Lila McCann 'Rain of Angels'
"She's WHAT?!"
Warren held the phone away while Jean yelled for immediate information. He called up to tell Scott the news and for advice since he had two kids already. Sort of. But instead the call got interrupted when, what he guessed, Scott accidentally let it slip through their psychic 'bond'. Almost midnight and not a soul to be seen, Joseph had gotten a lecture from both Storm and Logan about talking to Sarah. The doctors went into Salem Center; Maggot was feeding his girls and the others where in bed from what he could guess.
" This so exciting Warren. I'm happy for you both! And Meggan! Of course there's always me too..." Who could forget that night. Scott called the house at four in the morning stuttering like Porky Pig, and after a long guessing game of ...guess came out the news. Of course Cabal had to go to Alaska incase Rachael decided to come seven months earlier than expected.
"Yeah, I guess it is."
"What's wrong I'd of thought you'd be happy to have kids, You're not thinking..."
" Actually, I have. Okay, first twins skip a generation right?"
"That's what they say"
"Then how can she possible be having two! She was a twin and she still is!"
" but that was in her original body Warren, she's in a new one now."
Betsy mentally monitored Warren's discussion, 'You could not be more right Jean.' Still confused by all the happenings she only found that talking to her baby boy/brother was the only thing that could be done. Staying in only one position was painful. And her 'mother' was in a mental 'lockdown'. Sarah not used to all the things associated with being a psychic, was over come with the 'voices' of others. Psyloche did her best to protect her fragile mind, even though it was definitely Betsy body, it somehow obtained the girls emotional memories. So far they were ones dealing only with Storm and Gambit, horrible memories that she would hope to soon forget.
' What is this place?' Sarah wondered around, looking at the shadow covered buildings. The cold cement was alight with street lamps, the roads were deserted. 'Not a human in sight'. She'd been here since nightfall, wondering through rat-infested alleyways, and chilled to the bone with the iced air. She swore that no one was around but...voices flooded her senses, hundreds of them. All talking about different things, math, the cute guy at work, music, weather, and a thousand s other things. She had turned on the street that was pitch black, the street sign was in a foreign language, it looked like chicken scratches. She turned away to start going in another way until something grabbed her, a cold dark hand, she let out a cry of surprise and pain. It burned, like acid, when she turned around to fight the one that dared grab her, her breath caught. There was no one there, only the shadows, the hand was made up of nothing but a shadow! Clutching to her so hard her bare skin started to bruise.
"No" the shadow hissed "You belong with us now girl, you are our servant!" The dark shadows started to take shapes, human shapes. They moaned and wailed as if a ghost, they took shapes of the dead that was noticed when she saw her deceased mother among their numbers. They were all black, clothes were hard to define from their skin.
Their exposed skin was an acid touch their eyes glowed a violent yellow with black slits in the middle
"Let Go! You're not real! You're all dead! I saw you!"
"We saw you die too Betsy, we brought you back, you should thank us for protecting you." John Proudstar scratched out.
"I'm not Betsy! I'm not her! I didn't die!" They started to edge forward, Sarah panicked. Not being able to deal with the dead on a normal basis was-- well frightening. She backed up two feet for every foot they came, but she didn't see the figures form behind her, and was grabbed by one and hoisted up into the air. She did not hold back her screams as she usually did. It hurt, it burned. They were real, and she was dead.
"Release her!"
The voice caught everyone's and thing's attention, there stood Psyloche in her old uniform of armor. Posed on top of the building with her hands on hips and ready to move an attack. The lead shadow lurched towards her direction, pointed his black hand and started to scream out for an attack.
The only shadow that moved was the one of Doug Ramsey. Faster than the others, he quickly met her on top of her building. Sarah took the opportunity of the distracted shadows and kicked out at her holder. In shock the dead thing let go and cried out. Sarah started to run as fast as Betsy's legs would carry her, that's when she realized.
'They think I'm her! I am her! It's only been one day since that *angel* put me in her body! ' She slowed her pace after running at least ten blocks, breathing deep, she turned to a small store's display window. It was horrible, not Betsy, not Sarah, but a man that was changing faces with every thought.
She didn't know who she was, but in fear started to smash the window, cutting her hands deep. The red liquid oozed out of the openings. So busy in her own confusion, Sarah didn't see it coming till it was too late. Victor Creed grabbed her by the hair and threw her down, slamming her into the wall of a brick apartment building. She felt more warm blood creep out of new openings, still trying to catch up to what had happened, she came to just in time to feel her close being torn off of her. 'His raping me then he's goin' to kill me'.
"NO!" Betsy sat up strait in the uncomfortable medical bed. She started to run her hands over one another looking for the wounds, and felt the back of her neck for the gash, but it to was gone.
Having heard the scream Hank woke up from the outburst, sitting up straight in his uncomfortable bed of a desk and chair, he ran towards the room were she stayed
"BETSY!" Angel had also heard the out cry and took no time to guess.
"Remember, you are ours"
When the 'presence' left the pain subsided, Kipper gently touched her leg expecting to find blood. When she pulled her hand back to her face, burnt charred skin came with it. She uncurled quickly sitting up, and then looking up and down found that were the burning had been was black. Her clothes burned through with hand imprints all the way up. The smell of burned skin stung her nose. It hurt, and yet it couldn't even be there. The small candle still alight flickered, then died giving off a smooth stream of smoke. Then the pain started to get strong again. Hands from no where pulled her under, with one of the acid hand s holding her mouth, all she could do is cry.
Joesph was no t having an easy night either, after being denied of sleep for thirty or so hours, nightmares flooded his dreamscape. Pictures of Rouge touching him, absorbing him, taking his memories, brining back the old. Stealing the new, just like she did Logan, it took them the rest of the day to get him out of the feral mode. Then Rouge was flying around with a Canadian accent ever since. The dreams persisted, making him reveal and thrive in his bed. The same thing his mind was fearing is what woke him up, a sudden scream from Rouge.
"Rouge! Rouge wake up! Wake up!"
The male voice was of the present and not of the past, cautiously her green eyes slowly opened. It wasn't the little girl burning in the front seat of the truck, it wasn't her son dying of cancer in St. Jude's hospital, it was Joseph. From the appearance and the time she guessed it was, he had been sleeping as well.
" Joe...Joseph?"
He nodded in reply, then saw her collapse in his arms.
"It was so terrible! Both of them! Ah lost both o' them! Ah...He made a deal with the guy ta save him but it was all a lie! He died anyway! An...and my daughter! Ah...ah was so dumb! Ah killed her! Ah killed my baby!" Rouge sobbed in to his chest about the children, while he held her in bewilderment. Not quite sure exactly what to say at the outburst. "Get away from me!" she yelled out of no where, then through him across the room smashing through the wall and landing the wall opposite of it. The large hole in the wall, which he had just traveled, would be the last thing he remembered before passing out, and the only thing he could her was Rouge screaming at him 'Never touch me again!'
." Hank, how is she?" Angel said cupping his chin with his hand and holding his elbow in the other.
"She seemed to settle down a bit but is steal mumbling something about Creed and someone named Tina. Not to mention the physic...Warren? Are you listening?"
"Hmm...? Oh yeah I'm listening."
"Exactly how many hours of sleep have you gotten between last night and this one?"
"Counting how long I passed out...about three hours in two days."
"That bad huh? Well then I'm your doctor and Simon say's sleep" Hank put one blue hand around warren's shoulder and started to lead towards the sleeping quarters.
"But Betsy..."
"Will be here when you awake I assure you."
'Maybe so Doctor, but not at all the way you left her...'