It's funny. How, in just thirty-six hours, your whole life can change. Your world can be turned upside-down, inside-out and transform into something you won't recognise a day and a half ago.
They're gaining, Chris! Robbie is screaming in my head. Fear and anger fills both our thoughts.
I can see what Robbie is planning. Slowly, she lifts her right hand up and points it behind her, but before she can do anything, I scream back No! Glaring at me, she puts her hand back by her hand and scowls, running faster.
There is nothing we can do but run faster.
Thirty-Six Hours Earlier
Two identical albinos clutch to their Tupperware containers as they hurry to the back of the dinner hall. They quickly pass a table of Sporties, their school's English version of Jocks, who stare and laugh as they pass.
Chris continues to walk to a table at the back of the hall with three other 'rejects'; Robbie, after having given the Sporties the finger, is blocked by a boy, almost a foot taller than her and smiling ridiculously. "Excuse me!" She barks.
"I think you mean: Could I please have your number?" He gives another devilish smile, but Robbie looks completely unimpressed.
After a sigh and a shake of the head, she looks back at him with a look of distain. "Look, -"
"Josh."
"Josh. I don't know if you've realised this. But I am not the sort to fall for lines. I'm more the sort to avoid men like you. Mostly because men like you made me feel like a freak my entire life! Now, do yourself a favour and let me get passed!" Robbie hadn't realised, but the hall had fallen silent at some point in her rant. The Sporties start to laugh, a laugh that fills the hall as Robbie tries to push pass.
Josh grabs her shoulder, causing her to turn slightly. She merely scowls, before rushing over to her sister and friends.
"
We've finally reached where we had hoped to reach: the fields. Hopefully we can get lost in the darkness. The crowd following us has slowed, but hasn't stopped. As consistent as we are, and we have very high stamina. Personally, I think they've rotated a little.
Those trees. Chris orders us under cover.
After we are sure the mob hasn't seen where we are, Chris withdraws her phone and dials, putting it to her ear hurriedly. "What are you doing?"
"Calling for help." She puts blandly, taking the phone from her ear, pressing the one button and returning it to her ear.
I scoff and shake my head. "The police are hardly going to help us when you explain why we are being chased!" I hissed, trying not to make too much noise, but still showing my annoyance.
"Not from the police!" She takes it from her ear again and dials a code of numbers."
"Not the Xavier Mutant Hotline!" I cry. "You have got to be kidding me! Are you going to tell them what we did, huh?!"
"They care for mutants, no matter what. Half the team are 'murderers', remember?"
"Oh, right. So you want to spend time with them?!"
Chris just shakes her head, interrupted by someone picking up the phone on the other end.
Thirty Hours Earlier
"Hurry up Chris, the school's creepy after hours."
She rolls her eyes and frowns. "My homework is around here somewhere, now shut up and-"
"Hey, look, it's the freaks!" His voice picks up at the end of freaks, making the twins jump and spin. Behind them, Jeremy, the captain of the football team along with eight other members of the team.
SHIT!
"RUN!"
And now we run again. I'm clutching tightly to my phone, praying against hope we can make it just 30 minutes. We need to get to the cornfield. It's bigger.
Sure thing sis.
We dash across the road and through to the cornfields, which are full in the late summer.
We run straight up a cut out path, than Robbie leads us through the corn. "Wait!"
I take off my shoes and socks, Robbie stares confused. "What're you doing?"
Hiding our path. And as we run, the plants we have destroyed in our rampage grow again at the touch of my feet.
Twenty-Four Hours Earlier
Chris and Robbie fall into a deep purple room. Robbie grabs a hysterical Chris, careful to hold her sleeves, not her arms. Stop it. Stop crying, it's not your fault! They started it. They are ok.
"It's our fault. It's all our fault. They could have died-"
But they didn't. Because of you and me.
Twelve Hours earlier
Chris is murmuring a number off of a computer screen, over and over again. Robbie burst into the white, but busy, room "What on earth is that number?"
"Xavier Mutant Hotline. They… help people like us."
You have got to be kidding me!
What else can we do?
The sound of news grows louder in the background, followed by a gasp and then "Girls? Turn on the telly. Something awful has happened."
The twins stare at each other, then run into Robbie's purple, clean bedroom and turn on the TV. "- secondary school has been the location of a large explosion. Police are saying that it could have been caused by a bomb."
Panicked, Robbie changed the channel. "- Nine members of the school's winning football team were found unconscious in the centre, amazingly none were seriously harmed"
SHIT!
"
Two Hours Earlier
"We have to go back." Chris was playing with her long white hair. "Mum'll be worried by now."
"We can't. Not yet. What are we going-"
In the distance a man shouts "MUTANT FREAKS!" The girls turn to see a crowd of people, most they recognise from Parent evenings.
The Fields!
Chris and I ran straight into the fence. "We can't go any further."
"Why not?" I'm trying not to show my panic, but I know she can feel it.
"The X-Men!" But her voice was drowned out by the sound of a jet. The wind whipped the corn around us, and the mob gasped as the infamous X-Jet landed in the middle of the field and the stairs I had seen so many times on the TV descend and 'Storm', 'Cyclops' and Jean Grey walk down them.
Chris and I don't even need to think about it, we just run towards them and up the stairs. A quick look at the crowd tells the X-Men who it is they need to save, and before they even walk up the stairs the jet has taken off.
Jean Grey walks over calmly and asks us if we are 'okay'. Chris takes this as her cue to fall into my arms and burst into tears.