This is set somewhere around the old west days. Keep in mind. Around mid 1800's. If I get anything historically wrong, forgive me.
Anna death glared at the warden looking down at her from the slot on the door in her cell. Her completely steel cell. With no way out but a a door that was bolted shut. Locked from the outside.
She didn't even know they made cells like that. Apparently there was a lot about asylums the citizens of Cadlecott didn't know.
She still remembered the day they came and dragged her away. But don't let it go unsaid that she didn't go without a fight. But when they sedate you with a sedative and put you in a strapjacket, it's kinda hard to fight back.
They had just ranaway from Raven, they were living on their own. And Kurt, her brother, depended on Anna getting food. But they had no more money.
So they used her powers and...feminine charm to get money and food. Eventually, she was in wanted posters with a surname "Rogue". She did admit it had a certain ring to it.
They were theifs in a sense. Bandits.
"915, you have a visitor." Warden barked.
"Ah have a name!" She snarled.
"Whatever. Do I look like a care? Kid, make this fast."
She could hear the thick German accent from outside and already knew it was her brother.
She saw yellow eyes through the slot and smiled faintly at him.
"I'm sorry, Anna. I know zis von't help much, but I zought zat you needzed zome vreal food." His 3 fingered hand had an apple in it as he put it in the slot.
She got up from her stiff cot and walked there. She caught it with her strap jacketted hands. Since her being a woman, they made the strap jacket looser and more able for her to move her hands. But not alot looser.
"Alright, kid, time's up." Warden yelled.
Then they were both gone. Warden wouldn't be back for an hour.
Anna bit into the apple and found a knife in it and smirked. She taught the boy well.
Oh, this was going to be a boat load of fun!
...
Warden came back at the time she thought she would. She hurried up and pretended to be sick. She put her few pillows under her cover to make it look like she was in the cot and hid behind the door.
"Ugh...Ah don' feel ta good... Ah think it's blue fevah." She lied.
"Blue fever?"
"Yes, blue fevah. It is highly contagious, yah getta very high fevah, poxs all ovah yer bodeh, yah see people in shades of blue. It causes the most death in Germany!" She was lying through her teeth. There was no such thing as blue fever. But Warden was eating it up.
"Oh dear. We better get you some medicine." She unlocked the door and Anna smirked evily.
"Where are you, 915?" Warden asked.
"Raght here, but not fo' long. " She stalked up to him, arms now free, and grabbed her face.
She could feel the lifeforce from Warden being sucked out. The blonde woman thrashed around, and when Anna finally let go, Warden Carol Danvers was either dead or in a coma of some sort, but Anna didn't care at the time. She had to bolt, and fast.
She tucked her knife in her boot, but suddenly she could feel herself floating. She looked down and indeed was.
That was going to make things alot more easier. She flew out of the room, thankfully there was nobody outside. She flew faster and faster and finally made her way outside.
She jumped at the sudden sunlight. She hadn't seen sunlight in months. She flew into people and caused many people flying away.
After an hour she was calmed down and looked around for Kurt, ignoring the strange looks from people.
Then a stagecoach appeared in front of her. A cloaked figure with the reins in hand.
"Hey, sis. Need a ride?" Kurt asked.
She flew and hugged him. "Thank yah, Kurt!"
Everyone gasped when they saw her fly. "Witch!" They yelled.
Anna rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe people still believed in witches.
"Ve better hurry, Anna." She jumped in and at the speed of horse, they were off.
...
They were far from any town. They were in some dessert looking place.
Anna hugged her food, being the best food she'd had in months. And the fire was so war. Way warmer than that steel cell.
"Oh, I got zomezing for vou." Kurt held out an outfit.
It was a pretty dress, if you were into dresses. But Anna prefered pants. She settled for staring blankly at Kurt and he laughed.
"I'm juzt joking. Vou'll only zneed zat if we have to go zomewhere fancy. Here." He held out a pair of black pants and loose black shirt and a black cloak. He sure did know his sister well.
"Thanks, Ah'll get dressed in the stage coach." She left and got dressed and came back. She felt so much more freer without that stupid jacket.
She sat down next to fire, and looked at her hands. They were ungloved. She looked at Kurt.
"Do yah have any gloves?" She asked.
"Yeah, I kept your old vones." He handed her the gloves and she regrettably put them on.
"So, where are we goin'?" Anna asked.
"I'm zinking Mississippi isn't a goot idea."
"Right, so how's 'bout Louisiana?"
"Louisiana?"
"Yeah, we could hide in tha swamps an' if anyone tries ta look fo' us, there'd be a gator ta eat 'em."
Kurt thought for a moment. "Sounds like a goot plan. Ve vill leave in ze mornzing."
So tell me what you think. I hope you like it. I know I should be working on This Sucks, but I had to write this. Please review.