Post by Super Chick on Jun 2, 2021 15:50:43 GMT -7
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It was beyond the goddess how things had become so askew in the world. Of course, everything was in disorder in the world at large at all times, but that was not which she was thinking about in this instance. Rather, it was her own small pocket of the world, her X-Men. Her friends and allies. Her lover. These were the things which were in disarray, having left any semblance of order or recognition. Ororo blamed many people for this, but one above all: Apocalypse. The would-be god of mutant and mankind had usurped her life and many, many others in his quest for domination. It would be well with her if the megalomaniac were to meet his final end in this war for the planet, but Ororo was not so naïve to think that was the righteous path to allow her mind to wander. Still, had it not been for Apocalypse, she could only imagine what her life could have become.
Everything was going well in the beginning, albeit trepidatiously, for Storm knew well the folly of trusting a man like Logan entirely. His whims were that of an untamed mountain lion, leaping to and from among the tall grasses and trees seeking what it did not know, but following every shiny glint on the horizon as if it were a dream that could be captured. He often left without warning to even his closest of friends or allies, giving no one a hint of when he might return. His passions would not be curbed, either for that freedom he so desperately sought nor for the heart that yearned for something more. Something true. He confessed that he thought he'd found it in her best friend once, and possibly another before. He also confessed he'd found it in her right before...
Apocalypse.
Gods be damned! That monster had no place among the living and yet he came and stole from her the man that she called "lover" and "friend." He took others, too, but it was only Logan for whom her soul seethed a darkness she rarely acknowledged. For this abomination, however, her heart knew little restraint.
"I will see you dead."
The barely spoken words caused sparks in the air. Her energy was violent, barely contained in her current state of mind, and as her moniker would invoke images of darkness on the horizon, so virulent storm clouds gathered above. The goddess looked above and exhaled with a huff. This was why she sat upon a grassy field where only the animals could witness her weakness. If damage occurred from her overwrought emotions, so be it. She would bring the rain with the fire of lightning and let them cancel one another in nature's perfect union.
Lightning struck in a brilliant swath of light just ten meters from her and the mutant let the rumbling sound of thunder wash over her tormented soul. It could not rub out her sadness nor squelch her wrath, but it felt good to let out some of what she constantly had to hide among her allies. The pain. The grief. The desperate need for revenge. All of this was deeply concealed beneath a practiced stoic veneer. They knew. Of course they knew. However, none needed to see how close Ororo was to the edge of breaking. None need know that one slip of intent could cause her to leave too much collateral damage in the wake of her desired outcome for the mutant who had taken so much from her.
Innocent lives.
Her best friend.
Her love.
Ororo let the rain fall with her tears as she screamed into the skies and let them answer in a brutal display of barbaric power. Let the storms rage, she ceded. One day soon, it would be her rage to release. Her anger to soothe and her pain to assuage in the blood of her enemy.
One day.
Soon.
But for now, all she could do was wait.
