Title: Mother Knows Best

Summary: Hey my name is Amy Bertrand and this is the story of the one time I didn't listen to me mother and the consequences were dire, draconian even.

Author: Mental Merc With A Mouth

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Amy Bertrand Sheena Thompson Jennifer Zelos

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Genres: Humor

Warnings: Language

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For as long as I can remember my mom has always been telling me what to do.

"Don't talk to strangers"

"Pointing is rude"

"No more biting people you're almost fourteen years old"

"Don't eat sand"

The list goes on and on and on.

But the one thing my mom was adamant about ever since I had turned twelve and started the sixth grade, was walking home by myself. She had time every morning to drop me off, but not to pick me up again. So my older sister who was in the eighth grade was supposed to pick me up from school every day, and we were supposed to walk home together.

When I started the tenth grade, however my sister started the twelfth, and she just started going out with this guy named Randy, who I am still convinced is really gay. She spent all her time with him, and all she ever talked about was him. He walked home with us to and if I wasn't right between them at all times they'd start making out like their lives depended on it, it was disgusting.

So in the middle of October I was standing outside of School waiting for my sister to come pick me up, I had been waiting for two whole hours, until finally I decided screw it, I'll walk home by myself. And this ladies and gentleman is what I like to call 'Horrible Mistake Number 1'.

I started to walk home all by myself for the first time ever and I was feeling pretty good, and it wasn't until I had reached my halfway mark that things started to get a bit iffy. I started hearing footsteps and I felt as though someone was watching me. Not staring at me, not looking at me, but stalking me. It was the creepiest feeling in the world, so I started to walk a little faster. And the footsteps got a little faster. I looked behind me and I saw this guy staring at me with this stupid shit eating grin on his face that said 'Yeah I'm following you thanks for finally noticing dumbass'

This freaked me out a little bit; okay it freaked me out a lot a bit, so I started running. And when I looked back I saw the guy was running after me too looking like he was having the time of his life. I'd like to say I handled the situation like a smart well educated person. But instead I was running around like a spastic maniac having a seizure and screaming my head off. I was more than a little freaked out, I was, well I don't think there was a word for what I was.

So anyways he chased me into the back alleyways of my apartment like one of those clichéd girls form those horror movies, and just like in the movies he backed me up into a dead end.

"D-Don't come any closer" I stammered out and slowly me vision of everything around me tinted blue a little. This was because I had activated my mutant ability; it wasn't all that serious I could create a small barrier force-field like thing around me. It was strong enough to prevent my older sister from hitting me whenever I annoyed her and she was the strongest person I knew, so I figured it would be too strong for him too.

But his shit eating grin grew to impossible lengths as he whipped out his sword and started to slowly cut through my shield until it was inches from my throat. I swallowed thickly and was completely unsure of what to do next, but luckily he told me.

"You have two choices, the easy way where you come quietly, or the hard way where I get to slice you up into itty bitty pieces. I honestly don't care either way, 'cause well who am I to say no to a little murder" this guy was talking as though we were having a conversation about sports or something.

There was pretty much nothing I could do except give in, or die. And I was a really big fan of living, so I went with him.

He stuck me in the back of a truck there was another little girl in there to she looked about twelve, she was crying softly to herself and she had her arms wrapped around her legs holding them tightly to her chest. I felt like crying myself, but somehow I didn't think that would help the situation any so I figured I should just try and calm her down.

"Hey" I whispered softly reaching out to put my arm on her shoulder. She jumped a mile at the sound of my voice, whimpered loudly and held her legs even tighter around herself. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you" I assure her but she still doesn't look up at me.

I figured that nothing I say was going to calm her down and give up because the truck starts moving, and I'm beginning to freak out.

We drive for a while, a long while actually. I'm not sure how long; it's too dark to see my watch. We stop suddenly and I can hear voices from outside the truck "Stop screwing around Wade and just go get the girl"

"Sir Yes sir" the Wade guy shouts in a mock military voice, and my whole body shudders with fear because this is the sound of the voice of the guy who kidnapped me.

Soon the Wade guy comes back and I can hear the shrieking of another girl "Get off me" she cries but the Wade guy only laughs. I can hear her struggling all the way to the van, and then it bangs open and there she is clawing and screaming and kicking and punching trying everything she can not to get inside the van. She actually manages to wriggle her way out of Wade's grip and run but this big hairy frightening guy catches her and throws her in the truck with me and the other little girl.

The door slams shut and we're driving off again.

Towards the ride to where ever we're going I learn that the girl who manages to fight off the Wade person who captures me, name is Sheena and she's sixteen a year older than me. The twelve year old girls name I didn't learn until much later because whenever we try and ask her questions she only huddles up closer in on herself and cries that she wants to go home.

When the car finally stopped we were dragged out and put in shackles. I didn't say a word when they did this I only flinched and shook pathetically. The little girl was crying and begging the whole time. And Sheena was cursing and struggling through the whole thing.

Then this really old guy walked into the room and stood before us. He was wearing some military uniform and I figured he most have been important because he had loads of different badges on it. "Hello girls, my name it Colonel William Stryker"

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A/N: This is my first ever OC fic and I hope it came out as good as I imagined it. Please review, it helps keep the boogeyman from eating innocent children. Or it helps the boogeyman eat little children, whatever floats your tuna boat.