Okay, Chapter… something. I know this one's short, but I needed to get something out, so bear with me.
I do not own anything except for Rhianna and everything her little mind conjures up. Enjoy!
Almost instantly I felt images pouring into him, through my lips and into his, flowing freely. I could feel his mind going hazy, his mental shields getting weaker. But for a moment I couldn't help but just savor the feeling of his warm body pressed against mine. Though I really didn't want to, I had to push him away before he passed out. Or worse. I quietly tried to pull away from him, but his arms were wrapped tightly around me.
"You can be really stupid sometimes, you know that?" I muttered, ducking out of his embrace as he almost fell to the ground.
The second he snapped out of his dazed state, I growled, "If you say any stupid comment right now, I will make it my personal quest to kill you." I could barely keep my tone somewhat-annoyed, though. He had on a cute pouty face, just like some young child would do when they knew they were in trouble.
"Any stupid comment, eh?" He teased, "If you want to kill me, just give me another kiss. Does that count?"
I scowled, but didn't just storm out like I usually did in tough situations. Or run-for-my-life out, which had happened fairly recently in the Xavier Institute. Or run-away-because-this-place-is-creepy, like at my old house. Definitely not a home, though. Just a house.
"Come on, you need to sit down before you collapse on the floor." I sighed, steering him towards the sitting chair while I plopped down on the edge of the bed.
A nagging notion about the blue woman I saw in his mind was pressing on the inside of my skull, and I wanted to avoid an awkward situation (Though Pyro was just splayed across the chair, as relaxed as ever), so I asked, "What's Mystique like?"
"Dat, y' will find ou' in un moment." Remy popped his head into the doorway. Once again, with the interruptions! Don't these people know the meaning of privacy?! Then I realized my door had been left wide open, and I mentally slapped myself.
"Quand vient-elle ?" (When is she coming?) I asked, relief filling through me at my native tongue. My little escape from this cruel english-speaking world. Or australian, but I wasn't sure if that could count as english.
"Elle est ici." (She is here.) Remy drawled boredly. "Come on."
Pyro, who was looking quite confused from the quick french interaction, followed us aimlessly through the cold metal hallways. He still looked a tad unsteady on his feet, which was making me worried enough, and the horrible hospital look of the hallways definitely wasn't helping. I could barely suppress shivering.
When we walked into the 'main entry,' Magneto was already there, along with the blue woman. She was actually less blue than Pyro's mind portrayed, really more of a green-blue color, like murky seawater. Except seawater didn't have bright red hair. Her eyes were sharp and cunning, and were an unexplainable glowing yellow. Though her outfit was rather skimpy, nothing but a small top and a long (Though extremely tight) white skirt with skull decorations at the waist. I didn't understand why, but I had a compelling feeling to not like her. Or maybe I did understand why…
I was making my retreat into the corner as usual with visitors (Christopher had taught me not to be seen or heard), but Piotr stopped me. He motioned with a jerk of his chin that I was part of this, and, grudgingly, I complied.
"So you bring a complete stranger into your little assembly, but not your most loyal follower?" She exclaimed furiously, setting those glowing amber eyes on me. But that's not what caught my attention, it was her voice. She had a clever voice, a persuasive voice. With her skin and tone together, she was starting to remind me of a snake. Not a snake, the Snake, from the Garden of Eden. Before they were bound to crawl on their bellies, and forced to be silent.
"You have too many secrets and things to be held against me to be a follower." Magneto droned boredly, "And her powers are far more important-and successful- than yours." I was about to object to that, but Remy gave me a warning look. Just go with the flow, he crimson-on-black eyes whispered.
"I don't believe this! Replacing me with a mere child!" I glared at her. First of all, I didn't replace anyone. Secondly, eighteen-almost-nineteen is not a mere child. Not an eighteen-year-old who's been what I've been through, anyways.
"Stop making up excuses." I said in my unnerving voice. It was small and quiet, but had a definite eerie edge that sent shivers down other peoples' spines. It was my voice that I had learned to hide in middle school and high school, but had everyone scared in elementary. And the people around me never changed, even though my schools did. So I never had friends.
"What?" Mystique barked sharply at me.
"Magneto wouldn't have let you in his new group, anyways, so stop using me as an excuse. I'm not an excuse for you to use. You're too controlling, and would want your position raised up just one more step. Where he is now." I didn't know anything for sure, but I knew I had hit the mark at the look of slightly embarrassed horror on her face.
"Who told you that nonsense?" She demanded, but in a flustered way.
"I don't need to be told things. Your complainative behavior and ambitious attitude give you away. You're not that hard to read, especially with gypsy methods." I gave the tiniest, slightly creepy smile. At the word gypsy, I felt a surge go through my body as the creatures made an escape for freedom. Not now Dearies, I'll visit you in a moment.
But they obviously had other things in mind. I felt the pressure growing in my head, the familiar throbbing pain behind my eyeballs. I got a snobby, furious look from Mystique and a panicked, worried look from the rest. Especially Pyro.
I slowly lowered myself to my knees, which was no doubt much less painful than falling and splitting them open. That would definitely not be good. The pressure was building, but couldn't go anywhere. Kind of like slowly pulling a rubber band apart, the slow stretching, and then BAM! I let out a cry of surprise as demons and monsters of all shapes and sizes exploded into the room, roaring and screeching and… dancing.
The others froze in shock as an enormous white lion with glowing red eyes tentatively stepped toward my still figure. I felt warm breath on my cheek, and looked up to see a large pink nose, almost as big as my palm. "I knew you were real. I knew I saw you." I whispered, gently stroking his whiskers. I saw my reflection in his clear, pupil-less scarlet eyes. The others slowly faded, exhausted from their outer-mind trip, and my body and mind swelled to welcome them back. But, with everything, the lions and the gypsies stayed.
Garnet glared at Mystique for a moment, before flicking her off with two fingers while turning away. I couldn't help but smile.
Sapphire, on the other hand, seemed to be uniquely curious about this similarly-colored being. She was taller than most of the other gypsies, and made a rather intimidating figure when she walked up to her, but Mystique stood up bravely to this blue beast, forcing her back straighter and her glare defiant.
And I knew the others could see them, too, because of the looks of mixed horror and awe on their faces. Ariel walked up to Magneto, leaning her head down to sniff his helmet curiously. Her nose wrinkles in disgust, and she tried to swipe at him with her paw, but the giant black mitt phased right through Magneto's body. Ariel jumped back in surprise, frowning. To my confusion, Bucket-head had no practically no reaction at all. Ariel disappeared, and after a moment I felt her retreating back into the red-skied meadows. Sapphire and the other gypsies hesitantly came back, too, and last but most definitely not least, Abasalom.
Wait, no, there was a little CROWS, too. The little jelly-pink rat was scuttling around on the floor, the scarab's wings flapping uselessly. Though they had wings, I had never really considered granting them with the gift of flight. Scarabs aren't the smartest things, you know.
"Come on, little guy." The jelly rat pulled the reins back towards me, and the scarab made a mighty leap in the air, disappearing into a tiny strawberry-smelling puff. I looked around, amused, at the others' faces.
"What do you know? I'm not crazy after all."