daytripper_ (daytripper_) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2009-11-03 19:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | daytripper, storm |
Who: Amanda Sefton, Ororo Monroe
NPCs: N/A
When: November 3, 2009
Where: X-Mansion
What: Amanda decides it's time for a reunion with her long lost brother, too bad he's not home.
Rating: PG(?)
Amanda had left her childhood as soon as she was able. As much as she tried to run, the betrayal and bitterness seemed to follow her. She knew she would never truly let it go. Kurt, the person she always thought of as family had killed her flesh and blood. She never understood and she knew it was pointless to try. Whatever happened, he had become the monster strangers always feared him to be. She tried to forget, the last few years had been going well.
Amanda was working for United Airways and she was great at her job. She had managed to survive cutbacks and was on some of the prime flights one could hope for. Life was fine, everything was fine. That's when she got the phone call. Kurt was looking for her, for her family. At first she had been furious, her hands lighting up with the power of her fury. For a moment she feared she would teleport but she managed to reign it in. She knew this day would come, it didn't matter that she wasn't ready.
Now she had to figure out what he wanted. To kill the rest of them off? He couldn't possibly be foolish enough to expect amends. She didn't want his excuses. No, she did, she simply didn't think she could handle it. She had loved him once. He had been in love with him. He had ruined that and there was no reason for it at all. Well, she wouldn't wait for him to come find her. She would find him and do what she has wanted to do since that dreadful day so many years ago. She would avenge her brother. She would make him suffer, suffer just as much as she had.
It was easy enough to find out where he was. He would be amongst friends. She wouldn't be able to kill him quickly, she would have to draw him out and then make him pay. She stood outside the mansion, her face stony and unreadable. She looked normal enough, wearing a simply outfit and her baby face making her look far more innocent than she was. She paid the taxi and pressed the intercom to the front gate. It would give him a heads-up, it would give him false security. There was no more hiding. "Excuse me," she spoke, her voice lifting with a trace of a German accent, "Is Kurt Wagner there?"