How cruel was that last ending? Blah on me! Yes so Here's the next chapter,
and I hope you like it.
Yes, And I won't continue unless i get a hundred reviews for this chapter...-----KIDDING! I hate it when people do that. Writing shouldn't be about the reviews! C'mon people!
Enjoy-
Love, always,
C~
One more thing-I'm giving up the internet for Lent. I've been spending far too much time on it and need to spend time with my family and friends, and God. So, for the next 40 days I won't be updating. But you can certainly expect muchos capitulos(many chapters) when I get back! Thanks everyone! See you in a month and a half!
Ai ya…one more thing-this is really supposed to be a chapter, but when I updated it two weeks ago it only let out the first line of the story. I kept reposting it and it kept not working. Hopefully this will work, if not, I'm going to write someone a strongly worded letter. Sooooooo, thank you soooooo much for all the reviews(I saved them onto my disk, just in case FF.net skrewed me over with this whole thing) even if it was just a vote.
I would never demand reviews, never, sorry to anyone who thought I was truly serious, I love you all the more.
Caramia~
Chapter 6
The ramshakle room was hardly big enough for all the people there within to shuffle around and finish their work efficiently. But the occupants made no complaints and continued their arduous tasks.
A young woman, with her hair pulled up in a haphazard ponytail typed furiously at her laptop. The incident that had happened last night was far from being wrapped up but headquarters still required a report be sent in every hour on the hour. Currently she was gaining any and all information on one of the young cheerleaders that had made contact with the girl yesterday afternoon. Her profile was almost exactly word for word what the other four had been. Healthy, pretty young thing brought up in a family where mom and dad both had productive jobs, and all lived in a nice, three story house with a nice poodle.
It made the woman sick to realize it used to be her own persona as well.
That was before it had been found out that her mother had been a mutant. One of these so called advanced humans. Her power was limited to reading minds. When she found out what her mother really was she left her friends, her school and her house to join up with the people she was with now. It had been this way for nearly seven years.
She wrapped up the report and pressed the send button.
To her immediate left was her superior, and close friend, David. He was the one in charge of this mission, and the one that took all the blame when the superiors didn't get teh reports exactly on time.
She watched him rub his eyes and run a hand through his brown hair. A few strands just above his ears were begining to shine with new gray hairs. David was young, a few years still from 40, but this job that he dedicated his entire being too was slowly draining away the youth and vigor he had once possesed.
She often wondered what drove him to work so hard for this job. There must be something behind his hate for mutants. She knew it could only be hate she felt for those...mistakes, because whenever she watched him get close to one of them there was this look of disgust on his face. It started in his scrunched up nose, everytime it would seems as if he were smelling something utterly putrid. His emerald eyes would narrow and his hands would clench at his sides. As much as she dispised mutants, it couldn't hold a candle to the rage, hatred, repulse David showed.
But, she was unsure of what caused it. Many people aware of the organization would call them racist against these mutants. It wasn't true. It was simply that these mutants would try to but on a facade of normalacy, lie to everyone, and then reveal themselves as freaks.
Sandra shook her head, remembering her mother. As soon as she did she bit the inside of her cheek. That had become a habit; everytime she thought about what her own mother had don, she would pinch her arm, or bite on her tongue and cheek; a sort of punishment.
She watched David reach his arms over his head and let his joints pop. He patted her hair as he stood up.
"I'm going out for breakfast, do you want anything Sandra D?"
He knew she hated that name, and it only made him say it more.
"Yeah, a biiiiiiiiiig cup of coffee."
He nodded, picked up his keys, and left the small room.
Sandra poked at one of her comrades currently sleeping with his head on his crossed arms, and half his body on a table.
"Joe?" she prodded him further untill his head was turned toward her, and his eyes were slightly open, "What did you find out about that blood spot?"
Joe simply itched his scalp and looked sleepily at her.
"Not O.H(ordinary human). It belonged to a mutant."
Sandra turned back to her small laptop, folded it down, and promply rested her tired head on it.
"Good to hear."
Rogue could only watch as the form of the boy slid down the wall, leaving a trail of red on the wall where his body slumped. She tried to go to him but her body screamed otherwise. Her vision was twirling her around, and her ribs were tightening around her lungs. It hurt to breath let alone move.
She could feel Jean pushing her shoulders against the pillows, and her body was too weak to fight it.
The boys eyes were looking directly at her. He winced, and let out a grunt as Logan retracted his claws, pulling the bloody metal back into his hand.
"M-m-mon cherie..." his body doubled over in a heap by the wall. Logan was glaring down at the body, not hiding his obvious contempt for the teen.
"Serves him right."
The profesor wheeled himself over the the two and layed his fingers by his temples. His eyes were closed for mere seconds, but that periosd obviously allowed him some terrible information.
He gasped, eyeing the boy.
"He didn't do it..."
Logan, and Jean turned toward the proffesor.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Logan asked, obviously confused.
"He-he wasn't the one that attacked Rogue."
A grunt from the bed told them Rogue had something to say.
"Of course he didn't do it." she wheezed, "He saved me."
Logan walked up to her, and looked at her eyes.
"Are you sure, kid?"
Rogue closed her eyes and nodded.
Logan whipped back to the body, and without a second thought picked up the limp form of the boy. In a few strides he was at the bed, and laying Remy down. The older man took off the long trenchcoat the kid was wearing and surveyed the damage to the right side of his body.
"Call for Hank."
Jean tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at the proffesor. He was already in deep thought, trying to send a telepathic message. She rolled her eyes, finding it hard to believe that this enemy was now going to recieve medical attention. If not for Rogue's injuried then something. She could see he had the look about him. Filthy, unshaven, unwashed. Not like her at all.
As Logan was pressing qauze to the bleeding wound, Jean made her way to Rogue's bed.
"If he didn't do it, then who did, Rogue?"
The gothic girl gazed at the red head.
She swallowed, took a few deep breaths, and said:
"Duncan Matthews."
Jean gasped, and glared down at the girl.
Jean's outraged face was the last thing she saw before her vision erupted in white light, terrible pain, and then...nothing.
Yes, And I won't continue unless i get a hundred reviews for this chapter...-----KIDDING! I hate it when people do that. Writing shouldn't be about the reviews! C'mon people!
Enjoy-
Love, always,
C~
One more thing-I'm giving up the internet for Lent. I've been spending far too much time on it and need to spend time with my family and friends, and God. So, for the next 40 days I won't be updating. But you can certainly expect muchos capitulos(many chapters) when I get back! Thanks everyone! See you in a month and a half!
Ai ya…one more thing-this is really supposed to be a chapter, but when I updated it two weeks ago it only let out the first line of the story. I kept reposting it and it kept not working. Hopefully this will work, if not, I'm going to write someone a strongly worded letter. Sooooooo, thank you soooooo much for all the reviews(I saved them onto my disk, just in case FF.net skrewed me over with this whole thing) even if it was just a vote.
I would never demand reviews, never, sorry to anyone who thought I was truly serious, I love you all the more.
Caramia~
Chapter 6
The ramshakle room was hardly big enough for all the people there within to shuffle around and finish their work efficiently. But the occupants made no complaints and continued their arduous tasks.
A young woman, with her hair pulled up in a haphazard ponytail typed furiously at her laptop. The incident that had happened last night was far from being wrapped up but headquarters still required a report be sent in every hour on the hour. Currently she was gaining any and all information on one of the young cheerleaders that had made contact with the girl yesterday afternoon. Her profile was almost exactly word for word what the other four had been. Healthy, pretty young thing brought up in a family where mom and dad both had productive jobs, and all lived in a nice, three story house with a nice poodle.
It made the woman sick to realize it used to be her own persona as well.
That was before it had been found out that her mother had been a mutant. One of these so called advanced humans. Her power was limited to reading minds. When she found out what her mother really was she left her friends, her school and her house to join up with the people she was with now. It had been this way for nearly seven years.
She wrapped up the report and pressed the send button.
To her immediate left was her superior, and close friend, David. He was the one in charge of this mission, and the one that took all the blame when the superiors didn't get teh reports exactly on time.
She watched him rub his eyes and run a hand through his brown hair. A few strands just above his ears were begining to shine with new gray hairs. David was young, a few years still from 40, but this job that he dedicated his entire being too was slowly draining away the youth and vigor he had once possesed.
She often wondered what drove him to work so hard for this job. There must be something behind his hate for mutants. She knew it could only be hate she felt for those...mistakes, because whenever she watched him get close to one of them there was this look of disgust on his face. It started in his scrunched up nose, everytime it would seems as if he were smelling something utterly putrid. His emerald eyes would narrow and his hands would clench at his sides. As much as she dispised mutants, it couldn't hold a candle to the rage, hatred, repulse David showed.
But, she was unsure of what caused it. Many people aware of the organization would call them racist against these mutants. It wasn't true. It was simply that these mutants would try to but on a facade of normalacy, lie to everyone, and then reveal themselves as freaks.
Sandra shook her head, remembering her mother. As soon as she did she bit the inside of her cheek. That had become a habit; everytime she thought about what her own mother had don, she would pinch her arm, or bite on her tongue and cheek; a sort of punishment.
She watched David reach his arms over his head and let his joints pop. He patted her hair as he stood up.
"I'm going out for breakfast, do you want anything Sandra D?"
He knew she hated that name, and it only made him say it more.
"Yeah, a biiiiiiiiiig cup of coffee."
He nodded, picked up his keys, and left the small room.
Sandra poked at one of her comrades currently sleeping with his head on his crossed arms, and half his body on a table.
"Joe?" she prodded him further untill his head was turned toward her, and his eyes were slightly open, "What did you find out about that blood spot?"
Joe simply itched his scalp and looked sleepily at her.
"Not O.H(ordinary human). It belonged to a mutant."
Sandra turned back to her small laptop, folded it down, and promply rested her tired head on it.
"Good to hear."
Rogue could only watch as the form of the boy slid down the wall, leaving a trail of red on the wall where his body slumped. She tried to go to him but her body screamed otherwise. Her vision was twirling her around, and her ribs were tightening around her lungs. It hurt to breath let alone move.
She could feel Jean pushing her shoulders against the pillows, and her body was too weak to fight it.
The boys eyes were looking directly at her. He winced, and let out a grunt as Logan retracted his claws, pulling the bloody metal back into his hand.
"M-m-mon cherie..." his body doubled over in a heap by the wall. Logan was glaring down at the body, not hiding his obvious contempt for the teen.
"Serves him right."
The profesor wheeled himself over the the two and layed his fingers by his temples. His eyes were closed for mere seconds, but that periosd obviously allowed him some terrible information.
He gasped, eyeing the boy.
"He didn't do it..."
Logan, and Jean turned toward the proffesor.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Logan asked, obviously confused.
"He-he wasn't the one that attacked Rogue."
A grunt from the bed told them Rogue had something to say.
"Of course he didn't do it." she wheezed, "He saved me."
Logan walked up to her, and looked at her eyes.
"Are you sure, kid?"
Rogue closed her eyes and nodded.
Logan whipped back to the body, and without a second thought picked up the limp form of the boy. In a few strides he was at the bed, and laying Remy down. The older man took off the long trenchcoat the kid was wearing and surveyed the damage to the right side of his body.
"Call for Hank."
Jean tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at the proffesor. He was already in deep thought, trying to send a telepathic message. She rolled her eyes, finding it hard to believe that this enemy was now going to recieve medical attention. If not for Rogue's injuried then something. She could see he had the look about him. Filthy, unshaven, unwashed. Not like her at all.
As Logan was pressing qauze to the bleeding wound, Jean made her way to Rogue's bed.
"If he didn't do it, then who did, Rogue?"
The gothic girl gazed at the red head.
She swallowed, took a few deep breaths, and said:
"Duncan Matthews."
Jean gasped, and glared down at the girl.
Jean's outraged face was the last thing she saw before her vision erupted in white light, terrible pain, and then...nothing.