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tearsthrulife

if you could only see the beast you've made of me

Dec 11, 2009 02:41

If asked, Rahne wouldn't say that she's gotten soft. After years spent on various teams, she doesn't think it would be possible to lose that edge and the instincts that have been instilled in her, even in a place that isn't much more than a permanent vacation. What she has done, though, is begun to relax a little in the months she's been here. Even ( Read more... )

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exweapon December 13 2009, 04:16:27 UTC

Blood in the snow. I've seen this. I've lived this.

But it ain't mine, and it ain't my doing. That's almost worse. It's meant to be mine, because that means it isn't someone else's. That's why I'm on the X-Men.

That's why I don't like the idea Cyclops has me running X-Force in the future. Why someone like Rahne shouldn't be on it. Because people like Rahne shouldn't find themselves standing over torn up shreds of a person.

I'm not as quick to get to her as I should be. Slowing down, even in weather I'd normally write off as brisk. "Rahne," I say, trying to catch her attention. Some of it. Won't be able to get it all, not by a long shot. "Rahne."

tearsthrulife December 13 2009, 05:30:20 UTC

It figures. It just $%@#ing figures that of all people, he would be the one to find her. Maybe it makes sense, his having found her when she did this, but Rahne can't help wishing he hadn't anyway, not that it would be much better if it had been anyone else. No one should have to see this, no one but her.

"I told ye," she murmurs, voice hoarse from crying and the cold, though there's something hollow in her voice, like he isn't really the one she's talking to. "That things didn't go well, I told ye, it's all my fault."

exweapon December 13 2009, 07:28:12 UTC

"I'm not going to blame you for getting brainwashed," I say, roughly.

She'll do that herself, and there's not a damned thing I can do about it. That's how guilt works.

"You want to tell me what I'm looking at?"

I'm no good at this part. The comforting part. I'm the one that tears people up, not the one that puts them back together.

tearsthrulife December 13 2009, 07:33:50 UTC

Slowly, Rahne turns her head to look up at him, eyes wide and glassy. A part of her wants to think that it shouldn't take explaining, but it isn't like it's obvious. She can't even remember if she ever mentioned Reverend Craig's involvement in that whole mess with the Purifiers. If she didn't, though, now she's going to have to.

Drawing in a deep, unsteady breath, she glances down at the corpse again and then back up before she speaks, just two words: "My father."

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provenhumanity December 13 2009, 07:11:34 UTC

George wasn't sure what he was seeing at first. It was almost like something out of his worst nightmares: the ones where he woke up covered in blood the morning after a change with no idea where he might have gone or what he might have done. Where he had no idea who he might have killed.

If he hadn't been absolutely sure that he hadn't transformed, he might have thought that he was to blame. At least, he was pretty sure he hadn't. Even so, that had been a week ago, and this looked like it had only just happened.

George blinked a few times, horrified by the scene in front of him, but somehow not able to look away.

"Oh my god." He said, voice shaky. "Rahne?"

tearsthrulife December 13 2009, 07:46:19 UTC

Rahne winces instinctively at the sound of her name, though it doesn't quite register yet who's speaking, only that she isn't alone anymore. Here in the snow like this, shivering and crying with this in front of her, she probably looks like a madwoman and she knows it, but being aware of it doesn't give her half enough energy it would take to pull herself together. That simply isn't an option now.

"I'm sorry," she says, like she has something to be apologizing to George for. Maybe she does; it isn't like this could be pleasant to look at, and it's her fault this happened, her fault it showed up here. "I never wanted - I'm so sorry."

provenhumanity December 13 2009, 09:01:23 UTC

Frowning, George looked away from the bloody mess in front of Rahne, falling to his knees to kneel in the snow next to her.

"It's alright," He said, barely able to pull himself together long enough to say so. Even if it might have been a lie. This was too much like that night in the alley with Becca. There was that same horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"What happened? Did-- did you...?"

tearsthrulife December 13 2009, 18:45:40 UTC

"Aye," Rahne says, nodding, figuring it's safe to assume that he's asking if she did this. It's a logical question, of course; there really is only one thing to take from a girl crouched in front of a bloody corpse like this when there's no one else around.

Still, despite the fact that she shouldn't get to care about what he might think of her, seeing something like this, she does anyway. She wants to explain, but there's too much to tell, and it wouldn't do much good even if she could. "Back home, I - I didn't mean to, it just happened."

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first_worde December 14 2009, 06:09:32 UTC

Rupert had been heading home to his quite poshly retrofitted snow-hut when he heard... uncomfortable noises coming from off the path. Heading away from the lights of the boardwalk, he found blood in the snow. The day suddenly had the potential to be not quite as dull as the rest of them. He had his rifle halfway off his shoulder, pressing through the trees, when he actually caught sight of what had made the mess. Or at least the mess that had been made, since the shaking redhead curled over a few feet from it hardly seemed in a state to have been responsible.

"Rahne?" He walked around the remains, giving them a wide berth, and caught her by the shoulders as he knelt, turning her bodily away from it.

"Bloody hell, what is this?"

tearsthrulife December 14 2009, 07:18:29 UTC

Whatever it is that she and Rupert have been doing, he's both the first and last person Rahne wants to see right now. He isn't supposed to know what she was capable of back home -- and he wouldn't, if this place had lived up to its name -- yet at the same time, it's somehow preferable to someone from home finding out.

It takes her a moment, head turned over her shoulder in the direction of the body, before she can bring herself to look at him. She does, though, and as soon as she meets his gaze, it's all she can do not to completely fall apart then and there, like she hasn't come close enough to doing that anyway. "My father," she manages, as much of an explanation as she's capable of just yet. "Back home, I - this isn't supposed to be here."

first_worde December 15 2009, 04:29:00 UTC

Compared to all this, a letter wasn't so bad, really. Rupert wasn't much prone to thinking about to do in a given situation. He was better at just taking the most forthright action available at the time.

He pulled her against him and into his lap, then lifted her bodily, standing. Sod this for a game of soldiers.

"Neither are you. Come on."

tearsthrulife December 15 2009, 07:46:13 UTC

Rahne tries to ignore the way her stomach lurches as she stands, all but falling against him once she's on her feet. Regardless of what they've been doing these past couple months, just having him so close is strangely comforting, and she's too unsteady, too shaken by this to handle it on her own. He might not know yet what, exactly, this being here means, and he might not have any interest in sticking around when she tells him, but right now, she's willing to take what she can get. It's selfish and it's awful of her, but it's nothing she can help.

"What about -" she begins to ask, then turns her head to look down at what remains of the corpse on the ground, gesturing towards it with her chin. "I don't want anyone to think it happened here."

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