-Chapter TWO-
*~*Apartment 105*~*
"You ran into the Batman?"
"Like, no way!"
The girl ignored the comments her roommates made. She stripped the black mask off, letting her long brown hair flow over black suit. "Help me get this suit off. He did a number to my side." She felt a pair of hands grab her boots as she sat on the bed. Another unsnapped her belt just as the disk fell on the floor.
"You got it," Diane Black, the leader of the group said from taking the girl's boots off. She bent down to pick it up. "How much?"
"Only two hundred. But that's what the kid got me. I'll try again," she gasped, unzipping the front of her black suit. "Tomorrow." Standing, the girl went to the long mirror. Jewels Jones, the prep of the group walked in front of her, bending down to eye level of the bruise. The girl carefully slid out of the suit, leaving her in her purple bra and panties.
"Yep. That'll like, hurt for a couple days," she said, standing to match her height.
"I know," she groaned, noting the size of it. After exchanging glances with Jewel's green eyes, she turned to meet Diane's piercing blue eyes. "I'm sorry. But it's all I could get. He's a fighter."
"It's okay. Shower. I'll log it into our bank accounts tonight," she said, turning to the computer.
That's how it was every night. She never yelled at them. Only told them to shower while she did her job at the computer. The girl watched their leader a little longer, then went to the showers.
"Like, you're not mad, are you?" Jewels asked, flipping her blond hair.
"I'm not mad. She did what she could. I'll hold us for another month then we'll need more money," was all she said. It was evident they were poor. Smart but poor. Diane turned her blue eyes to meet the pair starring at her. She breathed in through her nose, pushing her short black hair behind her ear. "We'll make it."
"It's, like, not just that," Jewels said, dropping her head. She looked at her fingers, letting the spark of electricity visibly run through them before balling her fist for the sparks to stop. "Like, it's hard to get around. Not being able to wear the fashions or like, being ourselves. Totally bumming."
"I know." Diane stood, removing her bathrobe. "But that's why we're together. We could take out a lot of Gothem. But we're not. We decided to live normal lives and use our powers cautiously. But right now, we have a high school girl that needs her sleep."
"You're totally right Diane. Let's not cause worry to Alex."
Diane climbed into the opposite bed of Jewels, pulling the covers over her chest. "When Alex comes in, turn the lights out." Diane rolled over, facing Jewels who was sitting up.
Jewels sighed. Their lives as New Mutants was not as fun as she planned for it to be. They met all in the state of California. Well, everyone but herself, who caught Diane's eye when she electrocuted the bank vault open. Promising to stay together, the three girls were always there for each other and whenever they had a disagreement, Diane used her telempathic abilities to calm their emotions down. Jewel's thought process stopped when she heard the shower head turn off. She slid over in the bed, making room for the high school girl.
"Thanks for waiting up," Alexis Stone said, after braiding her hair in a ponytail and slipping her night clothes on.
"No problem. Like, good night."
"Night."
*~*School, Next Morning*~*
"Sway!" Max said, skipping a few steps ahead. "A New Mutant?"
"Yeah, but don't advertise it all around," Terry said, grabbing her waving arms. He told everything to Max. Then again, she was the only one who found out about him and would know what he was saying. His back ached more today then it did that night from the collision with the wall. And grabbing Max's arm's didn't help it either.
"Ooo, yeah. Sorry about that. So, what did you get up on her? Anything useful? Like her name? Maybe she's a student here!" Max said, getting excited. She looked around, clinging to a wall and putting her hands together like a gun from James Bond.
Terry rolled his eyes. "Max. You're making a fool of yourself."
"But that's so exciting. Real sway, if you know what I mean." Max winked, stopping at her locker.
That's why Terry liked Max in weird type of way. She was always there to cheer him up with her cocky outbursts. He leaned against the locker, heaving a sigh. "Maybe sway, but it hurt," he groaned, trying to stretch his back.
"Terry?" Dana came around, placing her hand on Terry's muscular shoulder. "You okay?"
He gave a smile to Max then turned to face his girlfriend. "Yeah, my back's sore."
"Poor baby," she said, pecking him on the cheek.
Max watched them walk in class together. She smiled, looking around the halls.
A group of jocks laughed as they continued to harass two girls. "What's wrong? Can't take a joke?" the bully of them said as he knocked down the books in both of their hands.
"Don't do this," was all the taller one warned.
"Why not?" they consistently nagged.
The girl bit on her back teeth, holding the infuriating anger she had. "Alice, go. I'll take care of this." The younger one with light brown hair slid away from the attention and ran down the hallway, her plaid skirt bouncing as she went. Picking her books up, she squatted to gather the paper that fell out of it. It was then she got the maddest. From her spaghetti strapped shirt, she felt a hand find her bra strap and give a yank. It snapped, causing her to wince from the pain. "No, you just didn't," she hissed, turning to face him. Her eyes narrowing as she threw her books down.
The jocks laughed about it, watching the one squirm.
She grabbed him by the collar, making a swift jerk and slammed him against the wall. Getting two inches from his face, she let her eyes turn gold, enjoying the fear in his eyes. The more he squirmed, the more she grinned. Her eyes turned back to solid brown. "Now you leave me alone," she hissed in a low voice then tossed him at the jock's feet.
"H-h-h-her e-e-eyes!" he stuttered, trying to stand. "F-f-f-freak!" he scrambled away, turning the corner quickly. The jocks got silent, watching her glare at them all.
"A freak, eh?" one said, moving to her side. "Tell me pretty freaky lady, you turn me on." He reached his hand behind her, grabbing her butt.
In reaction she jumped, her elbow accelerating at a speed of light that crushed against his rib case. She watched him fall on the ground, coughing and wheezing. The others around her became silent. The one she dropped was the heaviest and most likely the strongest one of all. She realized her mistake.
"Is there something wrong?" the principal of the school asked, coming to the center with Alice trembling by his side. He eyed the jocks then eyed the girl and jock wheezing below her. "What happen here?" he asked, watching the guy unable to breath.
The girl bent down to pick her books up. She knew she literally cracked a rib but didn't say anything. After collecting her stuff, she stood, straightening the brown flowing skirt she had on. "It was an accident," she said softly, becoming a little scared of the consequence.
"Accident my foot!" the leader stepped in the center. "This girl totally knocked the air out of him. Her elbow went flying into his chest, probably breaking the bone while she was at. Like nothing I ever saw before!" he exclaimed.
"You're telling me she caused this?" the principal said.
"It's true!" the group said. They all spoke at once, making it difficult for the principal to hear. "Freak!" "Minding our own business!" "Crushed him!" "Eyes turned golden!"
"Stop it! Quiet!" The principal looked at her then the jock who was trying to breath. "Young lady, come with me." He turned to the group, pointing two out. "Get him. Come on."
In the office, she sat in the chair, glancing at the three jocks with her.
"What's your name, young lady?" the principal asked, looking through the computer.
"Alexis Stone, sir," she said quietly.
"This isn't over," hissed on jock.
Turning to him, she let the grin slip. "It's far from over," she lipped back at him, not speaking a word. Alexis watched the action of the jocks. They thought they had someone who was a chicken; they were wrong. Alexis was ready to meet their match. Her quick temper would win any battle. She was ready.
"Hello, is there a Mrs. Black?" the principal asked, as he spoke on the phone. He twisted his chair around so his back was towards them. Within seconds, he turned back around, acknowledging for the two jocks to return to class.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"The boy. We'll start with the boy and little by little tear this Bat down until he can't survive," the deep haunty voice spoke. It was the same deep voice in the unnoticed sewer.
*~*~*~*~*~*
School was out and Batman was at the petty crimes again. He was getting sick of stopping muggers. Tonight's crime was a bit bigger. He wasn't sure whether to attack or gawk. A girl, tall, slim, blond hair and no mask, was at the electricity plant. She had her hands waving towards the wires and absorbed the electricity like a sponge. In reaction, the electricity in the city was blinking like crazy. "What do I do?" he spoke in the small speaker in his mask.
"Stop her," Bruce's voice came back. "I'm looking at the visual in from what you see. I'd say we have ourselves another New Mutant. This one has the symptoms of a Electric Elemental. In other words one that absorbs and shoots electricity and-" the speaker was cut off.
Batman took his cue and made a plunge at her. He knew this would hurt if she attacked him but now was time to see how his reflexes worked. Batman's gloved fingers gripped her shoulders as he landed on his feet then jerked her down. "City needs that," he said with his black cut out eyes glaring. He watched her roll over with gasping pains.
"That was, like, probably the worst mistake any damn bat in tights could make," she said in an angered voice. The girl stood, dusting her blue jean flares off then straightened her long sleeved red sweater. Pushing her blond hair behind her shoulder, she rolled her hands over each other. Bright blue sparks came from her fingertips as a ball of electricity took form. "What do you think?"
He looked around desperately for something. Making a dive and roll to one side, he watched the electricity fly from her fingers and collide with a tree, singeing it. "Whoa," he whispered. It was then he turned to see a ball fry the electronics in his suit and make him wince and twitch with pain. Batman let out a gasp of pain and fell to the ground. He heard her walk over, watched her stop, felt her ready to strike. His body was in no condition to stand or move.
"Like, I thought you'd be a better match. Then again, you didn't like, do much damage to my sister but give her a damn bruise on her hip."
Batman barely lifted his head to see her walking away. He made himself climb to his feet then took the bat-a-rang and gave it a hard throw at her along with two balls that had a wire attached to them to tie around her legs. He also made a dive behind one of the machinery so keep out of her sight. "I can use some help," he whispered in his speaker.
"Turn ... on ... Can't ... visual ..." a fuzzy sounding Bruce came through.
He flipped the visual on then peered over at her. She couldn't possibly see him for he hid in the shadows. The blond was holding her shoulder with one hand and the device with the other while her ankles were tied together with the wire. "Got her," he whispered.
"I rebooted your systems in your suit and the computer in the cave," Bruce reported.
"Great. Now how do I get her without killing myself in the process?" he asked, sounding a bit desperate. Batman ducked back down for a second to catch his breath. "Wish me luck." He rose to attack, but she was gone. The wire and the bat-a-rang were there, but she was gone. He walked out to where she had been sitting. "Gone," he reported in his speaker. He picked his devices up.
Still troubled, Terry parked his car in the garage of his home. He couldn't help notice another car parked outside. A black Cherokee jeep with white streaks. Throwing his book bag and coat on the couch, he winced. His elbow was scrapped bad. "Dangit," he moaned, wondering to the bathroom. He stopped outside Max's door when he heard a voice.
"You had your snack already. It's time for you to go to sleep," a female voice spoke. It was too familiar.
"But Alex-" Matt's whiney voice followed after.
"Good night," she responded.
He heard the bed springs sound notifying she stood. Terry thought about hiding then he figured he wanted to confront Miss Perfect for intruding in his apartment. He watched her back out of the room and shut the door. She gave a gasp when meeting him inches from his glaring eyed face. Terry didn't move. The questions on her presence crammed in his mind as he stuffed his hands in his jean pockets.
"What are you doing here?" was the first to break the silence. Alexis maneuvered round him and headed towards the kitchen. She heard him stay close behind her.
"Me? What the hell are you doing here?" he replied in a harsh voice that made Alexis jump with wide eyes.
"Shh. Matt is sleeping." Alexis pulled out two small perfect red apples. "Here," she gave a small toss of one to Terry who took it. "Look," she said, confronting him. "I was told to stay away from school just today because of an incident during second. While grocery shopping for me and my sisters, Ms. McGinnis was on her cell complaining to someone about needing a sitter for Matt till nine. I said I'd do it-"
"And like that she accepted you?" he asked in disbelief.
"Well, I had to go through a stare down, a hundred questionnaire, an FBI check out, and several more tests before she said okay," Alexis explained, biting into her apple.
"That sounds like Mom," Terry nodded, putting his apple down. "Well, I'm here. So you can leave now."
"It's not nine."
"I don't care. I'm telling you to leave. I only get the pleasure of seeing your 'kiss-ass' face once a day in Geometry class!" he blurted out with more volume then wanted or needed. It must have hit a nerve or something. Alexis stood there, her eyes tearing up. He watched her put the apple down then give a quick wash of her hands.
"I'm-" Alexis had a hard time spitting out what she wanted to say.
Terry kept his gaze with her. "Just leave. And don't come back. Matt doesn't need a sitter. I do it just fine," he whispered.
"Maybe if you were home half of the time he needed you, your mother wouldn't have asked for somebody responsible," she whispered, keeping her head low. Alexis walked passed Terry, going to her coat. She noticed the apartment door a nudge open. Her extra senses were going crazy as she turned her head towards the bedroom hallway. It got stronger. Alexis shook it away, grabbing her coat. "Good night, Terry," she whispered, heading for the door. Something caught her eye.
*~*Apartment 105*~*
"You ran into the Batman?"
"Like, no way!"
The girl ignored the comments her roommates made. She stripped the black mask off, letting her long brown hair flow over black suit. "Help me get this suit off. He did a number to my side." She felt a pair of hands grab her boots as she sat on the bed. Another unsnapped her belt just as the disk fell on the floor.
"You got it," Diane Black, the leader of the group said from taking the girl's boots off. She bent down to pick it up. "How much?"
"Only two hundred. But that's what the kid got me. I'll try again," she gasped, unzipping the front of her black suit. "Tomorrow." Standing, the girl went to the long mirror. Jewels Jones, the prep of the group walked in front of her, bending down to eye level of the bruise. The girl carefully slid out of the suit, leaving her in her purple bra and panties.
"Yep. That'll like, hurt for a couple days," she said, standing to match her height.
"I know," she groaned, noting the size of it. After exchanging glances with Jewel's green eyes, she turned to meet Diane's piercing blue eyes. "I'm sorry. But it's all I could get. He's a fighter."
"It's okay. Shower. I'll log it into our bank accounts tonight," she said, turning to the computer.
That's how it was every night. She never yelled at them. Only told them to shower while she did her job at the computer. The girl watched their leader a little longer, then went to the showers.
"Like, you're not mad, are you?" Jewels asked, flipping her blond hair.
"I'm not mad. She did what she could. I'll hold us for another month then we'll need more money," was all she said. It was evident they were poor. Smart but poor. Diane turned her blue eyes to meet the pair starring at her. She breathed in through her nose, pushing her short black hair behind her ear. "We'll make it."
"It's, like, not just that," Jewels said, dropping her head. She looked at her fingers, letting the spark of electricity visibly run through them before balling her fist for the sparks to stop. "Like, it's hard to get around. Not being able to wear the fashions or like, being ourselves. Totally bumming."
"I know." Diane stood, removing her bathrobe. "But that's why we're together. We could take out a lot of Gothem. But we're not. We decided to live normal lives and use our powers cautiously. But right now, we have a high school girl that needs her sleep."
"You're totally right Diane. Let's not cause worry to Alex."
Diane climbed into the opposite bed of Jewels, pulling the covers over her chest. "When Alex comes in, turn the lights out." Diane rolled over, facing Jewels who was sitting up.
Jewels sighed. Their lives as New Mutants was not as fun as she planned for it to be. They met all in the state of California. Well, everyone but herself, who caught Diane's eye when she electrocuted the bank vault open. Promising to stay together, the three girls were always there for each other and whenever they had a disagreement, Diane used her telempathic abilities to calm their emotions down. Jewel's thought process stopped when she heard the shower head turn off. She slid over in the bed, making room for the high school girl.
"Thanks for waiting up," Alexis Stone said, after braiding her hair in a ponytail and slipping her night clothes on.
"No problem. Like, good night."
"Night."
*~*School, Next Morning*~*
"Sway!" Max said, skipping a few steps ahead. "A New Mutant?"
"Yeah, but don't advertise it all around," Terry said, grabbing her waving arms. He told everything to Max. Then again, she was the only one who found out about him and would know what he was saying. His back ached more today then it did that night from the collision with the wall. And grabbing Max's arm's didn't help it either.
"Ooo, yeah. Sorry about that. So, what did you get up on her? Anything useful? Like her name? Maybe she's a student here!" Max said, getting excited. She looked around, clinging to a wall and putting her hands together like a gun from James Bond.
Terry rolled his eyes. "Max. You're making a fool of yourself."
"But that's so exciting. Real sway, if you know what I mean." Max winked, stopping at her locker.
That's why Terry liked Max in weird type of way. She was always there to cheer him up with her cocky outbursts. He leaned against the locker, heaving a sigh. "Maybe sway, but it hurt," he groaned, trying to stretch his back.
"Terry?" Dana came around, placing her hand on Terry's muscular shoulder. "You okay?"
He gave a smile to Max then turned to face his girlfriend. "Yeah, my back's sore."
"Poor baby," she said, pecking him on the cheek.
Max watched them walk in class together. She smiled, looking around the halls.
A group of jocks laughed as they continued to harass two girls. "What's wrong? Can't take a joke?" the bully of them said as he knocked down the books in both of their hands.
"Don't do this," was all the taller one warned.
"Why not?" they consistently nagged.
The girl bit on her back teeth, holding the infuriating anger she had. "Alice, go. I'll take care of this." The younger one with light brown hair slid away from the attention and ran down the hallway, her plaid skirt bouncing as she went. Picking her books up, she squatted to gather the paper that fell out of it. It was then she got the maddest. From her spaghetti strapped shirt, she felt a hand find her bra strap and give a yank. It snapped, causing her to wince from the pain. "No, you just didn't," she hissed, turning to face him. Her eyes narrowing as she threw her books down.
The jocks laughed about it, watching the one squirm.
She grabbed him by the collar, making a swift jerk and slammed him against the wall. Getting two inches from his face, she let her eyes turn gold, enjoying the fear in his eyes. The more he squirmed, the more she grinned. Her eyes turned back to solid brown. "Now you leave me alone," she hissed in a low voice then tossed him at the jock's feet.
"H-h-h-her e-e-eyes!" he stuttered, trying to stand. "F-f-f-freak!" he scrambled away, turning the corner quickly. The jocks got silent, watching her glare at them all.
"A freak, eh?" one said, moving to her side. "Tell me pretty freaky lady, you turn me on." He reached his hand behind her, grabbing her butt.
In reaction she jumped, her elbow accelerating at a speed of light that crushed against his rib case. She watched him fall on the ground, coughing and wheezing. The others around her became silent. The one she dropped was the heaviest and most likely the strongest one of all. She realized her mistake.
"Is there something wrong?" the principal of the school asked, coming to the center with Alice trembling by his side. He eyed the jocks then eyed the girl and jock wheezing below her. "What happen here?" he asked, watching the guy unable to breath.
The girl bent down to pick her books up. She knew she literally cracked a rib but didn't say anything. After collecting her stuff, she stood, straightening the brown flowing skirt she had on. "It was an accident," she said softly, becoming a little scared of the consequence.
"Accident my foot!" the leader stepped in the center. "This girl totally knocked the air out of him. Her elbow went flying into his chest, probably breaking the bone while she was at. Like nothing I ever saw before!" he exclaimed.
"You're telling me she caused this?" the principal said.
"It's true!" the group said. They all spoke at once, making it difficult for the principal to hear. "Freak!" "Minding our own business!" "Crushed him!" "Eyes turned golden!"
"Stop it! Quiet!" The principal looked at her then the jock who was trying to breath. "Young lady, come with me." He turned to the group, pointing two out. "Get him. Come on."
In the office, she sat in the chair, glancing at the three jocks with her.
"What's your name, young lady?" the principal asked, looking through the computer.
"Alexis Stone, sir," she said quietly.
"This isn't over," hissed on jock.
Turning to him, she let the grin slip. "It's far from over," she lipped back at him, not speaking a word. Alexis watched the action of the jocks. They thought they had someone who was a chicken; they were wrong. Alexis was ready to meet their match. Her quick temper would win any battle. She was ready.
"Hello, is there a Mrs. Black?" the principal asked, as he spoke on the phone. He twisted his chair around so his back was towards them. Within seconds, he turned back around, acknowledging for the two jocks to return to class.
*~*~*~*~*~*
"The boy. We'll start with the boy and little by little tear this Bat down until he can't survive," the deep haunty voice spoke. It was the same deep voice in the unnoticed sewer.
*~*~*~*~*~*
School was out and Batman was at the petty crimes again. He was getting sick of stopping muggers. Tonight's crime was a bit bigger. He wasn't sure whether to attack or gawk. A girl, tall, slim, blond hair and no mask, was at the electricity plant. She had her hands waving towards the wires and absorbed the electricity like a sponge. In reaction, the electricity in the city was blinking like crazy. "What do I do?" he spoke in the small speaker in his mask.
"Stop her," Bruce's voice came back. "I'm looking at the visual in from what you see. I'd say we have ourselves another New Mutant. This one has the symptoms of a Electric Elemental. In other words one that absorbs and shoots electricity and-" the speaker was cut off.
Batman took his cue and made a plunge at her. He knew this would hurt if she attacked him but now was time to see how his reflexes worked. Batman's gloved fingers gripped her shoulders as he landed on his feet then jerked her down. "City needs that," he said with his black cut out eyes glaring. He watched her roll over with gasping pains.
"That was, like, probably the worst mistake any damn bat in tights could make," she said in an angered voice. The girl stood, dusting her blue jean flares off then straightened her long sleeved red sweater. Pushing her blond hair behind her shoulder, she rolled her hands over each other. Bright blue sparks came from her fingertips as a ball of electricity took form. "What do you think?"
He looked around desperately for something. Making a dive and roll to one side, he watched the electricity fly from her fingers and collide with a tree, singeing it. "Whoa," he whispered. It was then he turned to see a ball fry the electronics in his suit and make him wince and twitch with pain. Batman let out a gasp of pain and fell to the ground. He heard her walk over, watched her stop, felt her ready to strike. His body was in no condition to stand or move.
"Like, I thought you'd be a better match. Then again, you didn't like, do much damage to my sister but give her a damn bruise on her hip."
Batman barely lifted his head to see her walking away. He made himself climb to his feet then took the bat-a-rang and gave it a hard throw at her along with two balls that had a wire attached to them to tie around her legs. He also made a dive behind one of the machinery so keep out of her sight. "I can use some help," he whispered in his speaker.
"Turn ... on ... Can't ... visual ..." a fuzzy sounding Bruce came through.
He flipped the visual on then peered over at her. She couldn't possibly see him for he hid in the shadows. The blond was holding her shoulder with one hand and the device with the other while her ankles were tied together with the wire. "Got her," he whispered.
"I rebooted your systems in your suit and the computer in the cave," Bruce reported.
"Great. Now how do I get her without killing myself in the process?" he asked, sounding a bit desperate. Batman ducked back down for a second to catch his breath. "Wish me luck." He rose to attack, but she was gone. The wire and the bat-a-rang were there, but she was gone. He walked out to where she had been sitting. "Gone," he reported in his speaker. He picked his devices up.
Still troubled, Terry parked his car in the garage of his home. He couldn't help notice another car parked outside. A black Cherokee jeep with white streaks. Throwing his book bag and coat on the couch, he winced. His elbow was scrapped bad. "Dangit," he moaned, wondering to the bathroom. He stopped outside Max's door when he heard a voice.
"You had your snack already. It's time for you to go to sleep," a female voice spoke. It was too familiar.
"But Alex-" Matt's whiney voice followed after.
"Good night," she responded.
He heard the bed springs sound notifying she stood. Terry thought about hiding then he figured he wanted to confront Miss Perfect for intruding in his apartment. He watched her back out of the room and shut the door. She gave a gasp when meeting him inches from his glaring eyed face. Terry didn't move. The questions on her presence crammed in his mind as he stuffed his hands in his jean pockets.
"What are you doing here?" was the first to break the silence. Alexis maneuvered round him and headed towards the kitchen. She heard him stay close behind her.
"Me? What the hell are you doing here?" he replied in a harsh voice that made Alexis jump with wide eyes.
"Shh. Matt is sleeping." Alexis pulled out two small perfect red apples. "Here," she gave a small toss of one to Terry who took it. "Look," she said, confronting him. "I was told to stay away from school just today because of an incident during second. While grocery shopping for me and my sisters, Ms. McGinnis was on her cell complaining to someone about needing a sitter for Matt till nine. I said I'd do it-"
"And like that she accepted you?" he asked in disbelief.
"Well, I had to go through a stare down, a hundred questionnaire, an FBI check out, and several more tests before she said okay," Alexis explained, biting into her apple.
"That sounds like Mom," Terry nodded, putting his apple down. "Well, I'm here. So you can leave now."
"It's not nine."
"I don't care. I'm telling you to leave. I only get the pleasure of seeing your 'kiss-ass' face once a day in Geometry class!" he blurted out with more volume then wanted or needed. It must have hit a nerve or something. Alexis stood there, her eyes tearing up. He watched her put the apple down then give a quick wash of her hands.
"I'm-" Alexis had a hard time spitting out what she wanted to say.
Terry kept his gaze with her. "Just leave. And don't come back. Matt doesn't need a sitter. I do it just fine," he whispered.
"Maybe if you were home half of the time he needed you, your mother wouldn't have asked for somebody responsible," she whispered, keeping her head low. Alexis walked passed Terry, going to her coat. She noticed the apartment door a nudge open. Her extra senses were going crazy as she turned her head towards the bedroom hallway. It got stronger. Alexis shook it away, grabbing her coat. "Good night, Terry," she whispered, heading for the door. Something caught her eye.