OK, everyone. It's the third chapter. Yay! Don't own no one, except Sheryl,
Edward, Claire, and Isabel.
Kim opened her eyes slowly, taking in her surrounding's. She remembered the day before, and wondered idly if it was only a really psychotic dream. She was laying on a bed, in a light blue room, with a dresser, a desk, an armchair, several shelf's, and the bed she was laying in. There was a blue comforter and blue sheets covering her.
Her eyes went to the door on the far left side when she heard it open and a woman with short brown hair and kind, warm, brown eyes, walked in. She smiled reassuringly at Kim and held out a tray with a plate of eggs, sausage, hash browns, and a glass of orange juice on it. The woman set it on Kim's lap and then smoothed Kim's hair out of her face. Kim jerked away, out of habit. She looked at the woman.
"Where am I?" she asked, fearfully. The woman gave her another warm smile.
"Your at mine and my husband's home. Do you remember yesterday?" Kim looked at the woman, her fear etched plainly on her face. The was all the woman needed to see.
"It wasn't a dream? How come I can't hear what your thinking? What about my hands? And my flying? What happened to me, who are you?" She rambled off aimlessly. Kim looked up as a older gentleman walked into the room.
"My name is Sheryl, this is Edward. You can't use your gifts because were using our gifts, telepathy, and telekinesis, to control it. What do you know about mutants?" Sheryl asked Kim. She looked up at Sheryl and Edward and with tears in her eyes, asked
"I'm one, aren't I? I'm a mutant. Why, how?" Kim broke down then, just sobbing and looking down at her hands. A sudden realization came to her, and she looked up,
"What happened to coach? And the girls?" Kim caught the look that the woman threw to the man, and didn't like it.
"They called the police. We found out about you and got you out of there. We need to teach you to control your mutation, then you'll be able to leave if you want. There are two other girls here, Isabel and Claire. We hope you can trust us. Do you think you can?" Sheryl asked her. Kim just looked at her. Edward smiled.
"OK, why don't we let you eat? We'll come back later, OK?" Sheryl stood up, and hesitated before kissing her on the forehead. She then walked out, Edward trailing after her. He took one last look at her before walking out the door and shutting it softly behind him. She looked at the food on her plate and felt like throwing up.
She looked around the room again, noticing things she hadn't before. There were three suitcases, and several boxes in a corner of the room. She picked up the tray and put it on the bedside table. She went over to the suitcase's and recognized them as hers. Kimberly opened the one closest to her and found it overflowing with her clothes that should have been in her drawers at the compound. She swallowed the lump that had formed itself into her throat and forced herself to open the box nearest to her, and found exactly what she had been expecting. Her stuff, pictures, nick knack's, just plain junk, was packed into the box. She opened another box and found the picture of Tommy and her at the homecoming dance sitting on top of her sheets for her bed. She looked at the two of them totally happy, and dropped it. Burying her face in her hands, she sobbed.
She sat there for about five minutes, just crying her heart out, when she heard a slight knock on the door. She looked up and saw a girl about her age with shoulder length pale red hair and green eyes, poked her head around the door. She stepped in all the way and Kim saw the pair of short- shorts and tank top she had on. Kim wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. The girl smiled. She sat down, Indian style next to Kim and picked up the picture of Tommy and her.
"He's cute. Who is he? Oh and by the way, I'm Isabel, but my code name is Tiger Eye. What's your name?" she looked at Kim waiting an answer. Kim blinked. How could this girl be so cheerful knowing that she was a freak?
"Kimberly. And that's my boyfriend. His names Tommy. What's your curse?" She asked bitterly, even as she gazed lovingly at the picture. The cheerful smile on Isabel's face vanished. She took a deep breath.
"I don't think of it as a curse, but a gift. I can change into a tiger. My body changes but my eyes stay the same color, green. Tiger Eye. Claire's gift is the ability to turn invisible. Her code name is Spirit. Why don't you start unpacking? I need to talk to Sheryl." With that she got up, grabbed the tray, and walked out the door, closing it softly behind her.
"Unpack?" she asked herself. Kim looked at all the boxes and felt the tears threatening to fall again. She held them back and stood up. She picked up the picture, and set it down on her bedside table. She quickly searched the room, finding a bathroom through one door and a small closet, through another. The bathroom connected to another bedroom, this one in yellow. She figured it was probably either Isabel's or that other girl, Claire's.
She sat down on the bed and fingered the quilt on the end. Looking around she realized that she couldn't go back. She was a freak now, they would never let her compete. She sighed. Looking at a picture of Tommy, Jason, and herself, taken just before Jason left for Switzerland, she made a vow. She would be strong, she would learn to live with what had happened to her, and learn to control these powers, even if it killed her. The mental picture of her hands on fire came to mind, and she realized, it just might. But she would do it. For Tommy and Jason. They always said she was strong, now she had to find out just how strong she really was.
She heard another knock on the door and turned to see another girl, her brown hair pulled into a messy bun, her blue eyes sweeping across the boxes, and suitcases, step into the room. Isabel was right behind her. They both took a box and started to take things out. She looked at them as if they were nuts. Isabel gave her a look, before shaking her head.
"Your going to be here for a while, so if you want to have to go through boxes to try and find something when you need it, fine by me, but it would be a lot easier to just unpack. Oh, and this is Claire. Are you going to keep staring at us or do we have to decide where to put everything, ourselves?" she smiled gently, to ease the verbal blow. Kim sighed again. *This is my new life, better get use to it.* She bent down and started unpacking, putting things here and there and giving small curt explanation's for different items. It would have been pleasant, except for the fact that the air was full of tension.
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"Kim, are you OK?" Isabel asked her. It had been a week since Kim had arrived, and she, Isabel, and Claire were sitting in her room just talking. Kim hadn't left her room much, except three times to go to lesson's with Edward. After the lesson's were over, she would immediately retreat back into her room. She practiced the blocking technique Edward had taught her to keep the voices and thoughts out of her head. It was hard, and sometimes she couldn't concentrate hard enough and the voices would invade again. When that would happen, Sheryl would come in and give her a sedative, to calm her down.
"No I'm not. I decided something earlier. Could you two do me a favor?" she pulled a envelope with Tommy's name and the address of the Youth Center on it.
"Could you mail this for me? Its already addressed and everything. All it needs is to be mailed." She handed the envelope to Isabel. She looked it over and smiled sadly at Kim. They both knew what was inside the letter. She looked out the window. Isabel squeezed her shoulder and stuffed it into her pocket. Kim willed herself not to cry. She looked at the two girls.
"Oh, and one more thing. I'm no longer Kimberly. My new name is Vixen. Could you tell Sheryl and Edward? Thanks." The girls nodded. They watched as she took on a faraway look, not paying them the least of attention.
Isabel looked at Claire and motioned for her to follow her. They walked out the door, leaving Kim to her thoughts. Kim stared out the window, tears silently making there way down her cheeks.
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A/n's: I'm going to refer to Kimberly by her new name, Vixen, from now on. Just thought you would like to know.
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Vixen walked down the stairs, slowly, cautiously. It was three days since Kimberly had 'died' and Vixen had taken her place. She looked into the kitchen, and saw Sheryl and Isabel making dinner. She stood in the doorway uncertainly, waiting for the two woman to notice her. Neither did, but when Edward came into the kitchen from the dining room, he saw her.
"Vixen! Decided to join us? Come on, I'll show you how to cut carrots really fast." he offered. She gave a small smile and walked fully into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Edward sat down next to her and two knives and a bag of carrots floated over to them. He smiled.
"Telekinesis is one of the best mutations, in my personal opinion." He stated, and she heard Isabel giggle. Vixen watched Edward cut carrots for a few minutes then a carrot floated out of the bag and landed in front of her. She picked up the knife and started cutting carrots, following Edward's lead. She looked up as she heard the door open and Claire's voice echoing in the house.
"I'm home!" she said in a singsong voice, and stopped dead in her tracks when she entered the kitchen and saw Vixen cutting carrots. A large smile crossed her face.
"Vixie! You've decided to join the land of the living!" Vixen snorted. She had gotten use to Claire's weird sense of humor and the nickname she had given her. Claire came and sat down next to her and took the knife that Edward had set down, and joined Vixen in cutting carrots. They talked around her, about this and that. Vixen would give her opinion on certain matters, and every time she did, Edward and Sheryl would share a small smile.
When they were finished with dinner, eating and all, Vixen followed Edward into the practice room. It was a fairly large room with metal plating on the walls. It was also almost completely empty except for the three chairs next to the far wall, and a metal table in the center of the room. Vixen stood next to the table, watching Edward put on the protective armor, a pair of gloves, a small shield over his chest and a pads over his legs. She was going to practice controlling her fire, and they wanted to be careful.
Sheryl walked in just as Edward finished putting the shield over his chest. She set down a bag full of stuff for her to practice on, candles, paper, logs of wood. She placed a log on the table, and smiled at Vixen as she walked back to the chairs and sat down. Isabel and Claire came in and sat down as well. Edward looked at her, and nodded.
"I'm going to release my grip on your mind, slowly, just like last time, OK?" she nodded and felt the tingly sensation in her head that she had learned to ignore, begin to fade away. Vixen looked down at her hands and saw the fire swallowing her hands, and immediately her heart jumped. She quickly took several deep breaths and calmed herself.
At last the he released her mind completely from his and she started concentrating on her hands for the fire to fade into nothingness. Slowly, the fire engulfing her hands faded, until her hands were no longer hand torches, as Claire had jokingly called them. She didn't think it was funny when Claire had first said it, and she still didn't. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding and turned to the table and Edward, who was standing on the other side.
"What now?" she asked the garbed man. He pointed to the log and raised his eyebrows.
"Send a stream of fire at the right end. Visualize it in your head, make sure you control the flame, and try not to burn me." he joked. She giggled and almost lost her grip on the fire. She lifted her right hand and visualized in her mind, a stream of fire shooting from her palm to the right end of the log. A couple seconds passed, and then miraculously, a small string of flames inched it's way to the log. When the log finally caught on fire, she concentrated on keeping it under control, but to no avail. The fire kept shooting out of her palm, and the flames engulfed the entire log. She quickly concentrated on holding the fire in, and almost immediately the fire was pulled back into her hand. She closed her fist. She let out a frustrated sigh.
"I'm never going to get this!" she stated looking at her hands. She raised her eyes to meet Edward's dark brown ones, thinking he would be upset, and blinked. He was grinning.
"Very good, Vixen. Your getting better. When you realized you couldn't control the fire on the log and the fire in your palm at the same time, you quickly forgot about the fire on the log, and concentrated on getting the fire in your hands instead." She nodded. He looked at the log, studying it. He looked up at Sheryl and nodded. He turned back to Vixen.
"Lets try it again, but this time, I want you to only spark the log, then pull the fire back into your palm, and control the fire on the log, keeping the fire in your hands at the same time. OK?" she nodded. Sheryl took a the fire extinguisher and put out the log. She took a large pair of tongs, picked the log up, and carried it to a corner of the room, so it could cool down.
They worked like this, until ten o'clock, then they called it quits. Vixen felt Edward enter her mind and sighed. She couldn't wait until she wouldn't need anyone to do that for her. She walked upstairs with Isabel and Claire.
She said goodnight and walked into her room. She rummaged though her drawers and pulled out a pair of woman's boxers and a over size white tee- shirt with a picture of the power rangers on the front. She walked into the bathroom and quickly changed. She rapped twice on Claire's door, letting her know she was done using the bathroom, and walked back into her room, shutting the bathroom door behind her.
She drew back the covers and sat down. She picked up her brush, and combed her hair, putting it into a tight bun, so it would be easier to control in the morning. She set down her brush and crawled into bed. She looked at the four pictures on her bedside table. The homecoming one was behind a picture of the original gang, a picture of her, her mother, her father, her brother and Pierre. It had been taken at Pierre and her mothers wedding. Her dad had come to offer his blessing and she had insisted on a picture of the five of them. Lastly, a picture of her and Jason sat closest to her bed.
She had sent an E-mail to Jason, explaining that she had moved and didn't have a phone yet, so she could only talk to him threw the Internet. It wasn't a total lie. She DID moved, but she had a phone. She just didn't want to talk to him. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to tell him what had happened. She sighed. She set her alarm clock to seven am, then turned off the light and fell into dreams of Jason, Billy, Trini, Zack and herself playing in the park.
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Vixen looked around at the group. They were looking at her with looks she couldn't decipher. She took a deep breath.
"That was what my life had become. I lived with Edward, Sheryl, Isabel, and Claire. We would work at night on my gifts, and do school during the day. It was….nice." she finally said. She focused her attention on Scott as he asked,
"What made you leave? If you were happy there, why did you leave?" she swallowed.
"I'm getting to that." She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
"What Izzey, Claire and I didn't' know was that Sheryl and Edward had been threatened. Who ever wrote it said we all deserved to be dead. People didn't agree on our way of life, we knew that. However, we never expected people to take matters into there own hands, but that's exactly what they did……"
Kim opened her eyes slowly, taking in her surrounding's. She remembered the day before, and wondered idly if it was only a really psychotic dream. She was laying on a bed, in a light blue room, with a dresser, a desk, an armchair, several shelf's, and the bed she was laying in. There was a blue comforter and blue sheets covering her.
Her eyes went to the door on the far left side when she heard it open and a woman with short brown hair and kind, warm, brown eyes, walked in. She smiled reassuringly at Kim and held out a tray with a plate of eggs, sausage, hash browns, and a glass of orange juice on it. The woman set it on Kim's lap and then smoothed Kim's hair out of her face. Kim jerked away, out of habit. She looked at the woman.
"Where am I?" she asked, fearfully. The woman gave her another warm smile.
"Your at mine and my husband's home. Do you remember yesterday?" Kim looked at the woman, her fear etched plainly on her face. The was all the woman needed to see.
"It wasn't a dream? How come I can't hear what your thinking? What about my hands? And my flying? What happened to me, who are you?" She rambled off aimlessly. Kim looked up as a older gentleman walked into the room.
"My name is Sheryl, this is Edward. You can't use your gifts because were using our gifts, telepathy, and telekinesis, to control it. What do you know about mutants?" Sheryl asked Kim. She looked up at Sheryl and Edward and with tears in her eyes, asked
"I'm one, aren't I? I'm a mutant. Why, how?" Kim broke down then, just sobbing and looking down at her hands. A sudden realization came to her, and she looked up,
"What happened to coach? And the girls?" Kim caught the look that the woman threw to the man, and didn't like it.
"They called the police. We found out about you and got you out of there. We need to teach you to control your mutation, then you'll be able to leave if you want. There are two other girls here, Isabel and Claire. We hope you can trust us. Do you think you can?" Sheryl asked her. Kim just looked at her. Edward smiled.
"OK, why don't we let you eat? We'll come back later, OK?" Sheryl stood up, and hesitated before kissing her on the forehead. She then walked out, Edward trailing after her. He took one last look at her before walking out the door and shutting it softly behind him. She looked at the food on her plate and felt like throwing up.
She looked around the room again, noticing things she hadn't before. There were three suitcases, and several boxes in a corner of the room. She picked up the tray and put it on the bedside table. She went over to the suitcase's and recognized them as hers. Kimberly opened the one closest to her and found it overflowing with her clothes that should have been in her drawers at the compound. She swallowed the lump that had formed itself into her throat and forced herself to open the box nearest to her, and found exactly what she had been expecting. Her stuff, pictures, nick knack's, just plain junk, was packed into the box. She opened another box and found the picture of Tommy and her at the homecoming dance sitting on top of her sheets for her bed. She looked at the two of them totally happy, and dropped it. Burying her face in her hands, she sobbed.
She sat there for about five minutes, just crying her heart out, when she heard a slight knock on the door. She looked up and saw a girl about her age with shoulder length pale red hair and green eyes, poked her head around the door. She stepped in all the way and Kim saw the pair of short- shorts and tank top she had on. Kim wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. The girl smiled. She sat down, Indian style next to Kim and picked up the picture of Tommy and her.
"He's cute. Who is he? Oh and by the way, I'm Isabel, but my code name is Tiger Eye. What's your name?" she looked at Kim waiting an answer. Kim blinked. How could this girl be so cheerful knowing that she was a freak?
"Kimberly. And that's my boyfriend. His names Tommy. What's your curse?" She asked bitterly, even as she gazed lovingly at the picture. The cheerful smile on Isabel's face vanished. She took a deep breath.
"I don't think of it as a curse, but a gift. I can change into a tiger. My body changes but my eyes stay the same color, green. Tiger Eye. Claire's gift is the ability to turn invisible. Her code name is Spirit. Why don't you start unpacking? I need to talk to Sheryl." With that she got up, grabbed the tray, and walked out the door, closing it softly behind her.
"Unpack?" she asked herself. Kim looked at all the boxes and felt the tears threatening to fall again. She held them back and stood up. She picked up the picture, and set it down on her bedside table. She quickly searched the room, finding a bathroom through one door and a small closet, through another. The bathroom connected to another bedroom, this one in yellow. She figured it was probably either Isabel's or that other girl, Claire's.
She sat down on the bed and fingered the quilt on the end. Looking around she realized that she couldn't go back. She was a freak now, they would never let her compete. She sighed. Looking at a picture of Tommy, Jason, and herself, taken just before Jason left for Switzerland, she made a vow. She would be strong, she would learn to live with what had happened to her, and learn to control these powers, even if it killed her. The mental picture of her hands on fire came to mind, and she realized, it just might. But she would do it. For Tommy and Jason. They always said she was strong, now she had to find out just how strong she really was.
She heard another knock on the door and turned to see another girl, her brown hair pulled into a messy bun, her blue eyes sweeping across the boxes, and suitcases, step into the room. Isabel was right behind her. They both took a box and started to take things out. She looked at them as if they were nuts. Isabel gave her a look, before shaking her head.
"Your going to be here for a while, so if you want to have to go through boxes to try and find something when you need it, fine by me, but it would be a lot easier to just unpack. Oh, and this is Claire. Are you going to keep staring at us or do we have to decide where to put everything, ourselves?" she smiled gently, to ease the verbal blow. Kim sighed again. *This is my new life, better get use to it.* She bent down and started unpacking, putting things here and there and giving small curt explanation's for different items. It would have been pleasant, except for the fact that the air was full of tension.
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"Kim, are you OK?" Isabel asked her. It had been a week since Kim had arrived, and she, Isabel, and Claire were sitting in her room just talking. Kim hadn't left her room much, except three times to go to lesson's with Edward. After the lesson's were over, she would immediately retreat back into her room. She practiced the blocking technique Edward had taught her to keep the voices and thoughts out of her head. It was hard, and sometimes she couldn't concentrate hard enough and the voices would invade again. When that would happen, Sheryl would come in and give her a sedative, to calm her down.
"No I'm not. I decided something earlier. Could you two do me a favor?" she pulled a envelope with Tommy's name and the address of the Youth Center on it.
"Could you mail this for me? Its already addressed and everything. All it needs is to be mailed." She handed the envelope to Isabel. She looked it over and smiled sadly at Kim. They both knew what was inside the letter. She looked out the window. Isabel squeezed her shoulder and stuffed it into her pocket. Kim willed herself not to cry. She looked at the two girls.
"Oh, and one more thing. I'm no longer Kimberly. My new name is Vixen. Could you tell Sheryl and Edward? Thanks." The girls nodded. They watched as she took on a faraway look, not paying them the least of attention.
Isabel looked at Claire and motioned for her to follow her. They walked out the door, leaving Kim to her thoughts. Kim stared out the window, tears silently making there way down her cheeks.
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A/n's: I'm going to refer to Kimberly by her new name, Vixen, from now on. Just thought you would like to know.
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Vixen walked down the stairs, slowly, cautiously. It was three days since Kimberly had 'died' and Vixen had taken her place. She looked into the kitchen, and saw Sheryl and Isabel making dinner. She stood in the doorway uncertainly, waiting for the two woman to notice her. Neither did, but when Edward came into the kitchen from the dining room, he saw her.
"Vixen! Decided to join us? Come on, I'll show you how to cut carrots really fast." he offered. She gave a small smile and walked fully into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Edward sat down next to her and two knives and a bag of carrots floated over to them. He smiled.
"Telekinesis is one of the best mutations, in my personal opinion." He stated, and she heard Isabel giggle. Vixen watched Edward cut carrots for a few minutes then a carrot floated out of the bag and landed in front of her. She picked up the knife and started cutting carrots, following Edward's lead. She looked up as she heard the door open and Claire's voice echoing in the house.
"I'm home!" she said in a singsong voice, and stopped dead in her tracks when she entered the kitchen and saw Vixen cutting carrots. A large smile crossed her face.
"Vixie! You've decided to join the land of the living!" Vixen snorted. She had gotten use to Claire's weird sense of humor and the nickname she had given her. Claire came and sat down next to her and took the knife that Edward had set down, and joined Vixen in cutting carrots. They talked around her, about this and that. Vixen would give her opinion on certain matters, and every time she did, Edward and Sheryl would share a small smile.
When they were finished with dinner, eating and all, Vixen followed Edward into the practice room. It was a fairly large room with metal plating on the walls. It was also almost completely empty except for the three chairs next to the far wall, and a metal table in the center of the room. Vixen stood next to the table, watching Edward put on the protective armor, a pair of gloves, a small shield over his chest and a pads over his legs. She was going to practice controlling her fire, and they wanted to be careful.
Sheryl walked in just as Edward finished putting the shield over his chest. She set down a bag full of stuff for her to practice on, candles, paper, logs of wood. She placed a log on the table, and smiled at Vixen as she walked back to the chairs and sat down. Isabel and Claire came in and sat down as well. Edward looked at her, and nodded.
"I'm going to release my grip on your mind, slowly, just like last time, OK?" she nodded and felt the tingly sensation in her head that she had learned to ignore, begin to fade away. Vixen looked down at her hands and saw the fire swallowing her hands, and immediately her heart jumped. She quickly took several deep breaths and calmed herself.
At last the he released her mind completely from his and she started concentrating on her hands for the fire to fade into nothingness. Slowly, the fire engulfing her hands faded, until her hands were no longer hand torches, as Claire had jokingly called them. She didn't think it was funny when Claire had first said it, and she still didn't. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding and turned to the table and Edward, who was standing on the other side.
"What now?" she asked the garbed man. He pointed to the log and raised his eyebrows.
"Send a stream of fire at the right end. Visualize it in your head, make sure you control the flame, and try not to burn me." he joked. She giggled and almost lost her grip on the fire. She lifted her right hand and visualized in her mind, a stream of fire shooting from her palm to the right end of the log. A couple seconds passed, and then miraculously, a small string of flames inched it's way to the log. When the log finally caught on fire, she concentrated on keeping it under control, but to no avail. The fire kept shooting out of her palm, and the flames engulfed the entire log. She quickly concentrated on holding the fire in, and almost immediately the fire was pulled back into her hand. She closed her fist. She let out a frustrated sigh.
"I'm never going to get this!" she stated looking at her hands. She raised her eyes to meet Edward's dark brown ones, thinking he would be upset, and blinked. He was grinning.
"Very good, Vixen. Your getting better. When you realized you couldn't control the fire on the log and the fire in your palm at the same time, you quickly forgot about the fire on the log, and concentrated on getting the fire in your hands instead." She nodded. He looked at the log, studying it. He looked up at Sheryl and nodded. He turned back to Vixen.
"Lets try it again, but this time, I want you to only spark the log, then pull the fire back into your palm, and control the fire on the log, keeping the fire in your hands at the same time. OK?" she nodded. Sheryl took a the fire extinguisher and put out the log. She took a large pair of tongs, picked the log up, and carried it to a corner of the room, so it could cool down.
They worked like this, until ten o'clock, then they called it quits. Vixen felt Edward enter her mind and sighed. She couldn't wait until she wouldn't need anyone to do that for her. She walked upstairs with Isabel and Claire.
She said goodnight and walked into her room. She rummaged though her drawers and pulled out a pair of woman's boxers and a over size white tee- shirt with a picture of the power rangers on the front. She walked into the bathroom and quickly changed. She rapped twice on Claire's door, letting her know she was done using the bathroom, and walked back into her room, shutting the bathroom door behind her.
She drew back the covers and sat down. She picked up her brush, and combed her hair, putting it into a tight bun, so it would be easier to control in the morning. She set down her brush and crawled into bed. She looked at the four pictures on her bedside table. The homecoming one was behind a picture of the original gang, a picture of her, her mother, her father, her brother and Pierre. It had been taken at Pierre and her mothers wedding. Her dad had come to offer his blessing and she had insisted on a picture of the five of them. Lastly, a picture of her and Jason sat closest to her bed.
She had sent an E-mail to Jason, explaining that she had moved and didn't have a phone yet, so she could only talk to him threw the Internet. It wasn't a total lie. She DID moved, but she had a phone. She just didn't want to talk to him. For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to tell him what had happened. She sighed. She set her alarm clock to seven am, then turned off the light and fell into dreams of Jason, Billy, Trini, Zack and herself playing in the park.
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Vixen looked around at the group. They were looking at her with looks she couldn't decipher. She took a deep breath.
"That was what my life had become. I lived with Edward, Sheryl, Isabel, and Claire. We would work at night on my gifts, and do school during the day. It was….nice." she finally said. She focused her attention on Scott as he asked,
"What made you leave? If you were happy there, why did you leave?" she swallowed.
"I'm getting to that." She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
"What Izzey, Claire and I didn't' know was that Sheryl and Edward had been threatened. Who ever wrote it said we all deserved to be dead. People didn't agree on our way of life, we knew that. However, we never expected people to take matters into there own hands, but that's exactly what they did……"
