Full Circle
It only took him eight and a half minutes to travel from Central Park to the Swiss Alps.
Beat that, Quicksilver.
Flying at those speeds was always a strain, but doing so after being stabbed in the was killing him. Literally. He could almost see the clock ticking faster as it counted down to zero.
Nate Grey was dying... which was nothing new to him. The threat of death was always a constant in his short life. Whether it be from Apocalypse's forces, his own powers, or something else, the 'when' was never a factor. It would be soon, no matter what he did. The 'how' was the only thing he didn't know... but he would've never imagined this.
Bleeding out after being stabbed by some crazed idiot in red. He didn't even know who the guy was. Which, again, was nothing unusual. People seemed to come out of the woodwork to take any excuse to be the one to off him.
Still, bleeding out. How... banal. Mundane. Ordinary.
Slow.
Which gave him enough time to do one more thing. One last gift to the woman he loved. He was going to give his life and his soul to ensure she would live. That was why he brought them here, to the cabin owned by a man named Sven, in the Swiss Alps.
This was where he brought Madelyne Pryor back from the dead. Where he discovered what he did to her, and attempted to pull her apart and send her back to the ether, only to fail when she resisted. This is where he shove Siryn into a dream and gave Sonique her body. This is where he was going to kill Siryn so that Sonique can live for good.
He didn't want to kill Siryn. He really didn't, but he was out of time and out of options. He was desperate.
Beware the rage of a desperate man.
Beat that, Quicksilver.
Flying at those speeds was always a strain, but doing so after being stabbed in the was killing him. Literally. He could almost see the clock ticking faster as it counted down to zero.
Nate Grey was dying... which was nothing new to him. The threat of death was always a constant in his short life. Whether it be from Apocalypse's forces, his own powers, or something else, the 'when' was never a factor. It would be soon, no matter what he did. The 'how' was the only thing he didn't know... but he would've never imagined this.
Bleeding out after being stabbed by some crazed idiot in red. He didn't even know who the guy was. Which, again, was nothing unusual. People seemed to come out of the woodwork to take any excuse to be the one to off him.
Still, bleeding out. How... banal. Mundane. Ordinary.
Slow.
Which gave him enough time to do one more thing. One last gift to the woman he loved. He was going to give his life and his soul to ensure she would live. That was why he brought them here, to the cabin owned by a man named Sven, in the Swiss Alps.
This was where he brought Madelyne Pryor back from the dead. Where he discovered what he did to her, and attempted to pull her apart and send her back to the ether, only to fail when she resisted. This is where he shove Siryn into a dream and gave Sonique her body. This is where he was going to kill Siryn so that Sonique can live for good.
He didn't want to kill Siryn. He really didn't, but he was out of time and out of options. He was desperate.
Beware the rage of a desperate man.