A Life in Hindsight

by MadMadysonn

This is the autobiography of an OC I have made for a X-Men forum named Isolde Leon. The premise of the story is that she is writing her own autobiography, so the first chapter and the eventual final chapters will be in third person. There will be lemons, some fluffy, some non-con, some dub-con, but lemons there shall be! Please RxR!

2. Prologue

Isolde Leon entered her quaint bedroom, staring at the wall as she contemplated what to do to pass the time. She was all alone right now, her daughter Amelia was eighteen and didn't wish to share a room or bed any longer. It was far into the night, venturing around three in the morning or so and the rest of her adopted feral family was most likely fast asleep. She couldn't sneak into Victor and James' room, not after they installed a lock when they woke up to her in between them. She had only wanted to cuddle with her friends, adopted brothers and occasional lovers, what was so wrong with that?

She sighed as she resigned herself to surfing the web. She grabbed out her laptop, sighing as she realized it was rather outdated. Sure, it ran fine enough, allowed her to peruse the internet as she wanted, but if she wanted to begin to play games on it, she'd have to buy another. She wondered how weird it would look for a woman of forty-five years to be buying a laptop for games. She figured it would be too weird to attempt.

Another sigh escaped between her lips as she realized her age. She was forty-five, yet her feral family, everyone but her, would continue to live for what could be eternity. Victor's face, James' face, Daken's face, all of them were seemingly unchanged. Isolde reached a hand up to her own face, feeling the wrinkles that had come with age. Her hair had be sporting a few greys as well, though Isolde took care to dye them away. It was a hard fact to accept, she would die and the others would live on.

Would she become a memory just to fade from their memory? She knew her daughter would always remember her, people didn't forget their parents easily, that Isolde could testify to. But the question in her mind was posed more so towards her adopted brothers. They were both just over 200 years old each. She had only been in their lives for not even the last twenty years. She hugged her knees to her chest, almost crying as she balanced the laptop on her knees.

She was sure they were going to forget her eventually. Well, in her mind, the next day after her death really. She had to do something to change it, she just had to. She opened up a new word document and wrote across the top:

A Life in Hindsight:
My Story