I don't own X-men or the character Draco. X-men belongs to someone rich and Draco is one of my friends. Everything else is mine.
The Four Elements
By: Bladefire
"You freak!"
A beer can sailed through the air but fell several meters short of it's target. It's target being a purple haired teenager.
"You filthy mutant!" A thrown flowerpot followed a woman's voice. But it fell short of the girl. It was too dark to aim for a girl in a black cloak. The girl stumbled away from the farmhouse.
"I don't want to see you around here, Amanda. Is that understood? I don't have a daughter anymore. Now get off my property." Her father's slurred speech was punctuated with a gunshot. The girl ran using the moonless night to evade her father's gunshots rather than her powers. She ran down the empty gravel road until she couldn't see the lights of the farmhouse. She ran until she had to stop for a breath. Amanda wrapped her black cloak around herself tightly to ward off the cold air. Her hood was pulled up to conceal her yellow cats' eyes and purple hair. I should have known they'd find out. Maybe I should be glad they didn't find out about the rest of it, she thought. She turned around and glared back down the gravel road. Flipping out because they had seen my eyes, tail and claws is much better than them killing me because I can become a cat. I'm so glad they didn't see that part. Amanda turned back around and started for the main road. I can't go back, the only way to go is forward. With a heavy sigh for a past she was determined to forget she started for the future.
A year later
Amanda trudged down the snow-covered road. She huddled into her well-worn cloak. Her head was bent against the wind. She had spent last winter as someone's pet, but this winter the last town she had walked into had been very hostile. They'd done everything short of physically running her out of town. Amanda stumbled over something hidden in the snow. She leaned down and brushed the snow away. What ever she had stumbled into had been too soft for a rock. Her gloved hands touched something soft. She brushed the last of the snow away, revealing a shivering raven.
"Awe, you poor thing." Amanda gently picked up the exhausted bird and started looking for a place to stay. She held the bird close to her body trying to warm it up. She continued to walk against the storm. Amanda wasn't sure how long she walked with the bird in her arms but she was grateful when she saw a cave off to the side of the road.
Using abilities she had gained in the past year, Amanda made sure there wasn't anything hibernating in the cave. She had developed a startling array of gifts. There was her cat like looks, and her shape shifting ability to begin with. Then there was the telekinesis and telepathy with animal and human. She was learning to block out both abilities. She didn't want to hear everyone's thoughts.
After determining that the cave was safe, Amanda trudged across the snow-covered road and through the deep snow bank until she reached the safety of the cave. As soon as she was out of the wind she was able to relax. She shook the snow off and moved as far into the cave as she could. She pulled off her thick well-worn cloak and wrapped up the bird before settling him on the ground. She dropped her pack on to the ground and sorted threw it. She found her lighter and t hen dragged some of the dry branches that littered the cave floor together and started a fire. Amanda sat huddled close to the fire, sunglasses and gloves still on. Her black jeans started to steam as the fire dried them. The barren cave grew warmer and still the bird didn't stir.
"Came on you crazy bird. Wake up!" She pleaded, "What were you thinking flying around in a storm?"
The bird twitched at the sound of her voice. So she kept talking.
"Come on Raven. Wake up. Don't make me use my telepathy. I can't stand using it. All those voices hurt." Amanda paused to poke the fire before continuing, "My name is Amanda. Your lucky I found you. Please get better. I don't want you to die." Amanda moved closer to the black bird. It was moving restlessly now. Its body seemed to be growing. The bird grew paler and then grew longer until a man lay on the ground wrapped in her cloak.
"Oh my!" Amanda stared at the man. He was like nothing she had seen before. Instead of arms the man had two great golden wings. His long golden hair had feathers randomly braided into it. His golden eyes rolled around wildly and he started to thrash around.
"Hey! Calm down. You're going to hurt yourself." Amanda tried to hold the man but she didn't want to hurt his wings. Somehow her sunglasses were knocked off her face revealing yellow catlike eyes. The young man froze. Amanda released her hold on the man.
"That's better. Don't thrash around. You'll really hurt yourself. What's your name?" Amanda moved away from the man and closer to the fire.
"My name is Brandon but most people call me Whitewing."
"All right Whitewing. My name's Amanda."
The man smiled weakly, "I know. I heard you talking. Did you know that you're a telepath?"
"Don't remind me." She scratched the back of a gloved hand absently.
"It's warm enough in here to take the gloves off." Whitewing wrapped the cloak around himself as he wriggled closer to the fire.
"I'm fine with them on." Amana hid her hands under her knees.
"Sorry, but anything you have won't surprise me." Whitewing poked the tip of a wing out from under the cloak, "Remember the wings?"
Amanda hesitated for a moment. Then reluctantly she pulled off the black gloves revealing slim pale hands, with fingers that tapered off into sharp claws. From around her waist her long fuzzy purple tail unwound. She draped it around she legs, keeping it out off the dirt.
"Hmmm, A regular cat lady." Whitewing grinned.
Amanda rolled her eyes, "You have no idea. This part of the mutant thing I don't mind but the rest... I don't know."
She started moodily into the fire. They were both silent for a while and then Whitewing looked around.
"Did you happen to see a small bag when you found me?"
Amanda looked up, "No."
"Oh." Whitewing looked rather disappointed.
"Why? Was it important?"
"No. Just some stuff." Whitewing settled down on his side, back to the fire, "The snow has stopped. We can rest and continue on later." he suggested with a yawn.
"We?" Amanda looked at Whitewing's back, "What do you mean we?"
"Well. It'll be safer if we travel together. We're two freaks. We can't afford to let people see us."
"I know. People don't like me when they don't even know about me." Amanda prodded the fire with a long stick. Neither said anything. Amanda listened as Whitewing's breathing evened out, signalling that he was asleep. She glanced at the winged man and then at the cave mouth. The snow has stopped, Amanda thought, that bag sounded important. It was my fault. I didn't look. Amanda stood and moved to the cave entrance. She willed herself into her cat form. She stepped lightly onto the snow. She pushed her small black body through the snow. She ran back to where she had first found the bird and started to look around. Her thick fur kept her warm but not for long. Eventually the cold started getting to her. She was about to turn her back when her paw landed on something soft under snow. Reluctantly she used her telekinesis to raise a small bag. Then as the snow started falling Amanda began to leap threw the snow the bag following being.
When Amanda reached the cave she was shaking from the cold. The bag fell to the ground and Amanda followed.
"My bag wasn't that important." came Whitewing's soft voice.
Yeah, right. She thought, as soft-feathered wings lifted her up.
"No, I mean it. It's not worth risking your life over."
Amanda yowled; she had not said that aloud.
"Oops, Cat's body & cat's don't talk right." Whitewing sat down by the fire with cloak still wrapped around him and with Amanda's feline body buried in the warmth of his wings.
"Did I forget to mention I am a telepath?" Whitewing asked. Amanda looked up with an annoyed expression on her face. Her whiskers twitched.
/You did./ Amanda replied reluctantly using her own gift.
"How many more gifts do you have locked away, hmmm? Beside the telekinesis, shape shifting and the looks.
/Just telepathy with animals and with humans./ Amanda admitted. She leapt out of Whitewing's wings and landed near the fire. She concentrated on her proper form.
"Can I have my cloak back now? You're warm enough."
Whitewing grinned, "But I'm in jeans and a tank top. I'll freeze."
"Then get a blanket out of my pack. I want my cloak."
"Yes, sir." he handed her the cloak and then rummaged through her backpack until her found the blanket.
"So what are you doing all the way out here?" Whitewing asked casually.
"I could ask you the something." Amanda replied.
"Ah, but I want to know more about you."
"I don't want to talk about me so just drop it."
There was silence for a moment but then Whitewing started talking again.
"So how old are you?"
Amanda glared at the young man beside her, "Can't you be quiet for just a little while?"
"Nope. I'm curious about you. Where are you from?"
Amanda refused to answer. She just strengthened her mental barriers and decided to wait out Whitewing's questions.
"...I've been all over the place. My parents were always on the move. Being mutants didn't help. We had to move before anyone found out. They were killed in a car accident several years ago and I've been on my own ever since." Whitewing stopped talking for the first time in several hours.
"I'm sorry." Amanda said in the silence, "About your parents."
"It's alright. What about you?"
Amanda rolled her eyes, "You don't give up do you?"
Whitewing shook his head cheerfully.
"Fine. I'm 18, a year younger than you, my parents threw me out. I'm from up north. I've spent the last year traveling around northern BC because I have nothing better to do. There, is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Not really. I had hoped for a more cheerful tale but there isn't much that either of us can do about that." Whitewing stretched out then curled up more comfortably against the cave wall, the wool blanket wrapped closely around him.
"Why haven't you ever gone south?"
"I don't know. Never thought about it." Amanda replied, "Why?"
"Well, I was thinking about heading south where it's warmer. Do you want to come?"
"I guess so. But only if you'll let me go to sleep now." Amanda complained.
"I guess that would be alright." Whitewing replied grinning from ear to ear.
Amanda just rolled over onto her side. She wanted nothing more to do with the birdman for the rest of the night.
Much to Whitewing's joy they did go south. Whitewing had become an eagle and with Amanda in her bag as a cat, lightening the load with her powers, they flew south. They spent the days at a town where Amanda would scrounge for food as a cat. Bringing back what she could for Whitewing and the nights were spent traveling south. One day a week or two since they had met they stopped at a gas station in a small town. It was no more than a truck stop.
/Do we have to stop here?/ Whitewing asked.
/Yes, I want to use a proper bathroom and wash up. It's a girl thing./ Amanda replied as she stepped out of the bushes and headed for the bathroom. She really wanted to wash her hair and face. Weeks spent traveling without proper hot water was disgusting.
/You've washed at every river and stream we stopped at. How much cleaner can you get?/ Whitewing asked from his perch in the trees.
/It's called hot water and soap!/ Amanda walked around to the back of the gas station where the bathrooms were kept. She rounded the corner and froze. Okay. This is something I didn't need to run into, Amanda thought as she stared at the people gathered in a circle around two teenagers. She moved back into the shadows not wanting to draw attention to herself. She watched the group carefully, looking for a chance to move away.
"...come on. You're mutants, just like us. The brotherhood is the safest place for us. Humanities days are numbered. We're going to rule the world." One black clad figure proclaimed importantly.
"I don't think so. You're nuts if you think mutants will rule the world. I don't want any part of your insanity. Draco and I just want to be left alone." The blue haired teen said softly.
"Can't do that." Said another of the black clad men, "The boss wants telepaths and your them."
"I don't know what you're talking about." snapped a fiery redhead. She wore loose baggy clothes and silver goggles sat on her head.
"My power is fire. Want to see?" without waiting for an answer the girl threw a fireball at the nearest person. But the fire was extinguished midair.
"We don't care. The boss wants you." some guy with more arms than an octopus moved forward.
"Hey, back off. Don't make me fry you." The girl warned.
"No worries of that happening. Your flames can be stopped before they do us harm." said the many armed one.
"Then let's try Ice." the blue haired teen held out his hand. A white frost left his hand and ice formed up on the ground, encasing the men's feet in ice.
"Hey!" yelled one of the groupies. The two teens ignored them as they to edge away from the men.
"Stretch! Get them!" Yelled the octopus look alike.
A tall slim man nodded and literally stretched over to the two teens and wrapped his arms around them several times.
The leader started issuing orders to get rid of the ice. But a hawk's battle cry interrupted him.
Amanda groaned, she had hoped to stay out of it. She pulled off her gloves just as Whitewing attacked Stretch. Amanda threw herself into the battle. Someone had managed to thaw the ice and so she had to deal with a hairy guy with to many muscles and another guy who's voice was being used as a weapon before she could make it to Stretch. Whitewing had disappeared and Amanda was thankful. She didn't want him to get hurt. She sunk her claws into Stretch who shrieked, letting go of the other two teens.
"Ken! A little cover please?" the girl asked.
Ken the blued haired boy nodded. A thick fog covered everything.
"Come on panther lady person. Let's get going." The girl grabbed Amanda by the arm and pulled her away leaving the men to fumble around in the fog by themselves.
When Amanda was finally able to break free of the others girl's grasp they were far enough away to avoid anyone following them.
"Hey, thanks for the help back there. I wasn't sure how we were going to get out of there. My name's Laura but everyone calls me Draco it means Dragon and this is my friend Ken or Illusion. He's a little on the quiet side. So what's your name, Catseye? And I could have sworn I saw a hawk."
"You did." Came Whitewing's voice before Amanda could answer. He jumped down from a branch using his wings to slow his decent. He dropped two packs oh the ground.
"My names Brandon but you can call me Whitewing. And this is Amanda but Catseye is a good name for her."
"I don't think so." Amanda growled.
"Don't mind her. She's always a little grumpy." Whitewing said with a grin.
Draco giggled, "Kind of like Illusion here. He's a quiet person."
"Must you keep calling me that?" Ken asked, "My name is Ken."
"That's nice." Draco patted Ken on the shoulder.
"So, where are you to heading?" Whitewing asked.
"I don't know. We haven't really decided. We thought we'd just wander around, maybe make our way to some major sights like Hollywood, the Big Apple, Disneyland, you know stuff like that." Draco shrugged, "It's not much of a plan but your welcome to join us."
"I have a funny feeling we should. Those guys were after you because they thought you were telepaths."
"We are telepaths." Ken explained, "Draco has the flame thing, telepathy and she can heal others. I freeze things, cast illusions like the fog and I'm a telepath."
"Oh, Do you know why they were after you?" Whitewing quickly told them about his and Amanda's powers, "...and I can astral project, well that's what the technical term is. It the thing you saw earlier."
"Cool." Draco grinned.
Ken rolled his eyes, "Grow up Draco." He turned to Amanda, "We don't know why they came after us or how they knew we had powers. We stopped to use the bathroom and they jumped us."
"So Catseye, are we traveling together?" Draco asked.
"Are you going to keep calling me that?"
"Yeah, it's cool."
"Than no."
"Oh, come on Amanda. It'll be fun." Whitewing pleaded looking at her with his great golden eyes.
Amanda scowled, "Oh alright. But if I end up choking her it'll be all your fault."
Whitewing put a wing around Amanda's shoulder. "I'll keep you from choking her." He promised, "Though you might end up using me as a scratching post."
Amanda smiled faintly, "I wouldn't hurt you. I would have to walk if I did."
Whitewing rolled his eyes, "Thanks, I feel so appreciated."
"You're welcome." Amanda picked up her pack along with Whitewing's, "We have a few hours of daylight left. Let's get as far from here as possible. Whitewing, will you keep a look out for us?"
"Sure thing." Whitewing launched himself into the air and turned himself into a hawk.
"Yay!!!" Draco cheered, "We're going to have so much fun."
The three started walking with Whitewing sailing through the air above them.
TBC...
I don't know about this. I started it and now I'm wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Oh well. Draco threatened me (again) to write it because she's in it. Now she won't leave me alone so you can expect regular updates if you actually liked it. R&R please, I'd like to know if it's any good.
The Four Elements
By: Bladefire
"You freak!"
A beer can sailed through the air but fell several meters short of it's target. It's target being a purple haired teenager.
"You filthy mutant!" A thrown flowerpot followed a woman's voice. But it fell short of the girl. It was too dark to aim for a girl in a black cloak. The girl stumbled away from the farmhouse.
"I don't want to see you around here, Amanda. Is that understood? I don't have a daughter anymore. Now get off my property." Her father's slurred speech was punctuated with a gunshot. The girl ran using the moonless night to evade her father's gunshots rather than her powers. She ran down the empty gravel road until she couldn't see the lights of the farmhouse. She ran until she had to stop for a breath. Amanda wrapped her black cloak around herself tightly to ward off the cold air. Her hood was pulled up to conceal her yellow cats' eyes and purple hair. I should have known they'd find out. Maybe I should be glad they didn't find out about the rest of it, she thought. She turned around and glared back down the gravel road. Flipping out because they had seen my eyes, tail and claws is much better than them killing me because I can become a cat. I'm so glad they didn't see that part. Amanda turned back around and started for the main road. I can't go back, the only way to go is forward. With a heavy sigh for a past she was determined to forget she started for the future.
A year later
Amanda trudged down the snow-covered road. She huddled into her well-worn cloak. Her head was bent against the wind. She had spent last winter as someone's pet, but this winter the last town she had walked into had been very hostile. They'd done everything short of physically running her out of town. Amanda stumbled over something hidden in the snow. She leaned down and brushed the snow away. What ever she had stumbled into had been too soft for a rock. Her gloved hands touched something soft. She brushed the last of the snow away, revealing a shivering raven.
"Awe, you poor thing." Amanda gently picked up the exhausted bird and started looking for a place to stay. She held the bird close to her body trying to warm it up. She continued to walk against the storm. Amanda wasn't sure how long she walked with the bird in her arms but she was grateful when she saw a cave off to the side of the road.
Using abilities she had gained in the past year, Amanda made sure there wasn't anything hibernating in the cave. She had developed a startling array of gifts. There was her cat like looks, and her shape shifting ability to begin with. Then there was the telekinesis and telepathy with animal and human. She was learning to block out both abilities. She didn't want to hear everyone's thoughts.
After determining that the cave was safe, Amanda trudged across the snow-covered road and through the deep snow bank until she reached the safety of the cave. As soon as she was out of the wind she was able to relax. She shook the snow off and moved as far into the cave as she could. She pulled off her thick well-worn cloak and wrapped up the bird before settling him on the ground. She dropped her pack on to the ground and sorted threw it. She found her lighter and t hen dragged some of the dry branches that littered the cave floor together and started a fire. Amanda sat huddled close to the fire, sunglasses and gloves still on. Her black jeans started to steam as the fire dried them. The barren cave grew warmer and still the bird didn't stir.
"Came on you crazy bird. Wake up!" She pleaded, "What were you thinking flying around in a storm?"
The bird twitched at the sound of her voice. So she kept talking.
"Come on Raven. Wake up. Don't make me use my telepathy. I can't stand using it. All those voices hurt." Amanda paused to poke the fire before continuing, "My name is Amanda. Your lucky I found you. Please get better. I don't want you to die." Amanda moved closer to the black bird. It was moving restlessly now. Its body seemed to be growing. The bird grew paler and then grew longer until a man lay on the ground wrapped in her cloak.
"Oh my!" Amanda stared at the man. He was like nothing she had seen before. Instead of arms the man had two great golden wings. His long golden hair had feathers randomly braided into it. His golden eyes rolled around wildly and he started to thrash around.
"Hey! Calm down. You're going to hurt yourself." Amanda tried to hold the man but she didn't want to hurt his wings. Somehow her sunglasses were knocked off her face revealing yellow catlike eyes. The young man froze. Amanda released her hold on the man.
"That's better. Don't thrash around. You'll really hurt yourself. What's your name?" Amanda moved away from the man and closer to the fire.
"My name is Brandon but most people call me Whitewing."
"All right Whitewing. My name's Amanda."
The man smiled weakly, "I know. I heard you talking. Did you know that you're a telepath?"
"Don't remind me." She scratched the back of a gloved hand absently.
"It's warm enough in here to take the gloves off." Whitewing wrapped the cloak around himself as he wriggled closer to the fire.
"I'm fine with them on." Amana hid her hands under her knees.
"Sorry, but anything you have won't surprise me." Whitewing poked the tip of a wing out from under the cloak, "Remember the wings?"
Amanda hesitated for a moment. Then reluctantly she pulled off the black gloves revealing slim pale hands, with fingers that tapered off into sharp claws. From around her waist her long fuzzy purple tail unwound. She draped it around she legs, keeping it out off the dirt.
"Hmmm, A regular cat lady." Whitewing grinned.
Amanda rolled her eyes, "You have no idea. This part of the mutant thing I don't mind but the rest... I don't know."
She started moodily into the fire. They were both silent for a while and then Whitewing looked around.
"Did you happen to see a small bag when you found me?"
Amanda looked up, "No."
"Oh." Whitewing looked rather disappointed.
"Why? Was it important?"
"No. Just some stuff." Whitewing settled down on his side, back to the fire, "The snow has stopped. We can rest and continue on later." he suggested with a yawn.
"We?" Amanda looked at Whitewing's back, "What do you mean we?"
"Well. It'll be safer if we travel together. We're two freaks. We can't afford to let people see us."
"I know. People don't like me when they don't even know about me." Amanda prodded the fire with a long stick. Neither said anything. Amanda listened as Whitewing's breathing evened out, signalling that he was asleep. She glanced at the winged man and then at the cave mouth. The snow has stopped, Amanda thought, that bag sounded important. It was my fault. I didn't look. Amanda stood and moved to the cave entrance. She willed herself into her cat form. She stepped lightly onto the snow. She pushed her small black body through the snow. She ran back to where she had first found the bird and started to look around. Her thick fur kept her warm but not for long. Eventually the cold started getting to her. She was about to turn her back when her paw landed on something soft under snow. Reluctantly she used her telekinesis to raise a small bag. Then as the snow started falling Amanda began to leap threw the snow the bag following being.
When Amanda reached the cave she was shaking from the cold. The bag fell to the ground and Amanda followed.
"My bag wasn't that important." came Whitewing's soft voice.
Yeah, right. She thought, as soft-feathered wings lifted her up.
"No, I mean it. It's not worth risking your life over."
Amanda yowled; she had not said that aloud.
"Oops, Cat's body & cat's don't talk right." Whitewing sat down by the fire with cloak still wrapped around him and with Amanda's feline body buried in the warmth of his wings.
"Did I forget to mention I am a telepath?" Whitewing asked. Amanda looked up with an annoyed expression on her face. Her whiskers twitched.
/You did./ Amanda replied reluctantly using her own gift.
"How many more gifts do you have locked away, hmmm? Beside the telekinesis, shape shifting and the looks.
/Just telepathy with animals and with humans./ Amanda admitted. She leapt out of Whitewing's wings and landed near the fire. She concentrated on her proper form.
"Can I have my cloak back now? You're warm enough."
Whitewing grinned, "But I'm in jeans and a tank top. I'll freeze."
"Then get a blanket out of my pack. I want my cloak."
"Yes, sir." he handed her the cloak and then rummaged through her backpack until her found the blanket.
"So what are you doing all the way out here?" Whitewing asked casually.
"I could ask you the something." Amanda replied.
"Ah, but I want to know more about you."
"I don't want to talk about me so just drop it."
There was silence for a moment but then Whitewing started talking again.
"So how old are you?"
Amanda glared at the young man beside her, "Can't you be quiet for just a little while?"
"Nope. I'm curious about you. Where are you from?"
Amanda refused to answer. She just strengthened her mental barriers and decided to wait out Whitewing's questions.
"...I've been all over the place. My parents were always on the move. Being mutants didn't help. We had to move before anyone found out. They were killed in a car accident several years ago and I've been on my own ever since." Whitewing stopped talking for the first time in several hours.
"I'm sorry." Amanda said in the silence, "About your parents."
"It's alright. What about you?"
Amanda rolled her eyes, "You don't give up do you?"
Whitewing shook his head cheerfully.
"Fine. I'm 18, a year younger than you, my parents threw me out. I'm from up north. I've spent the last year traveling around northern BC because I have nothing better to do. There, is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Not really. I had hoped for a more cheerful tale but there isn't much that either of us can do about that." Whitewing stretched out then curled up more comfortably against the cave wall, the wool blanket wrapped closely around him.
"Why haven't you ever gone south?"
"I don't know. Never thought about it." Amanda replied, "Why?"
"Well, I was thinking about heading south where it's warmer. Do you want to come?"
"I guess so. But only if you'll let me go to sleep now." Amanda complained.
"I guess that would be alright." Whitewing replied grinning from ear to ear.
Amanda just rolled over onto her side. She wanted nothing more to do with the birdman for the rest of the night.
Much to Whitewing's joy they did go south. Whitewing had become an eagle and with Amanda in her bag as a cat, lightening the load with her powers, they flew south. They spent the days at a town where Amanda would scrounge for food as a cat. Bringing back what she could for Whitewing and the nights were spent traveling south. One day a week or two since they had met they stopped at a gas station in a small town. It was no more than a truck stop.
/Do we have to stop here?/ Whitewing asked.
/Yes, I want to use a proper bathroom and wash up. It's a girl thing./ Amanda replied as she stepped out of the bushes and headed for the bathroom. She really wanted to wash her hair and face. Weeks spent traveling without proper hot water was disgusting.
/You've washed at every river and stream we stopped at. How much cleaner can you get?/ Whitewing asked from his perch in the trees.
/It's called hot water and soap!/ Amanda walked around to the back of the gas station where the bathrooms were kept. She rounded the corner and froze. Okay. This is something I didn't need to run into, Amanda thought as she stared at the people gathered in a circle around two teenagers. She moved back into the shadows not wanting to draw attention to herself. She watched the group carefully, looking for a chance to move away.
"...come on. You're mutants, just like us. The brotherhood is the safest place for us. Humanities days are numbered. We're going to rule the world." One black clad figure proclaimed importantly.
"I don't think so. You're nuts if you think mutants will rule the world. I don't want any part of your insanity. Draco and I just want to be left alone." The blue haired teen said softly.
"Can't do that." Said another of the black clad men, "The boss wants telepaths and your them."
"I don't know what you're talking about." snapped a fiery redhead. She wore loose baggy clothes and silver goggles sat on her head.
"My power is fire. Want to see?" without waiting for an answer the girl threw a fireball at the nearest person. But the fire was extinguished midair.
"We don't care. The boss wants you." some guy with more arms than an octopus moved forward.
"Hey, back off. Don't make me fry you." The girl warned.
"No worries of that happening. Your flames can be stopped before they do us harm." said the many armed one.
"Then let's try Ice." the blue haired teen held out his hand. A white frost left his hand and ice formed up on the ground, encasing the men's feet in ice.
"Hey!" yelled one of the groupies. The two teens ignored them as they to edge away from the men.
"Stretch! Get them!" Yelled the octopus look alike.
A tall slim man nodded and literally stretched over to the two teens and wrapped his arms around them several times.
The leader started issuing orders to get rid of the ice. But a hawk's battle cry interrupted him.
Amanda groaned, she had hoped to stay out of it. She pulled off her gloves just as Whitewing attacked Stretch. Amanda threw herself into the battle. Someone had managed to thaw the ice and so she had to deal with a hairy guy with to many muscles and another guy who's voice was being used as a weapon before she could make it to Stretch. Whitewing had disappeared and Amanda was thankful. She didn't want him to get hurt. She sunk her claws into Stretch who shrieked, letting go of the other two teens.
"Ken! A little cover please?" the girl asked.
Ken the blued haired boy nodded. A thick fog covered everything.
"Come on panther lady person. Let's get going." The girl grabbed Amanda by the arm and pulled her away leaving the men to fumble around in the fog by themselves.
When Amanda was finally able to break free of the others girl's grasp they were far enough away to avoid anyone following them.
"Hey, thanks for the help back there. I wasn't sure how we were going to get out of there. My name's Laura but everyone calls me Draco it means Dragon and this is my friend Ken or Illusion. He's a little on the quiet side. So what's your name, Catseye? And I could have sworn I saw a hawk."
"You did." Came Whitewing's voice before Amanda could answer. He jumped down from a branch using his wings to slow his decent. He dropped two packs oh the ground.
"My names Brandon but you can call me Whitewing. And this is Amanda but Catseye is a good name for her."
"I don't think so." Amanda growled.
"Don't mind her. She's always a little grumpy." Whitewing said with a grin.
Draco giggled, "Kind of like Illusion here. He's a quiet person."
"Must you keep calling me that?" Ken asked, "My name is Ken."
"That's nice." Draco patted Ken on the shoulder.
"So, where are you to heading?" Whitewing asked.
"I don't know. We haven't really decided. We thought we'd just wander around, maybe make our way to some major sights like Hollywood, the Big Apple, Disneyland, you know stuff like that." Draco shrugged, "It's not much of a plan but your welcome to join us."
"I have a funny feeling we should. Those guys were after you because they thought you were telepaths."
"We are telepaths." Ken explained, "Draco has the flame thing, telepathy and she can heal others. I freeze things, cast illusions like the fog and I'm a telepath."
"Oh, Do you know why they were after you?" Whitewing quickly told them about his and Amanda's powers, "...and I can astral project, well that's what the technical term is. It the thing you saw earlier."
"Cool." Draco grinned.
Ken rolled his eyes, "Grow up Draco." He turned to Amanda, "We don't know why they came after us or how they knew we had powers. We stopped to use the bathroom and they jumped us."
"So Catseye, are we traveling together?" Draco asked.
"Are you going to keep calling me that?"
"Yeah, it's cool."
"Than no."
"Oh, come on Amanda. It'll be fun." Whitewing pleaded looking at her with his great golden eyes.
Amanda scowled, "Oh alright. But if I end up choking her it'll be all your fault."
Whitewing put a wing around Amanda's shoulder. "I'll keep you from choking her." He promised, "Though you might end up using me as a scratching post."
Amanda smiled faintly, "I wouldn't hurt you. I would have to walk if I did."
Whitewing rolled his eyes, "Thanks, I feel so appreciated."
"You're welcome." Amanda picked up her pack along with Whitewing's, "We have a few hours of daylight left. Let's get as far from here as possible. Whitewing, will you keep a look out for us?"
"Sure thing." Whitewing launched himself into the air and turned himself into a hawk.
"Yay!!!" Draco cheered, "We're going to have so much fun."
The three started walking with Whitewing sailing through the air above them.
TBC...
I don't know about this. I started it and now I'm wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Oh well. Draco threatened me (again) to write it because she's in it. Now she won't leave me alone so you can expect regular updates if you actually liked it. R&R please, I'd like to know if it's any good.