Yay, I am going to continue this... Partially because I can't stop thinking about the plot. XD Anyways! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter...
FalconStorm I should've explained it.. O.o Sorry! I would say she had the basics in the files. NAme, birth loaction and date, family, and maybe what they are diagnoised with but not in complete detail. And yes, I believe asylums are kind off old (and scary) so, a mental home, or behavorial institute would be fine. Sorry about the tense jumping, I don't mean to do it...
By the way, I noticed I spelled Integra "Interga" sorry.. The "R" and "E" are just so close.. O-O
I never laughed that hard in my life. Infact, the person went as far as to tackle me. How? I may never know, the bounds are tight on my wrists, and I bet it's just as tight on the guys. I ducked, hitting the metal ground, biting my tongue in the process. He landed on my, and I swear if he didn't get off me in the next five seconds I will bite him. Seriously, I once bit my therapist because she tried to make me go out somewhere, fully aware that I have social interaction problems.
I hear a female mutter: "Idiots", so I turn my head and grin at the brunette woman before me. Her eyes are two different colors, one a dull brown and the other a bright blue. I am in awe, since I have never met Heterichromia Iridium. I've seen many pictures, but never one in real life. She notices me staring and scowls.
"What?" She snaps, turning her head so I can't see her eyes. I snicker,
"I like your eyes. Very pretty." She looks back, wearily.
"Liar, I'm a freak. Like you and everyone else." That makes me frown. Is that what we all were? Freaks?
"Well then." I don't say anything else, what would I even say? The girl goes back to her corner, looking at the metal door that keeps us imprisoned in the back of a truck (I guess). I look around. The guy managed to roll off, and is struggling to get up without hands. Another man is humming and rocking back and forth, occasionally twitcing and saying loudly: "Monsters!". Another male is just giving me a dark look, but maybe that was becasue he's in the dark corner. I stick my tongue out at him and he looks down. Then, I spot Lola. She's asleep, laying up right on the wall. Relieved, I roll close to the wall, and stare up at the ceiling.
Ugh, I'm stuck on the floor... no hands equals impossible to sit up. My proof? The guy who is still trying to sit up. He shouldn't have tackled me.
When the truck, car, whatever it was, suddenly stops. We all lurch forward. Me, not really, I was still on the ground. Lola is forced up and when she sees me, she gives me a tired smile. The car ride was silent, except for the one dude who talks to himself.
The doors open, and I see this person with a mop of blonde hair. He grimaces and turns his head.
"Yo! Dis 'em people 'ight here?" Another person,a woman, comes and nods.
"Yes."
The blonde dude, who is rather mean may I add, starts grabbing us one by one and literally tosses us out the truck. I hiss and bare my teeth.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" I shout, he looks at me, "what's your problem? Huh!? Why you hating on me, man?" He snorts.
"Shut up."
"Oh heeeellll no." I get up on my knees, glaring at him with all the anger I could muster up at the moment, "you did not tell me to shut up!" He growls when I say this, but honestly? I don't care. You don't kidnap me and expect me to be all nice and submissive. No, that's not right.
The woman stares at me in dissaproval. "What is your name?" She asks rather coldly. I think about it.
"Mary Tudor." I smile, "like Bloody Mary." She purses her lips, but does not question me further. Lola and the other's give me a strange look. I smile at them in response, before leaning towards them and saying, "Don't give them the statsifaction of knowing who you are." They look at eachother before nodding slowly.
They take us to some empty hotel, and before we eneter the woman turns to us and says; "You are all going to die." Cue gasp of horrors. "An- -"
"Can I die monday?" I ask, blinking. The woman blinks.
"Pardon?"
"Monday. You know, that's always the worst day of the week." I reply, cocking my head to one side, my red hair follows my movements. "So..?"
"You may today, snice you are the most annoying one of the group." The dude says, looking at his nails. I blanch.
"Maaannn, I was wanting to kick where the sun don't shine sooo bad..." The guy bares his teeth, and may I say, I saw fangs! Oooh, I am so jealous. Lola stifles her laugh while the others gawk in horror and mixed amusement.
BD Something short and sweet. Sorta. Okay, let me explain to you" Micole is somewhat based of my friend. My friend doesn't care who you are, teacher, friend, whoever, she will speak to you the same way she does to anyone. And disrespect. Believe me, I am in awe of how she acts! So, don't go and caall Micole a Mary-Sue, the way she acts are based off people I interact with. Manily the friend who talks like Mania.. XD