The Woman in the Mirror: A Halloween Horror Story (Warbird)
Oct 31, 2023 0:57:46 GMT -7
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Post by John Kilroy on Oct 31, 2023 0:57:46 GMT -7
Continuity note: This Takes Place After secret invasion
Darkness that was the only thing that Carol could feel, it wasn't flying. It wasn't floating. It was nothing just stillness, numbness she felt herself breathing heavily her mind raced a million miles a minute. She cried out for help, and yet no sound came out of her mouth. There was just a silent scream that died in the ever infinite nothingness. Then it happened she felt her mouth move but the voice wasn't hers. It belonged to some country girl. She then remembered everything her battle with Rogue. Her movements weren’t her own. She tried to figure out what to do next, but it was…hard to think. Everytime she tried to get her thoughts together her thoughts began to…blend together with Rogue’s like if her mind was malleable mush, like she was a blob…formless….nothingness She was losing herself. Rogues and her’s memories were blending together, becoming one in a same. The mutant had done more than just absorbed Carol’s powers. It was as if she had absorbed her very soul. What if she…? No she couldn't stay like this. She didn’t want to go…she didn't want to disappear, she tried calling out to Logan there were best friends. They worked together for years in special forces alongside SHIELD Director Nick Fury.He’d help right…but it was in vain. No matter how hard she tried no matter how hard she fought it meant nothing. She was nothing. The more time passed the more numb her mind became. Rogue’s thoughts became more natural than her own. She was even thinking in the mutants accent. Her eyes grew heavy. It’d feel so easy to…go to sleep…just fade. No she had to stay awake had to fight had to…had to…she gave out one last feeble cry begging to be let out and then…then.
Carol jolted herself awake as she let out a squeal. She rushed to the mirror, fearful she’d see Rogue’s. So one could imagine the sigh of relief she breathed when she saw her face. Her face…her face not Rogue’s.
It had taken years for Carol to feel like herself again. For the longest time she had suffered from DID…she had felt like she was Anna Marie. It was as if Carol Danvers wasn't even a real person, just an alias Created by Anna with it's own creative backstory. While she did now feel like herself trace effects of Rogue’s absorption would forever linger. Now Carol just naturally fell into speaking in a thick Mississippi accent. dropping southern slang like it was nothing felt…normal. many of her mannerisms, her way of talking, her strong hints of southern belle charm, they were all pieces of Anna yet to Carol, they felt like parts of herself too even though in the back of her mind, she knew they weren't supposed to. She was a Boston girl born and raised after all and yet, when the chips were down, she felt more comfortable in the Deep South somewhere deep in the countryside next to a river...a love of nature, whether this was a part of Rogue's base personality, the part of her hidden under all of the different personalities she had taken bits and pieces of over the years or residue of her earliest memories Carol didn't know. All Carol knew was that it was a part of herself now.
Carol had been to various minds Dr. Strange, and Xavier, even Emma Frost but there was nothing that could be done. These would be permanent attributes of Carol's. there would always be a part of Rogue within Carol, a part of Carol Danvers that'd always be Roguelike even though they truly were separated at this point. Carol looked back in the mirror. She was Carol Danvers, she’d always be Carol Danvers, and no one would be able to take that away from her again. Still, sometimes when she smirked in the mirror, she’d see Anna Marie smirking right back at her.
Darkness that was the only thing that Carol could feel, it wasn't flying. It wasn't floating. It was nothing just stillness, numbness she felt herself breathing heavily her mind raced a million miles a minute. She cried out for help, and yet no sound came out of her mouth. There was just a silent scream that died in the ever infinite nothingness. Then it happened she felt her mouth move but the voice wasn't hers. It belonged to some country girl. She then remembered everything her battle with Rogue. Her movements weren’t her own. She tried to figure out what to do next, but it was…hard to think. Everytime she tried to get her thoughts together her thoughts began to…blend together with Rogue’s like if her mind was malleable mush, like she was a blob…formless….nothingness She was losing herself. Rogues and her’s memories were blending together, becoming one in a same. The mutant had done more than just absorbed Carol’s powers. It was as if she had absorbed her very soul. What if she…? No she couldn't stay like this. She didn’t want to go…she didn't want to disappear, she tried calling out to Logan there were best friends. They worked together for years in special forces alongside SHIELD Director Nick Fury.He’d help right…but it was in vain. No matter how hard she tried no matter how hard she fought it meant nothing. She was nothing. The more time passed the more numb her mind became. Rogue’s thoughts became more natural than her own. She was even thinking in the mutants accent. Her eyes grew heavy. It’d feel so easy to…go to sleep…just fade. No she had to stay awake had to fight had to…had to…she gave out one last feeble cry begging to be let out and then…then.
Carol jolted herself awake as she let out a squeal. She rushed to the mirror, fearful she’d see Rogue’s. So one could imagine the sigh of relief she breathed when she saw her face. Her face…her face not Rogue’s.
It had taken years for Carol to feel like herself again. For the longest time she had suffered from DID…she had felt like she was Anna Marie. It was as if Carol Danvers wasn't even a real person, just an alias Created by Anna with it's own creative backstory. While she did now feel like herself trace effects of Rogue’s absorption would forever linger. Now Carol just naturally fell into speaking in a thick Mississippi accent. dropping southern slang like it was nothing felt…normal. many of her mannerisms, her way of talking, her strong hints of southern belle charm, they were all pieces of Anna yet to Carol, they felt like parts of herself too even though in the back of her mind, she knew they weren't supposed to. She was a Boston girl born and raised after all and yet, when the chips were down, she felt more comfortable in the Deep South somewhere deep in the countryside next to a river...a love of nature, whether this was a part of Rogue's base personality, the part of her hidden under all of the different personalities she had taken bits and pieces of over the years or residue of her earliest memories Carol didn't know. All Carol knew was that it was a part of herself now.
Carol had been to various minds Dr. Strange, and Xavier, even Emma Frost but there was nothing that could be done. These would be permanent attributes of Carol's. there would always be a part of Rogue within Carol, a part of Carol Danvers that'd always be Roguelike even though they truly were separated at this point. Carol looked back in the mirror. She was Carol Danvers, she’d always be Carol Danvers, and no one would be able to take that away from her again. Still, sometimes when she smirked in the mirror, she’d see Anna Marie smirking right back at her.
