Disclaimer: I do not own, Marvel does not notice. I am a small person in a large pond. This is for Mark, who did not know about Domino; for Cable who whined about how his Dom never got headspace around here; and for Dom, who threatened to brain me if she didn't get her feature headspace.
And my usual characters wonder why I don't give them their due headspace? Ack! Now Stryfe is threatening to alter my timelines..........I think, in my next incarnation, I'm going to be a nuclear physicist with emphasis in radioactive handling. Lot easier.
Inspired by: 'Vertical Limit' starring Chris O'Donnell. If you've seen the movie, you know what I'm talking about.
Ambivalence
by Riolee
The fucker made me kill him. That low down, no good, son of a bitch made me kill him to save Rhiannon.
God, I hate him. I hate him for putting me in that position. I hate him for leaving me no choice.
I can even remember his death so clearly. And the gentle way he severed the link.
Fighting, at the Grand Canyon. One rope for the both of us, slowly being frayed because it was being rubbed over the sharp edge of the rock. Him, telling me to cut the rope, before we both died.
Not him and me. Her and me. Rhiannon and me.
I hate him so much. Using our daughter against me. Just because I was pregnant.
Not that I would have cut the rope anyway. Even with him yelling at me to cut the damn rope. He had to use the last of his energy to force me to cut the rope.
I hate you, you bastard! Why did you have to leave me like this? Why did you force my hand? Goddamn bastard.
Did I ever tell you how much I loved you? Did I ever tell you how much I admired you?
Fuck you, Nate. I hate you.
I miss you.
I love you.