[ussbansheec] "Making Peace"
- From: "Moria McEntire" <bansheec@xxxxxxx>
- To: <ussbansheec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Wed, 7 Jun 2006 15:25:23 -0400
"Making Peace"
Laura Kinney
Making peace was just what Laura needed to do in order to truly get on with
her life, a life she wanted to share completely with Elisabeth. In order to
do this Laura needed to put her ghosts to rest. She'd been unable to sleep
even after spending hours making love to Elisabeth, so she'd slipped out of
bed, dressed, and then slipped out of the house. It had been years since
she'd just picked up and left without warning, but she was hoping that
Elisabeth would understand and know she'd be back as soon as she could be.
She traveled with only the clothes on her back and without stopping. She
couldn't tell a person where she was going even if she wanted too. It wasn't
one of those places where you could explain it's location, she simply knew
where she was going. The damp warmth of late spring in the English
countryside, and even the cold of an Alberta cemetery seemed almost tropical
compared to the biting wind and drifting snow Laura was now trudging
through.
She marched through the knee deep snow as the winds slapped her face and
played roughly with her raven hair. She kept going despite the agonizing
ache of frostbite as it settled into her limps and then healed instantly,
the ripping pain of cracking skin that bled, giving off heat, and then
sealed again. When she finally stopped she stood just before a large
glassier. She walked up to it and placed an ungloved hand on the ice as she
closed her eyes. The cold crystallized air around her still held to the
scent she wanted along with all the other scents no one else would ever know
about, scents so old they were mammoth.
There was also a scent she didn't want there. Opening her eyes, Laura
allowed one of her right hand claws to slow extend. With it she left a
message in the ice before moving on. She picked up the scent she wanted and
began to follow it. She followed it for miles taking the same trial she'd
taken so many years ago as she carried her mother's shredded body across the
tundra.
The wind began to ease and the snow lessened as well as she forced herself
to keep going just as she had done that night. Finally the frozen tundra
gave way to patches of green which slowly grew from sprigs of green dotting
the vast whiteness, to bushes, to trees. Laura had to stop to get her
bearings before going to the place that had been her distention all along.
In a small clearing closed off by trees and an ancient glassier made rock
formation Laura finally came to a stop. She feel to her knees next to a
patch of ground where the grass was just a little darker. Tears flowed down
her cheeks as Laura finally grieved over her mother's grave.
******
Having ignored his daughter's warning in the ice to stop following her,
Wolverine continued to follow her trail. When he finally found Laura she was
unconscious and curled into the feral position on a soft patch of grass, her
claws still extended. On the rock face above her were craved the words,
"Sarah Kinney, A Mother Loved by her Daughter." Kneeing next to the girl he
ran his hand over the newly made headstone. "Thanks for her." He told the
woman who's body lay beneath them. Then he carefully picked his daughter up,
she'd exhausted herself and her healing factor coming through what she had
in only jeans, sweater, and trench coat, and began the trek to take her
home.
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