"You wouldn't have killed Zed" Scarlett says, sitting down next to me. I tense involuntarily, I still don't love Scarlett popping up in my dreams, I know it's just my imagination, but she seems and acts so real, so like herself.
"Is it you?" I ask vulnerably, I know this isn't Scarlett. Scarlett is dead, I saw her die. Ghosts aren't real, Scarlett is gone.
"If I knew the answer, I suppose you wouldn't be asking" Scarlett murmurs thoughtfully. I see the blood on Scarlett's top, and I look away, I caused that blood, everything that has happened to Scarlett was my fault.
"I would've thought it would be Clover here" I say, a part of me is sad Clover hasn't shown up in my nightmares, the second part of me is relived. I tried to kill Zed because he killed Clover, so why is Scarlett the one here?
"I guess I'm harder to let go of, I was your best friend after all" Scarlett replies, glancing over at me. "You were the first real friend I had, you know." A lump forms in my throat as I picture ten-year-old Scarlett, she was so scared and shy when Mystique first introduced me to her, but within hours we had already become best friends.
"I wanted to let Clover kill Magneto because of what he did to both of you, and I want to kill Zed because he killed Clover, is that really so wrong?" I ask Scarlett. Killing Zed might not be justice, but I'm more interested in revenge at this point.
Scarlett fiddles with a red curl and stands up, she walks over to the door of the cell and looks out into the hallway. I raise an eyebrow, is my dream expecting a third person?
"You tore yourself apart over deaths you didn't know about, when it came down to it, you wouldn't have delivered the final blow" Scarlett says confidently.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes" Scarlett says determinedly. She walks back to me and sits down in the same position she was just sat in. I glance down at my bed sheets, fiddling with the white sheet as I wait for Scarlett to keep talking. "You always said I was nicer than you, but in truth you were always gentle. People overlook your gentleness because of your skills and powers, but you don't like violence or fighting."
"Remember when we decided to climb that tree and the branch almost fell down?" I ask Scarlett, cracking a smile as I think back to that memory. Scarlett had been at the x-men institute for a few weeks, and we were walking around the grounds when we saw this massive tree with heaps of branches. I think it was my idea to climb it and we both climbed a lot higher than we planned, we tried to sit on the same branch next to each other and it almost fell.
"You swore you used your earth powers to make sure the branch stayed attached to the tree" Scarlett chuckles. "Then you made me sit there for like half an hour until you decided it was safe for us to climb back down."
"How was I supposed to know if my earth powers account for your climbing on the branch?" I defend myself, smiling widely as I think back to that memory. Ashton and Henry had called us idiots for climbing a tree which is fair, but it was fun.
"That's why I wanted you as my best friend" Scarlett informs me.
"Because I climbed a tree?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Hardly a trait you'd pick a best friend on.
"No, you're fun and a great friend and your loyalty is endless, you still think of me fondly after everything that happened" Scarlett answers.
My mouth goes dry, how can I not? I had over five years with Scarlett before everything happened and every minute of it was wonderful, I truly thought the world of Scarlett and I didn't see any faults in her.
"Is it bad if I want Zed dead?" I ask Scarlett quietly, thinking of Clover. I loved Clover, maybe more than I'd ever loved anyone.
"I wouldn't call it bad, but you don't, you're just focusing on your anger because you don't think you can handle the pain of losing Clover, not after everything else you've been through" Scarlett answers, I resist the urge to argue considering she's probably right.
I've lost Scarlett and Ashton, both the x-men and avengers lied to me, I was tortured, I bombed a building and killed over a hundred people, Scarlett tried to kill me, and Flash and Peter's aunt were killed, maybe I can't let myself experience the pain of losing Clover.
"I wish you were here" I murmur, pain forms in my chest as I glance over and see Scarlett is gone. My heart sinks. The only thing left is the trace of Scarlett's blood on my bedsheets.
"Storm, wake up" a voice says, I flinch as I open my eyes and see Natasha standing in front of me. I glance down at my bed, but the sheets are clean, there's no blood.
*Author's Note* Queen Natasha Romanoff has arrived.
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Beautiful Ruins
Боевик"Maybe there was a fleeting moment where I wanted to be a hero and believed I could be one, but the truth is I'm not, I won't ever be. My past does define me, it made me a villain" - Storm. Fifteen-year-old Storm is the daughter of Black Widow and I...
