Through My Eyes: Rapunzel's Gold 1/7
- Title: Rapunzel's Gold
Seeries: Through my Eyes 1/7
Summary: A seven chapter series on perspectives of seven characters
about the events at the Statue of Liberty.
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Disclaimer: I own none of the X-Men. The happy people that do are far
richer than I. The bits of song belong to the band Coldplay.
Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones Turn in to something
beautiful. -Coldplay, "Yellow"
Isn't she magnificent. Silvery white lines of perfection, her skin is
golden. She is my Rumpelstiiltzkin. Spinning gold for me, yet
taunting me with it, the price of it, flaunting the make of it and
being rather selfish with it One life is hardly a sacrifice if it
changes the world. She is a martyr in her own right, but doesn't
realize her own significance. She is Rapunzel, she is Ophelia, she is
Lilly Bart. Every tragic heroine meshed into a perfect skin. Pale,
translucent, elegant, strong and deadly.
Should we go into Christian lore, the girl would be significant as
Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary. Her death is our rebirth. Like her
predecessors before her, the choice to give life and to give up her
own is not her decision. She was born with the golden skin, for good
or ill we cannot say. My role is of the divine, egotistic as it
sounds, it is the truth. Few people have the capacity to willingly
take an innocent life and exploit it for their own intentions.
Soldiers on the battlefield kill because they are told too, and they
are against the enemy. The men, children and women are faceless and
therefore are not real living beings.
An innocent, one who is pure in some form or other is difficult.
There is no broad brush label, there is no discoloring of who it is.
People will hesitate, ignoring any of the possible benefits and
seeing only the negative. Clinging to morals is crippling. Morals are
funny contradictory things. Justice, righteousness etc. Everyone is
born equal, yet children are treated differently, simply because we
assume they are less capable and intelligent. Societies with a great
respect with justice says it is wrong to kill, illegal even yet
thousands are condemned to die every year by the blind eye of
justice. Its amazing how thin of an excuse someone can invent to
justify murder. Clothing, shoes, drugs, revenge, infidelity the list
is endless. However, Rogue is the guilty one here. Should she refuse
to do her duty and aid the cause, which will save thousands of
mutants from a life of persecution, isn't she the one behaving as a
criminal? Sentencing others to an unimaginable fate to save herself.
A traitor in other hands. A death worthy penalty if there ever was
I refuse to feel guilty. I am to be responsible for the death of an
innocent, I accept that. But with that responsibility is the up side,
which even as a realist I can see far outweighs the perceived
negative side. Hope and a shot at life to be free. Freedom as a
mutant, an escape from the social prison which has caged us on a
global scale. It draws ever closer. Even the screams are fading as
the light of hope stretches over the Atlantic. A holy light shines
around the new Mother as she gives birth to her children.
My Ophelia, Mary and Jesus is beautiful. Christ himself screamed out
in pain as he lay on the cross. Mary undoubtedly shrieked as the
savior was born. Her screams are to be expected, I do wish there was
another way. I truly do. I've never been a sadist and I derive no
pleasure from human suffering. Pain. The sound that draws the strong
to the weak Predators to pray, parents to children. It excites them,
it panics them and it gives them strength. It is a warning and a cry
for help. Who will heed her cry?
Cyclops? He would kill us both rather than risk me escaping. His
moral compass is indeed full of Charles' brand of rational and logic.
The end result is the thing which concerns them. Should it entail the
loss of one, well tragedy is the hero's call. Neither will admit it.
Doing the right thing as they say is so much easier to label in
general than equally weighing all the components. We are the same,
the three of us. Yet only I will see it and call it as it is.
Jean Grey and Storm are out her tonight as well. The former is
completely devoted to Cyclops. Her judgment is blinded by her
affection and confidence in him. She will follow his orders on the
field, trusting him to make the right choice. He will have his moment
of doubt when they are tucked into shadows, she will reassure him.
Storm on the other hand is harder to calculate. Her feelings do not
interfere with her actions. It is her strength and her weakness. It
is my own. I don't pretend that it is only a strength. Our shared
trait allowed me to become close to Charles, and it is also what
cause us to grow apart. The same cannot yet be said of the white
haired woman. Time shall tell.
The Wolverine is another matter altogether. He draws on his emotions
to fuel his actions. It aids him to a degree. There is a tunnel
vision in him that the others do not display with such a blatant
energy. If any, he will insist on going to heroic efforts to save the
girl. Speaking of the devil, I believe that my assessment of him was
correct. For there is a shadow hovering over me, and it looks
distinctly like a wolverine.