#thread: trick

Pacing the expanse of the throne room had grown exhausting. Her young mind raced with thoughts of revenge and how to exact it. She would hurt them, slice them down in their prime. Cutting not with a  bowie knife but with a surgical one. Precision cuts where it would hurt them most. Show them how it feels. How it feels to be torn down in your prime.

But she had been away for some time. Some time. No, she needed help now. Someone who had spent time with the X-Men when she hadn't. How fortunate, then, that such a someone was with her now.