"Just have it ready." Sofia turned away from Julian. She looked at the forest and frowned. Well, this was all simulated.
She reached out with her hands. It may not have been necessary but it was always easier that way. She closed her eyes, feeling the patterns of the wind until it felt like it was flowing through her. And then she changed it, making it go faster, but not where they were- only in the forest. She had it go faster and faster, and then changed its direction. It turned in circles. Now it was no longer audible but visible- and starting to bend the trees.
She opened her eyes to check her progress. Good, but she knew she could do better.
Her mouth thinned into a line. She narrowed her eyes and started to clench her right hand into a fist.
Come on.
The first tree was ripped from the ground, followed by another, and another.
"Come on." She spoke in Spanish but Stacy translated.
A part of her was thinking she could have done this before she lost her powers and that just added one more disappointment to her long list.
She used to feel so in tune with everything. Sometimes it was like she could feel the air as if it were an extension of her breath. Even when she had to hide it, asked to by her mother, or uncle, and then her father- it was always a part of her. Until she lost it. Until it was taken from her.
From miles away the wind howled. There were loud cracks as half of the forest was ripped from the ground. The trees slammed against each other in midair.
She'd blocked out many of her memories. She couldn't remember most of the hitchhike back to New York, but she could still remember Emma Frost and Scott Summers not asking but telling her to leave. Having to leave her friends and home.
How badly things went those first few days at her father's house. So many hopes that her father had changed. That now that she wasn't a mutant he would love her. That something good would come of this. But it became clear that she was an orphan and had been since the day her mother died. Since her uncle gave up on raising the niece he'd loved and cared for just because she'd had powers.
When Miranda Mantega had died she hadn't just lost a mother. She'd lost her uncle and cousins. She'd never had a father to lose, but she had had hopes. She lost her home and her friends, first when she was forced from Brazil and then at Xavier's.
And then it wasn't just her who had lost her friends but everyone. They were dead. Dead. And whose fault was it that she didn't get to say goodbye? Frost's? Summers'? No, it was too convenient to blame them. She knew whose fault it really was. She ran away. Just like she'd run away from her father, from her old life, from who she'd used to be. Like how she'd run away when Jubilee offered her one more chance to be the person she used to be. She'd kept running and running until she couldn't any more.
At least in the last moment of her life- before Stacy had saved her- at least then she had been herself. She'd done something she could be proud of, even if it cost her life.
And then she'd come on board Stacy. And what had she done then? Ruin every second chance she'd ever been given. Waste it all.
And now Laurie was gone and she might never see her again.
By now the entire forest was gone- along with a large portion of the soil. It was all careening through the air in a large windstorm- one that was very swiftly approaching the two mutants.
Well, Sofia had finally let go. She could feel the first few tears fall down her face and it only made her angrier. For being so weak in front of someone she couldn't afford to look vulnerable in front of. Her face twisted into a grimace and the trees swirled up into one massive tornado but she couldn't control everything and the rest of the debris scattered for miles around.
tl;dr Losing Control
She reached out with her hands. It may not have been necessary but it was always easier that way. She closed her eyes, feeling the patterns of the wind until it felt like it was flowing through her. And then she changed it, making it go faster, but not where they were- only in the forest. She had it go faster and faster, and then changed its direction. It turned in circles. Now it was no longer audible but visible- and starting to bend the trees.
She opened her eyes to check her progress. Good, but she knew she could do better.
Her mouth thinned into a line. She narrowed her eyes and started to clench her right hand into a fist.
Come on.
The first tree was ripped from the ground, followed by another, and another.
"Come on." She spoke in Spanish but Stacy translated.
A part of her was thinking she could have done this before she lost her powers and that just added one more disappointment to her long list.
She used to feel so in tune with everything. Sometimes it was like she could feel the air as if it were an extension of her breath. Even when she had to hide it, asked to by her mother, or uncle, and then her father- it was always a part of her. Until she lost it. Until it was taken from her.
From miles away the wind howled. There were loud cracks as half of the forest was ripped from the ground. The trees slammed against each other in midair.
She'd blocked out many of her memories. She couldn't remember most of the hitchhike back to New York, but she could still remember Emma Frost and Scott Summers not asking but telling her to leave. Having to leave her friends and home.
How badly things went those first few days at her father's house. So many hopes that her father had changed. That now that she wasn't a mutant he would love her. That something good would come of this. But it became clear that she was an orphan and had been since the day her mother died. Since her uncle gave up on raising the niece he'd loved and cared for just because she'd had powers.
When Miranda Mantega had died she hadn't just lost a mother. She'd lost her uncle and cousins. She'd never had a father to lose, but she had had hopes. She lost her home and her friends, first when she was forced from Brazil and then at Xavier's.
And then it wasn't just her who had lost her friends but everyone. They were dead. Dead. And whose fault was it that she didn't get to say goodbye? Frost's? Summers'? No, it was too convenient to blame them. She knew whose fault it really was. She ran away. Just like she'd run away from her father, from her old life, from who she'd used to be. Like how she'd run away when Jubilee offered her one more chance to be the person she used to be. She'd kept running and running until she couldn't any more.
At least in the last moment of her life- before Stacy had saved her- at least then she had been herself. She'd done something she could be proud of, even if it cost her life.
And then she'd come on board Stacy. And what had she done then? Ruin every second chance she'd ever been given. Waste it all.
And now Laurie was gone and she might never see her again.
By now the entire forest was gone- along with a large portion of the soil. It was all careening through the air in a large windstorm- one that was very swiftly approaching the two mutants.
Well, Sofia had finally let go. She could feel the first few tears fall down her face and it only made her angrier. For being so weak in front of someone she couldn't afford to look vulnerable in front of. Her face twisted into a grimace and the trees swirled up into one massive tornado but she couldn't control everything and the rest of the debris scattered for miles around.