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Betsy wore a black bandana, grey sweats, and another frown on her face. She'd taken to avoiding most people since she'd left the medlabs and well, she didn't feel up to company at the moment. Emerging from within the elevator, Betsy couldn't help but wonder if Hank found it amusing by asking her the same question every single morning.
Holding a notebook in one hand and a broken pencil in her other bone covered hand, Sarah walked down the steps and into the basement hallway. This morning had been rough, attempting not to shred everything she touched. What she really wanted was a few minutes to herself to try to get rid of the problem.
Unexplained feelings, lost time, and hallucinations, but it was the constant fatigue that bothered her most. Betsy looked up from her inner mumblings to see a person crossing the hall ahead. Sarah. The shards of bone breaking through her skin, the unmistakable scowl on her face, and the determined stride were enough to make Betsy race to catch up. "Sarah, Sarah, wait!"
Sarah practically freezes mid-stride. Cursing her luck, she turns her head to face behind her, expression unchanged. "Betsy." She looks back in the direction she'd been heading, the christmas decorations glow visibly not far from where she stands. So close.
She stopped abruptly at Sarah's reply. "Hello." Betsy studied the young girl's features and inwardly cringed. She doesn't want to talk to you. Be smart, walk away. Then another voice, much darker, soothing her fears, wanted her to force Sarah to deal with her. "Haven't seen you around, lately?"
"Pity. I've been here." Subconciously, she puts the pencil in her other hand and reaches behind her. There's a bone coming out, just out of reach. The sound of ripping fabric accompanies a low growl of frustration. "Fucking hell."
Betsy's eyebrows raised at the explicative. "You should still show a modicum of respect when talking to your elders, Sarah. Here, let me help." She turned her around, finding the bone breaking through the base of her spine and grimaced.
Droplets of blood, glistening off the ivory shard, Betsy blinked and felt light-headed. Whispers in the background, calling to her, speaking through her. A dark, foreign smile played on her lips and she pushed the bone to the side and twisted it, "does this hurt?"
Annoyed, Sarah continues to talk while Betsy examines the bone. "Well excuse me if I'm not worrying about--" she hisses in pain when Betsy twists the bone. Bones on her spine are painful anyway, but this is quite possibly the most pain she's been in for a while. She swats at Betsy. "Fucking stop that!"
She grabbed onto Sarah's hand and held onto it tightly, "if you want this out, let me do it." Betsy released her wrist and continued, "it's the least I can do for helping me return to the land of the living."
She placed a hand on Sarah's hip to hold her down. She knew there would be a scream, she hoped for a scream. With a quick motion, Betsy yanked on the bone. "Surprise such a small thing could cause so much discomfort."
Sarah bites her lip when the bone comes out, and the coppery taste of blood hits her tongue. It HURTS. She pushes herself away from Betsy, hard, trying to put as much space between them as possible. "NEVER. DO THAT. AGAIN."
Betsy shrugged, unphased by the brute contact. "I won't. But it had to come out sooner or later. It's suppose to hurt, everything hurts. Pain is life, breathing. And sometimes, pain lets you know that something is horribly wrong." Betsy twirled the bone in her hand, fascinated by it, amused. "And sometimes teaches you, it must be done by force, if necessary.
Sarah totters between wanting to throw herself at Betsy and _show_ her pain, and wanting to just get away. Blood drips down her back and she feels it beginning to run down her legs. She stands, silent, staring at Betsy with cold eyes. Finally she speaks. "I told you, I have nothing to say to you."
"Does not mean, I have nothing to say to you, does it?" She tilted her head, watching Sarah as she bore mental daggers into her head. "You're angry," she said. A small grin teasing her lips, "I can understand that."
Clasping her hands behind her back, "I still must express my thanks, in your blatant disregard for school rules. It showed initiative and promise, I am impressed by this. Though, if you still wish to leave, I will no longer hold you here." Betsy moved out of the way, her hand outstretched, egging Sarah to go run into the basement and hide.
Sarah tentatively presses her back. The hand she brings back in front of her is covered in blood. "Maybe I should have left you in the medlab," she growls, pushing Betsy out of her way with her bloody hand and yanking her bone away from her in the other.
The second blow sent her back, knocking the wind out of her. With that, her mind casted off the darkness and managed to surpress the whispers. She looked up at Sarah, mystified at how the scene had quickly changed. There was blood, so much blood. And she couldn't remember anything. "Wait, please!"
Sarah clutched the bone close to her, a bloody notebook lay forgotten on the floor. She looked at Betsy, bottom lip between her teeth. Her voice is emotionless. "You've made your point. Now go the hell away."
Betsy moved towards her, confused. "I don't understand. What's happened? Sarah, please..."
Sarah steps back, just as confused. "I... Betsy, just _go_." She turns quickly to hide whatever emotions wash over her face: fear, hurt, confusion. Her blood covered clothes stick to her body as she walks towards her room.
Resignedly, Betsy turned to leave, a sharp pain making its' presence known in her temple, as she traversed the hallway. She shivered against the chill setting in her bones, whispering to herself. "Something is wrong with me. Oh god, something is so very wrong."
This log killed Emily. She's not in, just a pile of goo, actually.
Betsy wore a black bandana, grey sweats, and another frown on her face. She'd taken to avoiding most people since she'd left the medlabs and well, she didn't feel up to company at the moment. Emerging from within the elevator, Betsy couldn't help but wonder if Hank found it amusing by asking her the same question every single morning.
Holding a notebook in one hand and a broken pencil in her other bone covered hand, Sarah walked down the steps and into the basement hallway. This morning had been rough, attempting not to shred everything she touched. What she really wanted was a few minutes to herself to try to get rid of the problem.
Unexplained feelings, lost time, and hallucinations, but it was the constant fatigue that bothered her most. Betsy looked up from her inner mumblings to see a person crossing the hall ahead. Sarah. The shards of bone breaking through her skin, the unmistakable scowl on her face, and the determined stride were enough to make Betsy race to catch up. "Sarah, Sarah, wait!"
Sarah practically freezes mid-stride. Cursing her luck, she turns her head to face behind her, expression unchanged. "Betsy." She looks back in the direction she'd been heading, the christmas decorations glow visibly not far from where she stands. So close.
She stopped abruptly at Sarah's reply. "Hello." Betsy studied the young girl's features and inwardly cringed. She doesn't want to talk to you. Be smart, walk away. Then another voice, much darker, soothing her fears, wanted her to force Sarah to deal with her. "Haven't seen you around, lately?"
"Pity. I've been here." Subconciously, she puts the pencil in her other hand and reaches behind her. There's a bone coming out, just out of reach. The sound of ripping fabric accompanies a low growl of frustration. "Fucking hell."
Betsy's eyebrows raised at the explicative. "You should still show a modicum of respect when talking to your elders, Sarah. Here, let me help." She turned her around, finding the bone breaking through the base of her spine and grimaced.
Droplets of blood, glistening off the ivory shard, Betsy blinked and felt light-headed. Whispers in the background, calling to her, speaking through her. A dark, foreign smile played on her lips and she pushed the bone to the side and twisted it, "does this hurt?"
Annoyed, Sarah continues to talk while Betsy examines the bone. "Well excuse me if I'm not worrying about--" she hisses in pain when Betsy twists the bone. Bones on her spine are painful anyway, but this is quite possibly the most pain she's been in for a while. She swats at Betsy. "Fucking stop that!"
She grabbed onto Sarah's hand and held onto it tightly, "if you want this out, let me do it." Betsy released her wrist and continued, "it's the least I can do for helping me return to the land of the living."
She placed a hand on Sarah's hip to hold her down. She knew there would be a scream, she hoped for a scream. With a quick motion, Betsy yanked on the bone. "Surprise such a small thing could cause so much discomfort."
Sarah bites her lip when the bone comes out, and the coppery taste of blood hits her tongue. It HURTS. She pushes herself away from Betsy, hard, trying to put as much space between them as possible. "NEVER. DO THAT. AGAIN."
Betsy shrugged, unphased by the brute contact. "I won't. But it had to come out sooner or later. It's suppose to hurt, everything hurts. Pain is life, breathing. And sometimes, pain lets you know that something is horribly wrong." Betsy twirled the bone in her hand, fascinated by it, amused. "And sometimes teaches you, it must be done by force, if necessary.
Sarah totters between wanting to throw herself at Betsy and _show_ her pain, and wanting to just get away. Blood drips down her back and she feels it beginning to run down her legs. She stands, silent, staring at Betsy with cold eyes. Finally she speaks. "I told you, I have nothing to say to you."
"Does not mean, I have nothing to say to you, does it?" She tilted her head, watching Sarah as she bore mental daggers into her head. "You're angry," she said. A small grin teasing her lips, "I can understand that."
Clasping her hands behind her back, "I still must express my thanks, in your blatant disregard for school rules. It showed initiative and promise, I am impressed by this. Though, if you still wish to leave, I will no longer hold you here." Betsy moved out of the way, her hand outstretched, egging Sarah to go run into the basement and hide.
Sarah tentatively presses her back. The hand she brings back in front of her is covered in blood. "Maybe I should have left you in the medlab," she growls, pushing Betsy out of her way with her bloody hand and yanking her bone away from her in the other.
The second blow sent her back, knocking the wind out of her. With that, her mind casted off the darkness and managed to surpress the whispers. She looked up at Sarah, mystified at how the scene had quickly changed. There was blood, so much blood. And she couldn't remember anything. "Wait, please!"
Sarah clutched the bone close to her, a bloody notebook lay forgotten on the floor. She looked at Betsy, bottom lip between her teeth. Her voice is emotionless. "You've made your point. Now go the hell away."
Betsy moved towards her, confused. "I don't understand. What's happened? Sarah, please..."
Sarah steps back, just as confused. "I... Betsy, just _go_." She turns quickly to hide whatever emotions wash over her face: fear, hurt, confusion. Her blood covered clothes stick to her body as she walks towards her room.
Resignedly, Betsy turned to leave, a sharp pain making its' presence known in her temple, as she traversed the hallway. She shivered against the chill setting in her bones, whispering to herself. "Something is wrong with me. Oh god, something is so very wrong."
This log killed Emily. She's not in, just a pile of goo, actually.
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Date: 2003-12-08 06:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-08 05:13 pm (UTC)Indeed
Date: 2003-12-08 05:22 pm (UTC)Re: Indeed
Date: 2003-12-08 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-08 08:28 pm (UTC)*books plane to Australia*
Hey.
Date: 2003-12-08 09:27 pm (UTC)Wait, did Scott die in that arc, or was he off being a Fakity Mutant Hunter guy?
Re: Hey.
Date: 2003-12-08 09:29 pm (UTC)"No, that was when you were evil and the X-Men were dead."
The Australia-era X-Men was all post-FotM, and X-Factor had been "outed" as mutants. To my knowledge, Scott's never been to the Australia base, although I think he's been to the continent in regular MU canon.
Re: Hey.
Date: 2003-12-08 09:53 pm (UTC)That guy's love life gives me a headache.
Re: Hey.
Date: 2003-12-09 01:54 am (UTC)Re: Hey.
Date: 2003-12-09 03:44 am (UTC)Right, sign me up for that one.
Re: Hey.
Date: 2003-12-09 05:10 pm (UTC)