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TITLE:
Crazy Law
SUMMARY: By breaking the cruelest law I'd gained my life and my soul.
RATING: PG
GENRE: General
Disclaimer:
Characters owned by marvel and used without permission.
They saw
there all kinds of laws. The good. The
kind. The wrong. The cruel.
Laws are many things. But with every law there is a common theme. All laws can
be broken.
The Good
Law: I have always tried to be good…to an extent. There is only so much good I
am capable of doling out. I am a Goddess. Therefore I can be good.
The Kind
Law: I have kindness inside of me. Do not doubt that. I am capable of being
quite compasionate. Was that a snicker?
The Wrong
Law: I know this one. I’ve done things…seen things. I’ve stolen for the sheer
fun of it. For the thrill. I’ve fought and killed. But
not all of it was wrong. Right?
The Cruel
Law: I believe I have only done one cruel thing in my life. Something
that changed it forever.
I felt the
sun on my face as I woke and turned lazily, reaching out to the body slumbering
beside me. Only my hand encountered empty space.
Opening my
eyes I sat up.
The silk sheet pooling into my lap. Leaving me bare
from the waist up. I ran a hand through my hair as my eyes swept the
room.
The
contents of the room had ceased to amaze me or even register as I slid out of
bed and rose to my feet.
I had
spotted the man who’d left my bed.
I grabbed
the robe I’d tossed carelessly aside last night and slid it over my naked body.
Tying it loosely I stepped onto the terrace to the left of my bedroom.
“Magnificent
isn’t it?” he asked as if sensing my presence.
Which he had.
I smiled
slightly as I paused beside him, my hip brushing against him as I joined him
leaning against the railing.
The sun
was just making its slow ascent and the city below was cast in a red glow.
Almost like blood, I thought.
How
poetic.
“It is a
sight,” I murmured after a moment remembering that I hadn’t answered him. I
turned slightly to face him.
Studied
the strong jaw, the straight Roman nose and some would say thin and cruel lips.
His hair was mused from sleep and the wind and he’d only bothered to put on
silk pajama bottoms.
He looked
as stunning there in the orange glow of the sun as he had the day he’d found me.
It wasn’t
his handsome features that could take my breath, though they were nice, nor was
it his physique. His body was a temple he was fond of saying.
One I
thoroughly enjoyed.
No, it was
more than that.
So, much more.
His power, his confidence, his desire, and his love. They had saved her and molded her
into who she was today.
“But not
as magnificent as you,” he said and turned fully to face.
“Flattery
will get you nowhere,” I reminded him with a slight smirk.
His grin
was a flash of white teeth and burning blue eyes.
“It’ll get
you into my bed,” was all he remarked as he walked towards her.
“No…I
think I will go and wash my hair,” I said as I turned my back to him. My smirk turning into a smile as I felt his arms wrap around my
waist and pull me into his body.
“Shall I
wash it for you?” he asked in a growl against my ear.
Before I
could speak a throat was cleared.
“Excuse me
Master, Mistress…”
I turned
my head and found the mutant formerly known as Rogue standing there. By
formerly I mean that I have given her a new name. One I think suits her better.
“Yes
Annoying Two?” I asked curtly.
“Mr…um Sinister is waiting downstairs for you,” Annoying Two
announced in such a small voice I had to strain to hear her.
“Get out,”
I dismissed her with a wave of my hand, and a zap of lightning. She knew better
than to cry out as it struck her.
“He’s
early,” he stated coldly. Unhappy I knew because Nathaniel Essex was trying to
make a statement.
“Perhaps
excited because of the olive branch we’ve extended?” I felt the need to point
out.
He
released me and stepped away.
“Perhaps.”
“Besides
you know no one can say no to the BrotherHood, Erik,”
I murmured as I reached out and took his hand in my own.
He smiled
down at me.
“Too
true…so true my love.”
Hand in
hand we turned our backs to the sunrise and headed inside.
I had
never known the view would be so good from
The cruelest law I’d broken was breaking the bond of family, whether
blood or forged through friendship.
All for something long denied.
Love.
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