Molly Hayes || Bruiser (princessbruiser) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-13 21:33:00

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inactive - dream catcher, inactive - molly hayes, plot-"nightmares of now"

Sweet dreams are made of this....

It always starts out so simply. Molly's in her bedroom, at her family home back in California. It's the present day. She's packing to go on a weekend trip with her family. Her parents. Alive. Not dead. No mess with the Pride. It was as if that fateful day where her friends witnessed her parents along with theirs murder an innocent girl as part of a sacrifice to their organization had never happened. No discovering that she was a mutant that could lift her house over her head and not break a sweat. Everything was at it was before. Normal. Her parents just as loving as they always were.

"Mom?" Molly asked, sticking her head out of her doorway, "Do I need a bathing suit?"

She can hear her mother's laugh down the hallway, bright as day, sweet and clear. "The hotel does have a pool sweetie-pie," came the response, "If you think you won't be too tired after a fun-filled day at Disneyland."

Molly laughed. "I always am up for some pool time, Mom." She rummaged through her doors, looking for the new bathing suit that she'd bought on a shopping trip with her mother earlier that week.

Upon finding the black and white polka-dotted one-piece, she threw it into her suitcase and closed it, running into the hallway. "Mom, Dad-I'm ready to go!"

The room lurched forward...and Molly found herself in the main lobby of Xavier's. The atmosphere though, was different then what she knew of it. The room was darker. Colder. Molly shivered, holding her arms to her chest as she looked around, her eyes frantically searching. "Guys?" Her voice shook as she called out for her friends. "Chris? Corey? Misha? Cait? Anyone?"

She heard the sound of dark, hollow laughter coming from the living room. "Guys?" She twisted a strand of hair around her finger as she made her way into the living room. "Is this some kind of joke? If it is....it stopped being funny a minute ago..."

Molly clapped a hand over her mouth when she entered the living room. "Oh my God..." The room was looked a hurricane had swept through it, furniture all over the room, a huge hole in the television. "What happened...." her voice trailed off, as she looked around the room, taking in all of the destruction.

When she saw the hand peeking out from behind the upturned sofa, Molly walked over cautiously to see who it was...and nearly threw up. It was Chris, eyes rolled to the back of her head, fingerprints around her neck, still in her cat-girl form...

Molly screamed, looking around the room, she could see them all. Cait underneath the broken coffee table...Corey by the television...Misha next to a window.

They were dead. They were all dead.

And there was blood on her hands.

"But...how...why..." she choked back tears, staring down at her stained hands.

And then she heard it again. That dark, twisted laughter. Molly snapped her head around, seeing two shadowy figures...eyes glowing the same shade of purple as hers whenever she used her powers...

She knew those figures.

"Mom? Dad?" Her eyes then flashed purple, anger surging through her entire being. "What did you do to my friends?!" She charged at them, hands bared.

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	nextgen_parent 2010-01-14 02:34 am UTC (link)
	"Nothing, Pumpkin. We didn't do a thing. We know you're too old to need help. You're a big girl now, and you can do it all by yourself." (Reply to this)(Thread)

	princessbruiser 2010-01-14 02:36 am UTC (link)
	Molly blinked. "What..." It hit her. "LIAR!" She charged at her father. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_parent 2010-01-14 02:47 am UTC (link)
	A little gesture to telekinetically halt her. "Often, Pumpkin. But not now. Mom and I didn't have to lift a finger. We're so proud." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princessbruiser 2010-01-14 03:00 am UTC (link)
	She wouldn't do this. Not to her friends. "Liar!" She struggled to free herself from her father's TK grip. "That's all you ever were...just a couple of evil, manipulating, twisted liars!" No. The blood on her hands means nothing. They must have something to so with this. They must have manipulated her somehow. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	dream_catcher 2010-01-14 03:04 am UTC (link)
	Lucas enters the scene, taking in everything around him. His first impulse is to try and help Molly fight, before he gets a feel for a bigger battle being fought here. "Molly, relax. He can't hurt you any more than you let him." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princessbruiser 2010-01-14 03:08 am UTC (link)
	Molly was shaking. "He's lying." She managed to point at her parents. "THEY did this. I wouldn't do it. I'm not like them. I'm not a killer. I'm not a..." she spat the word out, "Monster." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

dream_catcher
2010-01-14 03:14 am UTC (link)

He steps up to her, daring the parent to do something to him. It would prove Molly that much more right.

"That's just it, Molly - you are like them, but not like they think. They made the decision to be what they are. You make the decision every day to do good. Its not what you were or were not born as that makes you better or worse, a monster or not. Its accepting that you have the potential to be a monster... and choosing not to be. To escape them, you need to accept that its something you could have become, that everyone has that potential inside of them. And then choose to be something better. You cannot escape the way you were born, but you can transcend it."

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	nextgen_parent 2010-01-14 03:28 am UTC (link)
	Alice smirked. "And she's calling us the liars. You don't know anything, boy," she nearly spat at Lucas, "We are not monsters. The Pride will live on. In our child, and in our colleagues children. The legacy flows through Molly's veins. She will accept her destiny to do greater things for the world then you could ever dream of." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princessbruiser 2010-01-14 03:30 am UTC (link)
	"GREAT?!" Molly was irate, her eyes still flashing purple, fists clenched. "You call murdering innocent people and lying to your children GREAT?! I will never stoop to your level of 'greatness'." She sneered. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

dream_catcher
2010-01-14 03:35 am UTC (link)

"Molly, don't let them bait you. They've lied, they've cheated, they've killed - now you're the only weapon they have left. And they can only use you if you let them. They're trying to make you angry, they're trying to make you afraid... don't you see... they're trying to make you like them. They're trying to make you believe you have no choice, but you do. You make it every day when you wake up. Are you going to let them deny you that choice now?"

And then an idea hit him. Sure, it'll take him a few moments, where the parents may well respond, but Rome wasn't built in a day, this hopefully won't be won or lost in a moment.

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	nextgen_parent 2010-01-14 03:43 am UTC (link)
	"What I did, boy, I did for my child. My husband and I did everything to make the world a better place for her." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

dream_catcher
2010-01-14 03:51 am UTC (link)

Lucas nods serenely, stepping up and putting a hand on Molly's shoulder.

"I feel sorry for you. You're trying to make me angry. But you are dead. The only power you have over me is the power I give you. I will give you one thing though, you succeeded wonderfully in making a better place for your daughter. Were it not for your choices, she might not have such a clear idea of what she does not wish to be. Were it not for your actions, she might not have such a clear knowledge of what it is to be evil - and thus have so clear an idea of how to be the beautiful person she is. Were it not for your actions, she might not have taken the path she did, and thus she would not have so many dear friends who love her for who she has chosen to become."

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	princessbruiser 2010-01-15 01:11 am UTC (link)
	She's not her parents. Her and the Runaways spent every waking moment after they left their parents behind trying to prove to themselves that they WEREN'T like their parents. "He's right," she muttered under her breath, "I'm not you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_parent 2010-01-15 01:37 am UTC (link)
	"All teenagers go through some sort of a rebellious phase, sweetie. You'll soon see that you're more like your father and I then you've let yourself think." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

dream_catcher
2010-01-15 01:53 am UTC (link)

"You sought to change the world, to make things different... in your opinion better? Why do you not wish to allow your daughter to change? Isn't it every /good/ parents job to wish to see their children become something more, something better than they had been? You are rare... you succeeded. Molly has her own choices now, she is her own person. And she is a better person than you are. Even if you could control her... then it would be your hand on the trigger, not hers. It would be your doing, not hers. You have already done your work... and produced a wonderful person who will be greater by far than the sum of the parts who made her."

He extends his mind into the ether of the dream, constructing two hats. One of them is dark, blacks and reds, with the logo of the New Jersey devils on it.
The other is a bright, shiny winged helmet.
"Molly, you're your own person. There is the potential to be anything... including them. Trying to fight that it is possible is a losing battle... but it still comes down to a choice. A choice you can make every morning when you wake... like when you awaken from this dream, and find your friends are fine, and waiting for you. A choice as defined as which hat you want to wear today."

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princessbruiser
2010-01-15 02:17 am UTC (link)

Molly nodded. Her parents were dead. Yes, they were evil people in life. But she made herself better then they could ever be. Her parents choices did affect her. They inspired her to do good. To atone for her parents' sins, so to say.

A determined look on her face, Molly reached forward, gripping the winged helmet and placing it on her head.

She wasn't her parents. She would never be them.

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	dream_catcher 2010-01-15 02:19 am UTC (link)
	The energy is no longer draining from Molly. This dream may occur again, but hopefully, it will never be quite so strong. He gives her a hug - its Molly - and adds the words he's pretty sure she wants to hear, it being Molly. "You chose... wisely." he says, before fading from the dream. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princessbruiser 2010-01-15 03:12 am UTC (link)
	"Thanks Lucas," Molly said, a smile coming to her face, returning the hug. Her parents faded from sight, leaving Molly to enjoy the rest of the night with a dreamless sleep. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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