"Shut the fuck up bitch before I punch your teeth in!" Bri yelled at the top of her lungs. Jillian backed up a step and then steeled herself for the next volley of threats. Jillian was 5'4, two inches shorter than Bri. Shoulder length blond hair that was in slight bouncy ringlets. Topped off with Baby doll blue eyes and a pointy face. She was the stereotypical pack bitch, starting arguments and picking fights, but she never fought. But for the record Jillian was by no means the victim in this scenario. She was the instigator. She was the one to approach Bri and threaten her first, all over a small transgression of territory. But then again crossing of territories was a huge sign of insubordination for a mutant student at CMC (Civilian Mutant College a location for mutants to part of the community and still have free regain to use their powers) but for a non-mutant it was a death warrant. Not that that was a problem for Bri at all. Four out of the seven territories in CMC welcomed her with open arms after she proved that she was more of a threat then some of the stronger level three mutants on campus.
"Bring it, Cunt," Richman said from over Jillian's shoulder. Now if Jillian was the pack bitch that made Richman the packs useless tool. He was six foot three with military cropped hair (its color is unknown to this day) and red eyes. It was part of his mutation he was a Chlormorph, he absorbed the sun's rays and channeled them into attacks; punches, kicks, that sort of thing. The red eyes were a side effect, we all thought he might be an albino, but he never explained it and he was the only Chlormorph to have them. Richman pulled off his sunglasses, a move for him that showed he meant business, and tossed his leather jacket over to Amelia, his present girlfriend. Under the jacket he wore a wife-beater, he couldn't attack unless he was in direct sunlight, and this was why he was only a level two mutant. He had the potential to be a level four or even a lower five but his mutation was worthless in a building or at night. He advanced towards Bri and began to absorb sunlight.
At this point the small group had erected a small crowd of people looking for a good fight. And you might be wondering where I am. So if you have ever been to a good old street fight or territorial mutant fight you will find selection of five different people, each having several variants within them. The first was the fighters in the center. The second were your posy, the idiots screaming "fight" at the top of their lungs. The third; were the betters, the gambling men placing bets and cracking deals. The fourth were the interested bystanders, the main members of the fighting crowd, they were in it for the show; recording, climbing on buildings and normally the ones who go hurt doing stupid shit. And then you had my group. Fifth ring was all the people who were sitting away from the fight, looking disinterested or not paying attention at all. I was one of these people.
I mean what was the point in pushing and fighting for a place to stand when it was 1) going to be on YouTube in five minutes or even streaming live right now 2) in two minutes the crowd would disperse and I would have to fight to get my spot back and 3) the fight would end with; Jillian either sporting a black eye or a broken arm, Richman out cold, and Bri accepted into the fifth territory of CMC. For those of you who were wondering my name is Syd, I've been friends with Bri for the last two years in High School and was now in the same college. I normally have brown hair but right now it is brown with blond highlights (cut short so that it only bushes the tips of my ears) and brown eyes. Like Bri I possess no mutation but have been fascinated by individuals with them since I first saw X-Men in 2000.
Alright now I've lost you. How the hell am I writing something classified as X-Men fanfiction when to me X-men is just a movie? Well for starters life rarely goes the way one plans it, and secondly you decided to read a fic that was actually a journal, updated by Bri or myself on a regular basis. So back to X-men, four movies are out right now and sadly First class just left theaters and I did not get a chance to go see it. But anyway back to the fight.
Bri had beat the shit out of Richman, he was a really bad fighter to begin with, and had punched Jillian in the face. By this point Andreck, the pack leader, had emerged from the business building (the center of his territory) and I had joined Bri in the center of victory. But unless his predecessors who were happy to find that their pack bitches were worthless pieces of shit, he on the other hand was none too happy about it. Andreck was 6'3" as well but unlike Richman he had a brain, and a level five mutation. He was a teleporter by birth but had perfected the art of sending his enemies to remote locations without having to travel there himself, he was rumored to have sent the last leader of his pack to the center of the earth. This was a man you did not want to be on the wrong side of and Bri had just gotten a fast pass, that apparent included me as well.
"Ahhhhh Bri, it looks like we have a problem," I whispered tapping her shoulder and pulling her out of her glorious victory celebration. She turned and smiled at me, her glasses askew from the one blow she had taken from Richman a "lucky shot" she would later claim but she had let him have one punch to lessen his devastation at her hands. Bri was 5'6" as mentioned before with auburn hair this week, it had originally been fire engine red but the color had faded, and gray/green eyes.
"Who the fuck hit my girl?" Andreck asked as he stood over the hysterical Jillian who was curled in a ball on the ground. He glared at the few remaining crowd members, who shied away as was to be expected, and then finally focused on us.
"Andreck, listen I'm sorry but she stepped out of line and was asserting territory when I was well within my right as it was part of a class assignment," Bri was trying to brush off the situation by using the conversational tones of one pack leader (which she was far from) to another. She essentially was digging herself an even bigger hole.
"And who are you Human-scum to stake claim to territory space not within your realm, you do not even have the right to run with a pack, what makes you think you are allowed to speak with me as if you have a right to anything here. You have amused me for now, run along while I let you and don't enter my territory again…either of you." His gaze focused on me alone. I tensed ready for a fight but not really willing to do so.
"Now listen here you son of a bitch, Bri didn't start anything she…" Syd started but stopped as the air around Andreck began to shift and warp. Syd geared up to run the opposite direction but found she was blocked by Richman and two of his brothers( I forgot to mention that he had a total of four brothers and five cousins in the pack all attending CMC and all bearing the same mutation) blocking the way.
"You have assaulted my pack, attacked my mate, and now you insult me. You have quickly outstayed your welcome in my territory and have been told to leave, you have failed to comply with my orders so now you will have to pay the price," Andreck advanced on the two of them, his eyes glossed over white and the air around him clouded by his powers aura.
Syd's eyes widened when she had realized the grave mistake she had made. She turned and grabbed Bri's shoulder, being her voice of reason, in an attempt to drag her out of danger. But her actions where a few seconds to late, and she only realized this when a hand gripped her shoulder so tightly it threatened to break her collar bone like a twig. A blinding hot pain laced through her shoulder and her grip tightened on Bri's arm. One second the world was bright from both the sunlight and from the glow of Andreck's mutation, the next the world went dark, and a second after that…it was green.
Syd coughed as her lungs fought to expand, a teleporter's ability normally made a human feel as if every part of their body had been squeezed through a very tight hole and then stretched rapidly back to normal size. She looked at the ground that she had ended up face planting in and sighed letting herself fall back to the ground in exhaustion. Why did she have to go and say something stupid like that? Why could she never keep her mouth shut? Syd, realizing she could not lie on the ground all day, slowly got to her feet and looked around.
Trees, lots of trees, and apparently no Bri. Syd sighed, picked a direction and started walking. Amazingly it was downhill and ahead she could hear the faint cursing of her friend. Maybe they had gotten lucky and Andreck had dropped them in Madagascar or something like that.
"You alright, Bri?" Syd called. The shuffling and cursing stopped but Syd knew it was centralized in what she hoped was a clearing a few paces away. And as Syd fought through a very argumentative pricker-bush she could see why Bri was cursing.
Apparently fate hated the two of them for some reason (Syd really was thinking about Candide which her professor had made her read last semester) because Bri's right leg was pinned by a fallen tree branch. Syd laughed as she detached her shirt for the fifth time from the bush and walked over to help out her friend.
"It's not funny," Bri growled as she attempted to roll it off of her leg without really rolling it.
Syd laughed again as she watched her friend struggle, "Actually yes it is. But since I am such a good friend and not an ass-hole I shall refrain from recording this to put on YouTube and will help you out." And with that she hefted up one side of the branch and Bri slid her leg out. It took a few seconds to help Bri get to her feet, and she had to lean against Syd to not keel over in pain from her leg. They continued walking in Syd's chosen direction, hoping to find some form of civilization, when the silence finally got to her.
"Alright so I have to ask, did Jillian really start the fight or did you?" Syd, expecting Jillian to be the answer kept her gaze forward to watch where she was walking. But when Bri didn't answer she stopped and looked at her friend. The silence was a problem; Bri was never quiet, hell most times you had to fight to get her to shut up when you got her going. "Bri?" Syd was very hesitant with her prodding question.
"I did," Bri quietly whispered. Normally she wouldn't have a problem to admitting that fact, but today it had gotten them sent to some remote location and her leg busted up. Syd's grip on her arm slackened and Bri fell to the ground. "OW! What was that…?"
"You FUCKIN' started the fight with Jillian! Why in the hell would you do something as stupid as pick a fight with Andreck's BITCH? Why did you have to hit her? Wasn't Richman enough, could you not have called it quits then. Oh no wait I'm sorry you think you have to prove yourself to someone, namely every mutant on campus. So NO of course it wasn't," Syd shouted. She was pacing and screaming and cursing and getting frustrated as she did so. Bri was watching her, trying to insert her reasoning but was cut off every time. "You know what fuck it; you're on your own."
Syd stormed off and Bri struggled to her feet using the tree for support. "Where are you going?" She called after her friend.
"Anywhere," Syd yelled over her shoulder as she continued down the hill. She had been walking for about ten minutes when her anger finally dissipated, and she began to feel guilty. She sighed and stopped, she shouldn't have yelled at her like that, it really wasn't fair. A twig snapped behind her and Syd chuckled slightly. That was fast for a gimped up leg.
"Look, Bri, I'm…" but what she was would remain unknown, for when she turned it was not Bri standing behind her. At first she only saw the barrel of the assault rifle pointed at her face, but then she saw the man holding it. He was wearing a white fur Russian hat; she made the assumption based upon the one her father had at home, and a tweed jacket that was old and faded. He looked like he could have been a poor Russian farmer, but something about him (and the gun he was carrying) said otherwise. Not to mention the brunet standing behind him. She was wearing a greenish/grey beanie and a dark green jacket. She was the one who spoke first.
"My name is Agent MacTaggert and you are under arrest by the US CIA." She spoke calmly but in an uneven tone that suggested that she was unsure of her authority in the situation. Syd cocked her head to the side in confusion. She knew the name MacTaggert, she had heard it before but "agent" did not belong in front of it, Doctor did.
"You wouldn't happen to be Moira MacTaggert, would you?" Syd asked hoping for a negative answer, but today just didn't seem to be her day. Within a split second of each other Bri entered the clearing (in a minor panic because there were people with guns following her) and the woman who apparently not only confirmed her identity as an X-men character, but also gave the order for their arrest. Syd never really figured out what was going on because a bag was placed over her head and she blacked out from shock, Bri's cursing about being an American citizen and having rights ringing in her ears.
Authors Notes: hope you enjoyed. Please review, at this point we are sitting on four to five completed chapters and the updating will be once a week, unlesssss we get feedback (good or bad) on this fic. So please review and have fun on this crazy ride.