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Thanx to Raliena- No I won't your safe, Hannah on the other hand... Bet Mac- Thanx, she can't tho cos she's only 16/17 in this story, sorry, but it's a great idea :) Todd fan- I'm sure sabes appreciated that, Thanx!!!! Duncan- thanx for the e-mail!!! That really helped me sort out a few things (!!!!
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Chapter 5- Enter Belladonna Creed!
Belle woke up to a damp blanket and pillow with the rats scuttling around the dustbins. Stretching as much as her cramped conditions allowed. She sat up and started to plan out the day's events, this responsibility fell to her as she was the oldest out of all of the 'Orphanage Refugees'.
The 'Orphanage Refugees' were what their name basically said they were, the orphanage had been closed down almost two years ago and the orphanage that they were to be transferred to was worse than Mrs Flannigan's orphanage. Mrs Flannigan was a drunk and was known for her violent outbursts at the adults. She had not been very good at running the orphanage but she always tried to make sure that the children were healthy and had any medication that they needed.
However, State council had heard of Mrs Flannigan's love for the bottle and had banned her from running an orphanage again. The other orphanage was rumoured to be worse than Alcatraz ever was and there were rumours flying round that half the children who arrived there died in the first year whilst the others were too weak or scared to complain about the conditions.
Belle and the others had decided that they didn't want to risk their lives in that orphanage so, with Belle as the chosen leader, they ran away and now lived down a dingy alleyway in the back streets of L.A.
Coming back to the present Belle opened her eyes to see that the little kids were giggling at her behind their hands. Rolling her eyes Belle growled and glared at the little ones, daring them to announce what their source of entertainment was. *Probably the same thing as all the other mornings* Belle thought. It seemed to endlessly entertain the little kids that she didn't snore in her sleep but purred, due to her cat-like mutation. Getting up Belle flicked her tail angrily and stalked over to the food hidey-hole and brought out the morning's rations, she noted that they were running low on supplies. *Looks like one of us needs to go out and get some food again. Thank God it's market day*
Belle brought out the food and started a fire with the paper rubbish that they had collected from around the alley.
Belle remembered the first time she had realised that she was different from everyone else at the orphanage. She was about seven or eight when she realised that nobody at her new school came and talked to her. She thought it was because she was a new kid and didn't think much of it until that night in bed...
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She was sitting up in bed feeling very upset and left out after her first day at her new school. Nobody had talked to her or wanted to sit next to her the whole day.
Mrs Flannigan walked in to tuck the children in and immediately noticed how quiet Belle was being. She tucked the other children in and then walked up to Belle,
"Do you want to come downstairs and talk about it my dear?"
Belle nodded and slowly made her way downstairs behind her 'Mum'. They went into the office and Mrs Flannigan opened the adjoining room that led to her lounge and bedroom. She sat her down and made some nice hot milk for her. She poured herself a whisky and sat next to Belle, drawing her into a warm, motherly hug. Belle soon poured out everything that had happened that day and why she thought the children had acted like that.
"Sweetie, did you cover your tail or show your teeth?"
"I smiled showing my teeth and it's really uncomfy keeping my tail covered." Belle replied, not seeing where this was heading.
"Hon, did you notice anyone else with a tail?"
"No, they were hiding them, weren't they?"
"No, they didn't have any. That's why they were avoiding you, your different and they aren't grown up enough to know that different isn't always bad. Just ignore them and get on with your schoolwork and eventually they'll grow out of it." That was probably the best advice anyone had ever given Belle and sorted out her young, naive mind.
Mrs Flannigan carried Belle up to bed and kissed her goodnight on her forehead after tucking her in.
Belle drifted off to sleep with vision of sugarplums dancing through her head.
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Belle picked the food out of the old, rusted pan. The rest of the school days had gone by in much the same way as the first but some people forgot her mutation and started to treat her normally.
Belle walked over to the little children's sleeping area and tried to wake up the youngest, Joshua. He didn't stir so she lifted back the blanket only to reveal a pillow, she went around to the others only to find the exact same thing. She started to worry and was on her way to Oliver's bed when suddenly she sensed some people creeping up on her. She slowly carried on walking and then turned around to confront the people.
She faced two of the children, Hannah and Francis, who were giggling into their hands. Suddenly she was pounced upon by two attackers from behind and above, probably one of the fire escapes. Belle managed to get rid of both the attackers, spinning round she saw Oliver lying against the dustbin and Joshua was standing to the side of him, both of them were grinning from ear to ear as Belle realised that everyone else had gathered around and were also smiling and giggling. Then Belle heard something that she hadn't heard for a long while,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Belle, Happy Birthday to you!!
Everyone burst into a round of applause as Belle looked around and gave a watery smile. It had been a long time since anyone had celebrated her birthday, most of the children here had arrived after her last birthday had been celebrated, in fact the only people here who knew were,
"Oliver, Joshua! I can't believe you remembered!"
"You didn't really think that we wouldn't celebrate your seventeenth birthday, did you?" Oliver asked between outbursts of laughter.
"Yeah, I made you this, I managed to melt them together. I hope you like it." Joshua spoke up, handing her a piece of melted metal that was crudely shaped into a sitting cat.
That was the main thing Belle and Joshua had in common, they were both mutants, even though Josh was only ten his powers had showed up before he was one and he had quite a good control of them. His power was the ability to control the temperature of the air around him and the temperature of any object he was touching, he could use it to mould things into shape but not very well at the moment and it didn't always go to plan. Josh had been left at the orphanage when he was only a few days old, his mum had left a note with his name and date of birth. Oliver had been left at the orphanage two days after Belle had arrived and he was older than Belle by two months. He had been living with his grandparents since he was one but they had died when he was three and so Social Services left him at Mrs Flannigan's orphanage. All the other children who had been there when Belle had arrived had left or been adopted before the orphanage was closed down. Oliver never seemed to mind that she was a mutant and, if anything, he thought it was very cool and could be a good advantage.
Belle sat there receiving her hand-made presents from all the little children, many of which were based on cats. Belle was still shocked that they had remembered and was just putting away all her presents when something unexpected happened.
Belle sensed some strangers walking down the alley, this wasn't completely out of the ordinary but the problem was that one of them smelled familiar, he had approached her before and had seemed very angry when she had told him that she wanted no part of his pathetic little 'gang'.
"Oliver, get Joshua out of here, quick!" Belle told him, getting ready for an attack.
Belle heard Oliver shout behind her and instantly turned around only to be hit by something from the other direction, turning quickly in fighting stance she faced a blue woman in a karate fighting position. They started to circle each other and Belle flexed her claws out to full length, unravelling her tail for it to switch angrily behind her.
Both the fighters waited for the other to make the first move. Mystique moved first, kicking out towards Belle's head only for Belle to dodge out the way at the last minute and jump on her as she landed and spun round. They both fell to the ground with Mystique changing shapes to try and get out of Belle's tight hold on her. Suddenly both were distracted by Joshua's scream and Oliver calling Belle's name. Belle turned around only to hear Mystique's scream of rage from behind her as all the little children jumped and attacked her, hitting as hard as possible and managing to dodge out of her grasp.
Belle saw that the man from before was floating in the air holding Joshua out of Oliver's reach. Joshua, on the other hand, was looking quite calm and peaceful as he thought up his own little plan. Reaching towards Magneto's face he heated up his hands and placed them on either side of Magneto's face burning him as they continued getting hotter. Magneto dropped him into Oliver's waiting arms and called to Mystique to get rid of the child.
"I would love to Magneto but there is a slight problem, I CAN'T MOVE!" she shouted, and it was true, the children had tied her up well and truly and were about to gag her when Magneto scared them off.
Mystique managed to untie herself and before anyone could stop her she ran back out of the alley with Magneto following closely.
Belle decided that the children had enough excitement for one morning and so, after making sure no one was hurt, she went off with Oliver to get them all some lunch.
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Please, Please, PLEASE review this story and tell me what you think, any ideas given will be used but not until later on as I have the next three chapters already in the making, Ideas will still be much valued. Thank you!!!!! ;)
Thanx to Raliena- No I won't your safe, Hannah on the other hand... Bet Mac- Thanx, she can't tho cos she's only 16/17 in this story, sorry, but it's a great idea :) Todd fan- I'm sure sabes appreciated that, Thanx!!!! Duncan- thanx for the e-mail!!! That really helped me sort out a few things (!!!!
Please Read and Review!!!!!
Chapter 5- Enter Belladonna Creed!
Belle woke up to a damp blanket and pillow with the rats scuttling around the dustbins. Stretching as much as her cramped conditions allowed. She sat up and started to plan out the day's events, this responsibility fell to her as she was the oldest out of all of the 'Orphanage Refugees'.
The 'Orphanage Refugees' were what their name basically said they were, the orphanage had been closed down almost two years ago and the orphanage that they were to be transferred to was worse than Mrs Flannigan's orphanage. Mrs Flannigan was a drunk and was known for her violent outbursts at the adults. She had not been very good at running the orphanage but she always tried to make sure that the children were healthy and had any medication that they needed.
However, State council had heard of Mrs Flannigan's love for the bottle and had banned her from running an orphanage again. The other orphanage was rumoured to be worse than Alcatraz ever was and there were rumours flying round that half the children who arrived there died in the first year whilst the others were too weak or scared to complain about the conditions.
Belle and the others had decided that they didn't want to risk their lives in that orphanage so, with Belle as the chosen leader, they ran away and now lived down a dingy alleyway in the back streets of L.A.
Coming back to the present Belle opened her eyes to see that the little kids were giggling at her behind their hands. Rolling her eyes Belle growled and glared at the little ones, daring them to announce what their source of entertainment was. *Probably the same thing as all the other mornings* Belle thought. It seemed to endlessly entertain the little kids that she didn't snore in her sleep but purred, due to her cat-like mutation. Getting up Belle flicked her tail angrily and stalked over to the food hidey-hole and brought out the morning's rations, she noted that they were running low on supplies. *Looks like one of us needs to go out and get some food again. Thank God it's market day*
Belle brought out the food and started a fire with the paper rubbish that they had collected from around the alley.
Belle remembered the first time she had realised that she was different from everyone else at the orphanage. She was about seven or eight when she realised that nobody at her new school came and talked to her. She thought it was because she was a new kid and didn't think much of it until that night in bed...
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She was sitting up in bed feeling very upset and left out after her first day at her new school. Nobody had talked to her or wanted to sit next to her the whole day.
Mrs Flannigan walked in to tuck the children in and immediately noticed how quiet Belle was being. She tucked the other children in and then walked up to Belle,
"Do you want to come downstairs and talk about it my dear?"
Belle nodded and slowly made her way downstairs behind her 'Mum'. They went into the office and Mrs Flannigan opened the adjoining room that led to her lounge and bedroom. She sat her down and made some nice hot milk for her. She poured herself a whisky and sat next to Belle, drawing her into a warm, motherly hug. Belle soon poured out everything that had happened that day and why she thought the children had acted like that.
"Sweetie, did you cover your tail or show your teeth?"
"I smiled showing my teeth and it's really uncomfy keeping my tail covered." Belle replied, not seeing where this was heading.
"Hon, did you notice anyone else with a tail?"
"No, they were hiding them, weren't they?"
"No, they didn't have any. That's why they were avoiding you, your different and they aren't grown up enough to know that different isn't always bad. Just ignore them and get on with your schoolwork and eventually they'll grow out of it." That was probably the best advice anyone had ever given Belle and sorted out her young, naive mind.
Mrs Flannigan carried Belle up to bed and kissed her goodnight on her forehead after tucking her in.
Belle drifted off to sleep with vision of sugarplums dancing through her head.
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Belle picked the food out of the old, rusted pan. The rest of the school days had gone by in much the same way as the first but some people forgot her mutation and started to treat her normally.
Belle walked over to the little children's sleeping area and tried to wake up the youngest, Joshua. He didn't stir so she lifted back the blanket only to reveal a pillow, she went around to the others only to find the exact same thing. She started to worry and was on her way to Oliver's bed when suddenly she sensed some people creeping up on her. She slowly carried on walking and then turned around to confront the people.
She faced two of the children, Hannah and Francis, who were giggling into their hands. Suddenly she was pounced upon by two attackers from behind and above, probably one of the fire escapes. Belle managed to get rid of both the attackers, spinning round she saw Oliver lying against the dustbin and Joshua was standing to the side of him, both of them were grinning from ear to ear as Belle realised that everyone else had gathered around and were also smiling and giggling. Then Belle heard something that she hadn't heard for a long while,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Belle, Happy Birthday to you!!
Everyone burst into a round of applause as Belle looked around and gave a watery smile. It had been a long time since anyone had celebrated her birthday, most of the children here had arrived after her last birthday had been celebrated, in fact the only people here who knew were,
"Oliver, Joshua! I can't believe you remembered!"
"You didn't really think that we wouldn't celebrate your seventeenth birthday, did you?" Oliver asked between outbursts of laughter.
"Yeah, I made you this, I managed to melt them together. I hope you like it." Joshua spoke up, handing her a piece of melted metal that was crudely shaped into a sitting cat.
That was the main thing Belle and Joshua had in common, they were both mutants, even though Josh was only ten his powers had showed up before he was one and he had quite a good control of them. His power was the ability to control the temperature of the air around him and the temperature of any object he was touching, he could use it to mould things into shape but not very well at the moment and it didn't always go to plan. Josh had been left at the orphanage when he was only a few days old, his mum had left a note with his name and date of birth. Oliver had been left at the orphanage two days after Belle had arrived and he was older than Belle by two months. He had been living with his grandparents since he was one but they had died when he was three and so Social Services left him at Mrs Flannigan's orphanage. All the other children who had been there when Belle had arrived had left or been adopted before the orphanage was closed down. Oliver never seemed to mind that she was a mutant and, if anything, he thought it was very cool and could be a good advantage.
Belle sat there receiving her hand-made presents from all the little children, many of which were based on cats. Belle was still shocked that they had remembered and was just putting away all her presents when something unexpected happened.
Belle sensed some strangers walking down the alley, this wasn't completely out of the ordinary but the problem was that one of them smelled familiar, he had approached her before and had seemed very angry when she had told him that she wanted no part of his pathetic little 'gang'.
"Oliver, get Joshua out of here, quick!" Belle told him, getting ready for an attack.
Belle heard Oliver shout behind her and instantly turned around only to be hit by something from the other direction, turning quickly in fighting stance she faced a blue woman in a karate fighting position. They started to circle each other and Belle flexed her claws out to full length, unravelling her tail for it to switch angrily behind her.
Both the fighters waited for the other to make the first move. Mystique moved first, kicking out towards Belle's head only for Belle to dodge out the way at the last minute and jump on her as she landed and spun round. They both fell to the ground with Mystique changing shapes to try and get out of Belle's tight hold on her. Suddenly both were distracted by Joshua's scream and Oliver calling Belle's name. Belle turned around only to hear Mystique's scream of rage from behind her as all the little children jumped and attacked her, hitting as hard as possible and managing to dodge out of her grasp.
Belle saw that the man from before was floating in the air holding Joshua out of Oliver's reach. Joshua, on the other hand, was looking quite calm and peaceful as he thought up his own little plan. Reaching towards Magneto's face he heated up his hands and placed them on either side of Magneto's face burning him as they continued getting hotter. Magneto dropped him into Oliver's waiting arms and called to Mystique to get rid of the child.
"I would love to Magneto but there is a slight problem, I CAN'T MOVE!" she shouted, and it was true, the children had tied her up well and truly and were about to gag her when Magneto scared them off.
Mystique managed to untie herself and before anyone could stop her she ran back out of the alley with Magneto following closely.
Belle decided that the children had enough excitement for one morning and so, after making sure no one was hurt, she went off with Oliver to get them all some lunch.
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Please, Please, PLEASE review this story and tell me what you think, any ideas given will be used but not until later on as I have the next three chapters already in the making, Ideas will still be much valued. Thank you!!!!! ;)