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Title: "Back to Death"
Author: skylark29
Rating: PG-13 (violent imagery)
Disclaimer: I do not own New X-Men or any of the characters included in this story. Plot and dialogue are from New X-Men: Quest for Magik, issues 1 & 2. This is an homage to the genius of Marvel's Kyle & Yost, intended purely for entertainment and not for any profit. Please don't sue me. I'm cute. And poor.
Characters/Pairings: New X-Men; specifically Hope Abbott, aka Trance
Table/Prompt: http://skylark29.livejournal.com/164034.html /Prompt:"Death"
Word Count: 542
Summary: The New X-Men are trapped in Limbo. Half of them are imprisoned, half are in chains and Prodigy has just been executed before their eyes. Hope Abbott is the only one with the ability to call for help...but can she summon the courage to do it?
Warnings/Spoilers: New X-Men: Quest for Magik, issues 1 & 2
Author's Notes: First fic for the challenge! yay! I could easily write every story about X-23/Hellion, and I could have easily used this prompt about the school post-Stryker. However, I love mixing things up and finding out a story from a new perspective. Trance is one of the least used characters in New X-Men, and I wanted to see what things were like from her point of view, especially during this dramatic moment in Quest for Magik. So, voila!
It was as easy as plucking an apple from a tree. At least, that's how Belasco made it look as he thrust his hand through David's chest and pulled out his still beating heart with one fluid motion.
Before I could even catch my breath and assess what was happening, I heard Laura's voice ring out, ordering not Mercury or Dust or Elixir to action--but me.
"Trance! Go!" she cried as she sprouted her attack on the demons surrounding us.
I felt my body go limp as my astral form shot forth towards the Heavens. In that cascade of pale blue light, everything was safe. I couldn't be hurt. But my physical form was still being held in the claws of one of Belasco's demons. What would happen? Would they kill me, too? Rip my heart out, snap my neck? My astral self was only as strong as the physical force behind it, and if Belasco's minions decided to kill my body while I was mentally soaring through space, I would surely die.
"Please don't let me die, please..." I prayed aloud as my astral form sailed through the orange sky. I was using every ounce of my strength to propel myself towards a little starburst in the sky--a tear between two worlds. This had to work. I had to get help and I had to survive.
When I finally burst through to the other side, I felt a searing sweep of fire around me. I was surrounded yet again by orange smoke. My eyesight was blurred by tears, smoke and sheer exhaustion. I started to collect myself, turning my hazy astral form into a more solid version of myself. It was then that I heard someone call out, "Hope!"
It was Nori.
"Am I back?! Am I back?!" Fear began to choke me as I started to feel my astral form being yanked back into the void. I was slipping back into the nightmare and there was no one to hold on to, even though Nori tried to reach for me.
"Hope...Hope! What's happening? Is everyone okay inside? Is everyone okay?"
She didn’t know…she didn’t know. Panic rushed through me as I struggled for the breath to tell her about everything I had seen. I didn’t have much more time. Exhaustion was tearing through me and I could no longer sustain my astral form. The images flickered through my mind in a chaotic haze: Cessily encaged by rock, the Cuckoos bound by stone helmets, the monsters all around us…
I could only babble incoherently. "He took us to Hell! He's killing them! He's going to kill them all!”
Faster and faster, I was rushing away, like a tide being pulled back from shore. The memories would not relent, though. They were consumed by the image of a tall, dark devil who had demanded to know where we were hiding Illyana Rasputin and of the kind, intelligent boy he had just tossed aside like a rag doll.
“His name was Belasco...” I cried.
And I was going back to him. I would be back there in a matter of seconds, and Nori had to know.
“Belasco killed David..."
And then I fell backwards, back to Hell and back to death.
Author: skylark29
Rating: PG-13 (violent imagery)
Disclaimer: I do not own New X-Men or any of the characters included in this story. Plot and dialogue are from New X-Men: Quest for Magik, issues 1 & 2. This is an homage to the genius of Marvel's Kyle & Yost, intended purely for entertainment and not for any profit. Please don't sue me. I'm cute. And poor.
Characters/Pairings: New X-Men; specifically Hope Abbott, aka Trance
Table/Prompt: http://skylark29.livejournal.com/164034.html /Prompt:"Death"
Word Count: 542
Summary: The New X-Men are trapped in Limbo. Half of them are imprisoned, half are in chains and Prodigy has just been executed before their eyes. Hope Abbott is the only one with the ability to call for help...but can she summon the courage to do it?
Warnings/Spoilers: New X-Men: Quest for Magik, issues 1 & 2
Author's Notes: First fic for the challenge! yay! I could easily write every story about X-23/Hellion, and I could have easily used this prompt about the school post-Stryker. However, I love mixing things up and finding out a story from a new perspective. Trance is one of the least used characters in New X-Men, and I wanted to see what things were like from her point of view, especially during this dramatic moment in Quest for Magik. So, voila!
It was as easy as plucking an apple from a tree. At least, that's how Belasco made it look as he thrust his hand through David's chest and pulled out his still beating heart with one fluid motion.
Before I could even catch my breath and assess what was happening, I heard Laura's voice ring out, ordering not Mercury or Dust or Elixir to action--but me.
"Trance! Go!" she cried as she sprouted her attack on the demons surrounding us.
I felt my body go limp as my astral form shot forth towards the Heavens. In that cascade of pale blue light, everything was safe. I couldn't be hurt. But my physical form was still being held in the claws of one of Belasco's demons. What would happen? Would they kill me, too? Rip my heart out, snap my neck? My astral self was only as strong as the physical force behind it, and if Belasco's minions decided to kill my body while I was mentally soaring through space, I would surely die.
"Please don't let me die, please..." I prayed aloud as my astral form sailed through the orange sky. I was using every ounce of my strength to propel myself towards a little starburst in the sky--a tear between two worlds. This had to work. I had to get help and I had to survive.
When I finally burst through to the other side, I felt a searing sweep of fire around me. I was surrounded yet again by orange smoke. My eyesight was blurred by tears, smoke and sheer exhaustion. I started to collect myself, turning my hazy astral form into a more solid version of myself. It was then that I heard someone call out, "Hope!"
It was Nori.
"Am I back?! Am I back?!" Fear began to choke me as I started to feel my astral form being yanked back into the void. I was slipping back into the nightmare and there was no one to hold on to, even though Nori tried to reach for me.
"Hope...Hope! What's happening? Is everyone okay inside? Is everyone okay?"
She didn’t know…she didn’t know. Panic rushed through me as I struggled for the breath to tell her about everything I had seen. I didn’t have much more time. Exhaustion was tearing through me and I could no longer sustain my astral form. The images flickered through my mind in a chaotic haze: Cessily encaged by rock, the Cuckoos bound by stone helmets, the monsters all around us…
I could only babble incoherently. "He took us to Hell! He's killing them! He's going to kill them all!”
Faster and faster, I was rushing away, like a tide being pulled back from shore. The memories would not relent, though. They were consumed by the image of a tall, dark devil who had demanded to know where we were hiding Illyana Rasputin and of the kind, intelligent boy he had just tossed aside like a rag doll.
“His name was Belasco...” I cried.
And I was going back to him. I would be back there in a matter of seconds, and Nori had to know.
“Belasco killed David..."
And then I fell backwards, back to Hell and back to death.