(A/N: ok I know I said every other day but I got just a bit delayed so hear
is the next, and longer chapter.)
To reviewers:
Some fan- Hi and Thank you both for liking the story and for adding for me to your fav list. Wow I can't believe the similarities. I'll look into that book.
Slinkster sunshine- thank you. I know it was short. It is more of a prolog to the actual story.
Noumno Yeshiaru- I have always like it as a name. It is German for Katie so it is a very common name. Just not in the US. And according to Some fan it is the main characters name in a book called Moorchild.
Hex- thank you I plan on it.
Chapter 2
"What is wrong with me?" I knew that I wouldn't get an answer but I asked any way. I held my hand close to my face. I couldn't see any thin on the fingertips. Nothing that would make my hand stick to the bench anyway. Just some dirt. I was looking at that hand when the same feeing came over the other hand. I held the thing right up to my freaky eyes, I noticed my hand was sweating I wiped it off on my jeans so I could get a closer look at what was making my hand stick. It stayed on the fabric.
"What the." I muttered. I yanked my hand free and looked at it. All the sweat was gone and I didn't see any thing else on my fingers. "I wonder." I started to imagine what the feeling felt like and sure enough my left hand started to feel sticky. I looked at my fingers. They started to sweat again, this time I didn't wipe them off. The sweat got thicker and turned white. "Ewwww!" But I still didn't wipe them off. I was completely fascinated by the lotion like goop oozing out of my fingertips. Then I got an idea, I took my right hand, the one that wasn't oozing, and touched my index finger to its opposite. It stuck.
So now I know, at least, what is making my hands stick. But how do I get my fingers apart? I pulled. No use. I waited, and then pulled. No use. I saw the 'lotion' dissolve in to my skin. I pulled. My hand came free with no resistance, as though it had never been held there at all.
I was still staring at my hands when my stomach roared. I snapped back into reality. I was starving. I reached in to my back pocket for my wallet, knowing what would be in it but opening it up anyway. Nothing. "Looks like the money fairy skipped me again." I growled.
There was a vendor near by setting up for the lunch crowd. I could smell the hot dogs and sausages cooking on one of the rolling grills venders always seem to have. My mouth watered. Licking my lips only made my all the more aware of the hideously long fangs.
I made a decision. I needed to eat something. There were four out comes I could for see.
He felt sorry for me and gave me a hot dog. He flat out denies me. He screams and pulls a gun. He calls the cops. I took a deep breath and walked up. Care full to keep my head down till I was almost right up to him. I said in the strongest but most polite voice I could muster, "Sir. Excuse me but I could smell you hot dogs from my beach over there and. well to be quiet honest I haven't had a decent meal for a few days. I know you're not charity but," I raised my head and looked him straight in the eye. "May I have one?" he looked at me for a few seconds and blinked.
"Ma'am.uh ma'am.um are you alright?"
" I think so, other than hungry that is." I smiled in spite of my self I knew right away he had seen my teeth.
He took a step back, he was startled, and then confused, then, worse of all, a look of comprehension came over his face. Great here comes the gun. But what he did next surprised me the most. He shook his head.
"I'm sorry miss, what did you want?" I was utterly shocked I had expected anything but this; it was like he didn't even notice.
"I was um wondering if. well I haven't had a bite in a couple days" He looked at my teeth. " What I mean is I haven't had a meal- no damn that sounds worse doesn't it. Well just, can I have a 'dog? And I swear to god if I get any money I'll pay you back but."
He looked at me with these puzzled eyes. "Is that all you want? A hot dog?" I nodded "Oh god is that all? Help yourself. I mean, what do you want on it?"
"Oh um nothing just plain sir, thank you." It worked?!
"Hey no problem, on the house."
"Really?" I almost didn't believe him. He saw how freaky I was and he didn't care.
"Really, really. On the house or um cart I guess?" he gave a nervous laugh. I laughed a little my self.
"Thank you again."
"Like I said, no problem. I can spare one dog for someone in trouble." He blushed. "I mean, not that you're in trouble. Just a second, I'll pull my foot out of my mouth for you." He laughed again.
I smiled at him. I noticed for the first time he was young, maybe 19 not much older than me.
"Hey miss,"
"Yeah?"
"This might be out of line but are you um. are you a um a well you know."
"A what? Just spit it out." His blush went deeper.
"Well are you a." he dropped his voice to a whisper; "are you a mutant?" the last word was barely audible.
"What? I mean I guess so. I dunno. I'm nothing like what you see on TV though."
"But you are? That's kind of cool!"
"If you say so. Hey thanks for the dog but I got t-"
"My name is Chris." He cut me off.
"Huh?" Smooth. Really. "I mean. Katja." I held out my hand. " It is nice to meet you."
"Yeah you too. I think. You don't like secretly hate me, and are going to kill me with your mind as soon as you turn away are you?" He was smiling but I couldn't tell if he was really concerned. I noticed he hadn't taken my hand so I let it drop.
Normally I would have responded with some thing along the lines of 'damn you're on to me.' Or maybe, ' Well I wasn't going to. But you just wouldn't shut up' or some equally meaning less threat. But I didn't want to scare away the only human in two weeks to look my in the face with out screaming.
"Nah." I said instead " I don't have that kind of power."
"But you've got a power? Right? I mean you're a mutant and mutants have powers." He was really warming up to this subject and to be completely honest I was getting more than a little uncomfortable with it.
"Oh I don't know about that y'know? I might just be some one with the x- gene but no powers. Just the damn eyes and teeth." What? Don't look at me like that! Well I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him about the damn glue!
It occurred to me that a street vender who talked to a freak out of the blue, and gave away what he was suppose to be selling probably wasn't a city native. I used that as a chance to change the subject.
" So where are you from?" I asked with an attempt to sound casual.
" What makes you say I aren't from here?" he shot back.
Damn! I was hoping he would just answer. " Um... you know you just don't act like a city kid." Please don't be offended. Please don't be offended. Please don't be offended.
"No, I guess I don't. Little place called Minden City, Michigan. Ever heard of it?"
"Nope, never."
He laughed. " Not surprised. Not many people have. It is up in the thumb." I stared at him. " Oh.umm." He laughed again this time it was a nervous one. " Well you might be from Michigan if."
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"No, tell me."
" Oh it is just an old Michigan joke you wouldn't get it if you weren't from there."
" Who says I'm not?"
"Well your voice for one."
"Yeah. Your voice. I can't place your accent but I know you're not as upper* (some one who lives in the upper peninsula of Michigan.) and you don't sound like a troll* (some one who lives in the lower peninsula of Michigan, south of the Mackinac *pronounced ma-ka-gnaw* bridge. He he below the bridge get it?) And you sure as hell don't sound like a NYC native."
"What do you mean my accent? I don't have an accent."
"That's it! You don't have an accent knew it was some thing. That's why I couldn't place it."
"You know what? Just tell me the damn joke and I'll consider not hurting you." Oh great Katja. Just great. You've got inch long fangs; he's probably wetting himself in fear right now.
"You wouldn't hurt me."
"Oh yeah?" Damn it Katja you're making it worse.
"Nope you need me."
"For what?" What was he talking about?
"Why I'm hurt. For my hot dog of course." I looked down the hot dog was still in my hand, half eaten. I took another bite and smiled.
" Oh yeah" I laughed, "Now I remember."
I finished the hot dogs in a few more bites. I looked around the park and noticed there were a few more people in it.
" Look here, I'm going to leave now so I don't scare away any potential costumers. I'm going over there; I'm going to pick up my book. If any body comes over to that bench or I hear you tell anyone about me, your ass is mine got me?"
"Yeah, yeah I gotcha." He stopped. " you show some one where you're from by pointing to a spot on your hand."
"What?" What the hell was he talking about?
"That's the end of the joke. You might be from Michigan if you show some one where you're from by pointing-"
"To a spot on your hand." I finished.
"Wh-ho-how'd you know that?"
"Told you I'd get it."
"But-but you."
"Just shut up ya fudge sucker (people from the Lower Peninsula tend to buy a lot of the world renown upper peninsular fudge on visits. So this means some one from the lower peninsular, though it is not as common as troll). I told you I'd get it." I said allowing a snatch of northern accent in for effect.
"You're a upper" he stared at me slack jawed.
"Shh, I'll tell you when I get back"
"You better."
"Would I lie?"
"Well you let me make a fool of my self explaining everything."
"But you seemed so intent." I said matching his southern Michigan accent perfectly.
"What?!"
"Shh like I said when I get back." I turned and walked away.
Back at my bench I picked up my book again.
A/N: sorry bout the irregular up dates I truly did have every intention of up dating every other day but it looks like I have to go for every three day. **grumbles** stupid school. By the way where did all my reviewers go? I miss you.
To reviewers:
Some fan- Hi and Thank you both for liking the story and for adding for me to your fav list. Wow I can't believe the similarities. I'll look into that book.
Slinkster sunshine- thank you. I know it was short. It is more of a prolog to the actual story.
Noumno Yeshiaru- I have always like it as a name. It is German for Katie so it is a very common name. Just not in the US. And according to Some fan it is the main characters name in a book called Moorchild.
Hex- thank you I plan on it.
Chapter 2
"What is wrong with me?" I knew that I wouldn't get an answer but I asked any way. I held my hand close to my face. I couldn't see any thin on the fingertips. Nothing that would make my hand stick to the bench anyway. Just some dirt. I was looking at that hand when the same feeing came over the other hand. I held the thing right up to my freaky eyes, I noticed my hand was sweating I wiped it off on my jeans so I could get a closer look at what was making my hand stick. It stayed on the fabric.
"What the." I muttered. I yanked my hand free and looked at it. All the sweat was gone and I didn't see any thing else on my fingers. "I wonder." I started to imagine what the feeling felt like and sure enough my left hand started to feel sticky. I looked at my fingers. They started to sweat again, this time I didn't wipe them off. The sweat got thicker and turned white. "Ewwww!" But I still didn't wipe them off. I was completely fascinated by the lotion like goop oozing out of my fingertips. Then I got an idea, I took my right hand, the one that wasn't oozing, and touched my index finger to its opposite. It stuck.
So now I know, at least, what is making my hands stick. But how do I get my fingers apart? I pulled. No use. I waited, and then pulled. No use. I saw the 'lotion' dissolve in to my skin. I pulled. My hand came free with no resistance, as though it had never been held there at all.
I was still staring at my hands when my stomach roared. I snapped back into reality. I was starving. I reached in to my back pocket for my wallet, knowing what would be in it but opening it up anyway. Nothing. "Looks like the money fairy skipped me again." I growled.
There was a vendor near by setting up for the lunch crowd. I could smell the hot dogs and sausages cooking on one of the rolling grills venders always seem to have. My mouth watered. Licking my lips only made my all the more aware of the hideously long fangs.
I made a decision. I needed to eat something. There were four out comes I could for see.
He felt sorry for me and gave me a hot dog. He flat out denies me. He screams and pulls a gun. He calls the cops. I took a deep breath and walked up. Care full to keep my head down till I was almost right up to him. I said in the strongest but most polite voice I could muster, "Sir. Excuse me but I could smell you hot dogs from my beach over there and. well to be quiet honest I haven't had a decent meal for a few days. I know you're not charity but," I raised my head and looked him straight in the eye. "May I have one?" he looked at me for a few seconds and blinked.
"Ma'am.uh ma'am.um are you alright?"
" I think so, other than hungry that is." I smiled in spite of my self I knew right away he had seen my teeth.
He took a step back, he was startled, and then confused, then, worse of all, a look of comprehension came over his face. Great here comes the gun. But what he did next surprised me the most. He shook his head.
"I'm sorry miss, what did you want?" I was utterly shocked I had expected anything but this; it was like he didn't even notice.
"I was um wondering if. well I haven't had a bite in a couple days" He looked at my teeth. " What I mean is I haven't had a meal- no damn that sounds worse doesn't it. Well just, can I have a 'dog? And I swear to god if I get any money I'll pay you back but."
He looked at me with these puzzled eyes. "Is that all you want? A hot dog?" I nodded "Oh god is that all? Help yourself. I mean, what do you want on it?"
"Oh um nothing just plain sir, thank you." It worked?!
"Hey no problem, on the house."
"Really?" I almost didn't believe him. He saw how freaky I was and he didn't care.
"Really, really. On the house or um cart I guess?" he gave a nervous laugh. I laughed a little my self.
"Thank you again."
"Like I said, no problem. I can spare one dog for someone in trouble." He blushed. "I mean, not that you're in trouble. Just a second, I'll pull my foot out of my mouth for you." He laughed again.
I smiled at him. I noticed for the first time he was young, maybe 19 not much older than me.
"Hey miss,"
"Yeah?"
"This might be out of line but are you um. are you a um a well you know."
"A what? Just spit it out." His blush went deeper.
"Well are you a." he dropped his voice to a whisper; "are you a mutant?" the last word was barely audible.
"What? I mean I guess so. I dunno. I'm nothing like what you see on TV though."
"But you are? That's kind of cool!"
"If you say so. Hey thanks for the dog but I got t-"
"My name is Chris." He cut me off.
"Huh?" Smooth. Really. "I mean. Katja." I held out my hand. " It is nice to meet you."
"Yeah you too. I think. You don't like secretly hate me, and are going to kill me with your mind as soon as you turn away are you?" He was smiling but I couldn't tell if he was really concerned. I noticed he hadn't taken my hand so I let it drop.
Normally I would have responded with some thing along the lines of 'damn you're on to me.' Or maybe, ' Well I wasn't going to. But you just wouldn't shut up' or some equally meaning less threat. But I didn't want to scare away the only human in two weeks to look my in the face with out screaming.
"Nah." I said instead " I don't have that kind of power."
"But you've got a power? Right? I mean you're a mutant and mutants have powers." He was really warming up to this subject and to be completely honest I was getting more than a little uncomfortable with it.
"Oh I don't know about that y'know? I might just be some one with the x- gene but no powers. Just the damn eyes and teeth." What? Don't look at me like that! Well I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him about the damn glue!
It occurred to me that a street vender who talked to a freak out of the blue, and gave away what he was suppose to be selling probably wasn't a city native. I used that as a chance to change the subject.
" So where are you from?" I asked with an attempt to sound casual.
" What makes you say I aren't from here?" he shot back.
Damn! I was hoping he would just answer. " Um... you know you just don't act like a city kid." Please don't be offended. Please don't be offended. Please don't be offended.
"No, I guess I don't. Little place called Minden City, Michigan. Ever heard of it?"
"Nope, never."
He laughed. " Not surprised. Not many people have. It is up in the thumb." I stared at him. " Oh.umm." He laughed again this time it was a nervous one. " Well you might be from Michigan if."
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"No, tell me."
" Oh it is just an old Michigan joke you wouldn't get it if you weren't from there."
" Who says I'm not?"
"Well your voice for one."
"Yeah. Your voice. I can't place your accent but I know you're not as upper* (some one who lives in the upper peninsula of Michigan.) and you don't sound like a troll* (some one who lives in the lower peninsula of Michigan, south of the Mackinac *pronounced ma-ka-gnaw* bridge. He he below the bridge get it?) And you sure as hell don't sound like a NYC native."
"What do you mean my accent? I don't have an accent."
"That's it! You don't have an accent knew it was some thing. That's why I couldn't place it."
"You know what? Just tell me the damn joke and I'll consider not hurting you." Oh great Katja. Just great. You've got inch long fangs; he's probably wetting himself in fear right now.
"You wouldn't hurt me."
"Oh yeah?" Damn it Katja you're making it worse.
"Nope you need me."
"For what?" What was he talking about?
"Why I'm hurt. For my hot dog of course." I looked down the hot dog was still in my hand, half eaten. I took another bite and smiled.
" Oh yeah" I laughed, "Now I remember."
I finished the hot dogs in a few more bites. I looked around the park and noticed there were a few more people in it.
" Look here, I'm going to leave now so I don't scare away any potential costumers. I'm going over there; I'm going to pick up my book. If any body comes over to that bench or I hear you tell anyone about me, your ass is mine got me?"
"Yeah, yeah I gotcha." He stopped. " you show some one where you're from by pointing to a spot on your hand."
"What?" What the hell was he talking about?
"That's the end of the joke. You might be from Michigan if you show some one where you're from by pointing-"
"To a spot on your hand." I finished.
"Wh-ho-how'd you know that?"
"Told you I'd get it."
"But-but you."
"Just shut up ya fudge sucker (people from the Lower Peninsula tend to buy a lot of the world renown upper peninsular fudge on visits. So this means some one from the lower peninsular, though it is not as common as troll). I told you I'd get it." I said allowing a snatch of northern accent in for effect.
"You're a upper" he stared at me slack jawed.
"Shh, I'll tell you when I get back"
"You better."
"Would I lie?"
"Well you let me make a fool of my self explaining everything."
"But you seemed so intent." I said matching his southern Michigan accent perfectly.
"What?!"
"Shh like I said when I get back." I turned and walked away.
Back at my bench I picked up my book again.
A/N: sorry bout the irregular up dates I truly did have every intention of up dating every other day but it looks like I have to go for every three day. **grumbles** stupid school. By the way where did all my reviewers go? I miss you.