Bishop

[1/5] Casts

Her voice carried a small tone of awe, lost in a dream almost as she took the pieces he gave her.  For a moment, she held them, just looking at the treat down in her fingers, a flavor she hadn’t tasted in a long while.  It was funny to think about, as she used to indulge herself in chocolate all the time.  Who would have thought it would be something so precious these days?  There horrid, never-ending days.

Brown eyes flickered back up to her friend and ally, the smile still on her lips.  “Thanks, Bishop…  You didn’t have to share this with me.”

She couldn’t help but be thrilled he had, though.  Stuffing one of the pieces into her mouth, Kitty just let it sit and melt on her tongue, the sweetness bursting through her, giving her a strange feeling of comfort, like a long lost friend had been found alive.

He spoke as if he himself was just adding up the sums; figuring it out himself, and by saying it, he would ferment it in truth. He popped a slice of the chocolate into his mouth. It reminded him of his mother, who used stock-pile the stuff for special occasions. For instance, if Bishop passed a test in school, he'd get a bar. 

    — Days           — Weeks                — Months. 

"I haven't had a bedtime in nearly thirty years." He huffed, but lay on the bed, legs out stretched, arms crossed, and he closed his eyes. This was the most comfortable he'd felt in years. And the thing was, he trusted her. He knew she wouldn't let anything happen to him. 

     ”Bishop, isn’t it?”

Bishop stuck his tongue out right back at her. Normally a serious man, she took the silly out in him. 

    — Days           — Weeks                — Months. 

The man before her, yielding a gun is tall, with an impassive face and red glowing from him. A man she has no recollection of every meeting waits for her answer.

‘Why?’ Laura asks, who the man is is of little consequence. Names are used, reused and tossed away by people in her vicinity like dental floss and the more important thing to know is why she is needed.

"You were built to kill a specific mutant. You were built by Weapon X, which is a branch of Weapon Plus. I am from the future; believe me or not in ten minutes a specially trained team will begin hunting you." He didn't divulge but the team would find her and essentially reprogram her to being the perfect mutant killing machine. 

    — Days           — Weeks                — Months. 

He just looked at her for a second. His dimmed red-eyes with the big black bags underneath them speaking words he could never say. "We all have to make sacrifices and unfortunately being a person that can be worried about isn't one of them." 

"It's nothing. We have to keep moving. 

"Do yoυ тнιɴĸ тo тαĸe мe вy ѕυrprιѕe?  I αм α ƒσяcє σƒ ηαтυяє. Tнιηк αgαιη."

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     ” do i really need guidance ??        even the great professor charles        xavier could do little to guide me. ”

he laughs, mockery is his strong suit.

        "I do not mean moral guidance."                                   "The guidance I mean is the kind that can only come from someone who's already seen all of this happen before." 

He pauses to think, every word thought out and meticulous. 

While, in the long run, she had thought about how reversing all this would benefit anyone, most of her mind had been consumed with how it would benefit herself.  How she’d go back to a life with her friends, her teachers.  She, Bobby, and Piotr would simply be back at the school.

For the first time, she was realizing that she had not considered it from Blink, Sunspot, Warpath, or Bishop’s points of view.  Her gaze lowered at this thought and she bit her lip, thinking.

Then what.

"I don’t know…  We don’t even know how this will all be stopped, Bish.  Who knows what waits for us in the end?  And if it is through time travel - which I think is where you’re getting at - if we do change the past… then I’ll make certain whoever goes back in time knows to find you.  You and the others.  We’ll still be a team, even if we don’t remember this version of our team,” she tried, wanting to be comforting, hoping she sounded realistic.

The brunette poured as much faith and hope as she could manage into her words.  It wasn’t a huge amount, but it was present.

"I can't help feel for the others. Me and you, we understand. We could reside in whatever time-line, so long as it's not this. I'll be missing an air I never breathed." The hopeless poetic nature of Bishop was rarely spotted, this was rare. 

And yet he couldn't help but sprawl a seldom smile when he saw her bubbly reaction to the bar in his hand which was split into five pieces- Bishop handed her three. "When I was in the camps, before I broke out, I went to retrieve Old faithful." He said, patting his gun which sat at his side. "I found it in a little box. Just ripe for the picking." 

He couldn't risk altering his time line at all. It could result in him vanishing, having two heads or being dead. There was no turning back after that. 

A snigger erupted from Bishop as he spied her hair. "I love the hair. Very fitting." He said.