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Post by Typhoid on Sept 23, 2007 20:49:47 GMT -5
"We were eight when our mutation surfaced," she continued, remembering how hers had manifested. "I was in the yard playing with a friend of mine, and when our hands connected, she just...dissolved. Isabella was across the school, and I felt something similar happen to her." Her eyes clouded over, remembering. "How strong they were, it made us sick. I was strong enough to survive it, but she didn't."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 23, 2007 21:06:56 GMT -5
::Pietro's expression became a frown. Eight was far too young for that sort of traumatic ability. He had been young also, but not as that, and although he had been told his speed would kill him, it was nothing so terrible. That she was stronger was good for her, but he knew that to lose her sister must have been to lose part of herself. He didn't think he could survive Wanda's death.:: "Rossignol..."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 23, 2007 21:18:06 GMT -5
"We were put in quarantine, and only a few people were allowed in to see us," she said, simply continuing what had happened. It had been too long that she hadn't spoken about her sister. "I heard her heart beat stop." She stopped and shook her head slightly, clearing the memories from her mind. "My mental abilities didn't start until much later."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 23, 2007 22:00:02 GMT -5
::Pietro's hands curled into fists at the mention of quarantine. He took offense at any cruelty to children, and to lock them away as infectious animals was beyond cruel. To let a child die there...to make her twin watch...he thought he would be ill. He had no words that could possibly give comfort.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 23, 2007 22:18:32 GMT -5
She saw his hands form fists, and stopped him with her hand on his arm, shaking her head. "They didn't know it was a mutation, Pietro. They tried to treat us, but you couldn't cure mutation, not then. They tried to bring her back, when I started yelling for help, but she wasn't strong enough to be revived." Those who had cared for them as children had been kind to them, all except for one. Even after they realized she was a mutant, they still did their best to place her with a family.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 23, 2007 22:32:37 GMT -5
::Pietro tried to picture it in his mind, but he failed. He had spent most of his youth with men who understood what mutation was. He simply could not imagine it as an illness, or imagine thinking it one. It was easier to think of it as Hellfire rained down, as some in Europe did. And to lose her twin...he had no words, not even then.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 23, 2007 22:36:14 GMT -5
"I've shocked you, haven't I?" she asked, not being funny. She hadn't meant to become so morbid. "It just looked like fever to them, as measles or the flu would."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 23, 2007 22:43:05 GMT -5
::Pietro shook his head slightly. He was not shocked, not precisely. Shocked, to him, was entirely different than this feeling. He had been shocked when Django and Marya had sat he and Wanda down, to tell them they were not their natural parents. He had been shocked the first time Magneto had struck him. This feeling was entirely different, and he had no words to describe it. He felt he could not relate, but tried to verbalize it some way, so she would know he was not dumbstruck.:: "I would die if I lost Wanda."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 23, 2007 22:48:13 GMT -5
"I almost did." She had stayed in her room, refusing to eat and staying awake all night until one day she collapsed from sheer exhaustion and lack of food. She woke on her bed, being fed intravenously. They had, by then, found out how to care for her without touching her. She had shrunk to half her normal weight by the time she was treated. "I couldn't feel her anymore. And I didn't want to live with that."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 23, 2007 23:00:23 GMT -5
::That Pietro understood more easily. He was grateful she had survived, but he wished she had not needed to lose part of herself, had not needed to lose her twin along the way.:: "Fate is cruel that way."
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 23, 2007 23:05:20 GMT -5
"Sometimes it is." By now they had made their way around the path and back towards the bench, Kyra's clothing still neatly folded on it where Typhoid had left it.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 24, 2007 19:49:28 GMT -5
::They approached the bench where they had begun and Pietro waited to take his cue from her.:: "Do you want to walk another lap?"
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 24, 2007 19:59:36 GMT -5
She shook her head. "No, I think I'll go inside and sleep. I was up too late last night." Talking about her lost sister had been good for her, in a way, but dredging up the memories had deepened her fatigue. Still, he had asked for a truth, and she wanted him to know something about her that no one else did.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 24, 2007 21:21:34 GMT -5
"I will escort you," ::Pietro offered as they reached the bench.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 24, 2007 21:38:46 GMT -5
"It's alright," she said, shaking her head. She wanted to be in his company whenever she could, but she wouldn't capitalize on his time. "Not unless you intend on taking a nap with me as well. I only have to drop Kyra's things off to her room."
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