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Fic: We Seek Him Here (Mystique)
Title: We Seek Him Here
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willowaus
Fandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique, baby Nightcrawler
Prompt: 18. Damned
Rating: PG
A/N: This is for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31nights challenge.
Moonlight was her only guide as she made her way through the forest. Her limbs ached, flesh tearing from the soles of her bare feet as she ran harder, crushing the newborn tightly to her chest. She heard the voices in the distance, could see the light of the villagers’ torches and knew they were gaining ground. Her heartbeat quickened with each step she took, wishing the boy would stop crying. Didn’t he know he was giving there location away?
Mystique gasped as she reached a cliff, forcing herself to stop just in time. Rocks tumbled into the river below and her mind raced, trying to determine what she should do. Her gaze moved down to the little boy in her arms. Yellow eyes looked up at her and a sob clenched in her throat, running a shaky hand through the boy’s hair. She hiccupped as his crying stopped, his tail making its way out of the blanket and wrapping around her wrist. He was nothing like the boy she’d abandoned years ago. This one was hers.
She stiffened as she heard the villagers’ voices near and knew they would be upon her within seconds. There was nowhere for her to go and the boy would only hold her back, his eventual cries alerting them to her location. She knew what she had to do and hated herself for it.
I am always sacrificing.
Closing her eyes, she pressed a kiss to the top of his head, fingers lovingly stroking the boy’s fur as she morphed her form, mimicking the appearance of one of the villagers.
“The Lady got away,” Mystique informed them, turning to see the group making their way through the trees, their eyes wild with fury. “I got the child.”
“Demon!” the young priest wailed, flailing holy water towards them. “It is not a child. It must be destroyed.”
“Give it a watery grave,” one of the villagers demanded, the others quickly chorusing their agreement.
Mystique nodded and turned back towards the cliff, looking down at the rolling river below. She lifted the boy up, heart wrenching as he began to wail. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, dropping him over the edge, damning herself as he plunged into the water.
“God’s will has been done!” the priest exclaimed and Mystique closed her eyes, rage filling her, promising herself that she would kill the little man before she disappeared.
She followed the villager’s back through the forest, stopping when she heard a faint cry in the distance before shaking her head. The boy couldn’t have survived. She needed to keep moving, to make a hasty departure from the village, or his death would have been for nothing. The least she could do was give what little life he had some meaning.
Shaking her head, she quickened her pace, intent on erasing tonight’s events from her mind even as she buried him in a special place in her heart.
Author:
willowausFandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique, baby Nightcrawler
Prompt: 18. Damned
Rating: PG
A/N: This is for the
31nights challenge.Moonlight was her only guide as she made her way through the forest. Her limbs ached, flesh tearing from the soles of her bare feet as she ran harder, crushing the newborn tightly to her chest. She heard the voices in the distance, could see the light of the villagers’ torches and knew they were gaining ground. Her heartbeat quickened with each step she took, wishing the boy would stop crying. Didn’t he know he was giving there location away?
Mystique gasped as she reached a cliff, forcing herself to stop just in time. Rocks tumbled into the river below and her mind raced, trying to determine what she should do. Her gaze moved down to the little boy in her arms. Yellow eyes looked up at her and a sob clenched in her throat, running a shaky hand through the boy’s hair. She hiccupped as his crying stopped, his tail making its way out of the blanket and wrapping around her wrist. He was nothing like the boy she’d abandoned years ago. This one was hers.
She stiffened as she heard the villagers’ voices near and knew they would be upon her within seconds. There was nowhere for her to go and the boy would only hold her back, his eventual cries alerting them to her location. She knew what she had to do and hated herself for it.
I am always sacrificing.
Closing her eyes, she pressed a kiss to the top of his head, fingers lovingly stroking the boy’s fur as she morphed her form, mimicking the appearance of one of the villagers.
“The Lady got away,” Mystique informed them, turning to see the group making their way through the trees, their eyes wild with fury. “I got the child.”
“Demon!” the young priest wailed, flailing holy water towards them. “It is not a child. It must be destroyed.”
“Give it a watery grave,” one of the villagers demanded, the others quickly chorusing their agreement.
Mystique nodded and turned back towards the cliff, looking down at the rolling river below. She lifted the boy up, heart wrenching as he began to wail. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, dropping him over the edge, damning herself as he plunged into the water.
“God’s will has been done!” the priest exclaimed and Mystique closed her eyes, rage filling her, promising herself that she would kill the little man before she disappeared.
She followed the villager’s back through the forest, stopping when she heard a faint cry in the distance before shaking her head. The boy couldn’t have survived. She needed to keep moving, to make a hasty departure from the village, or his death would have been for nothing. The least she could do was give what little life he had some meaning.
Shaking her head, she quickened her pace, intent on erasing tonight’s events from her mind even as she buried him in a special place in her heart.