[X-Men + East Side Witches] Pagan

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Life in the East District wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either.

Greta's mother is a well-known witch. They hide in the bustling city, using ancient spells and magic to solve life problems and similar challenges.Although life is not all smooth sailing, when it comes to storms, Greta has never experienced them.

She was not very familiar with magic since she was a child, and occasionally moved objects with her mind, and her mother didn't tell her the cause and effect. Similar to her two older sisters, Greta hardly realized that she was a witch.

It all started when she was 16 years old. Because of her unstable strength, she injured her classmates and hypnotized the teachers and school leaders. A conflict that was originally not that big became violent. When her mother came to arrest Greta , she almost destroyed half of the family's house, and of course, she was caught in the end.

From then on, she knew that she was a witch, a devil's child, and a devil's woman.

Recalling the past four years ago, Greta's eyes showed nostalgia.

"You don't know, I thought it was a superpower at the time, it was so cool." She said to the boys beside her, "Later, I used this ability to do bad things like you, and later, we moved back to my aunt's house." Her tone was slightly low, "In people's minds, witches are terrible things. They will bring disease, pain, death and curses, but they are right. We can indeed bring these."

Pietro rested his chin and listened, his eyes flickering, as if in a trance.

"Speaking of which, we are quite similar." Greta laughed. "Although my mother didn't take care of me much, I was still very worried about her, fearing that she would be killed by other wizards."

"You are here." Kurt suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, waving the blue tail, which startled them.

"Before you show up next time, can you give me a warning?" the boy complained about him.

Kurt stroked his hair, and smiled silly: "Isn't it because you are too anxious? The professor used the mastermind to find those two people, and it's not just those two, they are a group of people!"

The news brought by the Nightcrawler was so shocking that Greta couldn't help but hold the wooden table in front of him: "You mean, there is a group of people who want to deal with us?"

"If they are all on the same side as Wolfe, then this is the case." Kurt touched his chin, very confident, "And the mutants over there have some problems."

Pietro raised his eyebrows: "What's the problem? Be mad."

"First, they are all children under ten years old. Second, they are all extremely hostile to humans." As he spoke, Kurt took out two paintings and spread them out in front of them. The place they are in is also like a school, and Xavier is like a mirror and outside the mirror, and their leader is this person." He took out another painting with a very A beautiful woman with light-colored wavy hair, gorgeous facial features, and bright red lips. It is no exaggeration to say that she is as beautiful as a doll.

"His name is Barbie," Kurt said inscrutably, as if guessing what the two of them were thinking, "it's a man."

Pietro was stunned and almost spit out the juice he drank in his mouth: "...Devil, are you serious?"

"Of course, that's what the professor said." Kurt said solemnly, "Don't judge a person by their appearance."

"From the mutants I perceive, they are mostly level 2-3. For example, Wolfe we ​​saw that day was level 2, and Joan was level 3," Qin's voice sounded in the distance, and they saw The girls came slowly from far to near, but the voice seemed to keep ringing in their ears, "But this Barbie is a level 4 mutant, just like the professor. Interestingly, he can also hypnotize."

Of course Greta knows how powerful Professor X is, but what she knows better is how powerful hypnosis is.

"So those people were hypnotized by him?" Pietro asked, but thinking of Joan and Wolfe's clear logic that day, it didn't feel right.

Qin shook her head: "Of course not. They hate human beings, and they must have gathered together spontaneously. But when facing so many undeveloped children, Barbie will inevitably use his hypnosis to deepen the children's resentment."

"What a dangerous guy." Pietro frowned, "Why don't I go explore the road first?"

With that said, the boy is about to stand up.

Greta grabbed the boy's sleeve subconsciously, but the reaction was quick: "Where are you going?! Don't go!"

Qin raised the corner of her mouth and pretended not to see it: "Forget it, you will never return. I don't know if there is someone with similar abilities to yours. If you meet them, how do you escape?"

Pietro took back the steps he had already taken, reached out and patted the top of the girl's head: "I'm just talking, I don't plan to go."

Greta raised her face and looked at the other party. The boy looked up and down, and the dimples on his face looked a bit childish. The inexplicable awkwardness of the previous few days seemed to have never existed.

The other party came back within a few hours after running away that day, and then took Greta for a lunch and a dinner on the pretext of taking Ms. Wendy to visit the school. His attitude changed so quickly that Greg Rita was caught off guard.

Teenage boys are very weird, so Greta didn't take this matter to heart.

"Let's sneak out to see it at night." After being honest for a while, Pietro couldn't help but said, "I still want to go and see who is it that can raise mutants like a weapon arsenal."

After hearing the other party's comparison, Greta laughed: "Then I'll go with you. If Charlie is here, I'll give him a small gift."

Qin smiled and said, "Hey, I'm still here, isn't that what the whispers say?"

Kurt helplessly chimed in: "Hey, I'm here too."

Near the evening, Greta returned to the room and saw her mother putting on makeup in front of the dressing table. In fact, the marks left by the years on her were not so obvious. Although she was the mother of a 20-year-old woman, she looked only 30. around age.

This is probably the skill of witches.

"Greta, do you like that boy?" Wendy straightened her blood-red necklace in the mirror and asked suddenly. This question was straightforward enough, in the style of Catwoman.

The girl didn't expect her mother to cut straight to the point, and she was startled for a while, unable to answer.

Wendy turned her head and looked at her grown-up and very beautiful daughter, with a hint of worry in her eyes: "Mutants are not human, you know that, right?"

"Of course I know." Greta said, "But Dad didn't..."

Wendy shook her head: "Have you met your father?"

For a moment, Greta seemed to understand why she was brought up by her mother since she was a child, and her aunts and sisters never mentioned anything about her father.She was very surprised to understand this, and at the same time, her heart sank: "Then...Mom, you should also understand the sadness and pain of being abandoned because of your identity."

Wendy has always been bright and sharp, but at this time she showed a sad expression, and her face gradually turned pale.

"He didn't leave me, or he didn't have time to leave me, because I was killed." The woman whispered, "We are destined to live with the same kind, because life is too long, I don't know how many The people we love are gradually leaving...Are you sure you want to be with that kid?"

Greta understands what her mother means. If her father died because of her mother's identity, she may also become a victim of Pete's identity.After thinking about it, she decided to tell the truth: "Mom, we're not actually together, and our acquaintance was also an accident."

"But you like him, and he likes you too." Wendy said, "I can tell."

Greta was silent for a while, and said with some trepidation: "It's okay not to like it that much. After Charlie's matter is resolved, we return to the East District, and maybe we won't meet again."

"Can you promise, Greta?" Wendy said again.

Pressed every step of the way, a strange feeling crossed the girl's heart, and she couldn't help but irritably fought back: "You never cared about me before."

Perhaps because of the resentment towards her mother who left without saying goodbye and the estrangement and unfamiliarity accumulated over the years, Greta is not as clingy to her mother as other daughters, and they have never been intimate between mother and daughter, so when she said this sentence , the look in his eyes was already very resistant.

"I know you're doing it for my own good, but I'm already 20 years old." The implication is that I'm old, and many things can be understood, so don't worry about it.

"That kid is not yet 20 years old." But Wendy didn't accept the move, but said, "You don't know what you will face."

What else could it be?

Greta thought sarcastically that what she was about to face was the fault of her own mother.

"I understand, you don't need to talk about it." The girl sighed, "That kid is young, no one has controlled him since he was a child, and he hasn't been in a relationship yet. He really doesn't suit me. Let's go to Charlie's place tonight. Quick, let's get back to the East as soon as possible."

Wendy was satisfied when she heard what her daughter said. She waved her hand and asked her to come over, told her to be careful all the way, and kissed her forehead.

After exiting her mother's room, Greta walked towards the castle.

The night after the rain was cold, and she was only wearing a single piece of clothing. She was shivering from the cold, so she couldn't help stretching out her arms and wrapped them around her arms, trying to keep it warm.

There was a lot of rain during this period, but there were also a lot of sunny days.

It rains for a while, and it is sunny for a while. For example, even if the sun has faded now, the night is clear and bright, and the sky is like dark blue velvet, which is so beautiful that it takes one's breath away.

Haze and sunny days alternate, and no one can decide whether the light should fall in the clouds or on the ground.

Greta took a deep breath, trying to suppress the grievance.

She knew that she should listen to her mother. After all, she lived hundreds of years longer than herself and had her own way of dealing with things, so what she said must be well thought out.

But as for Pietro... Greta dared not think.

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