New York, Saturday Fandom Time
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Raven teleported herself atop a building that overlooked her former friends, watching over them as they laid upon the ground, bodies thrashing as they fought against their darkest fears. She smiled and drank it all in, savoring their suffering. Soon they would be hers. Soon they would serve her father. ( Just as she did, they would have no choice. )
Raven teleported herself atop a building that overlooked her former friends, watching over them as they laid upon the ground, bodies thrashing as they fought against their darkest fears. She smiled and drank it all in, savoring their suffering. Soon they would be hers. Soon they would serve her father. ( Just as she did, they would have no choice. )
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Stupid to think she'd been waiting so long for just the vaguest chance of having this kind of power; it had been so easy to get it, in the end.
She knew him; he'd been cruel to someone she'd cared about in life, and only stupid pesky human moral compunction that it was wrong to satisfy this kind of desire for revenge had kept her from doing anything about it ( ... )
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That day, when she'd lost control, and he'd tried to stop her -- he'd tried so hard, freezing her hands, pleading with her, begging her to come back. His ice and his love hadn't been enough to call her home, back to human weakness, to fragility. She'd stepped over his prone body, and she had stopped being human ( ... )
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The words that had taunted him ever since his powers had manifested, years ago.
No matter what he did, no matter how many lives he saved... still he was looked upon with fear and derision. As less than human.
And then, one day, in the midst of yet another anti-mutant riot, something had snapped. He'd caught the gaze of the idiot who'd dared to throw a rock- a rock!- at his head, and without even really thinking about what he was doing, froze the man's blood solid in his veins. In all the chaos and confusion, no one else had witnessed what he'd done. But he knew.
And he didn't regret it.
Now he stood taller than the tallest building in New York, surveying his domain. It really hadn't taken much work at all, to spread his ice out until it encased the world. Not long after that, life on the planet had withered and died, unable to survive the extreme cold. The humans had tried to erase his kind from existence, and instead now they were gone.
It was perfect. Silent. Frozen.
His."No," Bobby shook his head as ( ... )
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Everything with the exception of the light overhead, shining directly in Warren's eyes, and the faint halo of a window, shrouded by a heavy curtain against one far wall. The sounds around him were the hollow, tinkling noises of glass-on-glass. The noise, after a few minutes of seemingly random this-and-that, took on a momentarily rhythmic bent. Somebody flicking a syringe, to get any unwanted air out of the needle.
He wanted so, so much to run. To spread his wings and to fly, but the more he struggled, the tighter it seemed his bonds were pulling, biting into his flesh. His skin made its best attempts at healing around it, but in this particular case, it only meant that new skin was growing over the leather straps that were holding him down. It only meant that getting free was going to be far, far more painful than he'd bargained for.
But he'd heal. If he got out of this, Warren would heal ( ... )
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"I tried to be what he wanted," Warren managed, eyes widening in horror as that syringe, that so-called 'cure' brushed his skin. "I knew he wouldn't like them! But he found them!"
"You tried to hide them!"
"I tried to cut them off!"
"Then this shouldn't hurt much in comparison at all."
Warren couldn't even manage a scream as he felt the cold metal bite into his skin. Couldn't struggle his way free as the fluid ran into his blood. His blood, which had kept him from ridding himself of these wings as a child, was now carrying that... that poison through him, stripping him of everything that he'd learned to be in the past year.
It felt as though his body had been lit on fire as hollow bones filled in, solidified, seemed to weigh him down from the inside. He didn't scream. And as feathers fell free, drifting in handfuls around him as his wings melted away. He didn't scream. As he felt his freedom disappear. He didn't scream.
When the bonds came loose that had been holding him down? That was when Warren screamed, moving ( ... )
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//Stop!//
Jonothon was on his feet, tearing his own bandages free, before he'd even realized that he was moving. But the monochrome assault didn't let up, not for so much as a heartbeat. Not that there was any heartbeat to be had, in the first place.
//Me, stop? Yer th'one who's destroyed them, Jon.//
//No, no, I didn't mean--//
//Face it, Jon. Everything you touch, you lose. Gayle first, then Didi, and now Raven... How many gels do you have to destroy? It's as if you enjoy it, isn't it? Like this is some sort of bloody game to you. How long has it been since Didi left? Barely months, hasn't it been? And then you fall into bed with th'next lovely gel that looks ( ... )
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Karla balled her fists as they lit up Sapphire once again, but it wasn't the gentle Healing-Craft she called upon now. “You lying, manipulative bitch!" she snarled--then stops. "Oh, I get it," she said in tones of wonder. "You want me to fight you ( ... )
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