Drabbles written for Fanfic100, Xmen Movieverse. Rogue, and Pyro, respectively.
Title: Believe
Fandom: Xmen Movieverse
Pairing, etc: Rogue, Magneto.
Prompt: #30. Death. Set during X1, Rogue in the machine.
Word Count: 187
Rating: PG
She heard them somewhere below where she was being held, murmurs of voices both angry and insistent. They were talking-why were they doing that? Why wasn’t someone coming up there to rescue her?
Where was Logan? He’d promised…
I’ll take care you of you. I promise. She knew he was there, could hear him below, but with every second he didn’t appear her panic grew until all she knew was terror.
So she started screaming, rattling the metal restraints on her wrists.
“Please, somebody help me!” Surely he would remember, Logan, wouldn’t he? He’d come for her, free her, and she wouldn’t die all alone in this metal death trap.
He had to...
I can’t die like this. Please. I can’t. I haven’t even lived yet.
When someone came, however, it wasn’t Logan. It was him.
“I’m sorry…”
After he touched her, she knew that he had not lied. He was sorry. She saw it all in the flashes of his memories, in the sadness beneath the fanaticism in his pale eyes. The horror of it was in the last second, right before the pain dragged her under in sharp fierce waves, she believed in him.
Title: Blame
Fandom: Xmen Movieverse
Pairing, etc: Pyro
Prompt: #67, Snow. Pyro's reasons for leaving with Magento have nothing to do with fire, and everything to do with the cold.
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Pyro stands on the rise of the hill, staring up at the sky as Magneto’s helicopter hovers there motionless, like some great bird in the frozen air. He’s shivering, snow stinging his eyes as it blows across his face from the whirl of the propellers.
He has a choice to make.
At the Institute, they think he’s too impetuous, that he has a great burning anger that will one day consume him, that he can’t fight his temper. He’s heard the Professor telling his teachers this-St. John is a handful, but part of that is his mutation, the fire. It makes him a bit unpredictable. He’ll get control of it, eventually.
It’s not because of the fire that he leaves with Magneto, though. It’s because of the cold.
He feels the frozen cloth of his shirt and jacket against his back, snow having seeped through as he’d writhed in pain on the ground a moment ago. He’d felt it leave him, the fire, felt it drain away as the pain had overtaken him. Neither the frigid air nor the snow beneath him had compared to that chilling emptiness in his body where the fire should be.
Pyro climbs into the helicopter, staring down at the snowy landscape as the door closes.
They’ll blame the fire; he knows that they will, because they always do when it’s him. He watches Alkali Lake fade into the distance and wonders if they’ll ever know the truth.
Fandom: Xmen Movieverse
Pairing, etc: Rogue, Magneto.
Prompt: #30. Death. Set during X1, Rogue in the machine.
Word Count: 187
Rating: PG
She heard them somewhere below where she was being held, murmurs of voices both angry and insistent. They were talking-why were they doing that? Why wasn’t someone coming up there to rescue her?
Where was Logan? He’d promised…
I’ll take care you of you. I promise. She knew he was there, could hear him below, but with every second he didn’t appear her panic grew until all she knew was terror.
So she started screaming, rattling the metal restraints on her wrists.
“Please, somebody help me!” Surely he would remember, Logan, wouldn’t he? He’d come for her, free her, and she wouldn’t die all alone in this metal death trap.
He had to...
I can’t die like this. Please. I can’t. I haven’t even lived yet.
When someone came, however, it wasn’t Logan. It was him.
“I’m sorry…”
After he touched her, she knew that he had not lied. He was sorry. She saw it all in the flashes of his memories, in the sadness beneath the fanaticism in his pale eyes. The horror of it was in the last second, right before the pain dragged her under in sharp fierce waves, she believed in him.
Title: Blame
Fandom: Xmen Movieverse
Pairing, etc: Pyro
Prompt: #67, Snow. Pyro's reasons for leaving with Magento have nothing to do with fire, and everything to do with the cold.
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG
Pyro stands on the rise of the hill, staring up at the sky as Magneto’s helicopter hovers there motionless, like some great bird in the frozen air. He’s shivering, snow stinging his eyes as it blows across his face from the whirl of the propellers.
He has a choice to make.
At the Institute, they think he’s too impetuous, that he has a great burning anger that will one day consume him, that he can’t fight his temper. He’s heard the Professor telling his teachers this-St. John is a handful, but part of that is his mutation, the fire. It makes him a bit unpredictable. He’ll get control of it, eventually.
It’s not because of the fire that he leaves with Magneto, though. It’s because of the cold.
He feels the frozen cloth of his shirt and jacket against his back, snow having seeped through as he’d writhed in pain on the ground a moment ago. He’d felt it leave him, the fire, felt it drain away as the pain had overtaken him. Neither the frigid air nor the snow beneath him had compared to that chilling emptiness in his body where the fire should be.
Pyro climbs into the helicopter, staring down at the snowy landscape as the door closes.
They’ll blame the fire; he knows that they will, because they always do when it’s him. He watches Alkali Lake fade into the distance and wonders if they’ll ever know the truth.