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Title: We Ain't Monsters
Author: willowaus
Fandom: X-Men 616 comicverse
Pairings/Characters: Mystique, Rogue, Destiny
Rating: T
Tarot: Three of Pentacles
A/N: Thanks to omaetoy for looking this over. :)
The underbrush was thick and Rogue struggled to move silently, worried that she would break a twig and give their location away. A swift wind swept over her, causing her to shiver as she stepped through the building snow. She watched the flakes fall, saddened that this was her first experience in it, wishing she could stop and make a snow angel or a snowman. She settled for sticking her tongue out and letting a flake fall onto it, smiling broadly.
Shaking her head, she looked at the woman in front of her and kneeled, mimicking her mother’s stance as she turned her attention to the clearing, sucking in a breath as an Oldsmobile came into view. Her fingers brushed against the slick metal of the pistol at her side, slowly caressing the smooth surface.
Two men stepped out of the vehicle and Rogue gave a sidelong glance towards her mother, waiting for an order. The woman flashed two fingers before nodding, a signal for the two of them to quickly move. Rogue complied, swiftly advancing on the two men, bare fingers clutching around her target’s arm. She stiffened at the pain that washed over her, her power pulling hard at the man. She searched through his memories, looking for the information her mother needed, tears falling down her face at the man’s agony.
“Find it, baby.”
Rogue nodded, her grip tightening, ignoring the faces of the man’s loved ones as she continued her search, hearing the sound of shots through the brief haze that enveloped her. “Got it. 1785 West Springs Rd. Box 34. Combination 12-5-29.”
A hand pressed down on her shoulder and Rogue released her grip on the man, looking solemnly down at the two as another shot rang through the air. Blood stained the snow around them, reminding her of a horror movie she had watched the night before. But we ain’t monsters…
“We are leaving,” Mystique stated and Rogue turned, following her back the way they had come, covering up their trail.
She shivered as they neared the car, smiling as Irene stepped out, opening the back door. Rogue slid into the seat, sighing with relief at the heat that surrounded her. She eagerly accepted the thermos of hot chocolate and blanket and huddled down, her involvement in the mission was over.
Author: willowaus
Fandom: X-Men 616 comicverse
Pairings/Characters: Mystique, Rogue, Destiny
Rating: T
Tarot: Three of Pentacles
A/N: Thanks to omaetoy for looking this over. :)
The underbrush was thick and Rogue struggled to move silently, worried that she would break a twig and give their location away. A swift wind swept over her, causing her to shiver as she stepped through the building snow. She watched the flakes fall, saddened that this was her first experience in it, wishing she could stop and make a snow angel or a snowman. She settled for sticking her tongue out and letting a flake fall onto it, smiling broadly.
Shaking her head, she looked at the woman in front of her and kneeled, mimicking her mother’s stance as she turned her attention to the clearing, sucking in a breath as an Oldsmobile came into view. Her fingers brushed against the slick metal of the pistol at her side, slowly caressing the smooth surface.
Two men stepped out of the vehicle and Rogue gave a sidelong glance towards her mother, waiting for an order. The woman flashed two fingers before nodding, a signal for the two of them to quickly move. Rogue complied, swiftly advancing on the two men, bare fingers clutching around her target’s arm. She stiffened at the pain that washed over her, her power pulling hard at the man. She searched through his memories, looking for the information her mother needed, tears falling down her face at the man’s agony.
“Find it, baby.”
Rogue nodded, her grip tightening, ignoring the faces of the man’s loved ones as she continued her search, hearing the sound of shots through the brief haze that enveloped her. “Got it. 1785 West Springs Rd. Box 34. Combination 12-5-29.”
A hand pressed down on her shoulder and Rogue released her grip on the man, looking solemnly down at the two as another shot rang through the air. Blood stained the snow around them, reminding her of a horror movie she had watched the night before. But we ain’t monsters…
“We are leaving,” Mystique stated and Rogue turned, following her back the way they had come, covering up their trail.
She shivered as they neared the car, smiling as Irene stepped out, opening the back door. Rogue slid into the seat, sighing with relief at the heat that surrounded her. She eagerly accepted the thermos of hot chocolate and blanket and huddled down, her involvement in the mission was over.