After Cuba
Nov. 23rd, 2015 08:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no_more_hidingHank paced the tight cabin onboard the USS Essex and fought to keep his anger in check. Yet another new thing for him, this anger. He was used to being in control of his anger, but ever since the transformation, his emotions have seemed too big, too raw. Damn you and your mutant "superiority", Erik! He thought. And damn this cabin.
Pacing when you are angry and wound up wasn't very rewarding when you could only manage a few steps before needing to turn around. The joys of life aboard an aircraft carrier. Still, it was better than being stared at or being confined to the brig. And damn you Raven for leaving us! For leaving me.
Sighing, Hank stopped and sat on the bunk, anger draining at the thought of Raven and her betrayal of both Charles and himself. How could she leave like that? Didn't they matter to her?
Pacing when you are angry and wound up wasn't very rewarding when you could only manage a few steps before needing to turn around. The joys of life aboard an aircraft carrier. Still, it was better than being stared at or being confined to the brig. And damn you Raven for leaving us! For leaving me.
Sighing, Hank stopped and sat on the bunk, anger draining at the thought of Raven and her betrayal of both Charles and himself. How could she leave like that? Didn't they matter to her?
