Returning Home
*The doors opened slowly and Mystique staggered in, her arms crossed almost like she was hugging herself, but in truth her hands were rubbing over the deep cuts in her arms, which the only son of Wolverine had given to her.*
Mystique: "Darn those children!"
*She cursed, but still Arisa would be coming back to the Brotherhood when she returned. She strained a smirk at the thought of that, but still when would she return? A week? A month? A year, or more?
Mystique kept moving and stopped at the sofa chair before collapsing onto it, not caring that her blood would drip onto the chair. For now, all she wanted was to get rid of the gashes and get back to normal.*
Mystique: "Phoebe?!"
*She called out, wanting her daughters assistance.* Edited by: The Mutant Metamorph at: 8/2/03 10:31 am
Running down the stairs as her mother's voice echoes from the entrance hall, Phoebe was shoked upon the sight that she saw. Rushing to her wounded mothers side, Phoebe quickly knelled down, ready to follow any commands her mother gave her.
Phoebe:"What happened? How dare they hurt you!"
Her yellow eyes flared with an anger that seemed to demand revenge as she studied her mother's hidden wounds.
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