It Sounded Much Cooler in My Head
Summary Elizabeth Brooks' favorite color is green,he is green,surly they're meant to be.Too bad he's an insecure,unstable madman of a mutant who wants to end humanity and she's a human with an attitude problem.
Warnings: This story is going to contain coarse language, gore, violence, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, and maybe sexually explicit content some day.
Memo: SORRY SOORY SORRY!! I meant to update sooner, but a lot of crap came up so I'll have to make it up to you guys later!
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Chapter Three: An Incredibly Rude Awakening
Elizabeth woke up with a pain in her skull more intense than any hangover could ever hope to inflict. Unsurprisingly, she was tearing up, and wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and cry until the pain went away, and she probably would have if it had not been for her seeing a figure looming over her through her blurred vision.
She forced herself to Sit up and blink away the tears to clear her vision. Regret smacked her in the face; she should have just gone with the curl into a ball and cry plan although it wasn't exactly too late for that.
At the end of the couch she had been laying on stood a dark mountain of a man draped in furs and surrounded with a thick air of malice. Long tawny hair topped off with a pair of fangs and claws made him all the more terrifying, especially to a disoriented nineteen year old girl who'd just woke up smack dab in the middle of god knows where. What was worse was that she recognized him from news reports as a terrorist, and a ruthlessly homicidal one at that. Sabertooth.
Letting out a small squeak, she accidentally flipped over the arm of the couch, landing hard on her already throbbing head. When the room stopped spinning and she regain herself, she was no more calm, in front of her now was Toad. She shrieked, becoming more freaked by the second.
He gave her a sort of dark smirk, but then looked toward two new arrivals; and older man with an essentially naked blue woman walking closely beside him.
Magneto and Mystique.
She was waist deep in shit at the bottom of a pit in hell. Elizabeth gulped audibly, earning an amused smirk from Magneto. "So it's awake."
If she hadn't been on the verge of pissing herself, Elizabeth may have had to make a remark on the 'it' comment.
"I don't suppose you know why you're here, do you?" Magneto asked.
She flinched, "P-Please don't… kill me…"
Magneto chuckled slightly, "My dear, did you really think you'd still be alive if that was our intention? And be here no less… No, I'm afraid you'd be very dead, Toad and Sabertooth would have gladly seen to that."
Her eyes flickered between the two aforementioned mutants nervously, and she unconsciously backed up against the side of the couch. As if that would help.
"Now, you didn't answer my question, do you know why you're here, or don't you?"
Elizabeth shook her head just the merest fraction, training her eyes on the most threatening looking person in the room; Sabertooth.
"Well, you're here to help me get someone to see the light and come to our cause," he answered.
"W-Who?"
He smiled slightly, "Your sister, Megan Brooks. She's an incredible girl, how you could be of any relation to her is quite a lot to try to fathom, but regardless, I'm hoping you'll be enough to persuade her to join us."
"S-So what. I-I'm… I'm going to be l-leverage?" Elizabeth asked shakily, turning her eyes back to the leader of the Brotherhood.
"Precisely," he answered, "Now, Toad, Sabertooth, if one of you would take… Miss. Brooks, to see her accommodations…"
Sabertooth and Toad exchanged looks, and the former grabbed her roughly by the arm, causing her to gasp in pain. On reflex, she tried to pull away which only caused him to strengthen his grip to the point where it felt as if her arm would break. Her tears started flow freely, Elizabeth Brooks had never been good with pain, and she was in a shit load of it now.
"S-Stop…" It was the one and only word she managed.
He didn't even let up slightly, he just continued to drag her down the hall toward her 'accommodations'. In what was basically the darkest part of the hall, he opened the door and tossed her unceremoniously into the small, unfurnished room that was to be hers until they finally realized she was useless and killed her.
Her sister, of coarse, would never come. Not in a thousand years. Not to save her.
Megan Brooks had left home at age fifteen, leaving her ten-year-old sister with a broken Jaw as a parting gift.
The two of them had always hated each other, and Elizabeth telling their parents about her sisters secret had only served to cement that bond of hatred forever.
Elizabeth sat up and hugged her knees, turning a teary glare on the door that had just been slammed shut behind her. "Bastards."
She swiped at her tears with the sleeve of her pull-over, and sighed. Would her death be a slow or quick one? And when would the pain in her head fade?