Antidote (part 3/3)
Disclaimer: Don't own. Never have, never will. Final part.
"You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news? I'm the worst one."
Fire is shooting over their heads, and he manipulates the flame like he was born doing it.
Her bare hand closes over his ankle and everything floods into her mind. Her own face, mixed feelings and she doesn't dwell too hard on that but puts off the flames.
Later, she'd ignore how his back is to them as they try to build a fire.
And the fact that they've a lot to talk about when he chooses to up and leave without giving her a chance to talk to him.
~~~
She tells herself it's not for anyone other than her own good and almost believes it.
It becomes harder when she falls into the line and everybody seems to hate her: humans hate her for her mutation, whatever that might be; mutants hate her for being so willing to give it away. The hatred is almost too much to bear with.
He stands there, judging.
She's only given but a few seconds' notice before the building blows up.
And he's rough with her but he's always been, even back when he let her call him Johnny. She thinks that part's still all of his.
And when he kisses her, it's almost exact to those dreams she's had ever since touching him, far too detailed, and the new glimpse into his mind only makes it clearer that they HAD been his dreams after all.
But he lets go, and turns, and walks away.
And Marie doesn't want to let him.
"You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news? I'm the worst one."
Fire is shooting over their heads, and he manipulates the flame like he was born doing it.
Her bare hand closes over his ankle and everything floods into her mind. Her own face, mixed feelings and she doesn't dwell too hard on that but puts off the flames.
Later, she'd ignore how his back is to them as they try to build a fire.
And the fact that they've a lot to talk about when he chooses to up and leave without giving her a chance to talk to him.
~~~
She tells herself it's not for anyone other than her own good and almost believes it.
It becomes harder when she falls into the line and everybody seems to hate her: humans hate her for her mutation, whatever that might be; mutants hate her for being so willing to give it away. The hatred is almost too much to bear with.
He stands there, judging.
She's only given but a few seconds' notice before the building blows up.
And he's rough with her but he's always been, even back when he let her call him Johnny. She thinks that part's still all of his.
And when he kisses her, it's almost exact to those dreams she's had ever since touching him, far too detailed, and the new glimpse into his mind only makes it clearer that they HAD been his dreams after all.
But he lets go, and turns, and walks away.
And Marie doesn't want to let him.