Post by Mystique on Aug 5, 2006 2:13:12 GMT -5
Flashes of images, pictures, memmories from another time, another life she had chosen to forget passed through her thoughts like a wave. Quickly in and out of her mind, so fast, she barley hand time to process them. The images, they haunted her dreams. They were all so randome, like a mixed up photoalbum. She could not control it, she hated not being in control.
Mystique's body practicaly threw its self into the upright position. causing her to rip her gun out from under her pillow. Her fingers clenched tightly around the object, she pointed it outward. She scanned her dark room before relaxing. It was empty. Underneath the covers she adjusted her legs so she was now sitting indian style. Her chest was still heaving when she raised her opposite hand to wipe her face. There was a cold sweat upon her, mostly around her eyes. She wondered if she had been crying. The last time she cryed..... it must have been years ago.
Slowly, she forced the hand that had been holding the gun down to her side. She looked to it with longing before placing it in her lap. Quickly, she broke the gaze. The bullet was for cowards and weaklings. She was and would never be one of those. There were other ways of self distruction. More discrete ways. She did it by putting her life in danger every day, by pushing ever button she could. She said and did the unthinkable.... One day, it would get the best of her.
WHy she did it was hard to say. Possibly because that was what she wanted, to be free of her thoughts, to have nothing to think about. An escape from her memmories. How she wanted to escape her memories. Then again, maybe it was just who she was. Mystique had always been forward, even as a child. Although it did slowly become more obvious as she grew older. She became more offended by the world, or was it the world that was offended by her. She was different, that much was obvious. Which was rare, there was not much about her that was obvious. Even if people saw her, it didn't mean that they really saw her. Despite what they might have thought. She could be in dusguise and you would never know it was her. But it also went deeper than that. Even when she was in her raw, naked blue form, not a sole could really see what was lurking behind her sunset eyes. Which was understandable, she had had years to build up a thick shell to completly shut her emotions off from the rest of the world. She was a master of deception.
Sliding the covers away from her, she partial slid out of the bed. Still sitting, but her feet were on the floor. The coolness in the night hair swept over her and made her shiver. Exhaling slowly, she stood and made her way over to the dresser. There she placed her gun. She had oh, so many. She had many weapons, and she was quite skilled with them too. Very few people could handle a gun the way she could. She may have been the only mutant in the mansion that was even cariied a gun, but if not, she was definatly the most capable.
She took one look around her room. She had to get out of it, there was no way she was going to sleep anymore tonight anyway. Looking once more into the mirror, she brushed the fire red hair from her face. At this she made her way over to the door. Opening and closing it lightly so as not to wake the other housemembers. Right now, she wanted to be alone. She was always alone. Isolation was her friend.
She found her way to the kitchen. There she opened the cabinet door, staring into it blindly. It was obvious that there was nothing there she really wanted, but what else was seh to do. She stood there thinking or pushing the thoughts from her mind as the case may have been. It was then that she was rattled by a noise comming from not to far away. It startled her, yes, but it did not show.
When she saw who it was she half frowned and turned back to her business. "So, what are you doing up this late?" She asked barley carring. But it was an opportunity to distract her thoughts, so she took it.
(anyone from the brotherhood please welcome, preferably someon i haven't posted with yet. wish to post with everyone, hope you understand)
Mystique's body practicaly threw its self into the upright position. causing her to rip her gun out from under her pillow. Her fingers clenched tightly around the object, she pointed it outward. She scanned her dark room before relaxing. It was empty. Underneath the covers she adjusted her legs so she was now sitting indian style. Her chest was still heaving when she raised her opposite hand to wipe her face. There was a cold sweat upon her, mostly around her eyes. She wondered if she had been crying. The last time she cryed..... it must have been years ago.
Slowly, she forced the hand that had been holding the gun down to her side. She looked to it with longing before placing it in her lap. Quickly, she broke the gaze. The bullet was for cowards and weaklings. She was and would never be one of those. There were other ways of self distruction. More discrete ways. She did it by putting her life in danger every day, by pushing ever button she could. She said and did the unthinkable.... One day, it would get the best of her.
WHy she did it was hard to say. Possibly because that was what she wanted, to be free of her thoughts, to have nothing to think about. An escape from her memmories. How she wanted to escape her memories. Then again, maybe it was just who she was. Mystique had always been forward, even as a child. Although it did slowly become more obvious as she grew older. She became more offended by the world, or was it the world that was offended by her. She was different, that much was obvious. Which was rare, there was not much about her that was obvious. Even if people saw her, it didn't mean that they really saw her. Despite what they might have thought. She could be in dusguise and you would never know it was her. But it also went deeper than that. Even when she was in her raw, naked blue form, not a sole could really see what was lurking behind her sunset eyes. Which was understandable, she had had years to build up a thick shell to completly shut her emotions off from the rest of the world. She was a master of deception.
Sliding the covers away from her, she partial slid out of the bed. Still sitting, but her feet were on the floor. The coolness in the night hair swept over her and made her shiver. Exhaling slowly, she stood and made her way over to the dresser. There she placed her gun. She had oh, so many. She had many weapons, and she was quite skilled with them too. Very few people could handle a gun the way she could. She may have been the only mutant in the mansion that was even cariied a gun, but if not, she was definatly the most capable.
She took one look around her room. She had to get out of it, there was no way she was going to sleep anymore tonight anyway. Looking once more into the mirror, she brushed the fire red hair from her face. At this she made her way over to the door. Opening and closing it lightly so as not to wake the other housemembers. Right now, she wanted to be alone. She was always alone. Isolation was her friend.
She found her way to the kitchen. There she opened the cabinet door, staring into it blindly. It was obvious that there was nothing there she really wanted, but what else was seh to do. She stood there thinking or pushing the thoughts from her mind as the case may have been. It was then that she was rattled by a noise comming from not to far away. It startled her, yes, but it did not show.
When she saw who it was she half frowned and turned back to her business. "So, what are you doing up this late?" She asked barley carring. But it was an opportunity to distract her thoughts, so she took it.
(anyone from the brotherhood please welcome, preferably someon i haven't posted with yet. wish to post with everyone, hope you understand)
