What is the worst thing that has ever been done to you?
I love mornings. Granted, its not the kind of information that I would let other people know about, but I do. The mornings are a very beautiful time, in my opinion. Especially on those days when the entire staff at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngters are asleep, except for me. The grounds can be so peaceful then, even if some of their dreams are not. But I can block those out quite easily, thank you. I am, after all, currently the third most powerful telepath in the world, after Professor Charles Xavier and his twin sister, Cassandra Nova. With Jean Grey-Summers dead (hopefully for good this time, because she does take the Phoenix theme a little too far, I think), and the Stepford Cuckoos down to three from five, as well as Rachel Grey not having all the powers that she will develop yet, I'm really quite unparalleled in power. But I wasn't always.
I am reminded of this as I sit down at the small cafe table in my bedroom early Thursday morning. I am merely going through the obituairies when I come across what is - to me - a piece of horridly shocking news. Ian Kendall - a brilliant professor at Harvard - is dead. Completely and utterly gone. He died of what seems to be heart failure in his sleep at night. The news is...disturbing...to say the least. You see, Ian Kendall wasn't just a brilliant professor. He was once my teacher. He was once the love of my life...
It's a typical story really, darling. Nothing new, nothing unusual. The astonishing woman that I am today is nothing like the gawky young geekling that I was ten, eleven years ago. Then, slowly, I started learning that I wasn't quite like other humans...that perhaps I wasn't entirely human either. I could hear people's thoughts, and in turn - as I started to learn - I could influence the thoughts of other people. As I was going through these changes, I found a...oh, what's that quaint little phrase, darling? I kindred soul, I suppose, in Ian Kendall. And of course, myself being...well...me...I siphoned knowledge from his mind into my own and used that knowledge to impress him in class, to get him to notice me as being more than just a student of his. I wanted something from him that I received from no one else, not my selfish bastard of a father, not my drug-addled lost cause of a mother, and certainly not my sisters Adrienne and Cordelia. I wanted love, darlings, pure and simple love. And I would have had that with Ian Kendall, too, until Father found out about Ian...and me. He had Ian fired from school...and it broke my heart. It hurt me madly, because again, love had been stolen from my life. It was Father's first big attack on me...and it was the beginning of what would become a horribly antagonistic relationship. It was the first of worst things to come.
Muse: Emma Grace Frost, aka the White Queen
Fandom: Astonishing X-Men
Words: 499
Rating - G/PG