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Indiglo: Sure ya did.
Purple: Shut up.
Note:Sorry for the incovienience of spacing...S'not my fault!
Chapter 2
She sat in the rain for two days.
When they had reached Banff, a doe wandered onto the highway. Robert swirved out of the way and went soaring off a cliff. Laurie kicked her door open with the strength
she had found in a small corner of her brain, hiding from her presence. She dove out and found a river gently flowing nearby. She kicked up some strength and got a sprout
of water to catch her and brake her fall. The landing was easy, but Roberts Semi hit the ground like a meteor on a planet. Laurie walked through cold and wilderness for a
month when she reached a small town on a fork of the road. It was so small at first sight she thought it was a hamlett. She sat next to a Wal-mart selling fluids for machienery
and tried to hitch rides. She would slepp for 3 hours and then wake for 9 hours to hitch a ride. On walkers offered her some food but she vetoed to it, she only needed a
ride.
But when someone picked her up after two days, she noticed she was starving, and needed to consume something right away. The man offered her weiners, and she gobbled them
up. She still had the taste of food new to her, because it still had been so long since she ate such things. At her birthday party, she had cake and hot dogs, she remembered.
She truned 8, and Betsy, a black girl came to it. Betsy was her best friend. Like her, she was diffrent, and the two got along well, but others saw them both as mutants, though
Laurie wasn't one, she still hung around Betsy, and for that they all hated her too. But that was the only memory she had left of her past. She knew her best friends name, but
she didn't have a visual of her parents, pets if any, and she didn't even remember her own name in that memory either. She knew the government would pay one day for what they did
to her. One day...was 62 years later in the North Eastern States.
Laurie had been caught by what she thought as mutant hunters, who saw her making a waterfall in the river to clean herself off, not to mention the waterfall she made was CLEAN
water, for the rivers had become so filthy over the years from wastes and other effects of human nature. But on the contrary, she wasn't at all fearing her capture, she could tell
she had more power than 2 of them, out of the 3 there. The one with white hair could whipe her out any day. But when they got her to their so called 'Hide Out' to kill her, she
found out they were all mutants, and they complied they only wanted to help. Psht! They were really doing a terrible job of it, scooping her out of her bath and leaving her
clothes behind, just giving her a towel to wear in a public school, which she figured for the 6 year olds running around in the hall, a class to her right. she was sat in a chair
in front of an elderly man with no hair, a shiny head to add.
Lauire frowned at him and gave him a now-what-do-you-want look. He nearly smiled and replied, "We want to help you, and ask some questions about your past...hmm, 1941, was it?"
the bald guy chuckled at her again. The others had left her to have a private talk with this - thing in a wheel chair. After years on the road, she'd become rude and relentless
with no trust to anyone. But how did he know about 62 years ago? Ahh...she can still feel the motel bed on her rear end, soft and coushioning, bouncy and fluffy. She closed her
eyes and slipped a tiny grin. And came back to earth again. He was still there, and she was sitting on a wooden chair. Her smile flooded off her face and she glanced back at the man,
"Depends what question's you're askin'."She slumped in the chair and tightened the towel around her. She gave him an ignorant stare and twitched her head in impatience. "...Go on."
Charles sat up and pulled a sheet of paper out from the bottom left drawer, no, 4 pages, and placed them neatly infront of him. He looked back up at her and cleared his throat. He
was starting his interview when Laurie interupted - "What are you playing at here? What exactly do you want with me?"she leaned forward in the old chair and looked at the questions,
reading one alowed in amusement. "Do you remember anything from before you were caught?, Do you remember your mother? What, are you the CIA now?"she spit out a cold laugh and slagged
again. She sure wasn't the polite person she used to be, Charles figured. He gave yet another polite smile and leaned forward. "Come closer."
"If you do anything to me I'll scream rape"she said, oddly finding herself starting to lean forward. As he placed his cold hands on her smooth jaw line, he replied "No one will hear you."
and she fell into a deep sleep.
Charles had entered her past memories, and found himself in a lab, diffrent mutants trying to escape the hell they had lived, each with diffrent time expirations and limits to their time
spent there, as he scanned through the mobs, he found a cute little girl, with hospital paper taped from her shoulders to her thighs, like everyone else who wasn't in a water therapy tube
from where they emerged. Some came out of stalls that looked like sleeping quarters of people inside a space ship. The lab looked so high tech, so futureistic, and yet he knew he was in
a lab from 1941. He walked around the people and stood infront of the little girl. Laurie. She looked terrified and so confused. She looked up at him, but he knew she was looking right
through him as she softly diversed quiet words.
"You..."She slowly rose to her feet. "You...get out of my head!!" She lept on him and pounded his face, with such incredible force he fell on his back and had felt his jaw disconnect.
She stuck her face a few inches from him and whispered "Just ask the goddamned questions on the papers!"she stuck a hand over his mouth as he felt it fill with water. Was he going to kill her
in her conscisnous? She would never wake up without him though, so he ended his sesion in her mind and exited the matrix world returning to reality. His jaw was fine and had no trace of water
in his mouth. He looked at her, shocked, as she kept her place and opened her eyes and stared at him. He took gulp fulls of air as she quirked an eyebrow, and sighed. "I'm sorry. But
really. You don't have to do that. Those are MY memories. I'll tell you what I want. Besides, it's not so hard to converse, is it? Or would you rather talk in post mordem?"Laurie laughed.
God, Charles thought. This is the devil's babysitter, heartless and regretless. Charles finished his heavy breathing. "As you wish."
She told him about her past, when she had escaped the lab. And before that about her powers. When she was nearing her escape, she mentioned the "Speacial Room" near the entrance, guarded by
security lasers and 3 heavy metal doors. Charles stopped her and asked her to elaborate. "Well, I've never seen the inside, mainly because it was a room where a 'speacial mutant' was held. Or
at least that's what I was told. Once, I was dressed up as a student on a field trip to be taken to the cat scan room so they can check on my chip, I heard, through all that metal, a terrible scream,
like someone being tortured. Of course, everyone turned to listen to the sound, but soon after, like all dumb humans, they went back to their own buisness, observing old things, working at the
receptionist, blah blah blah..."Laurie laughed with a smile but it faded quickly. And she continued. "But the worst part was when I was escaping that Area 51 loon house, the metal had split, cut
by something. Or bashed open, really. I looked inside quickly, because for those long months of hearing that scream, that room...caused me nightmares. It...just scared me. And what I saw still
scares me...I can't explain..."She trembled as her voice quivered. It truly scared her from the bottom of her heart. She looked at him with pure fear, "And I plan not to."Charles knew that she
could see it when he entered her mind, and so his plan to go to her in the night wouldn't work. Instead he tried to ask something he could study later in the night, as she whispered out two words,
"Metal man."She turned away and softly cried. He knew he'd found him. He needed to get him in his watch before...he fell into the arms of someone else. He straightened up in his wheelchair and
requested to view her mind. Laurie hesitated on her answer, "As long as you do it quick, I don't wanna see it again..."Charles touched her jaw line again as he found himself infront of 5 heavy steel
doors, all split down from the middle. He looked down beside him, as he saw Laurie slowly creeping through them. He just took to the fact she really wasn't paying attention to the number of doors,
but the open tank that lay 20 meters away, which groaning sounds emitted from. There were two tanks, but one had been abandoned. The person who had split the doors. Charles jogged down to the room,
trying to beat Laurie from seeing the sight she acted in as if so horendous. He peered over the tank that had groaning sounds eeking from the bottom. When he had seen the form at the bottom, he took
a double take and fell back, breaking the mental conection. Charles accidentaly hadn't done it quick enough, for Laurie had been next to him when he'd stopped the viewing. She let out a blood curtling
scream and puked on the floor infront of her. He small 12 year old body shook so violently he could feel it under his feet. She cried and cried some more, as Charles had reviewed what he had seen in
his brain.
He had looked over the side of the tank where moans were heard. What he saw was nearly indescribable. The human at the bottom was female, but you couldn't tell. On her upper body, skin folds were
flipped open, so it looked like she had been slit and then the skin rolled over so that a thick line of her insides could be viewed. Nothing was left of her face. Only her mouth to moan, or what the
scientist folk attempted was so that she could breathe. Her legs were unscathed, but only her upper body was some what unfinished to what they were doing. The surgeons were grafting metal bones into her
replacing the normal bones. But being awake to do this made it 3X as scary, so that you could see her mouth moaning for help, and so you could see her ears, she was listening to everything. Even when
Laurie screamed, the woman had to lay in her tub of water and listen to her scream and all she wanted to do was ask quietly for help. She couldn't even tell what she looked like. No eyes to tell. But
Charles wondered if that woman possibly...survived?
He wheeled over to Laurie to pat her back. He himself wanted to up-chuck. He gave her a one armed hug and couldn't bare anymore questions. But now he at least new he had found who he was looking for.
Wolverine was almost in touching distance. He patted her back and whispered in her ear, "That's all I wanted to know for know. I'll be interested in your story later, maybe. Shhh, it's okay, I won't make
you remember that."He twitched for a moment as she puked a second time. Jean came in and scooped Laurie up. She took her to her room for the night. It looked like she didn't want to be alone after that.
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Jean had gotten Laurie some new clothes and had gave her some puffed Easter chicks to eat, since she wouldn't have dinner. Laurie was laying silently on the bed as Jean got into a night gound. She layed
down on the other side and looked at Laurie's back. "You've sure changed since you've been here. It's like you've changed from a growing 16 year old to a 12 year old again."She smiled to herself, for Laurie
didn't turn to look. But she spoke instead. "I want to tell you some more stuff about me,"She paused. She rose to talk face to face with Jean. "But It's 62 years of alot of events, It's kinda hard for me to
say all of it, but you know,"she looked down at the pillow, turning white "I just wanna get it off my back, that's why I seem like a juvenile delinquent all the time. I've got a lot of...pain..."To Jean, she
looked sick. It must have been hard for her to live out on highways, trying to find shelter. She knew it would take more than a week, so she just hugged Laurie and rubbed her back. "...Okay."
*If this chapter's words get jumbled up just like the first chapter, I apologize. This computer sucks.*
Indiglo: Sure ya did.
Purple: Shut up.
Note:Sorry for the incovienience of spacing...S'not my fault!
Chapter 2
She sat in the rain for two days.
When they had reached Banff, a doe wandered onto the highway. Robert swirved out of the way and went soaring off a cliff. Laurie kicked her door open with the strength
she had found in a small corner of her brain, hiding from her presence. She dove out and found a river gently flowing nearby. She kicked up some strength and got a sprout
of water to catch her and brake her fall. The landing was easy, but Roberts Semi hit the ground like a meteor on a planet. Laurie walked through cold and wilderness for a
month when she reached a small town on a fork of the road. It was so small at first sight she thought it was a hamlett. She sat next to a Wal-mart selling fluids for machienery
and tried to hitch rides. She would slepp for 3 hours and then wake for 9 hours to hitch a ride. On walkers offered her some food but she vetoed to it, she only needed a
ride.
But when someone picked her up after two days, she noticed she was starving, and needed to consume something right away. The man offered her weiners, and she gobbled them
up. She still had the taste of food new to her, because it still had been so long since she ate such things. At her birthday party, she had cake and hot dogs, she remembered.
She truned 8, and Betsy, a black girl came to it. Betsy was her best friend. Like her, she was diffrent, and the two got along well, but others saw them both as mutants, though
Laurie wasn't one, she still hung around Betsy, and for that they all hated her too. But that was the only memory she had left of her past. She knew her best friends name, but
she didn't have a visual of her parents, pets if any, and she didn't even remember her own name in that memory either. She knew the government would pay one day for what they did
to her. One day...was 62 years later in the North Eastern States.
Laurie had been caught by what she thought as mutant hunters, who saw her making a waterfall in the river to clean herself off, not to mention the waterfall she made was CLEAN
water, for the rivers had become so filthy over the years from wastes and other effects of human nature. But on the contrary, she wasn't at all fearing her capture, she could tell
she had more power than 2 of them, out of the 3 there. The one with white hair could whipe her out any day. But when they got her to their so called 'Hide Out' to kill her, she
found out they were all mutants, and they complied they only wanted to help. Psht! They were really doing a terrible job of it, scooping her out of her bath and leaving her
clothes behind, just giving her a towel to wear in a public school, which she figured for the 6 year olds running around in the hall, a class to her right. she was sat in a chair
in front of an elderly man with no hair, a shiny head to add.
Lauire frowned at him and gave him a now-what-do-you-want look. He nearly smiled and replied, "We want to help you, and ask some questions about your past...hmm, 1941, was it?"
the bald guy chuckled at her again. The others had left her to have a private talk with this - thing in a wheel chair. After years on the road, she'd become rude and relentless
with no trust to anyone. But how did he know about 62 years ago? Ahh...she can still feel the motel bed on her rear end, soft and coushioning, bouncy and fluffy. She closed her
eyes and slipped a tiny grin. And came back to earth again. He was still there, and she was sitting on a wooden chair. Her smile flooded off her face and she glanced back at the man,
"Depends what question's you're askin'."She slumped in the chair and tightened the towel around her. She gave him an ignorant stare and twitched her head in impatience. "...Go on."
Charles sat up and pulled a sheet of paper out from the bottom left drawer, no, 4 pages, and placed them neatly infront of him. He looked back up at her and cleared his throat. He
was starting his interview when Laurie interupted - "What are you playing at here? What exactly do you want with me?"she leaned forward in the old chair and looked at the questions,
reading one alowed in amusement. "Do you remember anything from before you were caught?, Do you remember your mother? What, are you the CIA now?"she spit out a cold laugh and slagged
again. She sure wasn't the polite person she used to be, Charles figured. He gave yet another polite smile and leaned forward. "Come closer."
"If you do anything to me I'll scream rape"she said, oddly finding herself starting to lean forward. As he placed his cold hands on her smooth jaw line, he replied "No one will hear you."
and she fell into a deep sleep.
Charles had entered her past memories, and found himself in a lab, diffrent mutants trying to escape the hell they had lived, each with diffrent time expirations and limits to their time
spent there, as he scanned through the mobs, he found a cute little girl, with hospital paper taped from her shoulders to her thighs, like everyone else who wasn't in a water therapy tube
from where they emerged. Some came out of stalls that looked like sleeping quarters of people inside a space ship. The lab looked so high tech, so futureistic, and yet he knew he was in
a lab from 1941. He walked around the people and stood infront of the little girl. Laurie. She looked terrified and so confused. She looked up at him, but he knew she was looking right
through him as she softly diversed quiet words.
"You..."She slowly rose to her feet. "You...get out of my head!!" She lept on him and pounded his face, with such incredible force he fell on his back and had felt his jaw disconnect.
She stuck her face a few inches from him and whispered "Just ask the goddamned questions on the papers!"she stuck a hand over his mouth as he felt it fill with water. Was he going to kill her
in her conscisnous? She would never wake up without him though, so he ended his sesion in her mind and exited the matrix world returning to reality. His jaw was fine and had no trace of water
in his mouth. He looked at her, shocked, as she kept her place and opened her eyes and stared at him. He took gulp fulls of air as she quirked an eyebrow, and sighed. "I'm sorry. But
really. You don't have to do that. Those are MY memories. I'll tell you what I want. Besides, it's not so hard to converse, is it? Or would you rather talk in post mordem?"Laurie laughed.
God, Charles thought. This is the devil's babysitter, heartless and regretless. Charles finished his heavy breathing. "As you wish."
She told him about her past, when she had escaped the lab. And before that about her powers. When she was nearing her escape, she mentioned the "Speacial Room" near the entrance, guarded by
security lasers and 3 heavy metal doors. Charles stopped her and asked her to elaborate. "Well, I've never seen the inside, mainly because it was a room where a 'speacial mutant' was held. Or
at least that's what I was told. Once, I was dressed up as a student on a field trip to be taken to the cat scan room so they can check on my chip, I heard, through all that metal, a terrible scream,
like someone being tortured. Of course, everyone turned to listen to the sound, but soon after, like all dumb humans, they went back to their own buisness, observing old things, working at the
receptionist, blah blah blah..."Laurie laughed with a smile but it faded quickly. And she continued. "But the worst part was when I was escaping that Area 51 loon house, the metal had split, cut
by something. Or bashed open, really. I looked inside quickly, because for those long months of hearing that scream, that room...caused me nightmares. It...just scared me. And what I saw still
scares me...I can't explain..."She trembled as her voice quivered. It truly scared her from the bottom of her heart. She looked at him with pure fear, "And I plan not to."Charles knew that she
could see it when he entered her mind, and so his plan to go to her in the night wouldn't work. Instead he tried to ask something he could study later in the night, as she whispered out two words,
"Metal man."She turned away and softly cried. He knew he'd found him. He needed to get him in his watch before...he fell into the arms of someone else. He straightened up in his wheelchair and
requested to view her mind. Laurie hesitated on her answer, "As long as you do it quick, I don't wanna see it again..."Charles touched her jaw line again as he found himself infront of 5 heavy steel
doors, all split down from the middle. He looked down beside him, as he saw Laurie slowly creeping through them. He just took to the fact she really wasn't paying attention to the number of doors,
but the open tank that lay 20 meters away, which groaning sounds emitted from. There were two tanks, but one had been abandoned. The person who had split the doors. Charles jogged down to the room,
trying to beat Laurie from seeing the sight she acted in as if so horendous. He peered over the tank that had groaning sounds eeking from the bottom. When he had seen the form at the bottom, he took
a double take and fell back, breaking the mental conection. Charles accidentaly hadn't done it quick enough, for Laurie had been next to him when he'd stopped the viewing. She let out a blood curtling
scream and puked on the floor infront of her. He small 12 year old body shook so violently he could feel it under his feet. She cried and cried some more, as Charles had reviewed what he had seen in
his brain.
He had looked over the side of the tank where moans were heard. What he saw was nearly indescribable. The human at the bottom was female, but you couldn't tell. On her upper body, skin folds were
flipped open, so it looked like she had been slit and then the skin rolled over so that a thick line of her insides could be viewed. Nothing was left of her face. Only her mouth to moan, or what the
scientist folk attempted was so that she could breathe. Her legs were unscathed, but only her upper body was some what unfinished to what they were doing. The surgeons were grafting metal bones into her
replacing the normal bones. But being awake to do this made it 3X as scary, so that you could see her mouth moaning for help, and so you could see her ears, she was listening to everything. Even when
Laurie screamed, the woman had to lay in her tub of water and listen to her scream and all she wanted to do was ask quietly for help. She couldn't even tell what she looked like. No eyes to tell. But
Charles wondered if that woman possibly...survived?
He wheeled over to Laurie to pat her back. He himself wanted to up-chuck. He gave her a one armed hug and couldn't bare anymore questions. But now he at least new he had found who he was looking for.
Wolverine was almost in touching distance. He patted her back and whispered in her ear, "That's all I wanted to know for know. I'll be interested in your story later, maybe. Shhh, it's okay, I won't make
you remember that."He twitched for a moment as she puked a second time. Jean came in and scooped Laurie up. She took her to her room for the night. It looked like she didn't want to be alone after that.
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Jean had gotten Laurie some new clothes and had gave her some puffed Easter chicks to eat, since she wouldn't have dinner. Laurie was laying silently on the bed as Jean got into a night gound. She layed
down on the other side and looked at Laurie's back. "You've sure changed since you've been here. It's like you've changed from a growing 16 year old to a 12 year old again."She smiled to herself, for Laurie
didn't turn to look. But she spoke instead. "I want to tell you some more stuff about me,"She paused. She rose to talk face to face with Jean. "But It's 62 years of alot of events, It's kinda hard for me to
say all of it, but you know,"she looked down at the pillow, turning white "I just wanna get it off my back, that's why I seem like a juvenile delinquent all the time. I've got a lot of...pain..."To Jean, she
looked sick. It must have been hard for her to live out on highways, trying to find shelter. She knew it would take more than a week, so she just hugged Laurie and rubbed her back. "...Okay."
*If this chapter's words get jumbled up just like the first chapter, I apologize. This computer sucks.*