SILVER | P. Maximoff [X-MEN]

Ⓧ | I, Scarlet Witch [WM 4/6]

(Italics are flashbacks)

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     Her head held a migraine as she sat up, pain rushed threw her head. Her hands gripped around it in a huff, "errrr.", she moaned. She had to convince her to drag herself up just to get dressed. It felt like a chore and her face left a miserable look. "What's wrong? What did you do?", Peter sounded like a broken record with worry as Wanda leaned against a table. "You haven't been taking you meds, have you?", the speedster suspected.

"It's fine. I'm fine, I'm just a bit moody. I don't need my metal illness to control me.", she argued. Her hands down on the dresser, letting her hair flow freely, freezing her glare to watch a smudge on the mirror, thinking. Peter sighed, "You know how important it is to you and everyone else that you take your medication." She shook her head, "What are you, our mom. I don't need any fancy pills. I can handle it on my own." She began to yell as a sharp deep crack in the mansions wall appeared, moving upwards, cracking in motion.

She held her arms to her hips. Before this, She didn't know what side of her it was that made her do it. But effortlessly she found herself tossing her medication mostly down the toilet. She held herself back in shock after it was over. Yeah, it wasn't her brightest idea but she still argued, "Why does it matter, I'm stronger without my meds anyways"

"You're also more mentally unstable."

"So? Why does it matter?"

"You dumped your mood stabilizers. Mutant powers are hooked onto emotions."

"I'm stronger without my medication." Her mind kept telling her that it wasn't a big deal. She acted as if it was the flu that she had. Her mind convinced herself that her medicine was going to control her mind and every motion. She felt paranoia.

"Are you hearing yourself? The Wanda I know wouldn't argue about this.", Peter calmly said. Wanda held her hands to her head as she took a deep breath in, "Maybe I changed."

"This isn't you, Wanda."

Her attitude snapped, "Why are you always so controlling over me?"

"You're my little sister."

"I'm the same age as you. Twelve short minutes shouldn't separate us."

"This isn't you. This isn't what an X-men would do."

"I'm not an X-men! I am nothing like you. The X-men are wrong about me, this is who I am. I choose my own path. I tend on doing the right thing, I am doing the right thing and if that means spilling blood, I won't hesitate."

Peter froze at her words. 'What happened to her?' Her words became cold and broken. She wasn't the same, she was consumed. The Wanda he knew as a kid was filled with kindness, he knew that it was still there deep down. She was never a killer. She couldn't even hurt a fly.