Epilogue
"As dawn breaks on this, the third day of the siege at Terminal City, the situation is tense but unchanged," said the reporter from the small TV set in the corner of the dingy bar in Portland where three unhappy X5s sat, "While several hundred transgenics remain barricaded inside the restricted area, police and National Guard stand an uneasy watch at the perimeter--each side seemingly waiting to see what the other will do next."
"You think Max is okay?" asked Cree, sitting back enjoying a beer.
"Yeah," said Trigs, smiling at the TV footage of Max, her head leaning back against the wall of the grungy diner.
"I wonder if my baby sister is okay."
"She is Cree."
"What was she thinking, going with Dragon," said Cree, leaning back and frowning. Cree was a handsome young man with deep brown curls and forest green eyes.
"She was probably thinking she wanted to be out on her own," said Trigs, a beautiful black girl with puffy hair, "She also was probably thinking she had to do something."
"Crazy fool," said Cree, "Come on Trigsie. We're going to Seattle to see Max."
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"Finnigan I'm gonna kill you," said Frankie as she and her brother stumbled through the crowd of people heading out of Seattle.
"She's here," said Finn, "I swear it Frankie."
"Finn, I'm pregnant, I can't run," she said. Frankie looked up and saw Helicopters in the sky. She ran her hand through her red hair, and glanced at herself in a mirror. Her blue eyes seemed hazy, possibly because of her tiredness.
"Almost there Frank," said Finn, smiling. His grey eyes lit up as they ventured deeper into Seattle, his blue hair acting as a beacon for his sister.
"Bastard," said Frankie.
*+*+*
"I tell you," said Dragon, arguing with an X8 he picked up on the road, "There are hundreds of Transgenics in Seattle."
"Really?" said the little boy.
"Yep," he said, "My sister is going there."
"What's she like?"
"Adam is my angel."
"What's an angel?"
"Someone you can't live without," he said, leaning back. Dragon had picked up an old jeep, and made it run with the help of a mechanic. He gazed around the cab with his violet eyes and ran his fingers through his black hair. He knew it was going to be a long ride.
*+*+*
"I appreciate this Mia," said Adam, smiling at her old friend.
"Anytime little one," said Mia, looking out the window of her Toronto Apartment.
"I'm going to Seattle."
"I know."
"How?"
"Honey, you're not the only one who can read minds."
"You think it's a good idea?"
"No, but who am I to stand in the way of your dreams."
AN: There is a sequel in the works. More of a story with a few Vingettes in the middle. Please add this and it to your favourites. I feel unloved. I'm no ones favourite ;)
