A Ghost's second Chance

[Dancer]

Mystique would have never guessed that her life would have made this turn. From slavery to free woman, she had found herself now in rapturous love with a woman who was otherwise deemed unlovable. But she had been kind to Mystique. She had taken care of her, she had shown her kindness and Mystique had become her soft spot.

She loved her Scarlet. Her sweet, sweet Scarlet. A smile curled on her lips as she thought of her girlfriend's name. Her hand were busy at work, folding and sorting laundry. While her lover was away, she worked at making a tidy and homely apartment for her to come home to. Fresh flowers were in a vase on the mantle of the fireplace. Colorful curtains boxed in the window. The plain white dishes had been replaced with earthy but colorful and stylish dishes. A fresh stock of groceries lined the pantry and the fridge.

Her petite bare feet tiptoed across the bare floor as she put the clothes onto shelves before waltzing into the kitchen. On the stove she had a stew cooking. Mystique knew she wasn't much of a cook but she was learning and trying to. She just wanted--more than anything--to make her Scarlet happy. She took a taste test. Mmmm, no, it needed a dash of more salt. There, that was better. Only the best for her Scarlet. Humming a happy tune, Mystique twirled gracefully, moving to the dishes. Life was good.

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yHuuBZgif0

How long had it been since she had hesitated? Scarlet found herself wondering this as she staired through the scope of her rifle. Far below her, nearly a kilometer to the ground, stood a woman, sorrounded by loving family and friends. She was barely 14, dressed in simple, yet fine and elegant robes. She was celebrating something, a birthday? An Achievement? Who could really say. A job was a job, she could leave and forget about this, she just had to pull the trigger first.

That was where her plans had hit a snag, she had been here for half an hour now, her fingers wrapped tight around the trigger grip, refusing to budge, refusing to pull the trigger and end the strangers life. It wasn't worry for the stranger, she was sure of that, something else was making her halt.....For a moment, the image of her dearest Mystique flashed through her mind, imagining if that was her down there, and she was just another mercenary on a job.

Certainly, there was enough cause for many in the galaxy to wish to kill Scarlet, and by extension her crimson tressed lover.

 

[Dancer]

Four plates on her right arm. Three bowls. Two stacks of cups, one for each hand, the wine glasses stacked in the bowls, and of course, the mugs on the plates. Oh, and the mixing tools she had used in the mixing bowl that Mystique managed to balance on her head. Using her balance, grace, and natural ajility, the dancer delicately twirled around the kitchen, storing and stowing the dishes she had to place. A place was for everything and everything was in its place, just how Scarlet liked it.

Hopping with contentment at her small success--well small to everyone else, large to her--Mystique went to the oven and retrieved the sweet rolls within. Her tee shirt and skinny jeans clung to her body slightly from the gentle perspiration from the exertion. But it was worth it. The rolls that she had been practicing on while Scarlet had been gone were completed. She set them out to cool on a rack before going to the couch and frowning. Something wasn't right, she could feel it. She ran through a checklist--everything seemed to be fine but--but--Mystique couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something most certainly was wrong.

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

@Mystique

More minutes passed, a single drop of sweat ran down Scarlet's back. Every moment she stayed out here only furthered the chance she'd be spotted, and apprehended, or worse. But she could not bring herself to move. She'd watched the girl for some time now. She could see her life unfolding right before her down there, could she really bring herself to pull the trigger again, and end all that? She'd done it before...But...did she have to again?

Her Dearest [member="Mystique "]and her were well enough off already. Scarlet found herself wondering why she'd taken this job, or the one before that. It wasn't as if they were lacking in money, very very far from it. She lowered her rifle, slumpign agaisnt the rooftop railing as she thought. Then it hit her, every kill...The rush. She killed for the rush. That dark, beautiful, addicting sensation that ran through her every time she took another life. She licked her lips for a moment at the thought, tingling slightly as she thought of feeling it again.

Then she shook her head in disgust at her own thoughts. What would [member="Mystique "]think of her? If she knew the real reason she did this....SHe'd propably never speak to her again. Scarlet ran a hand down her face, letting out a drawn out, shuddering sigh.

 

[Dancer]

Yes. There it was again. Mystique furrowed her brow in contemplation. She could almost feel it, on the tip of her tounge. The dancer sat down slowly on the couch as she tried to puzzle this out.

At last she fiddled with her comm from her pocket. Under the contact list, short as it was, the screen came to rest on her most commonly used one "Scarlet bby luv <3 <3."

She smiled and began looking through the pictures he had of her beloved Scarlet. Pictures of them together on dates, pictures of her love asleep, pictures of her smiling and happy. It was a wonderful thing, their love. She could remember the first time they met. How scarlet was so emotionless. Lifeless. Like a woman who was walking but dead.

With her less-than-superior spelling, the former slave girl who had been completely illiterate before they met typed out a short message for her love. She doubted that Scarlet would get it before her work was done but still, she felt like it;

"Luv u, babay. Hoping 2 see u soon. Thinking of u. Kisss. <3 <3 <3"

Satisfied, she rose and got herself a glass of tea.

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

@Mystique

(You refferenced their meeting, now you must listen to 3:05 to the end)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anncaT5Zqq4


Scarlet's comm flashed up with a message. She paused, recachign down to pull it from her belt. Seeing it, a sad smile appeared upon her lips as she read it. Gods, she had to quit this...she couldn't do this to her dearest any longer. Peering over the railing one more time she shook her head, and took the steps down the building, headed toward the apartments.

Her rifle and such were quickly stowed, and she slowly made her way to the hab units. She stumbled, almost as if in a daze. SHe felt dizzy and sick, and as she stumbled into their shared apartment, she quickly made her way to the bathroom, barely getting inside before she threw up. as the realisations of her years and years of dark acts rained down upon her

 

[Dancer]

As Mystique heard the door open she waltzed back into the living room, the short distance it was to see--her love duck into the restroom and hurl. She felt her heart leap from her chest. She knew what her Scarlet did, but didn't think that this day would ever come--the day when her love would come in and break or crash. She had for so long known Scarlet as a strong, powerful woman; her protector, her guide, her healer, her everything. She was her safe place, cold to pain, and totally indifferent to all things not Mystique. The delicate dancer couldn't imagine her love ever breaking or falling to pieces like she had so many times.

Her heart was breaking to bits, seeing Scarlet like this. Breaking into a hundred pieces. She wanted to stop and cry. A single tear escaped her face and trekked down her face. No. She wiped it away. She had to be here to take care of her precious Scarlet like she had for her so many times among her nightmares and break downs. It was time for her to be strong--or to at least try her best. Scarlet needed her now.

She hurried to her love's side and wiped her mouth clean, wrapping her thin arm around Scarlet's waist to steady her. Her cyan eyes searched the sniper's beautiful, white face for a sign; what had happened? She didn't see any wounds this time. She pulled Scarlet in for a warm embrace. Mystique's hands rubbed her back consolingly. Her lips pressed against Scarlet's neck in a gentle kiss. Mystique held her there for what felt like eternity, a lifetime, before pulling away just enough to rest her forehead on Scarlet's. Her cyan eyes looked deeply into her precious girlfriend's jewel-like eyes.

"What happened, sweetheart?" she asked softly, sweetly. Speaking had been coming along easier, especially with the help her love had given her.

[member="Scarlet Ghost"]