Hi all!! Here's the next part of Dreams of an Angel. Hope you all enjoy it! Any comments or suggestions, well, you know how to contact me. My Yahoo ID is Goldenknightuk if you wish to send me an instant message. Sorry for any bad grammars boys and girl. C'mon! Nobody's perfect!! :)
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Well, first of all, this story, as you will certainly find out soon, is TOTALLY fictional. So! If any of you truly believe in it... dude, I'm worried about you. Secondly! None of the guys in the Backstreet Boys are gay! (No matter how hard I wished it :P). But nobody say we couldn't dream it, heh heh. Thirdly, Warren Worthington is actually a character from Marvel Comics, X-men known as Angel or recently Archangel. Okay fine, I admit it. I'm bored and I am making a pathetic attempt to make life a lil' bit interesting. Its not like I'm gonna publish it or something. What else to talk about hmm? Oh, there may be some adult gay scenes in this story. Unlike my brother, I don't mind writing naughty stuff ;) so! If you're underage, naughty, naughty! I can only ask you to go away, but I cannot do anything else to stop you from reading on anyway. Hell! I've been sneaking into the internet to watch gay porns since I was 13! So, if your parents or whoever responsible for you catch you, don't say I didn't warned you. However, if you're homophobic... well maybe I can seduce you enough to turn you around heh heh. I do so love a challenge ;)
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Nick woke up from his sleep only to found himself immersed in a world of feathers. Opening his eyes, his breath caught. White, soft feathers hovered over and all around him, touching his skin, and Warren's strong arms were still wrapped around him in a tight, loving and protective embrace. Unconsciously, Nick smiled. During their sleep, Warren has covered them with his wings.
'Waking up in the arms of an angel...' An unconscious thought crosses his mind at that instant. Gazing at Warren's sleeping face, so peaceful, so beautiful... how could he be so lucky to find such a right person in his life?
Sighing heavily once in his sleep, Warren stirred slightly and tightened his hold on Nick, embracing the warmth their body has to offer to each other. Unconsciously, Nick stroke Warren's back gently, never breaking his contemplative gaze on Warren's face. Their faces lay next to each other so close that Nick could feel the other man's warm breath. His golden hair lay tousled, soft as silk, wavy and glowing brightly in the morning sunlight. Moving his hand as gently as he could, Nick used his finger to caress those golden eyebrows lightly. Perfect. Everything is perfect about that man. Everything. The skin, the hair, the eyes, the lips, the body, those wings... the man has everything anyone could ever wished for in his life! He is a sculpture that somehow came to life. He is a living peace of art that should be preserved forever. People shouldn't hate him. People should admire him, worship him... love him...
A smile broke on Warren's lips suddenly and Nick found himself wondering what could he be dreaming of that could be so pleasant. He ceased stroking the eyebrows and trailed his fingers over the smooth blue skin, gently feeling the softness it offers. Moving on, he proceeds to stroke the soft golden locks.
Last night, he has taken one of the biggest steps in his life. Yeah, it was a big step alright. It's actually one of those steps that lead to massive changes in his life. Yup. Admitting that he is in love with another man... kissing him... taking a male lover... whew! As if being a mutant is not enough. Now he is also gay... well... bisexual actually, he still finds women attractive... though he doubt any woman in the world could be as gorgeous as Warren. Sorry girls. Y'all just got whooped up big time... by a man. Nick chuckled silently at the thought.
He fell silent again, never breaking his gaze on such a heavenly sight. He has always believed that everyone in this world has his or her own 'counterpart' wandering around somewhere. The one true soulmate. 'The One'; if you're hopelessly romantic. Yeah, yeah, it sounds tooo philosophical for poor ole Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys but hey! Just because he is considered the baby of the group doesn't mean he's stupid. At times, even he, when sitting down alone in his room or bus or whatever, found himself wondering about how the world works. You don't need to be a fucking philosopher to do a little bit of thinking of your own.
Well, back to soulmate... each of these two souls... or counterparts; wanders on around the world randomly to find each other. Some will succeed... while others will fail. Returning his attention to Warren, he smiled. In his case, he finds himself more and more convinced that he has succeeded in finding his 'counterpart'. How did he know that? No idea. But deep down in his heart, he somehow knew that this is 'The One'. He has always thought that his soulmate would be a girl. Well, this is one proof that the world works in a crazy way considering that his soulmate turns out to be a guy! Hmph. His mom was right... as usual. Always keep an open mind to everything; never, ever be too sure of what should be and what shouldn't be in life and always be ready for the sky to fall on your head and when that finally happen, always expect your world turned upside down when you finally open your eyes.
A sudden wave of homesickness suddenly assaults him. Gosh! He really should pay his folks a visit. He already called his mom last time, and after surviving the initial ears-deafening shockwave-greetings Clan Carter-style, he finally succeeded in telling her mom his whereabouts and promised her that he'll be paying her a visit soon... which of course doesn't say how soon. Next week probably, when he is absolutely sure they've finished renovating the house. There's no way his mom gonna recruit him to paint the house like Aaron. Nu-uh! As much as Nick loves her, that woman is an awesome force of nature, complete with lightning and thunder. Once she got her hands on you, you'll ended up trust up like a Thanksgiving turkey before you even know it, mutant or no.
Oh God! What the hell is he gonna tell his family and friends? He already has one bomb ready to drop... the one about him being a mutant... should he drops the other bomb too? Wooo-hooo! This is gonna be worst than Chernobyl! Hi Mom and Dad! Hey Brian! Hey Kev. I came by to tell y'all that I'm a mutant. Yeah. I can mess around with your emotions. Cool isn't it? And this is Warren. He's a mutant too. Oh by the way, Warren and I are together. Yup. We're in love. Hope you don't mind. Cheerios!
Oh yeah. Somewhere down there, Hell is gonna freeze over.
Warren stirs again, murmuring something in his sleep. That smile never vanished from his lips and his grip around Nick's chest tightened. Nick suddenly finds his own body crushed against Warren's. Ooookaay... this is gonna be a problem. Somewhere along the line, he has become a human pillow.
Warren stirred again and Nick has to turn his face aside to avoid being smothered by Warren's own face. Okay, now things are really starting to get problematic. Nick finds himself stuck in that position. Warren's tight grip is preventing any movement. Again, Warren stirred in his sleep and finally Nick decided to do something.
Before he could even say anything, he stopped himself. Something is wrong with this picture. Warren stirred again, crushing Nick against his chest. His wings fluttered slightly. His breathing is... labored. He's shaking... and yet that smile on his face shows that he's not in any apparent distress... and... waaaait a minute... What the Hell is THAT down there???
Nick's eyes widened as for the first time as he noticed the warm, hard, rod-like shape waaay down there, pressing deliberately against him. Is that... Is it truly Warren's... Oh, no, no, no... it can't be... it's huge... it's impossible... is that what's gonna go into... that has better be a baseball bat or somethin' down there!!!!
Warren stirred again, pressing his body again and again against Nick. Nick whimpered slightly. No, that is not a baseball bat. But... but... that's huge! It must be about eight or eight and a half inches down there! Even Nick's own can only stretched itself up to six, six and a half maximum! And... and... It's... It's impossible!! How could a guy get his... thing... so big? It's... How the hell can he fit that into... him...? It's gonna be painful! It's... it's... Okay! That thing is not coming NEAR his ass!!!
Nick tried to move but Warren's is holding him too tightly. The winged-man's breathing grew even more labored and he started humping his body... waaaait a minute... these signs are familiar... Warren is hard down there, breathing heavily, sleeping with a huge blissful smile on his face, humping against Nick's own body... oh no you don't. OH NO YOU DON'T!!
Using the link, he quickly re-opens the link (when did he close it anyway? He promised Warren to leave it open... something he needs to work at!) to touch Warren's mind. Bad mistake. Waves upon waves of lust and passion roared into his own mind, sweeping him aside.
'Holy shit! He is having a wet dream!!' Nick cursed softly under his breath.
Nick whimpered as his heart rate shot up along with his testosterone and soon enough, he is panting for breath right along side Warren. Duh! Of course he is becoming aroused. He's experiencing the same lust and horniness as Warren does right now. Nick bit his lips even as Warren used his body as a humping bag. And Warren's mega-monster down there, stiff as a metal pole now, sticking out from the top of his brief and right now rubbing against Nick's tummy... is only making the lust worst!!
Warren's hand is sliding up behind him now, pushing him and crushing him further against his own chest. Hellloooo? Need to breathe here!! Warren is not laboring for breath now, he is basically panting through his mouth! Carefully monitoring Warren's mind, Nick could feel the passion slowly building up, like water slowly building up until the dam could no longer stand against the pressure and the wall began to crack. It won't be long now before all hell breaks loose. Mentally bracing himself, Nick tightened his hold on Warren determinedly. There's no way out. The only way to deal with it at this stage is to ride the waves and hope for the best.
The humping is growing faster and harder and Nick could barely keep up with his own breathing. His own dick is already stiff in response to the waves of lust gushing through the link. That's the way things work between them now, it seems. If one of them experiences something, the other will experience it too. Warren is gritting his teeth now in his sleep, his breathing came through in and out in sharp hisses. Whatever wet dream he is having right now, it must be one hell of a dream!!
The tension building up in Warren's mind is getting stronger. Any moment now... A rough grunt escapes Warren's lips and his body is as stiff as a rock even as the humping grew stronger and faster. Nick's eyes widened. This is gonna be one hell of a ride. Any moment now... All hands brace for impact!! Any moment now... any sec... OH!
HOLY MOMMA!!!
The dam burst and fireworks exploded everywhere. FUCK!!! Nick rolled his eyes in pure ecstasy, his eyelids twitching repeatedly even as his body shook uncontrollably from the sudden blissful experience. His own vision blurred. Colors swirled everywhere... red, blue, green, yellow... He could barely hear the loud, long, blissful moan emanating from Warren. His mind felt like exploding but it is not pain he is experiencing right now. It's pure, sweet pleasure. It's ambrosia. It's heaven.
"Fuck!!" Nick whispered dazedly under his breath as he pants against Warren's trembling body. He could feel his own muscle contracting as he too came repeatedly in his own boxer-brief... and he doesn't even need to touch himself! "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
He could feel Warren's muscles contracting and the wings fluttered tensely. He could feel every massive spurts of cum shooting out from Warren's steely hard dick. He lost count somewhere after the sixth spurt. My God! When was the last time Warren had any sex?? The fluid felt warm and strange against his tummy, and as it trickles down slowly, it felt... delicate... silky... arousing... exciting...
Nick was aware that he came too. After that burst of pure pleasure and ecstasy, who wouldn't? His boxer brief felt damp and heavy. He was not aware of how many spurts were involved, but he imagined it was a lot. He suspected that this is the largest load he ever gave out in all of his life so far. Dear diary! Today I had the largest orgasm I ever had in my whole entire life!
Warren is sleeping peacefully now, that lucky bastard. Just look at that satisfied silly smile on his face... and that face... exhausted... satiated... That dream had better be of Nick or else...
Warren's tight grip has loosened but the wings are still draped comforting over both of them. As his body cools down from the experience, Nick cocked his head slightly so that his cheek brushed against the soft feathers. Only a few hours ago, those wings had taken him high into the sky. Feeling exhausted (Don't ask where those excess energy went. You know where it went wink, wink), Nick snuggled closer against Warren, as close as he could get to those wings, to the man in his arms. Warren breathes on in and out peacefully in his sleep. Peering at the clock, he saw that it's only eight in the morning, a couple of hours before the man in his arm has to get up for his training session. It's a good thing Professor Xavier is still not back from Muire Island. That means he has no lesson session with the professor today. More time to sleep.
As he closes his eyes, he could feel Warren stirring again, pressing his body against Nick's gently. His skin slid easily against Nick's own cum-covered tummy. They are gonna be stuck together when they wakes up, but Nick has no desire to get out of the bed to clean himself. He felt comfortable in Warren's arm and the wing that is covering him is keeping him nice and warm. Being stuck together is a small price to pay for preserving such comfort. As sleep descended on him, Nick smiled at that little thought. Not that he's complaining about it anyway... What an... interesting... morning...
"HOLY SHIT!! GET A LOAD AT THESE TWO!!!"
After so many years of battle training, Warren's instinct kicked in instantaneously. He shot up from the bed in a flash, expecting a surprise attack. His wings were already unfurling and flapping gracefully even as it lifted him off into the air. He whirled around, one hand pushing Nick off the bed in the attempt to get him out of danger while the other hand is already hurling a pillow to distract the would be enemy. His face was twisted in a feral snarl.
His appearance must have been terrible indeed because from the corner of his eyes, he saw Nick looking at him in awe, horror and disbelief. He dimly saw his appearance from the nearby mirror and immediately understood the source of Nick's awe. In the mirror, he saw himself, wings spread readily like a true avenging angel. His hands were already raised readily for a fight and his eyes... flashing with rage and death. He is the Death Angel, the Fourth Horseman of Apocalypse. He is an instrument of death and destruction.
Moments passed before he stopped himself from charging forward. Before him, Jubilee stood at the door, holding the thrown pillow, eyes wide and mouth gaping open as she stared at the scene before her. A second passed, followed by another... and another... and then the stunned and disbelief expression on her face changed into joy and a huge smile appears on her face before she let a shrill scream that makes both Nick and Warren wince.
"OH MY GOD!!!" She screamed shrilly before laughing. "OH MY GOD!! JEAN!! SCOTT!! REMY!! GUYS!! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!!!"
She vanished from the room before Warren or Nick could utter a word. Even as they blinked at the door stupidly, they could hear the shrill screams and laughter from across the mansion.
"Looks like words are being spread all over the mansion already." Nick giggled. He looked at Warren when the other man didn't answer. "Warren?"
Warren has somehow landed on the bed. When Nick looked at him, he saw Warren sitting on his knees on the bed, staring unseeingly at the mirror before him. Nick doesn't need to feel the horror and fear flowing through the link from Warren's mind to know what is going on.
"Warren..." Nick called out softly as he moved onto the bed and knelt down beside him.
"I... I was him," Warren whispered softly. Nick quickly pulled him into a comforting hug even as he felt Warren's body starting to tremble. "For a moment... I was him again."
"Who?" Nick asked softly. "Who were you?"
"The Death Angel." A strangled sob appeared in his voice as Warren uttered the name. "Apocalypse's creature."
At that instant, Warren's will shattered and he began sobbing quietly in Nick's arm. Nick looked up when Bobby appeared at his door and halted, his eyes widened as he saw Warren. Nick shook his head warningly at him as he rocked Warren back and fourth gently. Getting the message, Bobby nodded sadly and closed the door softly.
"I... I nearly gave in to the... to the rage." Warren sobbed on. "I... I nearly attacked her... No mercy... No compassion... Only... Only a void... filled with rage... fury... death... coldness... No emotions... No pity... Only c-c-coldness..."
"Warren..." Nick whispered softly as he stroke the man's back soothingly. Warren buried his face on his shoulder as he sobs on, and Nick held onto him tightly, rocking him. He kissed the soft golden locks gently in the attempt to reassure the man that he is not alone. "Warren, baby..."
"I... I didn't see myself... in the mirror..." Warren went on and a single tear began to leak out of Nick's eyes as he listened to the anguish in his lover's voice, followed by another, and another... Waves of guilt, anguish and sorrow flow in torrents into his mind through the link. "I saw my former self... m-m-metal wings... eyes... blazing with fury... I s-s-saw... the... t-t-the monster Apocalypse created... I... I s-s-saw... the D-D-Death Angel..."
"No." Nick said firmly, finding his voice at last, his cheeks streaked with tears. "No, you're NOT the Death Angel. You are Warren. Look at me. Warren, look at me!"
He placed his hands on each side of Warren's head and gently lifting it up, forcing the other man to gaze into his eyes. His heart shattered into million pieces as he looked at Warren's tears-stricken face. The other man is still crying uncontrollably and the guilt that is flowing from his mind is becoming unbearable. Nick's heart skipped a beat as he realized the danger of this. Warren is slowly approaching the point where he would become suicidal.
'Nick?' A flash of Jean's thought appeared in his mind at that instant. 'What's happening? What's wrong with Warren? Do you need help?'
Even telepathically, Nick could sense the worry in the other woman's mind, but he cannot afford to be interrupted now.
'No, Jean.' Nick replied gravely. 'Leave us alone for a while. Please. Whatever happens, make sure no one interrupt us.'
Jean gave her assent and vanished from his mind, probably to tell Scott what is happening. Nick inhaled deeply as he concentrate fully on Warren.
"You are Warren Worthington." Nick spoke firmly as their eyes met at last. "You're not Death anymore. You're Archangel... and I love you."
With those words, Nick reaches through the link and poured fourth all the love and affection he could muster.
"Warren, love, please..." Nick whispered gently. "Please listen to me... I love you, and I will never leave you. You are not alone in this. You will never be alone in this. I will see to that. Please... come back to me. We'll face your demons together. Please..."
Whatever is happening, it seems to be working. Nick could feel the changes in Warren's mind. The fear and guilt slowly receding, but the unpleasant suicidal feeling is still there.
"Nick..." Warren whimpered weakly.
"Baby, you need to pull yourself together." Nick continues firmly. "I... I know what is going on inside you head, Warren. I can feel it... and I will not allow it! D'you hear me? I swear to God, I will not allow it! Not now, not ever. I love you, Warren... and I'll be damn if I lose you now. Please... let that unpleasant thought go and come back to me. Please, baby... come back. Come back to me."
"I want it all to end..." Warren sobbed. "I-I can't stand t-t-this anymore... It... always c-c-come back t-t-to haunts me... I want... I want..."
"Come back to me, please, baby? Please? Let it go. Let that feelings go." Said Nick, his voice broke slightly but he controlled his emotions quickly enough to prevent himself from breaking down and cry too. Redoubling his effort, he empathically reaches out to Jean and Bobby's mind, using his own mind as a bridge to connect Warren's mind to them. "Can you feel that? Can you feel the worry and concern in Bobby and Jean's mind? They care about you, baby. They want to help you. I want to help you. But you need to pull yourself together first. There are ways to deal with this other than killing yourself. And I won't let you do that!"
The guilt and sorrow receded. Nick could see the lost, unseeing look in Warren's eyes slowly diminishing.
"You are Warren Worthington the Third, mutant, an X-man, the Avenging Angel..." Nick continued, his voice softened as he gently wiped away the tears from Warren's cheek. "You are my angel... I love you... and I don't want to lose you..."
He watched as Warren reached out shakily to touch Nick's face, as if touching it for the first time.
"It... it will not go away..." Warren breathed out tearfully at last. "It will not end... it always come back to haunt me... again and again... I'm tired... I want it to end..."
" We will make it go away," Nick replied as he move his hand to stroke the golden locks on Warren's head. "You and I, together. I will not leave you, baby. You're not alone anymore. We'll face your past together."
The guilt and sorrow disappeared and Nick continues to fill the void with his love and affection. Whatever happens, he must push the darkness back. He must ensure such suicidal tendency never emerges again. He cannot lose Warren, especially now when they have just got together. He continues rocking the other man gently as Warren buried his face tiredly against his shoulder.
"Don't leave me, Nick. Please... help me. Don't let me become the creature I once was." Warren whispered at last. "Please... I don't think I can do this alone anymore."
"You won't." Nick answered before kissing the golden locks gently. "And I won't leave you. I promise."
In a dark laboratory, far away from the mansion, a lithe figure stood from the chair where she has been sitting on for the past hours. Her eyes are cold and her lips are pinched tightly together in contempt.
"I take it from the sweet expression of your face that your attempt to awaken the Death Angel psyche has failed again, Miss Braddock." An amused male voice appeared somewhere near her in the dark lab.
"It's that new empath. Even barely trained, his influence on Warren's mind is... far more formidable than I expected." Betsy hissed contemptuously. "He forced down the dark psyche I awoken purely through a simple sheer force of his will! That is... impossible!"
The other voice simply laughed.
"You have always been too confident with your own ability. You have always faced things that you know you can defeat. But tell me, Miss Braddock, have you ever faced an empath? Do you claim to know everything there is to know about empathy?"
Frowning in thought for a moment, Betsy sat down on the chair once again before shaking her head.
"No." She answered slowly.
"Appearance can be deceiving. It may appear simple and useless but do bear in mind that empathy is still considered an uncharted region in the field of psionic studies. Not even I knew everything there is to know about it. Never underestimate the unknown, Miss Braddock. I knew many who did such a thing... and most of them lies dead." The figure mused softly as he walked out of the room.
Betsy leaned against her seat thoughtfully. Once, she loved Warren with all of her heart. Once, she would stand beside him proudly. Once she saw a man who has everything: money, looks, power, strength, pride, arrogance... Many cursed Apocalypse for changing him so. But to her, Apocalypse has simply performed a huge favor by turning a pathetic, worthless little angel into something more. With his razor-sharp metal wings, Warren has finally gained power that he should have been proud of. And the cold fury, the endless thirst for death and destruction echoing again and again in his mind, the emotionless void and the glee in his eyes when he made his kills on creatures so much lesser than him... such rage, such strength, such power in his hands...
'And he threw it all away just like that.' Betsy thought to herself in disgust.
Instead of strength and power, Warren has chosen to be weak. And not only that, he denied the cold dark fury of the Death Angel psyche from taking over his mind. Warren's will is strong. For years, he suppressed these dark emotions, pushing it deep and keeping it locked up tightly within the dark recesses of his mind. For years, he tried to atone for his so-called past mistakes. For years, Betsy watched his lover... his EX-lover, flaunting his weakness everywhere when he could be something more. What a weak creature Warren has become. Power of the Death Angel is within his grasp, but he refuse to accept it and for what? To be weak like the rest of the X-men? Like Jean who holds the power of the Phoenix in her hands - power that could destroy the universe! Or Scott or his brother Alex, or Rogue, or Storm... All have pure power and strength in their hands and yet, they prefer to be weak! They are all weak-minded fools! Well, Warren, join the club.
For years, Betsy has secretly awoken those cold dark emotions. Warren's willpower may be strong, but it cannot remain strong forever. Sooner or later, it will crumble and those dark emotions will take over Warren's mind entirely... and the Death Angel shall be reborn once again. So time and again, she would use the special telepathic link she forged long ago when they were together to awaken these dark emotions. Those nightmares, those depressions, those endless broodings... these are all signs that Warren's willpower is crumbling before her. Everything was progressing as it should. She has even taken a step further to achieve her goal. She found out that her new master has a way to restore those metal wings. She seeks him out and made an offer to him that she knew he wouldn't refuse. Her new master, like her, also appreciates the importance and value of power and strength in life. He accepted her offer. Her new master will restore Warren's metal wings and in return, Betsy and the newly reborn Death Angel will serve him as his minions. So that was settled. The only thing to do now is to encourage those dark emotions in Warren's mind to swell and eventually become strong enough to shatter Warren's willpower and take over his mind. A simple plan; one that she has carried out for years in secret without anyone, not even Jean or the professor, suspected anything.
But then Warren, in his desperation to fight the slowly growing darkness and the memories of his former self, started to get clingy. Ugh! There is nothing more in this whole wide world that could make her blood boils than a clingy, whining man. Warren has definitely sinks himself lower than simply being weak! This new Warren disgust her!!
So she broke up with him, but she knew it would be temporary. It was for the best. One more whining out of him and Betsy would have killed him there and then, her plans be damned. But no worry, she will get back together with him again soon. Once he accepted the power and strength and become the man he once was, the man she once loved and proud of, then they shall be together once again.
But she has never anticipated that Warren would fall in love again so soon... and with another MAN!!! Even worst, with an empath!! Shaking his head in annoyance, she stood up briskly and began pacing the room back and fourth. Honest to God, she definitely did not see that coming. Warren Worthington, a well-known womanizer, who used to fuck her senseless day and night, rain and shine, until she could barely tell which way is up and which way is down, now find himself taking a male lover... she could understand it if it's a woman, but a man? Bloody hell! If Nick has found a way to bruise her ego by countering her telepathic attempt on Warren... this certainly tied a knot!
Still pacing the room, she gently massages her temple to clear the headache that suddenly appears out of nowhere. This is not happening. This is not happening! Warren is hers and hers only! That little dick-sucking pest will just have to move aside when she comes over to collects him or die by her hands. There can be no other way. There's no way she is going to lose her man to a faggot. If she has to, she will alter Warren's mind telepathically to make sure that is so. But for now, she has to ignore that for a while. The dark-psyche awakening; that must come first.
She had used her telepathic link time and again to increase the intensity of the dark emotions. She was succeeding beautifully! Warren strength and will were slowly weakening and crumbling before her eyes. The nightmares he had in LA were a near success. And she actually very nearly achieved her goal in her most recent attempt! Warren was slowly fading and the dark emotions were slowly taking over! The Death Angel was about to be reborn. But that empath! That lowly, dick-sucking, good-for-nothing, bloody son-of-a-bitch empath! He... he simply forced the dark emotions back down!! Bloody hell!!
'I knew it was a bad idea to leave the mansion so soon!' she thought darkly.
Betsy shook her head in frustration. Not only did she fail in her attempt, but also deep down inside, her ego was battered up good! Elizabeth Braddock, aka Psylocke, a fully trained telepath and ninja, defeated and humiliated... by whom? By a half-trained empath. There is no God! But then again, empathy has never been her strongest of talents. Her power revolves mainly on telepathy, and there is only so much a telepath can do when it comes to emotional manipulations.
She sighed as she sat down again. She cannot go back to Westchester. Her original plan was to stay at Warren's side at all time, manipulating his mind slowly until he is fully crumbled and the cold dark emotions of the Death Angel is finally free to consume Warren's mind. But things are starting to get warm back there. Jean and Rogue were already sensing the weird feeling that something is amiss. Besides, she also received words from her new master that her presence at his side is required. As much as she dislikes the man, she had no choice but to obey.
Well, she has to continue on with her attempt. She will get her powerful Death Angel back, whatever it takes. And no one is going to stop her.