Prompt #188 "Write Two Letters: One to someone you hurt, and one to someone who hurt you"

[red_eyed_sin]

Sinister has chosen to write a letter to his "daughter", Madelyne Pryor, and his long-dead wife, Rebecca Essex. For the second; canonically, Sinister's wife died when she learned he had been performing experiments upon the body of their child, Adam, who had been dead for some time. Rebecca was pregnant, and Essex was desperate to find out what had

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[summers_grey]

Maddie's alive?

[red_eyed_sin]

I am not entirely certain it is Madelyne, but yes.

[summers_grey]

Why did you tell her where you live?

[red_eyed_sin]

She asked.

I do not think she is...entirely sane.

Her letter to me is in my nightstand. You may read it, if you like. She sent me a father's day card.

RPing, here . . , locked to Rachel and Nathaniel

[summers_grey]

Rachel walked into the lab without knocking, still in her running clothes. She walked past Nathaniel to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Drank half, then turned around.

"You're angry at your dead wife for being mad that you are what she wanted," she said without preamble. "And there's a psychotic woman who might be my brother's mother lost in the wilderness of Alaska and this is pretty much only your fault. Have I got this right?"

Re: RPing, here . . , locked to Rachel and Nathaniel

[red_eyed_sin]

Nathaniel looked up, his face expressionless. "I am not angry at Rebecca. I am simply realizing that I have emotions attached to that particular incident that I have not ever had a moment to contemplate, and I fully admit to you that is entirely my own doing." He put the clipboard upon which he was taking notes down on the counter top. "I have nothing to do with Madelyne's being alive, but if you are referring to her existence being my fault, then yes, I suppose you have that right."

He wondered idly if she was going to walk back in the house, pack her things, and leave him. "Did you have a pleasant run?" He could think of nothing else to say.

Re: RPing, here . . , locked to Rachel and Nathaniel

[summers_grey]

Rachel raked her fingers through her hair and began pacing. Four steps, an awkward turn, four back and loop around the chair, back again. She scowled, not looking at Nathaniel, looking at the floor instead

Re: RPing, here . . , locked to Rachel and Nathaniel

[red_eyed_sin]

Nathaniel was capable of affecting a stillness so utter and complete he looked like something dead, like a statue. It was a trick he supposed he had learned to deal with Apocalypse's brutality, and it was a tactic to make himself look foreign, alien. Shutting himself down, staring at Rachel with unblinking red eyes, face preternaturally composed.

A defense mechanism.

"I broke her mind," Nathaniel said in a hollow, deadened voice. Sinister's voice. It was strange now that he could feel the difference. "How can I possibly help her?"

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August 24th 2007

[red_eyed_sin]

Prompt #192! Sorry about that, I totally forgot to post this :/