This is something I wrote last night after watching X-men for the zillionth time. If you like it let me know...
I finally got my drivers license at age 18. I hadn't before that because I was too afraid of taking the test. Dumb, I know, but that was me. I had always been afraid of things, like ordering for myself at McDonalds, or buying a soda pop at the local connivance store. I was full of irrational fears, and I was supposed to be an Aries.
Ariesians are known for their love of conflict, and passion in attacking goals head on. I had always been the exact opposite. I was completely comfortable blending into the surroundings, or ducking my head down at the possible sign of tension.
I was convinced that either horoscopes were completely bogus, or my parents had made some mistake on the day I was born and I was, unknowingly, really a Libra or Pisces. Neither turned out to be true.
I had been eighteen for exactly two months. Life had been going well. I had my own little one bedroom apartment, a car, a job, and I was taking classes at the local community college. A few summer classes to get myself prepared for the fall. Mostly because I was terrified at the idea of college and wanted to at least know where I was supposed to be, before actually having to be there.
It was about 2 am. I was on my way home from my job as a receptionist at a local hotel. As shy as I was, answering phones didn't bother me at all. I could be brave as long as I didn't have to be face to face with the person I was talking to.
The drive home wasn't a very long one. I was being careful not to drive too fast. I was scared to death of a police officer stopping me (another little phobia I had).
It happened so suddenly I'm still not exactly sure what transpired. I lost control of the car. It was like an invisible hand jerked the steering wheel away from me, and drove me right into the base of a large tree.
I woke up some distance from the car. My whole body felt like it was dying inside. I got shakily to my feet. I panicked. I wrecked my car, police would be swarming around here any minute. (LET THEM COME…I'll KILL THEM ALL) Where had that thought come from? My head? Impossible. As soon as the thought had come, it was gone, the police fear replacing it.
"Exactly *how* fast were you driving, Miss Welty?"
"Why *are* you out this late, Miss Welty."
"We are going to take you in for some more questions, Miss Welty."
I went through the interrogation in my head. It was horrible. I couldn't go through that. No, I had to stay. It was my car. They would know it was me anyway, sooner or later.
That's when I saw him. He was an older man standing some distance from me. He was just staring at me. He was odd in the respect that he was wearing a helmet of some kind that covered most of his face. He began walking briskly toward me. A few hours ago my first instinct would have been to cower, but a new feeling had overtaken me.
Courage.
I stood my ground. (LOOK FOR THE NEAREST THING YOU CAN USE AS A WEAPON.) Where were these thoughts coming from? A pounding grew inside my ears, I was preparing for battle. I leaped backwards and grabbed a large branch that was on the ground and brandished it at the man, who stood looking unimpressed.
"Racheal Welty?" he asked, his voice sounding calm.
"What's it to you?" I barked before I realized what I was saying.
He half smiled and looked back at the car. (HE'S TURNED HIS BACK…STRIKE NOW!) came the now familiar voice inside of my head, but I held my stance. I was too curious about what he wanted, and how he knew my name, to attack him.
"We should leave before anyone turns up, Miss Welty." he said taking a step towards me.
"I'll go nowhere with you until I get some answ---." but before I finished my sentence someone had grabbed me forcefully from behind. (FOOL. SHOULD'VE KNOWN THERE WOULD BE OTHERS) I cursed myself. But then I questioned how I should've known that. Confusion setting in I allowed myself to be led away to a parked van, not ten feet from where I had crashed.
Fitted tightly into restraints, I took in the sight of my two captors. The older man, still wearing that odd red helmet, and the other, not so much a man as a beast with long golden mane of hair and long claw like fingernails. There was someone upfront driving whom I couldn't see.
"I am Magneto," the older man began, "This is my colleague Sabretooth." he made reference to the man with long golden hair.
My first response was to say Lady Aries, but then I remembered my name was Racheal Welty, and that they were already aware of that fact. So instead I asked where we were headed.
"In due time." was his only reply, and we drove off in silence.
In the days that followed, I was being kept in something of a cell. I had one window which overlooked the ocean and I could tell I was being kept in what looked like the side of a cliff. My cell was comfortable enough, and I had regular meals, brought to me by the one called Sabretooth. Who mostly kept silent, only occasionally grunting, "There's your food."
I could feel myself changing inside. Slowly and subtly at first, then more dramatically. My previous self began to seem far away. I had lost the habit of biting my nails almost at once so they had grown out some. They looked to me like possible weapons, there if I needed to use them. I had begun reckless exercising, sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups, forcing my body into a weapon as well. The small mirror on the far wall showed that my outside appearance was changing also. My normally green eyes now burned a fiery red. My exercising had caused my face to become slightly sunken. My hair was beginning to grow out black, from my natural brown color. Disliking the two-tone look, I opted to pull it back into a loose pony tail, also it was better for exercise.
The loud forceful demands my brain had made the night of the car crash were more frequent. They were melding themselves to me, becoming a part of my own psyche. Even my dreams were plagued with war-like nightmares of killings, disembowelings, and torture. All by my own hands. I didn't know what was more disturbing about them, the thought of myself killing people, or the fact that I enjoyed it. I usually woke up with what I can only describe as a blood lust. I wanted to kill and mame. Screw the consequences, I had to cause terror. Then I would come back to myself, scared to death that I was loosing my mind. I was glad they had me jailed so that I couldn't hurt anyone. So, again I would throw myself into senseless exercising to dull the ceaseless pounding in my ears.
The man named Magneto returned a week later. Standing on the other side of the bars. He had brought my evening meal. This time he wasn't wearing his helmet.
"How are you doing Racheal?" he asked politely, pushing my food thru the slot in the bars. Only, he didn't use his hands. The metal plate slid thru on its own. I bit into my tongue and gave him a glare. "Let me guess," he continued, "you're name is no longer Racheal Welty."
"I'm not sure who I am anymore." I said, meanwhile sizing him up as an opponent.
"Perhaps I can shed a little light on that for you." he motioned to come inside, then asked, "Do you mind?"
I shook my head and the metal bars of my cell parted and he walked inside, they sprang back shut behind him. I watched as he sat himself down on the small couch and crossed his legs. Since he was sitting I felt comfortable enough to do the same.
"What's happened to me?" I asked sounding weaker than I would have liked. "I feel as though there are two people living inside of me, fighting for control."
"Oddly enough that isn't far from the truth," he paused. "Your mutation has been foretold for years. Others didn't believe it was true, but there are those of us who can read the stars…"
"Mutation?" I asked disbelieving what I had heard. "I'm a mutant?" The voice in my head laughed (IMPOSSIBLE, I'M A GOD) I shoved the voice back and tried to concentrate on what Magneto was saying.
"…the power to use and manipulate the strengths of the mythological God Ares, The God of War. You *are* familiar with Greek mythology, aren't you Miss Welty?" he paused and looked expectantly at me.
"Barely." I murmured. I wanted to think that this was ridiculous, but deep down I knew it had to be the truth. It was the only explanation for the symptoms I had been having. Magneto smiled. I looked away from him because I didn't like the expression on his face. He was looking at me as though I was some sort of missing piece to his puzzle.
"You are doing quite well under the circumstances. We have been watching you for a very long time Miss Welty. We have been waiting for you to mutate for some years now, my colleagues and I." He stood up and began pacing the small room/cell. "When you reached your 18th year, we decided that we had waited long enough, and should help you along."
The metal tray sliding across the floor, the metal bars springing back by themselves, and the steering wheel suddenly melded in my head.
"You wrecked my car." I mused and he smiled again.
"Yes, and fortunately it worked." He seemed very pleased with himself.
"Why would you do that?" I asked.
"There is a coming war with the humans, and with you on our side we will be invincible."
The word war rang out in my head. An almost adrenaline-like rush flooded through me. (WAR) I could taste the sulfur of a thousand cannon blasts. The ringing of gunshots and soldier battle cries filled my ears. I pitched myself onto the floor and covered my ears to try to escape the noise but it was pointless, the sounds were inside me. It was as much a part of me as my hands or even my blood. If just the mention of the word war did this to me, how could I continue to function? How could I live? How could I survive? (YOUR DESTINY) came the voice. Destiny? I didn't even believe in destiny.
"Are you alright?" came Magneto's voice. His tone, however, seemed unconcerned. I tasted blood in my mouth and realized I had bit my tongue. I had never had a seizure before but apparently that is what happened.
"How can I control this?" I asked, spitting red onto the floor.
"Control it?" his voice was cold, then he laughed. Going back to the bars, he stopped and looked back at me, still lying on the cold steel floor. "Don't try to fight it, Miss Welty, let it have you." Then he was gone. The voice, however, was not.
(…KILL…KILL…YOUR DESTINY…TERROR…MURDER…DESTINY…)
"But…" I said to no one in particular as I pulled myself up. It felt as thought everything was against me; gravity, my captor Magneto. Even my own head was pulling me in a direction I didn't want to go, and aching to show me something I didn't want to see.
Like a phoenix rising from its ashes, I stood and came to grips with what I had become. The voice in my head finally seemed appeased enough to silence itself. Finally taking it's place in my deepest subconscious, and melding itself with my own brain.
I was no longer only Racheal Welty, now I had the force of Ares inside of me. Exactly what this meant, I wasn't sure.
I know the mutation sort of stinks but it was the only original thing I could come up with....at least I think its original?? Cosmic
I finally got my drivers license at age 18. I hadn't before that because I was too afraid of taking the test. Dumb, I know, but that was me. I had always been afraid of things, like ordering for myself at McDonalds, or buying a soda pop at the local connivance store. I was full of irrational fears, and I was supposed to be an Aries.
Ariesians are known for their love of conflict, and passion in attacking goals head on. I had always been the exact opposite. I was completely comfortable blending into the surroundings, or ducking my head down at the possible sign of tension.
I was convinced that either horoscopes were completely bogus, or my parents had made some mistake on the day I was born and I was, unknowingly, really a Libra or Pisces. Neither turned out to be true.
I had been eighteen for exactly two months. Life had been going well. I had my own little one bedroom apartment, a car, a job, and I was taking classes at the local community college. A few summer classes to get myself prepared for the fall. Mostly because I was terrified at the idea of college and wanted to at least know where I was supposed to be, before actually having to be there.
It was about 2 am. I was on my way home from my job as a receptionist at a local hotel. As shy as I was, answering phones didn't bother me at all. I could be brave as long as I didn't have to be face to face with the person I was talking to.
The drive home wasn't a very long one. I was being careful not to drive too fast. I was scared to death of a police officer stopping me (another little phobia I had).
It happened so suddenly I'm still not exactly sure what transpired. I lost control of the car. It was like an invisible hand jerked the steering wheel away from me, and drove me right into the base of a large tree.
I woke up some distance from the car. My whole body felt like it was dying inside. I got shakily to my feet. I panicked. I wrecked my car, police would be swarming around here any minute. (LET THEM COME…I'll KILL THEM ALL) Where had that thought come from? My head? Impossible. As soon as the thought had come, it was gone, the police fear replacing it.
"Exactly *how* fast were you driving, Miss Welty?"
"Why *are* you out this late, Miss Welty."
"We are going to take you in for some more questions, Miss Welty."
I went through the interrogation in my head. It was horrible. I couldn't go through that. No, I had to stay. It was my car. They would know it was me anyway, sooner or later.
That's when I saw him. He was an older man standing some distance from me. He was just staring at me. He was odd in the respect that he was wearing a helmet of some kind that covered most of his face. He began walking briskly toward me. A few hours ago my first instinct would have been to cower, but a new feeling had overtaken me.
Courage.
I stood my ground. (LOOK FOR THE NEAREST THING YOU CAN USE AS A WEAPON.) Where were these thoughts coming from? A pounding grew inside my ears, I was preparing for battle. I leaped backwards and grabbed a large branch that was on the ground and brandished it at the man, who stood looking unimpressed.
"Racheal Welty?" he asked, his voice sounding calm.
"What's it to you?" I barked before I realized what I was saying.
He half smiled and looked back at the car. (HE'S TURNED HIS BACK…STRIKE NOW!) came the now familiar voice inside of my head, but I held my stance. I was too curious about what he wanted, and how he knew my name, to attack him.
"We should leave before anyone turns up, Miss Welty." he said taking a step towards me.
"I'll go nowhere with you until I get some answ---." but before I finished my sentence someone had grabbed me forcefully from behind. (FOOL. SHOULD'VE KNOWN THERE WOULD BE OTHERS) I cursed myself. But then I questioned how I should've known that. Confusion setting in I allowed myself to be led away to a parked van, not ten feet from where I had crashed.
Fitted tightly into restraints, I took in the sight of my two captors. The older man, still wearing that odd red helmet, and the other, not so much a man as a beast with long golden mane of hair and long claw like fingernails. There was someone upfront driving whom I couldn't see.
"I am Magneto," the older man began, "This is my colleague Sabretooth." he made reference to the man with long golden hair.
My first response was to say Lady Aries, but then I remembered my name was Racheal Welty, and that they were already aware of that fact. So instead I asked where we were headed.
"In due time." was his only reply, and we drove off in silence.
In the days that followed, I was being kept in something of a cell. I had one window which overlooked the ocean and I could tell I was being kept in what looked like the side of a cliff. My cell was comfortable enough, and I had regular meals, brought to me by the one called Sabretooth. Who mostly kept silent, only occasionally grunting, "There's your food."
I could feel myself changing inside. Slowly and subtly at first, then more dramatically. My previous self began to seem far away. I had lost the habit of biting my nails almost at once so they had grown out some. They looked to me like possible weapons, there if I needed to use them. I had begun reckless exercising, sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups, forcing my body into a weapon as well. The small mirror on the far wall showed that my outside appearance was changing also. My normally green eyes now burned a fiery red. My exercising had caused my face to become slightly sunken. My hair was beginning to grow out black, from my natural brown color. Disliking the two-tone look, I opted to pull it back into a loose pony tail, also it was better for exercise.
The loud forceful demands my brain had made the night of the car crash were more frequent. They were melding themselves to me, becoming a part of my own psyche. Even my dreams were plagued with war-like nightmares of killings, disembowelings, and torture. All by my own hands. I didn't know what was more disturbing about them, the thought of myself killing people, or the fact that I enjoyed it. I usually woke up with what I can only describe as a blood lust. I wanted to kill and mame. Screw the consequences, I had to cause terror. Then I would come back to myself, scared to death that I was loosing my mind. I was glad they had me jailed so that I couldn't hurt anyone. So, again I would throw myself into senseless exercising to dull the ceaseless pounding in my ears.
The man named Magneto returned a week later. Standing on the other side of the bars. He had brought my evening meal. This time he wasn't wearing his helmet.
"How are you doing Racheal?" he asked politely, pushing my food thru the slot in the bars. Only, he didn't use his hands. The metal plate slid thru on its own. I bit into my tongue and gave him a glare. "Let me guess," he continued, "you're name is no longer Racheal Welty."
"I'm not sure who I am anymore." I said, meanwhile sizing him up as an opponent.
"Perhaps I can shed a little light on that for you." he motioned to come inside, then asked, "Do you mind?"
I shook my head and the metal bars of my cell parted and he walked inside, they sprang back shut behind him. I watched as he sat himself down on the small couch and crossed his legs. Since he was sitting I felt comfortable enough to do the same.
"What's happened to me?" I asked sounding weaker than I would have liked. "I feel as though there are two people living inside of me, fighting for control."
"Oddly enough that isn't far from the truth," he paused. "Your mutation has been foretold for years. Others didn't believe it was true, but there are those of us who can read the stars…"
"Mutation?" I asked disbelieving what I had heard. "I'm a mutant?" The voice in my head laughed (IMPOSSIBLE, I'M A GOD) I shoved the voice back and tried to concentrate on what Magneto was saying.
"…the power to use and manipulate the strengths of the mythological God Ares, The God of War. You *are* familiar with Greek mythology, aren't you Miss Welty?" he paused and looked expectantly at me.
"Barely." I murmured. I wanted to think that this was ridiculous, but deep down I knew it had to be the truth. It was the only explanation for the symptoms I had been having. Magneto smiled. I looked away from him because I didn't like the expression on his face. He was looking at me as though I was some sort of missing piece to his puzzle.
"You are doing quite well under the circumstances. We have been watching you for a very long time Miss Welty. We have been waiting for you to mutate for some years now, my colleagues and I." He stood up and began pacing the small room/cell. "When you reached your 18th year, we decided that we had waited long enough, and should help you along."
The metal tray sliding across the floor, the metal bars springing back by themselves, and the steering wheel suddenly melded in my head.
"You wrecked my car." I mused and he smiled again.
"Yes, and fortunately it worked." He seemed very pleased with himself.
"Why would you do that?" I asked.
"There is a coming war with the humans, and with you on our side we will be invincible."
The word war rang out in my head. An almost adrenaline-like rush flooded through me. (WAR) I could taste the sulfur of a thousand cannon blasts. The ringing of gunshots and soldier battle cries filled my ears. I pitched myself onto the floor and covered my ears to try to escape the noise but it was pointless, the sounds were inside me. It was as much a part of me as my hands or even my blood. If just the mention of the word war did this to me, how could I continue to function? How could I live? How could I survive? (YOUR DESTINY) came the voice. Destiny? I didn't even believe in destiny.
"Are you alright?" came Magneto's voice. His tone, however, seemed unconcerned. I tasted blood in my mouth and realized I had bit my tongue. I had never had a seizure before but apparently that is what happened.
"How can I control this?" I asked, spitting red onto the floor.
"Control it?" his voice was cold, then he laughed. Going back to the bars, he stopped and looked back at me, still lying on the cold steel floor. "Don't try to fight it, Miss Welty, let it have you." Then he was gone. The voice, however, was not.
(…KILL…KILL…YOUR DESTINY…TERROR…MURDER…DESTINY…)
"But…" I said to no one in particular as I pulled myself up. It felt as thought everything was against me; gravity, my captor Magneto. Even my own head was pulling me in a direction I didn't want to go, and aching to show me something I didn't want to see.
Like a phoenix rising from its ashes, I stood and came to grips with what I had become. The voice in my head finally seemed appeased enough to silence itself. Finally taking it's place in my deepest subconscious, and melding itself with my own brain.
I was no longer only Racheal Welty, now I had the force of Ares inside of me. Exactly what this meant, I wasn't sure.
I know the mutation sort of stinks but it was the only original thing I could come up with....at least I think its original?? Cosmic