Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. Unrecognizable characters-Angel, Russ, Corey, Kellie are mine; Julius is Xx-Disturbed-xX's; and Tara is Takamo's. I have permisison to borrow them but not to hurt them in any way. No animals nor characters are harmed in this presentation. This story contradicts my two previous humor stories-if you've read them, ignore them.
November 7, 2004
Angel Blade unlocked the front door then removed the gate, pushing it sideways into it's place. "Aunt Kris! Vel!"
She waited for a response of some sort from her legal guardians. None comes. Thank God for small miracles, she thought, dumping the rest of her stuff onto the couch and going into the bathroom. She turned to face the mirror and grimaced.
"Vel's gonna kill me." Most of the left side of her face was swollen and blood streamed from just below her right eye. Dirt and more blood stuck to the t-shirt she wore; several torn places could be seen. "Hello, Military School."
Her uncle had promised to send her to military school if she got in anymore fights. Strike twelve had hit. Angel grabbed a towel and applied to to her face, trying to clean off most of the blood and get the swelling down.
The phone rang. She ignored it and studied her reflection; there's no way she could hide the jagged line beneathe her eye or the swollen area surrounding it. The machine picked up the call after a moment.
"Angel, where the hell are you?" Velicion's voice demanded to the room. His voice stratled her and she poured peroxide down the front of her shirt. "It's well past your normal time to be home. Remember our conversation a few weeks ago? I hope you haven't been fighting again. Angel!"
Angel removed the soiled shirt and tossed it at the answering machine. She applied peroxide and a bandage to her eye throughout his threats before pulling on another t-shirt.
"Aye, aye, captain,"she mumbled while signing onto the internet and her messenger,"Damn mutant restrictions."
A message flashed onto the screen.
MToynbee: another riot.
TwistedSlinky: where and how many?
MToynbee: Atlantic City. six mutant, three norms.
TwistedSlinky: nice. i'm going to military school
MToynbee: strike twelve?
TwistedSlinky: strike twelve. what did emily say?
MToynbee: lecture about the laws and my behavior..how bad?
TwistedSlinky: no serious damage. vel's gonna kill me.
MToynbee: sorry when do satan and vel get home?
TwistedSlinky: now...bye. pray for me
MToynbee: I ain't religious
TwistedSlinky: so?
-TwistedSlinky has signed off-
Angel turned as the door opened; her aunt, Kris stared at her a moment holding Daniel.
"Angel, don't say it."
"I won't."
"You're going to get sent to a camp if you don't stop. Take Daniel. Senator Tailsman is growing impatient with rebellious mutants.."
Angel took the squirming three-year-old. "Maybe someone really should riot...a real mutant game."
* * *
"Damn...Damn...Damn." Russ Collins jumped over a gate and took off running toward the buildings in the distance. Behind him wolf-like howls echo along with a quiet beeping sound.
"I have worked too hard for three years to fail,"he growls, pushing himself forward and scanning the barb wire for a place to cross. He slipped through, placing one hand against the wire. A black glow came from the wire before it split apart to allow his six foot two frame through. He cringed when a piece of wire tore into his leg then jerked it free as the howls grew louder. He felt blood stream down his leg, warm and sticky but ignores it, continuing to run with only a slight limp.
Three years of fighting mutant restrictions for one restriction screw up. Russ cursed himself repeatedly for forgetting the time as he darted into an alley and up a hanging stairway. His feet mad loud clanging sounds as they slapped the metal rungs; his combat boots intensified the sound. He stopped outside a window and tapped.
"Gage!...Gage...Gage!"
His fist slammed into the window after a moment of no response. "Gage, open this window!"
The glass slid sideways and a light shone from within. "Jesus, Sabbath, what are you doing out? Mutant curfew ended three hours ago,"a yawning voice mumbled as he stumbled into the room, shutting the window.
"Bad timing. Gage, give it to me. I need to get home fast..."
"It doesn't fuction right, Sabbath. Too risky."
"Give me the damn teleporter, Gage. I have to get home in eleven mintues....give it." Russ held out one hand to the blonde man before him.
'Gage' stared at it before a gold clawed hand covered in scales dropped something into his palm before retreating. Pale blue eyes glittered angrily at him.
"Thanks." He slipped the gadget onto the hand seconds before he vanished in a flash of blue and gray smoke.
Russ groaned when he appeared in his bedroom; everything his hands touched glowed black. The carpet, his shirt, the doorknob.
"Gage, I swear I'll kill you for giving me that thing,"he growled, tossing the braclet to the other side of the room; it hovers in the air. "Damn."
Russ pulled up his pants' leg and studied the bloody line traveling over his celf muscle. He grimaced in pain as he hurriedly applied peroxide and a bandage to the damage; footsteps echo downstairs along with voices.
"Russ, get down here!"
He toussled his hair and removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor along with his shoes before going down onto the more level part of their apartment. He stopped a few steps behind his father, peeting at the two senator officers.
"Huh?" He made his voice sound tired and wary.
"Do you know about the breakout at Icon?"one demanded, pushing past his father with a death glare.
"Breakout? What Breakout?"
"A mutant escaped."
"Tragic...very tragic."
* * *
"...cough...cough..." Kellie Senthesis stumbled over a root and fell forward onto the ground. The grass turned to ashes beneath her hands and crumbled. "Not again,"she moaned in anguish, scrambling to her feet. Dirt and leaves clung to the parts of her body visible and the white lab coat wrapped tightly around her; blood dripped down her face and stomache.
Derek. He'll help me....Derek, I need Derek. If I can make it to the house.
Kellie broke into a run with slow strides because of the rocks and sticks tearing into her smooth light brown feet. Sweat gathered at the hairline of her hot pink hair; it laid limp against her skin.
"Derek." She cried the single word through her tears even though her brother would never hear it. Blood fell into her eye as she ran to the light sillohouted doorway. The light vanished at her nearing. She leaned heavily upon the brick wall, breathing raggedly. The brick cut into Kellie's palms as she worked her way to the back and the servant's entrance. Servants hasn't entered the house in over twenty-years; Kellie slid down against the wall.
"Why? I'm sorry, Mom...please." Her hand barely managed to open the door before she collapsed to the floor. She crawled in, collapsing onto the floor in one of the small servants' rooms. Darkness overtook her but she mumbled one word. "Icon."
* * *
"Mutants are nothing but God's punishment for others' sins,"an old black street preacher ranted, pointing and grabbing anyone close enough.
Corey Desmonds watched with a mixed emotions. God's punishment for others' sins. A silent laugh passed through him as he remembered his mother's dying statement.
"I think I hear God calling me, Corey." Seconds later she died on the cold street, alone, with his father and his life.
Why now? I don't know a thing about surviving on my own, especially in a world where people hate and fear me.
The old street preacher continued to rant on about mutants being punishments of God. Corey focused on several people's mind and repeatedly altered them to see the diffrent images he'd created of himself. It works as several diffrent people first avoid a drug dealer, a prostitute then stop to speak to a cop.
Six stories up at an apartment window the outline of a crouched teenager can be seen. Tara Toynbee stared down at the scene with a mix of anger and worry; voices echo outside the small bedroom.
Wonder what Vel and Kris said about Angel's fight? She can't get sent to Military School.
She unlocked the window and leaned down, listening to the age old ranting below. The black preacher had been there every day for the last five months; his rants were growing tiring. The last of his words drifted to her ears.
"--repent before the new race destroys the one that already exsists! Humanity is on a losing streak! The inferno is here! Save your souls!"
In the next instant several shadows emerge from the alley way behind the man and darg him away. The sounds of metal against bone, groans, and curses along with more screaming rants puncuate the otherwise still night.
Tara closed the window, flicking the lock into place; she hopped down then moved over to lay on her bed. Her foster parents' voices added a low buzz to the emptiness as she stared blankly up at the ceiling.
"Humanity is on a losing streak...an uprising of mutants."
* * *
"Sons of a bitches,"Julius mumbles under his breathe while storming out of the double doors of his FORMER high school towards his dad's car. He'd just been expelled for fighting though it wasn't even his fault. Assholes. He thought to himself as he passed a street light; the pole instantly bent as if something hard rammed into it going 200 mph and came crashing down to the ground.
He didn't look back but continued walking. He opened the passenger door and climbed in the back seat since his 14-year-old little sister occupied the front. Silence hung in the air as they made their way home.
Finally his dad spoke... "You know I don't whether to beat the hell outta you or be afraid of you. Quite frankly I wanna do both,"he said driving through the snow. It was may and already snowing but what did they expect is was Canada after all.
"Well, you could just leave me alone." Julius mumbled.
"As soon as we get home I'm enrolling you in a boarding school down in the states. Maybe, just maybe that attitude problem of yours will get fixed and you'll learn some discipline."
He was pissed and it amused Julius. He knew his father wouldn't dare do a thing like that; they pulled into the driveway and his dad turned the ignition off.
"You honestly think I'm playing...well, julius you're in for a hard reality. Pack your things. You'll be leaving on the next flight to New York Friday...That I promise." And with that his dad went into the house and dialed the number on the letter he'd had for months.
The smile that Julius had on his face earlier was gone.
His sister turned around in the front seat and said quite smugly. "can I have your room when you leave?" Her smile returns as she gets out beginning to hum a French song to herself."
Julius sat in the car a minute afterwards before going in....
"Pack your things. You'll be leaving on Flight 320 Friday morning at 8."
Julius just stared at his dad, dumbfounded that he'd actually gone through with it.
"Aw fuck!"
* * *
"What have you got, darlin?"Logan asked, turning to face the woman who'd entered.
Her dark brown hair fell loose with two white streaks framing either side of her pale face. Her body was covered by jeans, a tank top with fishnet sleeves, and wrist-length gloves with bare knuckles. Her image was perfect with that of the woman he'd fought beside over twenty-five years ago when the others died. Only the two of them remained; in all reality Rogue should be dead as well or aged.
"I found a start, Wolvie. Here's six." Rogue placed the folder before him on the table before sinking into the chair beside him. "One: Russ Collins. Age: 19. Icon worker for three years. Can manipulate kinetic energy to control objects. Lives with father-Icon scientist. Two: Kellie Senthesis. Age: 19. In and out of institutions since thirteen. Turns living things to dust with a touch. Parents disowned her, one younger brother, Derek. Three: Corey Desmonds. Age: 17. Creates and makes illusions through manipulation of the mind. Parents died in mutant riot several weeks back. Fourth: Julius Kanteon. Age: 19. Cause mass destruction with a thought-no elaboration. Younger sister-lives with Father. Five: Angel Blade. Age: 17. Empathy and telekenesis("Sounds like Jean.") Lives with Aunt, Uncle, and three-year-old nephew. Probation pending. ("Forget the Jean comment.") Six: This is the strange one. Tara Toynbee. Age: 17. half-human/half-frog. Foster homes for years. Perfect image of Toad, huh, Wolvie?"
Logan growled at the name for himself. "Where'd you find these?"he growled while looking over the six attached photos and several papers similar to a police report but not. "This is too organized.."
"All mutants are forced to register when their powers manifest. Angel, Russ, and Kellie were on the desk...Tara, Julius, and Corey took some searching. Will they do?"
He shrugged, reading one of the reports. "They'll have to; how do we find them?"
Rogue was silent a moment.
"Rogue?"
"Russ and Kellie are here in New York. Angel and Tara in the south....Corey's unknown at the moment-possibly Nebraska. Julius is the tough one."
"Where is he, Rogue?"
"Montrel, Canada."
November 7, 2004
Angel Blade unlocked the front door then removed the gate, pushing it sideways into it's place. "Aunt Kris! Vel!"
She waited for a response of some sort from her legal guardians. None comes. Thank God for small miracles, she thought, dumping the rest of her stuff onto the couch and going into the bathroom. She turned to face the mirror and grimaced.
"Vel's gonna kill me." Most of the left side of her face was swollen and blood streamed from just below her right eye. Dirt and more blood stuck to the t-shirt she wore; several torn places could be seen. "Hello, Military School."
Her uncle had promised to send her to military school if she got in anymore fights. Strike twelve had hit. Angel grabbed a towel and applied to to her face, trying to clean off most of the blood and get the swelling down.
The phone rang. She ignored it and studied her reflection; there's no way she could hide the jagged line beneathe her eye or the swollen area surrounding it. The machine picked up the call after a moment.
"Angel, where the hell are you?" Velicion's voice demanded to the room. His voice stratled her and she poured peroxide down the front of her shirt. "It's well past your normal time to be home. Remember our conversation a few weeks ago? I hope you haven't been fighting again. Angel!"
Angel removed the soiled shirt and tossed it at the answering machine. She applied peroxide and a bandage to her eye throughout his threats before pulling on another t-shirt.
"Aye, aye, captain,"she mumbled while signing onto the internet and her messenger,"Damn mutant restrictions."
A message flashed onto the screen.
MToynbee: another riot.
TwistedSlinky: where and how many?
MToynbee: Atlantic City. six mutant, three norms.
TwistedSlinky: nice. i'm going to military school
MToynbee: strike twelve?
TwistedSlinky: strike twelve. what did emily say?
MToynbee: lecture about the laws and my behavior..how bad?
TwistedSlinky: no serious damage. vel's gonna kill me.
MToynbee: sorry when do satan and vel get home?
TwistedSlinky: now...bye. pray for me
MToynbee: I ain't religious
TwistedSlinky: so?
-TwistedSlinky has signed off-
Angel turned as the door opened; her aunt, Kris stared at her a moment holding Daniel.
"Angel, don't say it."
"I won't."
"You're going to get sent to a camp if you don't stop. Take Daniel. Senator Tailsman is growing impatient with rebellious mutants.."
Angel took the squirming three-year-old. "Maybe someone really should riot...a real mutant game."
* * *
"Damn...Damn...Damn." Russ Collins jumped over a gate and took off running toward the buildings in the distance. Behind him wolf-like howls echo along with a quiet beeping sound.
"I have worked too hard for three years to fail,"he growls, pushing himself forward and scanning the barb wire for a place to cross. He slipped through, placing one hand against the wire. A black glow came from the wire before it split apart to allow his six foot two frame through. He cringed when a piece of wire tore into his leg then jerked it free as the howls grew louder. He felt blood stream down his leg, warm and sticky but ignores it, continuing to run with only a slight limp.
Three years of fighting mutant restrictions for one restriction screw up. Russ cursed himself repeatedly for forgetting the time as he darted into an alley and up a hanging stairway. His feet mad loud clanging sounds as they slapped the metal rungs; his combat boots intensified the sound. He stopped outside a window and tapped.
"Gage!...Gage...Gage!"
His fist slammed into the window after a moment of no response. "Gage, open this window!"
The glass slid sideways and a light shone from within. "Jesus, Sabbath, what are you doing out? Mutant curfew ended three hours ago,"a yawning voice mumbled as he stumbled into the room, shutting the window.
"Bad timing. Gage, give it to me. I need to get home fast..."
"It doesn't fuction right, Sabbath. Too risky."
"Give me the damn teleporter, Gage. I have to get home in eleven mintues....give it." Russ held out one hand to the blonde man before him.
'Gage' stared at it before a gold clawed hand covered in scales dropped something into his palm before retreating. Pale blue eyes glittered angrily at him.
"Thanks." He slipped the gadget onto the hand seconds before he vanished in a flash of blue and gray smoke.
Russ groaned when he appeared in his bedroom; everything his hands touched glowed black. The carpet, his shirt, the doorknob.
"Gage, I swear I'll kill you for giving me that thing,"he growled, tossing the braclet to the other side of the room; it hovers in the air. "Damn."
Russ pulled up his pants' leg and studied the bloody line traveling over his celf muscle. He grimaced in pain as he hurriedly applied peroxide and a bandage to the damage; footsteps echo downstairs along with voices.
"Russ, get down here!"
He toussled his hair and removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor along with his shoes before going down onto the more level part of their apartment. He stopped a few steps behind his father, peeting at the two senator officers.
"Huh?" He made his voice sound tired and wary.
"Do you know about the breakout at Icon?"one demanded, pushing past his father with a death glare.
"Breakout? What Breakout?"
"A mutant escaped."
"Tragic...very tragic."
* * *
"...cough...cough..." Kellie Senthesis stumbled over a root and fell forward onto the ground. The grass turned to ashes beneath her hands and crumbled. "Not again,"she moaned in anguish, scrambling to her feet. Dirt and leaves clung to the parts of her body visible and the white lab coat wrapped tightly around her; blood dripped down her face and stomache.
Derek. He'll help me....Derek, I need Derek. If I can make it to the house.
Kellie broke into a run with slow strides because of the rocks and sticks tearing into her smooth light brown feet. Sweat gathered at the hairline of her hot pink hair; it laid limp against her skin.
"Derek." She cried the single word through her tears even though her brother would never hear it. Blood fell into her eye as she ran to the light sillohouted doorway. The light vanished at her nearing. She leaned heavily upon the brick wall, breathing raggedly. The brick cut into Kellie's palms as she worked her way to the back and the servant's entrance. Servants hasn't entered the house in over twenty-years; Kellie slid down against the wall.
"Why? I'm sorry, Mom...please." Her hand barely managed to open the door before she collapsed to the floor. She crawled in, collapsing onto the floor in one of the small servants' rooms. Darkness overtook her but she mumbled one word. "Icon."
* * *
"Mutants are nothing but God's punishment for others' sins,"an old black street preacher ranted, pointing and grabbing anyone close enough.
Corey Desmonds watched with a mixed emotions. God's punishment for others' sins. A silent laugh passed through him as he remembered his mother's dying statement.
"I think I hear God calling me, Corey." Seconds later she died on the cold street, alone, with his father and his life.
Why now? I don't know a thing about surviving on my own, especially in a world where people hate and fear me.
The old street preacher continued to rant on about mutants being punishments of God. Corey focused on several people's mind and repeatedly altered them to see the diffrent images he'd created of himself. It works as several diffrent people first avoid a drug dealer, a prostitute then stop to speak to a cop.
Six stories up at an apartment window the outline of a crouched teenager can be seen. Tara Toynbee stared down at the scene with a mix of anger and worry; voices echo outside the small bedroom.
Wonder what Vel and Kris said about Angel's fight? She can't get sent to Military School.
She unlocked the window and leaned down, listening to the age old ranting below. The black preacher had been there every day for the last five months; his rants were growing tiring. The last of his words drifted to her ears.
"--repent before the new race destroys the one that already exsists! Humanity is on a losing streak! The inferno is here! Save your souls!"
In the next instant several shadows emerge from the alley way behind the man and darg him away. The sounds of metal against bone, groans, and curses along with more screaming rants puncuate the otherwise still night.
Tara closed the window, flicking the lock into place; she hopped down then moved over to lay on her bed. Her foster parents' voices added a low buzz to the emptiness as she stared blankly up at the ceiling.
"Humanity is on a losing streak...an uprising of mutants."
* * *
"Sons of a bitches,"Julius mumbles under his breathe while storming out of the double doors of his FORMER high school towards his dad's car. He'd just been expelled for fighting though it wasn't even his fault. Assholes. He thought to himself as he passed a street light; the pole instantly bent as if something hard rammed into it going 200 mph and came crashing down to the ground.
He didn't look back but continued walking. He opened the passenger door and climbed in the back seat since his 14-year-old little sister occupied the front. Silence hung in the air as they made their way home.
Finally his dad spoke... "You know I don't whether to beat the hell outta you or be afraid of you. Quite frankly I wanna do both,"he said driving through the snow. It was may and already snowing but what did they expect is was Canada after all.
"Well, you could just leave me alone." Julius mumbled.
"As soon as we get home I'm enrolling you in a boarding school down in the states. Maybe, just maybe that attitude problem of yours will get fixed and you'll learn some discipline."
He was pissed and it amused Julius. He knew his father wouldn't dare do a thing like that; they pulled into the driveway and his dad turned the ignition off.
"You honestly think I'm playing...well, julius you're in for a hard reality. Pack your things. You'll be leaving on the next flight to New York Friday...That I promise." And with that his dad went into the house and dialed the number on the letter he'd had for months.
The smile that Julius had on his face earlier was gone.
His sister turned around in the front seat and said quite smugly. "can I have your room when you leave?" Her smile returns as she gets out beginning to hum a French song to herself."
Julius sat in the car a minute afterwards before going in....
"Pack your things. You'll be leaving on Flight 320 Friday morning at 8."
Julius just stared at his dad, dumbfounded that he'd actually gone through with it.
"Aw fuck!"
* * *
"What have you got, darlin?"Logan asked, turning to face the woman who'd entered.
Her dark brown hair fell loose with two white streaks framing either side of her pale face. Her body was covered by jeans, a tank top with fishnet sleeves, and wrist-length gloves with bare knuckles. Her image was perfect with that of the woman he'd fought beside over twenty-five years ago when the others died. Only the two of them remained; in all reality Rogue should be dead as well or aged.
"I found a start, Wolvie. Here's six." Rogue placed the folder before him on the table before sinking into the chair beside him. "One: Russ Collins. Age: 19. Icon worker for three years. Can manipulate kinetic energy to control objects. Lives with father-Icon scientist. Two: Kellie Senthesis. Age: 19. In and out of institutions since thirteen. Turns living things to dust with a touch. Parents disowned her, one younger brother, Derek. Three: Corey Desmonds. Age: 17. Creates and makes illusions through manipulation of the mind. Parents died in mutant riot several weeks back. Fourth: Julius Kanteon. Age: 19. Cause mass destruction with a thought-no elaboration. Younger sister-lives with Father. Five: Angel Blade. Age: 17. Empathy and telekenesis("Sounds like Jean.") Lives with Aunt, Uncle, and three-year-old nephew. Probation pending. ("Forget the Jean comment.") Six: This is the strange one. Tara Toynbee. Age: 17. half-human/half-frog. Foster homes for years. Perfect image of Toad, huh, Wolvie?"
Logan growled at the name for himself. "Where'd you find these?"he growled while looking over the six attached photos and several papers similar to a police report but not. "This is too organized.."
"All mutants are forced to register when their powers manifest. Angel, Russ, and Kellie were on the desk...Tara, Julius, and Corey took some searching. Will they do?"
He shrugged, reading one of the reports. "They'll have to; how do we find them?"
Rogue was silent a moment.
"Rogue?"
"Russ and Kellie are here in New York. Angel and Tara in the south....Corey's unknown at the moment-possibly Nebraska. Julius is the tough one."
"Where is he, Rogue?"
"Montrel, Canada."