(no subject)

And there they are. All of them

(we have to kill her)

on Genosha, and all she thinks is this is where her Daddy died, just a human caught up in a mess with a bunch of mutants murdered. A few million. What's it matter?

Not human.

And there they are, Avengers and X-Men, and the island's a wreck, and never will be anything else beyond a graveyard in her eyes. And this is what, says that voice inside that she can't ever get rid of, the humans would do to us.

If they could.

And there they are, and then there's that light. That Light, and the world shifts.

Everything changes.

Everyone changes.

Mutatis mutandis.

Homo sapien's out, baby, homo sapien superior's in.

And there they are.

And there they are.

(no subject)

She's got her feet propped on her desk as she idly circles a grammar error--effect, not affect--and ignores the clock. There's no hurry. It's not like she's got anywhere to go after work, and Ellen's offered to cook dinner for her.

And there's something damned peaceful about a classroom after school hours, really.