(no subject)
Mystique/Magneto fic
Here it is:
Current mood: predatory
Title: The View From the Mirror
Words:418
Type: Movieverse
Summary: Mystique's look into the mirror, leads to some self-reflection.
Rating: K+
I look down into the pool of water. Its silvery, wavy surface acts as a mirror, refracting my image into fragments. A broken image lies in the water’s face. I stare down at this facsimile of myself, following the familiar contours. As I gaze, I realize that all my life has been a facsimile. All my life has been a lie. I became what everyone wanted to see. And when I failed, as was inevitable, they turned on me, one by one.
I’ve been pretending all my life. When I was small, I hid my mutation to fit in, I became the normal, perfect girl everyone expected to see, instead of the mutant freak they would have shunned. I was afraid all the time, to the point of paranoia that some one would find out, and eventually they did. My childhood was steeped in fear so strong that you could drink it, a bitter-salty tea that permeated everything. In the end, it separated me form my family, and finally, from the human race.
Then. I stumbled in to Erik, the man whom the world knows as Magneto. He opened my eyes and showed what I was doing to myself by compromising my very identity. I grew to trust him. I came to believe his teachings with a fervent strength that rivaled my previous fear. I used my particular skill set to great advantage for his cause. I became the people he requested. I was a copy of another. My efforts did not go unrewarded.
He trusted me more than anyone else. He imparted in me the doctrine to which he had given his soul. And my ears drank in his words like parched earth drinks in rain. Erik was so reserved. He had such an air of easy elegance about. I couldn’t help, but be drawn to him as he was drawn to me.
That day on the truck showed me why. He looked at the body of the woman who had followed him, loved him, and sacrificed herself for him but saw only the weak human. He was drawn to me because I conformed to what he wanted. When the illusion shattered, so did his love. I had once again changed myself to suit the desires of others.
I splash the water with my hand. Its image is meaningless, empty. Don’t trust it. The view from the mirror is bleak. But, mirrors lie. My skin slicks blue once more. I’m Mystique. Mirrors are not to be trusted.
Here it is:
Current mood: predatory
Title: The View From the Mirror
Words:418
Type: Movieverse
Summary: Mystique's look into the mirror, leads to some self-reflection.
Rating: K+
I look down into the pool of water. Its silvery, wavy surface acts as a mirror, refracting my image into fragments. A broken image lies in the water’s face. I stare down at this facsimile of myself, following the familiar contours. As I gaze, I realize that all my life has been a facsimile. All my life has been a lie. I became what everyone wanted to see. And when I failed, as was inevitable, they turned on me, one by one.
I’ve been pretending all my life. When I was small, I hid my mutation to fit in, I became the normal, perfect girl everyone expected to see, instead of the mutant freak they would have shunned. I was afraid all the time, to the point of paranoia that some one would find out, and eventually they did. My childhood was steeped in fear so strong that you could drink it, a bitter-salty tea that permeated everything. In the end, it separated me form my family, and finally, from the human race.
Then. I stumbled in to Erik, the man whom the world knows as Magneto. He opened my eyes and showed what I was doing to myself by compromising my very identity. I grew to trust him. I came to believe his teachings with a fervent strength that rivaled my previous fear. I used my particular skill set to great advantage for his cause. I became the people he requested. I was a copy of another. My efforts did not go unrewarded.
He trusted me more than anyone else. He imparted in me the doctrine to which he had given his soul. And my ears drank in his words like parched earth drinks in rain. Erik was so reserved. He had such an air of easy elegance about. I couldn’t help, but be drawn to him as he was drawn to me.
That day on the truck showed me why. He looked at the body of the woman who had followed him, loved him, and sacrificed herself for him but saw only the weak human. He was drawn to me because I conformed to what he wanted. When the illusion shattered, so did his love. I had once again changed myself to suit the desires of others.
I splash the water with my hand. Its image is meaningless, empty. Don’t trust it. The view from the mirror is bleak. But, mirrors lie. My skin slicks blue once more. I’m Mystique. Mirrors are not to be trusted.