Two days later...
"You were invited to join Mutant X, and you refused? Are you nuts?!"
Angel glared at Michelle Anderson. "Michelle, you are my best friend, but if you don't let this go, I'm going to hurt you."
"But why???"Michelle asked. "Why would you pass up a chance of a lifetime?"
Angel frowned, and took a bite of her hamburger. This was not a conversation she wanted to have in a crowded mall. "Do we have to go into this now?"
"YES!!!" Michelle pushed away her half-eaten salad, and leaned forward. "Spill."
Angel sighed. "X-Factor needs me," she said.
Michelle shook her head. "I'm not buying, girlfriend. Mutant X needs you more than X-Factor does, and you know it. Now spill!"
"Adam," Angel admitted reluctantly.
"Adam? The leader of Mutant X?"
Angel nodded. "Michelle, my name may be Angel, but you and I both know I'm far from being one. I don't want to put Adam in danger. Plus, I'm afraid he's going to have these high expectation because of my powers, and I don't want to fall short." She got up. "Listen, now you know, so drop it. We're gonna be late."
Michelle shook her head, as the two walked into Grafix, the clothing store where both girls worked. "I still think you're an idiot," she muttered under her breath.
"So you join," Angel muttered back, before turning to a customer. "Would you like to try that on?"
The customer smiled. "I'm not sure," she said thoughtfully
Michelle, walking past, elbowed Angel, and grinned. Angel grinned back, then shook her head. She had made a vow never to telepathically manipulate a customer's mind, but Michelle had no such inhibitions. Michelle was a Feral Feline, and loved to use her Mutant powers - for anything. Angel watched as Michelle sidled up to a male customer and smiled seductively, pouring on the feral charm.
"Do you think this would look good on me?"
Angel sighed, and turned back to the customer. "Probably, but-"she plucked a shirt off a nearby rack. "This would look stunning."
The customer smiled. "Thanks."
Suddenly, a scream rang through the air.
"You were invited to join Mutant X, and you refused? Are you nuts?!"
Angel glared at Michelle Anderson. "Michelle, you are my best friend, but if you don't let this go, I'm going to hurt you."
"But why???"Michelle asked. "Why would you pass up a chance of a lifetime?"
Angel frowned, and took a bite of her hamburger. This was not a conversation she wanted to have in a crowded mall. "Do we have to go into this now?"
"YES!!!" Michelle pushed away her half-eaten salad, and leaned forward. "Spill."
Angel sighed. "X-Factor needs me," she said.
Michelle shook her head. "I'm not buying, girlfriend. Mutant X needs you more than X-Factor does, and you know it. Now spill!"
"Adam," Angel admitted reluctantly.
"Adam? The leader of Mutant X?"
Angel nodded. "Michelle, my name may be Angel, but you and I both know I'm far from being one. I don't want to put Adam in danger. Plus, I'm afraid he's going to have these high expectation because of my powers, and I don't want to fall short." She got up. "Listen, now you know, so drop it. We're gonna be late."
Michelle shook her head, as the two walked into Grafix, the clothing store where both girls worked. "I still think you're an idiot," she muttered under her breath.
"So you join," Angel muttered back, before turning to a customer. "Would you like to try that on?"
The customer smiled. "I'm not sure," she said thoughtfully
Michelle, walking past, elbowed Angel, and grinned. Angel grinned back, then shook her head. She had made a vow never to telepathically manipulate a customer's mind, but Michelle had no such inhibitions. Michelle was a Feral Feline, and loved to use her Mutant powers - for anything. Angel watched as Michelle sidled up to a male customer and smiled seductively, pouring on the feral charm.
"Do you think this would look good on me?"
Angel sighed, and turned back to the customer. "Probably, but-"she plucked a shirt off a nearby rack. "This would look stunning."
The customer smiled. "Thanks."
Suddenly, a scream rang through the air.
