I do not own the X-Men
I do own Rust, Flicker, Boss and the other OCs
Prompt: A personal matter
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Who am I?
I was a soldier, loyal to my princess. Or was I a traitor? The one who sent the princess to her death? Which was it? Which is it? No matter, the past means little to me now. Or it would, if I could answer that damned question.
What am I?
I am a spirit, a ghost too restless and angry to leave the material world. I am a demon, birthed of a vengeful wish. I am neither, nothing but an abandoned dream, set to drift till time ends. That is far too melodramatic, there must be a simpler answer.
I watch her, my little toy, slumbering peacefully. I want to kill her, kill her now and take the body that her mother promised me. Yet at the same time, I want to wait, to see if a girl born without a soul can live a normal life. So indecisive, laughably so, I wonder what my dear brother thinks of me.
Oh, brother, brother dear. A pale reflection of my madness, a pillar of sanity firmly placed out of my grasp. I long so deeply for you sometimes. I want to devour you, integrate your soul with mine, so that I won't be so lonely. But you are not lonely, you do not need me. It is sad that I need you but you do not need me.
I hate you for that.
That is the way life is however. That is the nature of my self-inflicted curse. Forever to be in one-sided relationships, to forever be yearning for one person, while shunning another.
Like Flicker.
She loves me, in every way that her poor delusional mind can make up. She loves me. I am everything to her, her world, her very life. It is only logical, after all I am the reason she lives, the only reason why she is not rotting in the ground at this very moment. Did I make the right choice in bringing such a puppet to life? I wonder if it was necessity that drove me to agree to her mother's pleas or if it was my own ego. Her mother was so foolish, believing that I would just give her a child with no return pay. Flicker was made to be my toy. That woman didn't believe me, but then again, she doesn't have to now that she is rotting in the ground.
I am afraid. I am afraid that I will wake up one day and everything will be a dream. I don't want to leave this dream. If this reality is a dream. I can actually feel things here, I can be hurt and make others hurt. Please don't let this be a dream.
How did I get here?
I must have forgotten to keep myself solid, that explains why I'm in the storeroom. Or did I teleport on accident? What am I thinking? I can't teleport at all. Why would I assume that I can teleport?
These questions are stupid.
I don't have time to ask foolish questions. I must punish the X-Men for damaging my Flicker. She may be young, but a body that is burnt out is no use to me. They made her come dangerously close to burning up all her reserves. In that case, her training regiment needs to be increased, I have been too lax with her.
Oh Flicker, you will serve as the one to define who I am in this world. So that I am no longer just a ghost and not longer a failure. Grow my puppet, grow and be strong, become a toy that I can be proud of.