e-mail: Slaya@rock.com
A/N: «Do not be unhappy because no one in this world knows of you.
Why do you believe that you are so important that we should know about you?
And when you will be that important, without even giving it a thought….they will know about it.»
Confucie
Never felt so low (taking a closer look on Domino this time)
Chapter fifteen-Who do you think you are?
By The Opal Jade aka Slaya
People now look at me like I m normal, lika i m not a mutant.
But they are mistaken. It s the poison of their filthy mind that can t rest from picking on those like me. The awful stupid make up is covering my black beauty. Just because of the mission, because of the FOH.
Some guy tries to hit on me. Not a bad looker. Not a bad looker at all. But he s so poisonly stupid. So I decided to stop the fucking sharade.
-So….tough guy….what s your poison?
-My what?!
End game. No way. If someone can t answer that. No. Just simply no.
If he can t answer that that means that he s empty as a hell hole. God….I am sooo starting to sound like Craft. Maybe if we stop hanging around as much….
Anyway..the guy is empty and scared from the possobility of thinking straight.
No matter.
He doesn t know his own poison. What kind of a persondoesn t know that?
I m really tempted to try out my new power of braking stuff (under the condition that it envolves my good luck). But….hold it Dom, hold it.
It s not something that you would exactly want to waste around for nogthing.
Craft, Hipnotia, Emma and wolwerine are now full flegded members of the FOH. Lucky them. If only those asses knew who was among them. I can t get it how, just how does Craft handle it all. It s above my league.
Phone call. A nuder one. Will they ever stop? This is officialy the most boring job in the world.
The FOH. A nuder big order.
What s my poison?
Right now. I d have to go with a warm but stiff bed, a hot man laying in it and a summer brezze without any cigarete smoke. These people here act as if they live of it.
Well I don t. So I pull the cig out of the mans hand. The one blowing the smoke straight to my face the whole time, he thinks that it s hot or sometin.
Well it ain t.
-Who da hell do you little punk think you are?!?
He almost screams. I don t know. It kinda seems like a little babys cry when it loses it s pacifier.
-I m Domino. I think that the question should go back straight to you. Who the fuck are you?
My boss aproaches, gives me his wise-ass tounge whoppin. Like it means something to me.
He demanded me to apologise. I had to keep the job. The mission. And I had to act like a normal girl.
It was hard on me. To apologise just because I didn hav any other way to go bout it. To bow my head down in front and underneath of a drunken sexist ass.
I get the food. It s a short walk from here to there. To the FOH secret headquarters. The headquarters that no one should know about. We know. Who are we?
We are the X generation of the legends called as The X-men.
We are something. We are somebody. Truth, I admit it that our last mission was….I don wanna think about it. I was the one who put copycat down. The sweet girl.
The sweet dead girl.
But it was best to just do it. And not coward about it like Hipnotia and Rahne.
Hipnotia is too much of a chicken. She shoukldn t be in there. Kitty should. She s more capable. More reliable. And she is a person that I would trust enough not to think that she ll kill us all.
A black haired guy picks up the food, pays me and flirts like a big whossy. What s with them?! They hit on me all the time.
I am more than a cheap whore. I m not gonna be treated that way.
Caus I m Domino. And no one does things like that to me and gets away with it.
Except for now.
Because of the mission. It s no bad. I would sacrifice even more to get back on those sons of bitches. I can handle it. I m a big girl.
And the time will come when I m gonna join that big floosy blond and black haired girlie called Hipnotia to hack the mainframe sec sys. And to get whatever they are keeping in there.
After that….some major damage. To them.
Who am I they will ask.
They would wanna know, I suppose.
But I won t tell.
What s my poison?
Right now…I ll go for gummy bears, big guns and dead FOH bodies laying around like nogthing. Or hanged on a flagpole with a sighn that i would write.
And I would write sometin like: «Is this your FOH ass?»
Total revenge.
Who am I?
Who do I think I am?
I m Domino babe. Close friends call me Dom but that just means that I m just Domino to you.
Your little wonderland does not egsist, it never did.