I'm Cajunspice and I'm back. I started a couple stories earlier this year and realized that the plot was pretty much the same on both so they're on hold. Just wanted to say, me own nothing, not even the hot and hunky Cajun. (Sigh, if only if only) Well, enjoy and please review!
To See if I Still Feel
By cajunspice
The knife blade felt cool as she laid it against her skin, that damn untouchable skin. She was tired of being mocked by the human kids, tired of having to watch Scott and jean kiss, knowing she could never be that intimate with someone. She was jealous of their happiness, even during such a "mutant crisis".
The doors to the balcony had been left open. She could tell by the faint breeze that serenely brushed her white forelocks against her cheekbones as if oblivious to her inner turmoil. As she leaned her upper back against the balcony door, still holding the knife, she felt a warm touch that contrasted sharply with the cool of the panes of glass. This startled the teenage mutant, causing her to accidentally cut herself with the knife. As the blood began to flow, the knife clattered to the floor.
"O GOD CHERE!"
Strong lean, muscled arms wrapped around her. Her last thought before passing out was a thank you lord for the fact that her shirt had long sleeves.
Thanks for reading. Pleez read & review.
Muchos amor, cajunspice
