NOTE: I want to thank every single person who reviewed Chapter 6, you are my inspiration. I created the character named Allison and I continue to call Denise, Rogue and viceversa. This is actually half of a chapter. I started on Chapter 7 and got carried away. Please excuse the weird font I am getting used to using Microsoft Word.
"So we're gonna see mah sistah tomorrow", Rogue said comfortably as she snuggled closer into Gambit. His trademark trenchcoat over his clothes kept Rogue from absorbing his abilities but she could still feel his soothing warmth through the coat.
"I jus' wanna see if Macy is as beautiful as you are cher. Perhaps beauty runs in your family too", Gambit said running his fingers through Rogue's hair.
"Flattery gets yah nowhere yah know", Denise said. "Oh well it was worth a shot petit….can ah getta kiss den?", Gambit said. Rogue reached over to the other end of the couch, picked up a pillow, and playfully hit Gambit over the head with the pillow. "Oh its like dat den?", Gambit said and grabbed his own pillow. Within moments the two were engaged in a pillow fight.
"So any of this…I tell you…will be a secret right?", Allison said.
"Ah think da word yah lookin' fo' is confidential", Macy said, "And besides nothin' is confidential until yah tell me exactly why yah here and den we'll discuss a fee".
"Uh…..fee? Listen I'm a runaway I don't have much money", Allison said.
Macy looked at Allison's tired wary face and dirty jeans. "Dats pretty obvious. So where are yah from and why are yah here?", Macy asked.
"I'm from Montana, " Allison answered.
"Montana? What'cha doin' dis far down south?", Macy asked.
"I'm pregnant", Allison said bluntly. She didn't seem embarrassed but clutched her stomach protectively.
"Dats why yah here?', Macy asked.
Allison got up then and walked over to the window. The window looked out over the street below since Macy's law office was on the second floor. Her husband, Robbie, was a real estate agent and had his own real estate company downstairs on the first floor. Allison brushed a strand of black hair behind her ear and then turned back to Macy.
"People say you're a mutie lawyer and if that's true I need your help", Allison said.
"Are yah a mutant?," Macy asked.
Allison didn't answer. "Ah take dat as a yes. What can Ah do to help?', Macy asked.
Allison took a deep breath and then said, "I was raped in Saint Joseph, Missouri 2 weeks ago", Allison said.
"And yah didn't report this to the police?", Macy asked softly.
"I'm a mutant! The police wouldn't have done shit!", Allison yelled. As she yelled her black hair took on a reddish hue and her skin took on a pinkish hue.
"Calm down Allison. So who did it to yah?," Macy asked.
" A guy named Peter. I liked him a lot and we did things together and then things got out of hand and he…", Allison didn't bother to finish her sentence. She cried silently to herself until Macy cautiously came around her desk to Allison's side. She pulled a Kleenex out of her pocket and handed the tissue to Allison. Allison took the tissue and put it to her face still continuing to cry silently. Within moments Allison had composed herself again and the only evidence of her crying were her swollen eyes.
"So will you catch that asshole?", Allison said through clenched teeth.
"Well I'll need a last name but Ah gotta feelin' we'll find him", Macy said.
"..So yah got somewhere to stay?," Macy asked.
"Just got here last night. I slept in the doorway of your law office", Allison said.
"Well no pregnant girl Ah know is sleepin' in some doorway. Yah stayin' with me and mah family. Yah hungry?," Macy said.
"Hell yeah I'm hungry…what about that fee?", Allison said.
"Dis is on da house", Macy said.
"Da bathroom is on da third door on da lef'," Macy said.
"Thanks Ms. Davis," Allison said and went in the bathroom.
Macy went into the living room to hang up her hat. Even though she'd only known Allison 2 hours ago she already felt a connection to the girl. Probably because the girl reminded Macy of her long lost sister Denise; mature for someone so young but still vulnerable. Macy could remember the verbal quarrels the two had had whenever they played a game. Denise usually got her way because she was the youngest and because she could throw a pretty good right hook for a 4-year-old. Then there were times when Denise would have moments where she'd sit by herself with an utterly painful expression of loneliness on her face even though she had two sisters and numerous cousins and children of family friends to play with. Macy had always wanted to go comfort Denise when she was in these "phases" but her mother always stopped her and told her that Denise was just an old soul and would eventually grow out of the phases.
Just then the doorbell rang. Macy walked down the hallway that led to the front door. Just as her fingers graced the doorknob. She felt a slight nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach. The vision exploded into her mind before she could even try to block it off.
All of her premonitions were in black and white and they always saw a bad or drastic event that was going to happen in the future.
The first thing she saw was Allison tied to a pole with a tear rolling down her cheek. An Asian teenage girl was next to her tied to another pole. She wasn't crying but instead looked very determined. She appeared to be trying to comfort Allison. Both of the girls had a strange collar. Then she saw 2 women walk into the room. One had a weird white streak through her hair and the other one had dark skin and bright hair and eyes. She appeared to be wearing a white dress. Macy would recognize that woman anywhere: the lady that had taken her sister from her and terrified her in her own childhood nightmares. The two women shook hands even though the one with the white streak had gloves on and Allison and the Asian girl tied to the pole shivered in fear. Suddenly the premonition ended.
Macy grabbed onto the doorknob for support and pulled herself to her feet. She shook the fatigue from her mind as best as she could, straightened her hair, and opened the door.