on full blast, expecting to be burned.
Ahhh! It's freezing cold! Shocked, I fling my hands up in an attempt to stop the ice water from touching my goose-bumping skin. I hear a ploop sound. And another. And another. I open my eyes and look up.
Oh, shit. Dozens of those familiar looking itty bitty balls that I've been acquainting myself with are flying out of my fingertips and bouncing off the ceiling. I inhale sharply, preparing myself when --
-- the freezing blast of water hits me again --
-- and again --
--and again --
-- and again --
-- and again. I scream, simultaneously flinging an arm out to slide the glass plating out of the way so I can escape. It slams into its stopper with the force and shatters as I fall into a pile of its pieces. I blink, feeling faint, and attempt to push myself up in the shards, tiny beads of blood spattering in different directions. My eyes swirl to grey as I slowly recover and digest what just went on.
I can hear my heart beat as everything slows down and I study my surroundings. My eyes widen when I see the amount of blood spilt from collision. I hear a soft, whooshing sound as the remainder of those murderous orbs fulfill their purpose and fizzle out. At the door, I witness the blond girl from school, Tabitha, and Wanda flinging themselves into the doorway. Off to my other side, I hear a marble rolling across the tile. Wait - a marble!
I reel around, the fog lifting just in time for the sphere to touch my skin, emitting a bright flash of light before --
-- I'm falling again! I crash to the ground, slamming the side of my head into the splinters once more. Someone on my blind side grabs my arm and rolls me over while someone else throws a towel over my bare body. I shiver and convulse once, cringing. Painful tears begin to stream down my cheeks. I know they saw almost everything. Together, they lift me up and carry me back to the bed.
They set me down gently on the softness, but it still hurts and my mind shrieks in agony. I glance down at the visible part of my skin and nearly pass out at the size of some of the pieces emerging from my flesh. Tabitha stands off to the side, cursing under her breath as she holds a pile of towels, watching with concern as Wanda pulls up a chair next to the headboard. She's holding tweezers. Shit.
I howl.
The bedroom is soon flooded with spectators, most of whom look vaguely familiar, but they don't register in my preoccupied mind.
"What happened?" someone asks, shouting with worry.
"Aghh!" I yell as Wanda wrenches yet another, good-sized sliver out. Bits of skin and blood still cling to it. I feel like I'm going to puke.
"You'll never get them all out!" I recognize the voice as that of Pietro's. Why are all these people here? Where is here? I'm so confused! "We've gotta get her to the hospital!"
"Are you nuts!" I sense a low rumbling below the bed like an earthquake. "They'll find out she's a mutant and who knows what'll happen then!"
"Well what are we going to do?!"
"Got it." Wanda grits her teeth as she gains a good grip on the last visible chunk. Uh, oh. That means next comes under the towel. I hope she has the sense to get rid of these guys first. Owww!!! I ball my fists and pound them into the mattress, raising my back from the linens by a few inches as the glass comes out.
"Whoa. What the hell is that?" I open my tightly shut eyes and see an orb materialize above me and make its decent.
"No!!!" I shout.
"Fuck!!!" Wanda and Tabitha shout.
"What!?!" Everyone else shouts.
It lands. --
-- Everyone is silent, waiting. They let out a collective sigh of relief once they realize whatever was to occur has already happened. Wanda moves to continue plucking the additions out. She gasps.
"They're gone!"
I peek. She's right. Every speck of blood and every flake of glass has vanished. My heart is racing and I heave, exhausted. My eyelids flutter as I noticeably relax, tension flowing from my self.
It's over.
~~~~~~~~~~
Owww.
Slowly, gingerly, I lift an arm to my head, shielding my face from the bright light seeping in through the slits of my eyelids. My head is throbbing. Not so much painfully, though, as dizzying.
Shifting ever so slightly, I allow myself to release a sigh of pleasure as I slide comfortably over silk sheets. Not wanting my dream to end, but still immensely curious, I open my eyes, taking in the view as I sit up, leaning against the headboard.
"Wow." The short, staccato word unpleasantly ruins the enchanting moment when I first take note of my current environment. The entire room is lavishly decorated with gold and other elegant ornamentations, tall windows allowing the dazzling sunlight streaming through to shimmer along the glittering surfaces. The high ceiling slopes to a cherry double-door. Already immense, the room appears even larger with the height of it. Off to the side is another door, open, leading to a bathroom.
Suddenly feeling kind of grungy, I slip quietly off the bed and pad barefoot to the shower. I'm slightly embarrassed to discover that I'm only wearing underwear. I wonder what happened to the rest of my clothes. One foot inside the glass door, I pause, noticing the closet. I shrug and go to steal something to wear when I get out - only to find that the walk- in is completely empty! Huffing, I whirl back around and stalk into the stall, turning the water on full blast, expecting to be burned.
Ahhh! It's freezing cold! Shocked, I fling my hands up in an attempt to stop the ice water from touching my goose-bumping skin. I hear a ploop sound. And another. And another. I open my eyes and look up.
Oh, shit. Dozens of those familiar looking itty bitty balls that I've been acquainting myself with are flying out of my fingertips and bouncing off the ceiling. I inhale sharply, preparing myself when --
-- the freezing blast of water hits me again --
-- and again --
--and again --
-- and again --
-- and again. I scream, simultaneously flinging an arm out to slide the glass plating out of the way so I can escape. It slams into its stopper with the force and shatters as I fall into a pile of its pieces. I blink, feeling faint, and attempt to push myself up in the shards, tiny beads of blood spattering in different directions. My eyes swirl to grey as I slowly recover and digest what just went on.
I can hear my heart beat as everything slows down and I study my surroundings. My eyes widen when I see the amount of blood spilt from collision. I hear a soft, whooshing sound as the remainder of those murderous orbs fulfill their purpose and fizzle out. At the door, I witness the blond girl from school, Tabitha, and Wanda flinging themselves into the doorway. Off to my other side, I hear a marble rolling across the tile. Wait - a marble!
I reel around, the fog lifting just in time for the sphere to touch my skin, emitting a bright flash of light before --
-- I'm falling again! I crash to the ground, slamming the side of my head into the splinters once more. Someone on my blind side grabs my arm and rolls me over while someone else throws a towel over my bare body. I shiver and convulse once, cringing. Painful tears begin to stream down my cheeks. I know they saw almost everything. Together, they lift me up and carry me back to the bed.
They set me down gently on the softness, but it still hurts and my mind shrieks in agony. I glance down at the visible part of my skin and nearly pass out at the size of some of the pieces emerging from my flesh. Tabitha stands off to the side, cursing under her breath as she holds a pile of towels, watching with concern as Wanda pulls up a chair next to the headboard. She's holding tweezers. Shit.
I howl.
The bedroom is soon flooded with spectators, most of whom look vaguely familiar, but they don't register in my preoccupied mind.
"What happened?" someone asks, shouting with worry.
"Aghh!" I yell as Wanda wrenches yet another, good-sized sliver out. Bits of skin and blood still cling to it. I feel like I'm going to puke.
"You'll never get them all out!" I recognize the voice as that of Pietro's. Why are all these people here? Where is here? I'm so confused! "We've gotta get her to the hospital!"
"Are you nuts!" I sense a low rumbling below the bed like an earthquake. "They'll find out she's a mutant and who knows what'll happen then!"
"Well what are we going to do?!"
"Got it." Wanda grits her teeth as she gains a good grip on the last visible chunk. Uh, oh. That means next comes under the towel. I hope she has the sense to get rid of these guys first. Owww!!! I ball my fists and pound them into the mattress, raising my back from the linens by a few inches as the glass comes out.
"Whoa. What the hell is that?" I open my tightly shut eyes and see an orb materialize above me and make its decent.
"No!!!" I shout.
"Fuck!!!" Wanda and Tabitha shout.
"What!?!" Everyone else shouts.
It lands. --
-- Everyone is silent, waiting. They let out a collective sigh of relief once they realize whatever was to occur has already happened. Wanda moves to continue plucking the additions out. She gasps.
"They're gone!"
I peek. She's right. Every speck of blood and every flake of glass has vanished. My heart is racing and I heave, exhausted. My eyelids flutter as I noticeably relax, tension flowing from my self.
It's over.