Oh my god! I am soooo sorry everyone! I really meant to update sooner, but I had to dissect a pig, then there was the TAKS test, and then my teachers decided that the last 6 weeks of school they would actually do their jobs!
To make it up to you all, I'm finishing up the flashback and explaining all the holes in this story.
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We never spoke about what happened that day again. I could tell that the others wanted to, but I wasn't ready. I wasn't a fool. Power in smaller amounts than mine had ruined better people.
What if something went wrong? What if I hurt someone! What if . . . what if I killed Logan or Edward. This silence, this oblivion I pushed onto them, lasted two years. They were happy. They got along with the others easily.
Logan was so happy there. He had enough people to fight so he never had to practice too long with one person, and Edward had unlimited access to the organization's computers and books, giving him as much entertainment as he needed for the rest of his life.
Me? I stayed in my room. Away from the sins of the world. I constantly struggled with the two voices that had lodged themselves in my warped mind.
Part of me said I should rain hell upon the world. Destroy the curupt and evil to save the innocent and good. Leave a pile of bodies in my wake as a warning to all the people of the world that I would destroy any who dared to cause pain and suffering to others.
The other part demanded I ignore the other. If I were to do such, I would be no better than them. Was I God? No. So, what right did I have to bring justice to those I didn't even know? Everyone had some good in their hearts. Surely they all deserved the chance to redeem themselves.
In whose eyes, though? Mine? Gods'? Their own? For ever rationalization and excuse I created in my mind, a thousand contradictions and questions occurred, until I finally gave up and decided the world was better off without so powerful a being.
That was when I realized it: my weakness. Everyone had theirs, and I'd found mine.
I can't control myself. My own power, which I'd prided myself on for so long, had overtaken my heart and mind to the point where I could no longer see the diffrence between right and wrong. The line the once separated black and white had blurred comeptely, creating a strange gray.
That was when we met Xavier. We'd been sent to kill him, no remorse, but when I got ready to reach into his mind to end it before it began, something inside me broke comepletely.
The world faded as the two parts inside me battled for power, resulting in the destruction of everything around me. As I laid there, the world farther away from me than ever before, I heard Edward's voice calling me back, demanding for the Wittny of old.
"Come on, Love," he whispered to me, penetrating the silence I'd forced onto the two of us. "You can do this, you know what to do."
I searched through my mind. What could I do? What could stop the pain and ache from these memories? That's when it hit me. Memories! If I could destroy those, create new ones, perhaps I could become a better person than I was. I could do better.
Deciding on my new corse of action, I set my mind on our memories for the past 200 years. Perhaps, we could all do better.
There was, however, something I didn't count on. Benson. Before we could wake up, he'd sent the others to fetch us. Logan and I woke up later, needles in our skin, attached to Adimantium. Without thinking, we ran. I didn't even realize we were leaving Edward behind. Had I known, I would have gone back for him, experiments be damned.
We wound up some where in Canada and, eventually, found our way to the X-Men. Then the whole thing with Charlie and Renee happened, and I didn't even realize what was so obvious to me now.
The pixie Edward with the X-Men and Cullens was a clone. Knowing Rose, she probably would have noticed, but Edward wouldn't have had a hard time blocking her thoughts on the whole thing from me. Son of a bitch!
This wasn't going to stand. Benson, the fake Edward, all of them, I'd make them all suffer!