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Chapter TwoJennifer "Jenn" Falls was looking for someone. She growled, tucked a strand of her waist-length, light brown, curly hair behind her ear and resisted the urge to yell for him. It was sort of late at night and she didn't want to wake the neighbours up. Her blue-green eyes flashed with annoyance as she pulled herself out from under the gazebo in the park and carried on looking. Luckily for her, her olive skin didn't glow in the nightlights as it did with people who had paler skin, so she was allowed to go out on the search for Jacob.
She had been living with the group of mutants for a year now, so she had become part of their group. And now that Jacob, her best friend, was missing, she had been assigned night search duty. She was getting worried now, and her mothering instinct had begun to kick in, giving her unwelcome feelings of worry.
*Jacob will be fine! * She told herself *He'll be fine, and when I find him, he won't be fine anymore. *
Her train of thought continued like this until she snagged her red WWII style bomber jacket on a fence.
She sighed, asking herself if this night could possibly get any worse.
Her black hiking boots dug into the ground, her blue jeans became muddy and her black T-shirt also got stuck in the fence as she pulled to get her jacket off it. And then, just as the fence gave up the fight and let her jacket go, sending her flying, there was a giant explosion. Debris rained down around her, and she turned her head to see a large black cloud of smoke rise up from a point in the ground. Her last thought before a piece of metal hit her in the head was *Dumb stupid Jacob. I hope he appreciates this. *
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The sixteen year old, Alduva Mélyen, was tall for a girl, standing at 5'10", although her lanky legs made up most of this. She looked around a corner furtively; her laughingly inquisitive green tinted brown eyes scanned the area, taking note of the lack of people wandering around at this time of the night. She pushed the twin strands of dirty blonde hair out of her way, asking herself again why she had thought it was a good idea to get the rest of it cut but leave those two bits to go down to her hips. She had forgotten to bring her two special hair slides that held them back. Her faintly freckled nose twitched as she tried to keep from sneezing as another strand of her hair, escaped from her ponytail which was tied at the nape of her neck this time, slid about under her nose.
She took the pocketknife from the large pockets of her collared, hip-length, black trench coat and sliced the offending hair, making it wisp down to the ground.
She also wore hip hugger jeans; a plain white short-sleeved T-shirt and black laced combat boots.
She crept nearer her next intended mark, a fairly wealthy looking clothes store, and took her homemade skeleton key from her pocket. She opened the door and stepped over the electronic trip sensors to the inside. She found the security guard and then made swift use of her powers.
She held her right hand out, putting the guard into a deep sleep and taking his soul. His eyes glazed over milkily and she now commanded him to open all the doors and give her entry into the safe.
She left him lying on the floor, leaving him to wake up on his own and think that he had been knocked out before returning his soul once she was a few metres away. She pelted down the pavement, feet thumping against the floor as she ran. Suddenly, there was a strong bang and the air grew unbearably heavy. She was thrown to the floor and hit her chin on the floor. As the vibration went through her head she passed out, knowing no more, sparing a last thought for her brothers. She hated to leave them.
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The boy stood at 5'5", with straight brown hair long enough to get into his eyes. His eyes were so dark brown that they neared black and the scar extending from his left temple to his left ear gave him a cocky air. A dragon pendant hanging from a simple chain around his neck escaped the white tee that he was wearing, a white tee that was covered with a loose red flannel shirt. He wore beige cargo pants and ratty nondescript sneakers.
He was thinking about the amiable break up that he'd had with his boyfriend of 5 months, Choula. He sighed, missing him terribly and making the streetlamps across the road flicker with his electricity-related powers. His name was Pax Wat, his second name causing him some amusement in that he never actually told anyone what it was, leaving them to figure it out for themselves.
He was waiting for his dad to get back from an important business meeting that was taking place a bit away from where he was. He wanted to go out and explore, being inquisitive about Bayville and also wanting to get his head clear.
He began to think about the latest assignment that had been sent to him via email by his teacher and cursed as he realised that it was supposed to be in tomorrow.
As he stood waiting, a loud boom came from behind him and he was thrown forward with the force of it a second later. He hit his head on a lamppost and everything dimmed out.
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Erika Thompson ran from her house like death itself was after her, which she supposed, it practically was. After seeing her dad lying on the study floor with his head practically blown off and a smoking gun still in his hand, she had turned paler than normal and had backed out of the room, her sapphire blue eyes flat and wide.
She had turned slowly; her honey brown hair never spilling from its style piled atop her head, and walked out to get her sister. She had sat her down and told her that they were going away for a trip and that daddy had taken the car to get some stuff. They would be off to meet him at the corner very soon and she had only just been told herself so that it was a surprise for both of them.
"Go into your room and get your stuff, and stay in there until I come and get you okay? You want to have as much time as possible for packing don't you."
Lila, her sister, had nodded, although she could smell the familiar tang of copper and guessed that something terrible had happened. Lila, too, was a mutant, with heightened senses.
Erika had run upstairs to her own room, packing a few essential things. She pulled on a blood-red spaghetti top with the word 'Devil' printed on the front in yellow.
*How appropriate. * She had thought to herself. As well as this she wore black jelly sandals, black leather pants and her omnipresent elbow high black gloves. The white anklet that symbolised Peace was also on her ankle, never to be taken off. The 5'9" seventeen year old collected her little sister and they ran down the street until they got to the mall. Lila stayed quiet, her face pale and drawn. Erika guessed that she knew what had happened and grabbed her in a comforting hug. As the sisters huddled, the ground beneath them rumbled and the plaster from the shelter they were standing under started to rain down. As a large blast tore through the rest of the mall, Lila was separated from her sister. She stretched out to reach her, but was hit sharply in the temple with a stone chip and was knocked out, the scream she had heard before going enough to haunt her in the future.
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Alyssa Hardy was in Bayville for the weekend visiting her grandmother Anastasia. She tripped on a slight dip in the pavement in her black Gucci ankle boots but managed to get her balance back without a problem. She was carrying a fair armload of bags back from a late night store nearby and couldn't properly see where she was going. She matched the boots with hip hugging dark denim jeans and a white collared button-up blouse, with only the first four buttons done up. Small silver hoop earrings dangled in her ears as she walked and the slim silver band on her left hand glistened in the streetlamps.
Her hair outshone them though, showing her Swedish ancestry with its light shade of icy blonde. It was thick, long and slightly waved so that it fell to frame her face at times. Her eyes, however, were a hazel shade of green. She was 5'4", petite and slim waisted but well proportioned.
She diligently visited her grandmother, who provided her with a female figure to look up to in place of her regularly absent mother. She often wished that her mother had been present on so many of the occasions where she would be needed for herself rather than for publicity, but then she remembered that her mother was a strong working woman. Alyssa couldn't have everything after all.
As the young and lonely girl sighed, she was swept of her feet by a tremor in the ground. A tin inside one of the bags flew out and hit her in the head, sending her straight into unconsciousness and away from her troubling thoughts.
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Alexandra Mitchell, also called Alex, bounded down the darkly lit street with enthusiasm. She giggled as she skipped, her thick dark brown hair bouncing with each step she took, always falling back into its spikey, fanned out look just beneath her earlobe. Her doe-like light brown eyes sparked with energy, a look heightened by the square wire-rimmed glasses that she wore.
She was a tiny eccentric looking being as she hopped down the road, her self-stencilled white trainers slapping down on the floor and her multi-coloured top with the long, literally pinned on sleeves floated around her. The only part of her that didn't seem to move with the kinetic energy that she exuded were her large flared jeans, and that was probably only because they were weighed down with too many weird and wacky patches.
Unfortunately, she became over-excited and her body became emerged in a white-yellow glow. She didn't notice this until a pair of blasts shot from her hands towards the distance. She stared, horrified as a giant explosion erupted from the ground. She ducked her head under her arms and lay on the ground, as she knew to do. The boom of the blast swept her hair around and she blacked out as the air around her filled with thick, grey dust.
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Quincy "Q" La Faras held his head in his hands and wondered again when the kicks would stop coming. He hadn't even been in America for a day yet and he was already on his way to some lab or the other. His sea green eyes simmered with restrained anger and the two parted waves of his long blond hair fell down into his face. The truck he was in was small for his 6 feet, broad muscled frame and the passengers not as tanned as he were being burned by the unnatural lights.
He wore green army pants, a black tank top, black Nikes and a wide-brimmed hat with one side pinned up was clutched in his hands. A silver star of David swung alongside two dog tags on a chain around his neck.
He growled under his breath. If only he hadn't left Australia. If only he hadn't had to take that stupid blood test in America. They'd never have found his x-gene, never have found out that he was a mutant and would never have condemned him to life in some 'lab'.
Just as the truck began to turn a corner, there was an almighty 'boom' and the van fell sideways. Q was thrown through the double doors that were jarred open, and hit his head on a tree.
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Kess' small group of mutants made it into Bayville in the late hours of the night. They dragged themselves on sore and dusty feet towards the mansion, the place where they had aimed to go all this while. There was an air of relief and simple tired joy as they each realised that they'd almost reached their destination.
It was a shame, then, that the explosion of a mutant testing lab situated underground knocked them all out in one way or another, very mysteriously as not all of them could explain why they had gone down so fast.
When they next woke up they would realise that they weren't anywhere near Kansas anymore.
You are all so nice and not slave drivers: )
Thank you for the reviews, I read some before I ended this but I haven't replied yet. I hope you like this chapter, unfortunately it's not up to my usual standards as I'm kinda ill at the mo and can't focus to save my life.
What is this strange new land they have come to?
Will they get back?
What are they doing there?
When will the next chapter of that fic I'm waiting on come out?
What is the meaning of life?
And other such fanciful questions answered (well most of them anyway) in the next chapter.
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