Aug 05, 2009 00:57
It was the first time she'd found a pool here. Ororo would like it, all steamy glass and tropical plants around a free form, warm pool of water. Even better, in her mind, it was snowing beyond the glass. All fluffy white peace outside the small oasis.
It was beautiful.
Rachel didn't have a swimsuit, but the X-men weren't here to yell at her for swimming in spandex, so she crouched at the edge of the water, ready for a pleasant evening.
That was when she heard it. Whispers. Words...
The words were garbled. They didn't make any sense. Like she'd never...
...learned...
......to speak...
She could pick out the cadences now. That was the guards, just down the hall late at night. She'd listen to them for hours, faces pressed to the bars of the cage as the pack slept. They kept watch, in the cages. It was never good for the pack to be caught flat footed when an emergency came up. Especially late night. So, one of them always watched. Just like this, listening...
Her body was still at the edge of the pool, head cocked and red marks beginning to appear on her face where bars would press. Her muscles were held taunt and quivering as her eyes began to glow a bright white. Waiting.
Waiting.
Just in case.
amber holloway,
khephera,
the space object,
rachel grey