Coming Down

Precipice

A/N: Hello, lovely reader, thanks for taking time out of your busy life to read this! First off, I'll have to warn you that this is the first story I've written in a while, so really it's kind of helping me get back into writing. Also, I'm really no good with accents, so you'll have to use your imagination.

This first chapter took me AGES to get out, and I still feel like it may be a bit too "heavy", but oh well, live and learn, I guess. Rating is for language for now.

Reviews and comments are accepted and appreciated, no pressure though.

Precipice

Happy birthday, Rogue. I thought to myself as I blew out the lone candle on the red velvet cupcake. Twenty-three years old with a life just as fucked up as it was when I was fifteen. It was nobody's fault but my own, I guess; I had a habit of messing things up like Irene always said; I'm my own worst enemy and I have an insatiable need to destroy myself.

Leaving the X-Men and New York seemed like a great idea at the time; I wasn't happy there and I felt suffocated. And of course, I thought I knew better, I thought there was no one better to look after me than myself. Now here I am, living in a rundown apartment in California, working as a mechanic making hardly enough money to pay rent and buy food, but oh well, adult life is great!

I should've listened to Logan, he told me straight out that I'd struggle; he even offered to let me stay in the apartment he owned in downtown Bayville, so I'd be away from the mansion, but close enough to ask for help. I knew that if I called him right now and ask him to bring me back to New York, he'd be here in a heartbeat, but I'm stubborn and I've always found it hard to own up to my mistakes; yet another character flaw I need to work on; I'll add it to the list.

Logan kept in touch though, he even sent me a pretty silver charm bracelet for my birthday; god, I missed him. I had a sneaking suspicion that he knew I wasn't in a good place, but I think he wanted me to actually come out and say it.

A loud bang on the door made me almost jump out of my skin. It's just past eleven at night, who the fuck is stupid enough to disturb me?

I stood up from where I was sitting on the floor and marched over to the door, fully intending to unleash a hoard of very strong words at my late-night visitor. Yanking open the door after removing the deadbolt, I was surprised to see a leggy blonde standing there. Well, I was surprised until I put two and two together.

"What do you want, Raven?" I asked tiredly, leaning against the doorframe.

"Can I come in?" Her voice made me grind my teeth; almost six years of no contact, now here she is, probably needing my help with something.

"Maybe when you tell me why you're here."

Mystique sighed and crossed her arms. "I need your help."

"Oh, big surprise and here I thought you wanted to have some mother-daughter bonding time." I scoffed as I rolled my eyes; a little voice in my head told me to slam the door right in her face, quiet down Wolvie.

"I was thinking I'd be able to have a mature conversation with my adult daughter, I guess we're both disappointed here." Raven barbed, she'd never been able to hide her venomous nature for long.

"Are the X-Men kicking your ass again? Magneto not treating you right?"

Raven stepped closer to me, so I pulled the door tighter to me, ready to lock myself in if things turned sour. "I'm here on behalf of Xavier."