Campout (1/1, Mystique, PG)
- Title: Campout
Summary: X2 Movieverse. Mystique's thoughts while camping by the
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, duh.
How long will I have to put up with these insufferable fools? It's
like some awful do-gooder summer camp. Hell, there's even teenagers
here. I don't know why we're wasting our time with the X-Pansies,
but Magneto says I don't have to know. It's just part of his plan.
That stupid tailed preist, he's the worst of the bunch. Just `cause
we're both blue, he thinks we're friends or something. "Why don't
you just look like someone else all of the time?" he asked me in his
simpering voice. Shit. Do us all a favor and go back to hide in
your church, Circus Boy. You're so pathetically proud that they let
you be their circus freak. You envy my power to change, but if you
had it you'd throw it all away -- you'd just make yourself another
nameless face in the crowd "Oh, please don't notice me, nice
people, I'm just like you, good people, look at me I'm so proper and
well-mannered and unoffending " Puke.
You're so full of it. You're even hiding from yourself, you little
hypocritical perv. With your hail mary's and your talk of sin. I
know why you're here, and it ain't to help save the world. You're
here because that doctor and that weather witch are hot. Hell, you
were checking out my ass, too, don't deny it. Got a little lonely in
that church of yours, didn't it? Not that I blame you, and you do
have good taste hmm, maybe later tonight I'll become that laser-
eyed wuss for a while and have some fun with the good doctor,
myself. While you sit around and count your tattoos and swish your
tail and mumble about sin.
Now that Wolverine, he's a little more to my liking. Oh, in a
different situation we could have had so much fun together, my feral
friend. Fighting. Killing. You like the feel of blood, don't you?
I bet you love the sound of a good dying gasp. I had so much fun
playing with you at the Statue of Liberty that night. It's not often
I get such a good workout. And such a pleasant view, too.
You could have been on our side if we had found you first, you know.
Sometimes I think maybe it's not too late. You don't completely buy
that save-the-world bullshit. I see the sneer you get when you're
forced to listen to their idealistic crap. You're not part of their
team yet. Just an outsider along for the ride.
Hmm, yeah along for the ride wouldn't mind another kind of ride
while you're at it, I'd guess. You're a bit more obvious than blue-
boy on that matter. Maybe there's a way I can get you to forgive me
for our little tiff at Liberty Island after all