Disclaimer: If you don't know by now I don't own X-Men, may the school system
have mercy on your education.
The effects of "The Writing on The Wall" on the woman.
Where Lovers Dream.
Every time I wake up out of the stupor that I'm kept in for my own good,
My body is burst in pain. That is the only way I can be sure I'm awake,
still alive. No light reaches my eyes, only sound to my ears and pain,
nearly unbearible pain.
Most of the sound I hear tells me death will soon claim my fallen body.
Pity and sorrow from those known to be closest friends. It hurts so
to breath, I heard Hank say something earlier about having to open my
chest, nothing like having every single rib broken.
I knew my wrists were broken, the way that rope was tied, and the snapping
and pure hurt, there is no way they couldn't be. The way that man's work
boots slammed into my legs, and the bat he used to try to finish the job,
they've just got to be about useless. I don't know how I lived long enough for
my husband to find me.
How bad he feels! His new wife violated, filled by another man's seed
on our bed. I couldn't stop the man! I hadn't even the time to think
before he started on me, he had something, a powder that I couldn't
even use my powers to save a fly, and a bottle of ether or something, I
fought and fought him, but he was too strong! My husband wouldn't
have been able to protect me, he probably would have died.
I couldn't allow that to happen! That man claimed that he would
kill my lover, my body is sacrifice for his life, however, that man
must know he will be caught soon. My husband and friends, the X-Men,
do not allow these things to happen to our own.
All my time as an X-Man, and I let myself get taken down by a man with
a bat. Men with tanks couldn't take me down, Magneto couldn't take me down,
but a man with a bat, why not?
Now I'm little more than a vegitable, spewing blood and spending all my time on an operating table.
All the antibiotics Hank and Ceceila have pumped into my body to fight
the intial infections from those animal bites have killed everything, I should
be lucky to ever be able to fight illnesses ever again. Even the Shi Ar technology is having
a hard time keeping me alive. I want them to let me die, pull the plug.
The only reasons for them not to, is because Beast feels it to be murder, "thou shall not murder."
And the fact my husband and I love each other too much to die.
I wish somebody had told that to the monster that did this to me. When I
get myself back, I'll help take him down and let his foulness fill him,
consume him, destroy him. But more importantly, I just want to know why
as I remember "Thou shalt not judge".
have mercy on your education.
The effects of "The Writing on The Wall" on the woman.
Where Lovers Dream.
Every time I wake up out of the stupor that I'm kept in for my own good,
My body is burst in pain. That is the only way I can be sure I'm awake,
still alive. No light reaches my eyes, only sound to my ears and pain,
nearly unbearible pain.
Most of the sound I hear tells me death will soon claim my fallen body.
Pity and sorrow from those known to be closest friends. It hurts so
to breath, I heard Hank say something earlier about having to open my
chest, nothing like having every single rib broken.
I knew my wrists were broken, the way that rope was tied, and the snapping
and pure hurt, there is no way they couldn't be. The way that man's work
boots slammed into my legs, and the bat he used to try to finish the job,
they've just got to be about useless. I don't know how I lived long enough for
my husband to find me.
How bad he feels! His new wife violated, filled by another man's seed
on our bed. I couldn't stop the man! I hadn't even the time to think
before he started on me, he had something, a powder that I couldn't
even use my powers to save a fly, and a bottle of ether or something, I
fought and fought him, but he was too strong! My husband wouldn't
have been able to protect me, he probably would have died.
I couldn't allow that to happen! That man claimed that he would
kill my lover, my body is sacrifice for his life, however, that man
must know he will be caught soon. My husband and friends, the X-Men,
do not allow these things to happen to our own.
All my time as an X-Man, and I let myself get taken down by a man with
a bat. Men with tanks couldn't take me down, Magneto couldn't take me down,
but a man with a bat, why not?
Now I'm little more than a vegitable, spewing blood and spending all my time on an operating table.
All the antibiotics Hank and Ceceila have pumped into my body to fight
the intial infections from those animal bites have killed everything, I should
be lucky to ever be able to fight illnesses ever again. Even the Shi Ar technology is having
a hard time keeping me alive. I want them to let me die, pull the plug.
The only reasons for them not to, is because Beast feels it to be murder, "thou shall not murder."
And the fact my husband and I love each other too much to die.
I wish somebody had told that to the monster that did this to me. When I
get myself back, I'll help take him down and let his foulness fill him,
consume him, destroy him. But more importantly, I just want to know why
as I remember "Thou shalt not judge".