Ⓧ | Living in a Dream [WM 5/6]

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(Italics mean a vision/nightmare)


(Italics mean a vision/nightmare)

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Wanda tossed and turned in her bed. Her heart quickly pounded. She mumbled and squirmed under the covers as she adjusted her sleeping position. She was lost in her mind. She was lost in from her own reality. The atmosphere around her felt foggy as she could recognize the scenery. Thick tree roots wrapped around the legs, tightening her down. The scene seemed familiar from somewhere. The voices that she made out was clear, like an obvious memory, but not hers. A memory from her brother, altered into a different perspective, a new nightmare.

"Foolish child.", Apocalypse grunted, gripping Peter in his grasp. The same tree branch substance tightly held his leg in place. "No!", she yelled. Apocalypse moved closer towards him, pulling back on his silver hair. "No! Get away from him!", she shouted. "Don't take another step closer!" The girl cried on her knees. "End him." Apocalypse spoke. "No! Please Don't!" Her screeches didn't matter to the crazed blue mutant mutant. "I understand your struggle, my child.", the apocalyptic mutant whispered with her inches away from his feet, her body barley out of his grasp.

"You could never!"

Her body shook for the view as a woman in a purple suit stepped forwards. "No!", Wanda begged. "Don't do this!" A bright purple array of light grew from her hand in the shape of a sword. "I love you, Wanda.", Peter mumbled. "I love you too." Her eyes began to water. She was going to watch her twin be killed. "Please no! Stop! Don't touch him!" The bright red aroma around her body grew. Her pulse of energy broke Magneto's magnetic field, shifting it in its place. Her screams echoed, begging for mercy, "No! Don't kill him! Kill me instead! Please!"

The sword came closer to his throat. Her heartbeat began to rise, beating out of her chest. The red aroma disappeared the harden tree roots around her ankles, dusted into many red bricks of matter. A brink of red energy shot out around her. She slowly stood up with her eye fully filled with the red fiery glow that she learned to hate.

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