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Old Ghosts.What If She Came Back? by Rachel |
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"It’s happening again," Psylocke whispered to herself. I can’t believe it’s all happening again." She looked at the map on the vanity in front of her. "I wonder where I’ll go next." She knew she had to leave. A ghost from her past had come back to haunt her, one she had hoped she had been rid of forever, but she was back, and now Psylocke would be moving again. She looked at herself in the mirror, frowning at what she saw. She was still young, but in many ways she looked so much older. She had purple eyes, tired eyes. Paired with a small nose that pointed slightly upward at the tip and a set of pouty lips. She was exotic, everyone said she was. Warren thought so too. She smiled slightly at the thought. "You are pretty," Betsy said, interrupting Psylocke’s thoughts as she came up behind her. Betsy studied her own blonde hair in the mirror, and compared it to Psylocke’s long straight purple hair "I always loved your eyes," Psylocke said dreamily. "Such deep purple… much deeper than mine. A lot of them liked your eyes, especially him..." Betsy grimaced. "He’s in the past, they’re all in the past. You need to get on with your life, and learn to leave them in the past." Psylocke glared at her. "I’m trying to. I was doing just that too. Who’s fault is it they’re in the past? I had them! I had them all. And anyways, who’s the one bringing up the past? You were the jealous one; you were the one who put them in the past! You took them away from me." Her head snapped back as Betsy backhanded her. "You made me do it. Don’t ever forget it. When you forget I have to punish you, I don’t like punishing you Psylocke. Remember everything they did Psylocke, remember how they hurt you. Remember what they did, remember what HE did..." Psylocke wiped the blood from her lip. "You’re right. He’s to blame. They’re all to blame. He said he wanted me. He said he loved me. That didn’t stop him, he still betrayed me, with her. "I’m sorry I blamed you Betsy. Please forgive me. I know you are the only one I can trust." Except Warren, she added to herself. Betsy wiped away a stray tear that had fallen down Psylocke’s cheek; she placed a kiss on her forehead. "You are forgiven, I could never deny you anything." Psylocke thought back to that night. Thought back to how she had went to his room. How he wasn’t alone. He was with her. Psylocke had attacked her. Calling her a whore and had slapped her. He had defended her. Psylocke had vowed he would pay. "And I showed him…" Betsy cut in, seeming to read her mind. "He told the police it was me who pushed her of the balcony," Psylocke continued out loud, "But they didn’t believe him. How could they, when you were the one to do it?" Betsy gave her a knowing look. "Then the poor boy "threw himself" off that very same balcony…" Psylocke looked pained. "People still suspect me. And now that you’re back, we’ll have to move again. I hate to think of what it will do to Warren… I love him so much, but I just can’t stay." Betsy slipped her arms around Psylocke’s shoulders, holding her close. "Nobody could ever love you like I could. None of them could have made you happy. We’ll be together Psylocke. That’s all that matters. They all wanted to separate us, and I couldn’t let them do that." Betsy stepped back and pulled out a gun from behind her back. She leveled it to Psylocke’s head. "I ’ll never let us be separated." Psylocke looked into Betsy’s eyes, her own filled with shock and fear. Betsy continued, "They never would have understood about us. This is for the best Psylocke, you’ll see. Nobody will ever be able to take you away from me now." With that she pulled the trigger. Psylocke’s body swayed and then fell gracefully, her head resting on the vanity. Warren was down stairs making them lunch. He thought a nice picnic would be good for him and Psylocke. Things had been different with her. Like old ghosts had come back to haunt her. He was determined to help her through this, he loved her. Warren heard the gunshot. "Oh God… PSYLOCKE?!?" He called out as he ran up the stairs. He burst into the room that he shared with Psylocke, and stopped in utter horror. "No… Psylocke…" He whispered brokenly. For there sat Psylocke, in a puddle of blood, gun clasped in her hand. On her face was trapped an expression of utmost fear, accompanied by a slight smile. |
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