Elisabet (chovahani) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-18 06:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *narrative, wanda maximoff |
Wanda narrative
Who: Wanda
What: It all falls apart.
Where: The Baron's secret base in Germany
When: Current, following this
Warnings/Rating: Wanda's a little crazy.
The journal was gone, not even tatters or torn strips of page remaining. It was simply there and then gone with the thought that William, her sweet boy that had shown up in this place was not there, that he'd never been there. Her sons were gone, her brother, her husband; she was alone and the knowledge curdled in her sense of reality. She could not stay here, not with the ghost of the Baron and his men, the thing that poisoned her thoughts, that lurked somewhere but did not show its' glow. No, no more.
Her fingers flexed outward, her will powering the spell as the cage exploded outward into fine dust, no chunks of plexiglass, no shards, only a fine dust that misted down to cover the dark computers. Only a thin pair of white socks covered her feet as she stood and walked away from the metal frame. No alarms went off as she fired more hexes towards the walls, urging decay, failure, rot. The elevator was in the same place she remembered, but she did not press the buttons that the men had. Instead one sphere went up and the ceiling of the elevator began to melt away. She floated up and up and up, more bolts and spheres painting the walls of the elevator shaft. Collapse. The building shuddered around her as the bottom levels began to give way, and still she floated up, free of the pull of gravity.
She concentrated and another sphere went up. Seconds later, earth began to fall down the shaft as dirft shifted as if making room for a shaft to go straight to the surface. Another sphere went off, fire making paint peel and warming her as she continued her ascension. They would not come after her again and that thing could be buried beneath the rubble of a building that wasn't supposed to exist -- or so she believed.
Bright white light streamed down to meet her as the floors below can to crack and the line holding the elevator thrummed. She floated past the heavy machinery at the top and said goodbye to the building that had been her cage for months. She would not remember. She did not want to remember as she went up the shaft like a dust mote in reverse. Past rocks and dirt and snow pack to see the surface world alone, as she had not seen it in months. Not with her own eyes.
She closed her eyes for a moment, face turning towards the sun. It was cold this far up the mountain, but she could still feel the distant warmth of the sun. There were no hands forcing her forward, no compulsion from the thing, no brother at her side. Forget. Her eyes opened as rumbling came from the shaft she had just left. She shot upwards as she saw the snow bounce and then fall as the base caved in.
It was loud. Problematically loud. And it didn't take long before there were echoing rumbles as snow freed itself from the pack to go running down the slopes. Something akin to horror began crawling up her throat as she saw the avalanches. She couldn't watch. She couldn't stay. And so she flew.