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One night of peace; [Longshot]
Topic Started: Dec 20 2008, 08:32 AM (275 Views)
Alix
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November 30th



For what felt like forever, there had been nothing really real; There were the things she'd done under direction, the various minor events in Dr Sin's lab.. and of course, the searches for the black king. Things that she had done, yet somehow had only the memory after, not the memory during. Time had passed with little to no real meaning and, in every part, she no longer felt alive, nor did she care. Everything that she'd become, everything that she'd achieved- every bit of motivation that she'd possessed had been destroyed. Sure, there hadn't been the sort of torments that had been particularly wanted by Sin, yet in some way he'd been successful with the most important of psychological effects. His Serum; his methods- in some part similar to her life far before any goodness had been found- returned to her original self; what had made her so adamant for Longshot in the first place. A tool; a doll. She'd lost herself, lost her will and everything in between. She'd fought valiantly until there had been nothing left- none of the indignation, none of her morals, none of her adamant devotion to the so-called right. In some way she'd forgotten it; her complicated mind focusing on what she'd been told, returning to the life she'd fought to forget. The thing she'd been before the institute, before X-factor, before choice and before everything that had ever meant anything to her usefulness beyond nothing more than a tool.

Lethargic and vacant, she stared dully towards the dresser. As promised, she'd been there before he'd even arrived, as much a toy as he had ever been. She didn't care that this was Longshot's room, she didn't care that she was out of the strange world of Dr Sin's Lab. She didn't even seem to notice that she was sitting- hands folded silently in her lap- on the bottom edge of the bed. The serum was wearing off, however lucky it could be considered; yet she was, as much as she had been in the months searching for Max, as much a doll and as little a savior as she'd ever been. She looked like Alix; but to all mental devices... she was just a pretty look a like.
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He was afraid to see her, to be honest, and Longshot was never afraid. He thought she would hate him, he thought he would hate himself. He thought he would have to hurt Sin very very badly and had been forbidden to touch him by orders of his queen. It scared him, that he had been unable to disobey her. Made him afraid that he would never be able to truly cut his strings.

She waited for him, his pawns had said, and so he had come to his rooms, and now stood on the opposite side of the door from her. Would she hit him, would she yell at him....

He opened the door and saw her perched on the edge of his bed and he recognized that look on her face. It was the look he had worn when he was first created, one of Mojo's tools. It was the look he had seen on the faces of the other clones in Mojo's stables even as he had killed them. Sin had broken his savior and made her again a toy.

He crossed to her quickly, and fell to his knees in front of her, taking her hands in his and putting his face in her lap, his eyes wet with tears, "My savior," he whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. This is almost over, I swear it. There's just one last thing to be done and then you'll be free."
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She understood like so many other things; some bare repressed part of her saw him- he far more a savior than she had ever been- and his tears. She felt his feelings and saw his worry. She wanted to react- wanted to feel as he felt and see things as he did, even if now it was hardly possible. On the other side of things however she didn't understand it was all too much. The feeling, the love- the everything that Longshot now was that she was not. It was odd, really- months before she had met him and both had discovered that Alix had moved past the state they both knew so well.. but now.. now she was as far as behind as ever.

::It never stops.:: Her head lowered quietly, looking silently down onto Longshot's pretty hair sightlessly ::You shouldn't cry, Longshot it's alright... don't cry. You saved me, you're the savior now more than ever. I should apologize to you, not you to I.:: Perhaps another time her voice could've been pleading, but this time there was just a voice; a soft, agreeable tone that was at it's core.. nothing.

She felt and reacted because he wanted her too; but the real Alix knew. Longshot was important; more important than anyone in the world. ::One more thing?:: She questioned simply- though didn't ask exactly what. While retaining some of her natural curious tendencies she'd learned quickly that demanding would get her no where- at least, not anymore. Still dully, her black and white eyes focused easily onto Longshot's pretty face. She heard the words free; but it meant nothing. They wouldn't keep her from X factor.. but it'd be a good long while before she'd be the same again- if ever.
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Longshot heard her talk in his mind and he realized that Sin's potions were wearing off. But there was no emotion, no expression. She had been hurt, badly hurt. She apologized and he was puzzled. What could she have possibly got to say sorry for? He sat down next to her on the bed, and stroked her arm, whispering, "My Alix, my poor Alix, I'll share your pain, for tonight. You'll tell me, and maybe it will help to ease your mind." He rested his hand on her sleeve, and closed his eyes, though golden light poured from beneath his eyelashes.

And, he saw, every wicked thing that she had done on Sin's orders, every pain and humiliation she had endured. This made Dr. Sin Longshot's enemy, sworn on whatever honor the assassin clone had in him. He saw threat and every anger rained on her by the Brotherhood, and the list of enemies grew longer in his mind.

And then, he saw something deeper, deeper within her and her reason for being in Wolf's Head was revealed. She was searching for a painting... one of the paintings his donor had done...

... she was searching for his humanity and instead lost her own.

His eyes flew open, and he whispered, "Oh, Alix..."

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He'd found it; The months of pain, the things endured- everything she'd lost and everything she'd done. Even as he saw everything that had been, she stared forwards- not daring to look at her own savior for even a moment. As he relieved them, she remembered, vaguely going through each thought with dull realization. His thoughts served to remind the toy Alix of her own lost humanity; bringing it close enough that in some way, she could find it again. He might not've realized but in doing such he'd saved her once more as always. How ironic that he referred to her as savior when, so many times over and over, Longshot had proven himself far more a savior than she believed she could ever be.

He whispered and she swallowed painfully- black and white eyes closing in her own personal reprieve from everything. Before, she would've been upset- perhaps even moved to notions of revenge and murder for everyone- and everything- that had made the past few months what they had become. She didn't feel it; not anymore... but never had she hated anyone group of people as much as she hated the brotherhood and Dr. Sin.

::He said he'd keep an eye out for the paintings.. that nice old man at the gallery. But he can't now. He never will. His daughter was a mutant, you know? There were mutants on that island, too.:: She still held no emotion, her eyes still blank- even if the barest hint of a tear glistened unnoticed at the edge of her eye.

::I lost me... but you... you remind me. Don't be sad, please?:: She didn't make complete sense but it was hardly expected for her to do so.
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She implored him not to be sad, and Longshot was infinitely touched that she still thought about him and wanted him happy. He was a long way from happy though at this moment, and he was not exactly sad. No, no Longshot was furious, and an angry cloned assassin was a very bad thing for the one on the opposite end of that anger. Dr. Sin was protected as a member of the court, and Longshot was honor bound to do whatever it took to find and recover their king, but he knew that Sin had taken pleasure in torturing Alix when torture was unnecessary. Erebus had given Sin free rein to "keep him happy" and while he was not so unaware of the concessions given to him in this place to keep him content, Max had always given him the impression that Alix's safety was one of those concessions.

For Erebus to have gone back on that promise for the sake of this arrogant and sadistic man who clearly had no sense of honor or even style. Alix owed Max, she owed him for harboring her when there was whatever evils had befallen the X-Men. She would have searched for him as best she could had she been asked, and it stuck in Longshot's craw that no one had allowed him even to ask.

He ran his hands over Alix's hair, and knelt beside her on the bed. He leaned towards her, kissing her cheek, gently. "Tomorrow, Alix, we take you to use Cerebro... and then, then if luck has it, you will be home. You'll have your rest, I promise you." He slumped away from her, "I should have protected you better. I should have been better for you. Then, you wouldn't be in this predicament."
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She looked towards him mournfully, strange eyes shifting over Longshot with that same dull look though something of emotion shined through; there wasn't near enough for it to really be her own. A mimic; matching his emotions as she should have. When he leaned forward, she smiled in dull peace. though shifted forward when he kneeled back, concern clear on her usually unexpressive features. Methodologically, she raised her hand and touched his cheek, as gently as any close friend or mother; though never once romantic.

::You did everything you could've done and more.. I should have been stronger.. not you. If I'd been better... a whole island of people would be saved and I would've been safe at home.. not here.. not this.:: She looked downwards silently, strange eyes falling to her hands quietly.

::You brought me here.. when I could've been there... you're everything, Longshot.:: she leaned forward silently and kissed his cheek in return. ::Thank you for everything.:: Cerebro didn't matter; the thought of walking into the school to use a machine that was, in part, everything that represented the Xmen didn't phase her- she was past that, past fears or cares.

::You're going, right? Not him? Not that man?::
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She kissed him and told him it wasn't his fault, and Longshot knew that she was saying it because she thought he needed to hear it, that he wanted to hear it... It wasn't true. Her involvement with the Hellfire Club was the result of her involvement with him. Her presence on Wolfs Head was the result of her involvement with him. She had shaken her horrible past, and now this was all being brought back up because of her involvement with him.

He lowered his head and slipped off the bed. It was a big bed, large enough for many people, and many people had played in pleasure and pain on this bed, but tonight there would be only one person in the bed. Alix would have it all to herself and Longshot would not sleep tonight, he rarely really needed a lot of sleep, his genetically manipulated systems allowing him to exist on minimal rest or even to enter hibernation for long periods of times. He would sit up, on one of the lounge chairs, and sharpen his knives, or comb his hair, or do anything to keep Sin from sending his monsters after Alix, or prevent himself from going after Sin.

Alix asked about her tormentor, and Longshot said, "You will never have to worry about him again, Alix. I will never ever allow him near you again." He crossed the room and pulled from the wardrobe, a soft cotton night gown, and a warm robe that he brought to her, both white, not the black of his court that he usually favored. "You'll need your rest. What would you like to eat? I'll send a pawn for it while you dress and get under the covers. Dinner in bed will be a comfortable thing, I think, then you can rest, and sleep safely tonight." The shine in his eye was golden and pure, "I promise you that there will be no more hurting you. None at all."
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She knew she wouldn't have thought it his fault, ever- even if it was hard to remember, even if it was hard to feel- never would she ever blame him. Never. It'd never cross her mind and as he stood, she settled back quietly, suddenly focusing again on the dresser as she listened to him silently. She took the clothing with a quiet nod, one hand barely running over the fabric as if it offered some small level of comfort.

::I don't mind... Anything. A sandwich... that will do alright:: He continued and she nodded silently, looking down towards the night gown and robe quietly. He spoke about Sin and barely, she seemed to relax more, quietly letting at least a small amount of the worry dissipate. Suddenly, the toil of everything weighed down and while life had seemed like nothing but constant sleep for the past few months real sleep had become rare, tiredness crept in.

::I owe you everything, Longshot.. someday.. someday I will give as much as you've given me.:: Ironically, a chance she would've had to prove her thanks and her gratitude had been stolen and turned into something far beyond any ofference of repayment. She owed nothing to the Hellfire Club in her own mind now; just Longshot and perhaps The Black King; but never again the organization as a whole.
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