Mask of Lies

Heya! Welcome to Mask of Lies :) This is a story being co-written between me and MioneHermione14 (who has an awesome Remy/Rogue story on her page that you should definitely go check out!)

Note: We do not own Marvel (if we did, we'd be fighting to the death over Remy, no joking). The character of Julieta Diosa is mine and the character of Amelia Diosa is MioneHermione14's :D Also, any words in Spanish or French will have a translation at the end of the chapter!

Enjoy!

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Mask of Lies

~Prologue~

Rain continually fell as if the sky itself was crying at the scene that was unfolding before it. The small group of friends and family were gathered around the grave opening and watched as a coffin was lowered.

Two little girls who looked no older than ten stood side by side, dressed all in black with a solemn expression on their faces as they watched their mother's ebony coffin fade from view.

It had been just a few days before that their lives had been perfect…but then after school shortly after, they had found their mother collapsed on the ground…and their lives changed forever.

Besides each other, their mother was the only family they had in Spain. Now that she was gone, they had to go to America, where they were being sent to live with their father whom had left when they were barely past their second birthday.

Julieta ignored the pitying stares she and Amelia were receiving, and instead tightened her grip on her sister's hand. Amelia squeezed her twin's hand to comfort her, despite the fact that she too wanted to break down and cry.

But she couldn't. She was the oldest, even if it was only by a few minutes, and she had to stay strong for Julieta. She had to.

Despite this, Amelia's eyes filled with unshed tears as the coffin was buried. Julieta's rich brown eyes looked at her sister silently before saying quietly, "You can cry if you want to."

Amelia blinked before looking into the brown eyes that were identical to her own. "No, I have to be stronger than that," she said softly, her voice barely heard by Julieta. "I have to be stronger for you."

Julieta knew that Amelia hadn't meant for her to hear the last part, so she didn't respond. Instead, she closed her eyes too and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, determination glittered within.

She would become strong enough for the both of them so that instead of Amelia protecting her, she could protect Amelia.

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As the ship drew closer and closer to Maine, the dark pit in the bottom of Julieta's stomach grew.

"Why are we living with him? He left us." She questioned darkly, obviously not enthused at the prospect of seeing their father.

"He's our papá, Julieta." Amelia said quietly, looking at her sister solemnly. "It's the only place we have to go…unless you want to live on the streets." She had meant the last part as sarcastic, but wanted to sigh when she realized that Julieta was actually considering the remark. "Julie." The brownish-red haired girl said tiredly, though there was a hint of a smile on her face.

Julieta looked down at her feet. "I know, I know. It's just…he left us. I can barely even remember him because of that…and we're going to live with him. How do we know he won't leave us again?"

Amelia's fingers entwined with Julieta's as she smiled brightly down at her. "Even if he does, it won't matter because we'll always have each other. No matter what happens, that won't change."