What to Do When Your Worst Nightmare Comes True
By: Nastashia Fernandez
The girl trudged along the newly damp forest floor. Though she had been in a hyperbaric chamber, she had a pretty good memory of everything shifting and fermenting in the back of her mind. She sifted through them and each time she did everything felt clearer, maybe it was the rain, maybe it was something else. She continued to sift until she found the memory she was looking for.
"Ah, look at her, she's perfect."
"Yes, she is."
"My little Tasmanian Devil."
Tasmanian Devil, was it? Well, she couldn't go around telling people her name was Tasmanian Devil. She quickly thought of something that just barely covered her actual name. Come on, I'm smart enough to think of a NAME! she thought. She slowly picked apart the name and came up with something to call herself.
Tammi Davis a.k.a Tasmanian Devil! GENIUS! she thought, prolonging the 'e' in 'genius' and thinking in a sing-song....Thought pattern. She ran across the forest floor and the rain let up. Her hair was now stuck to her face and the back of her neck. She just shrugged it off. There was a small opening in the trees and she slipped right through it due to her small size.
She was now currently standing on crowded sidewalk and people were staring.
Why wouldn't they be starring at a wet girl no older that 16 with three blades coming out of her fists, black shorts and a white wife beater that barely stayed on her shoulders?
Not to mention the tan complexion and stark white hair.
Ororo and Logan starred at the screen in horror. Their worst nightmare had come true. They had no idea what to do. They were clueless. Completely. There's no classes called 'What to Do When Your Worst Nightmare Comes True 101'. They were scared out of their wits. I mean, who knows what Sinister could've created!
Certainly not the X-Men.
Tammi looked around and saw a huge sign that said 'WAL-MART' (1) on it. She smiled a bit. This looks promising, she thought. She ran across the street, narrowly avoiding New York traffic. She scaled the side of the building with her claws and flipped onto the roof. She then pressed herself flat against the roof and closed her eyes. Rain just started pouring down, effectively making all the people in WAL-MART run out and into their cars, as did most of the people in the streets. When everything was almost clear, she cut a hole on the top of the roof, jumped through and blew a gust of wind to secure it back for a little.
She looked around. There was clothes, shoes, food and everything else. "Nice pick, Tammi." She whispered to herself. She sifted through the clothes, pulled out a white T-Shirt that had two headphones whose wires made a heart in neon colors. She smiled and the ran to get a pair of pants.
She found a pair of black cargo capris and some white sneakers. Noticing the clothes were bound to get wet, she grabbed a blue basket that she found near the pants and stuck them in there. She then grabbed a towel, brush, hairspray, gel, socks, toothpaste and a toothbrush. She ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
Logan put his head in his hands. "What are we gonna do?" He groaned, feeling the need to punch and/or stab something. Ororo shifted her arm to rest on Logan's back, she then started rubbing in circles. "There's nothing we can do but hope for the best." She crooned. He stiffened a bit, then relaxed and leaned into the touch.
All they could do was hope for the best.
When Tammi exited the bathroom, her bangs were straight and dry, slightly side swept, the surrounding hair was spiked in a down outward way, and the top was flat. (2) She wore the shirt, pants, and shoes she collected and her teeth were freshly brushed.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but are you planning on paying for that?" A WAL-MART employee asked. Tammi stiffened.
She ran out and saw a leather bike jacket, she grabbed it and pulled it on, an angry WAL-MART attendee on her tail.
When she reached outside, the rain was gone and the streets were dry. Several WAL-MART employees were chasing her. She turned a sharp left then a right, effectively losing them..............
..............and effectively landing in front the Charles Xavier School for Mutants.
A/N:
Heh, sorry about the world's slowest update time. I got lazy. c": xDD
Forgiven?
1 - Yeah, I know, New York has not ONE single WAL-MART, but, where else would you get Everyday Items at Low, Low, Prices? xD
2 - She looks like Storm on the cover of X-Men 3 The Last Stand
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