Breaking and Forging
Title: Breaking and Forging
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/35. Hell
Character/Pairing: Illyana Rasputin/Megan Gwynn
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 257
Summary: “It was years before they found me again.”
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I sometimes suspect that there’s something very wrong with me.
Illyana cupped Megan’s delicately pointed chin in her hand and smiled an awful smile. “It was years before they found me again,” she purred. “Oh, for them it was just minutes, but for me…” She pulled out the pentagram necklace, the single red stone on one point almost pulsing, as if the bit of soul knew that the rest was nearby.
“No help will come for you,” she went on, ignoring Megan’s whimper. “If they ever find their way in, I will have already broken you apart and forged you into something of my choosing.” She stroked Megan’s cheek and activated the spell to claim the other four Soulstones.
Megan’s scream was high and shrill and awful. The girl twisted and writhed in her bonds, and Illyana watched the smug satisfaction as another blood red stone materialized. She shut down the spell with a wave of her hand, leaving the mutant gasping and sobbing, limp from the exertion.
“Last time, I was in a hurry. But really, this kind of thing is best done over the course of years. I should know.” She stroked Megan’s hair tenderly. “No need for me to rush. I can’t play with a new toy anymore if I break it too soon.”
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/35. Hell
Character/Pairing: Illyana Rasputin/Megan Gwynn
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 257
Summary: “It was years before they found me again.”
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I sometimes suspect that there’s something very wrong with me.
Illyana cupped Megan’s delicately pointed chin in her hand and smiled an awful smile. “It was years before they found me again,” she purred. “Oh, for them it was just minutes, but for me…” She pulled out the pentagram necklace, the single red stone on one point almost pulsing, as if the bit of soul knew that the rest was nearby.
“No help will come for you,” she went on, ignoring Megan’s whimper. “If they ever find their way in, I will have already broken you apart and forged you into something of my choosing.” She stroked Megan’s cheek and activated the spell to claim the other four Soulstones.
Megan’s scream was high and shrill and awful. The girl twisted and writhed in her bonds, and Illyana watched the smug satisfaction as another blood red stone materialized. She shut down the spell with a wave of her hand, leaving the mutant gasping and sobbing, limp from the exertion.
“Last time, I was in a hurry. But really, this kind of thing is best done over the course of years. I should know.” She stroked Megan’s hair tenderly. “No need for me to rush. I can’t play with a new toy anymore if I break it too soon.”