Wicked (totes_wicked) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2015-05-19 19:49:00 |
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When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor?
Characters:Wicked OTA Someone should probably stop her from killing someone yeah.
Setting:District X on the Sphere
Content:Violence and Emotion
Summary: "The laws of man Don't apply, When a Woman gets blood in her eye."
There were SHIELD agents outside the doors and exactly one doctor and one nurse allowed near the child. The doctor had told her injuries were self inflicted and the wolves a vivid hallucination brought on by whatever mutant came to take Katya. The thrashing against the floor caused the bleeding was some how triggered when her body was in distress. Joseph was okay if not a little fussy from being bounced around by a ghost.
Confident he was being taken care of Wicked walked out of the Medical bay and began to walk aimlessly. It wasn't just Katya there were more missing mutants than there were before and some of them children. Wicked wanted to believe Rogue did it because she was under the same hallucination her and Kitty were but at that moment all she could think about was how unfair it all was. It was completely likely she had been lied to the whole time. And that's when a hand touched her shoulder. She turned to see a woman with a comforting smile.
"She's in a good place now. Take comfort in that."
Comfort? It felt as if someone had reached out and ripped out a part of her soul. And in that moment wicked realized where she wondered to. She had not gone into District X willingly in months. Things had changed. More MWR graffiti more Anti-human sentiment. What was the point in any of this? Why bother waiting on SHIELD or the Avengers to find them? They came for Katya because they knew she was weak and not as powerful. But she could be.
Without touching the woman Wicked flung her backward against the wall. She clawed at her neck as if someone was choking her but no one was there. Wicked noticed the MWR tattoo on the woman's arm and looked up at the frightened woman's face.
"What do you know?" She asked. The woman shook her head and Wicked squeezed tighter. "You feel that? That's my hands on your pathetic twisted soul and I will not hesitate to pull it out of your ass NOW WHAT DO YOU FUCKING KNOW! "
When she shook her head again Wicked finally had a moment to look around, the whole level was nothing but these scumbags. Everyone would be better off if she fixed it. She lowered the woman to the ground the relief was short lived she was glued tot he ground as Wicked began to walk down the hall. Terrified screams from behind the apartment doors echoed as ghosts raided the rooms. She dragged them, all of them out by their souls one by one. She didn't know what she'd do tot hem once they were all out of their hiding holes but she knew this was the last time they'd send her a stuffed animal or call her a traitorous whore to her face. It felt as if someone had reached out and ripped out a part of her soul out and she wanted them to feel it too.