And here's Ch 2. Revised and reedited!
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Chase watched as the girl rose and headed towards the Rest Rooms, this might be his only chance to get her alone, taking a deep breath, he took it. He watched as the girl pushed open the door to the Ladies. Looking around quickly he followed. She'd already entered one of the stalls and for modesty's sake he turned on one of the faucets.
He could see the confusion in her eyes as he grabbed for her when she opened the door, but she didn't even yell as he dragged her into an empty stall.
............
As soon as the weird looking bum touched her, Indiana blacked out. It wasn't like the usual blackouts that she'd experienced in the hospital in Toronto, this was the kind of black out that occurred when the mind just couldn't deal with what was happening to the body. It felt like something inside her had been torn off, like she was a shaken up bottle of Coke that had just had its lid twisted. When her parents had gone to Hawaii for their second honeymoon Indiana had taken to surfing, until the day she took a dive in the middle of a barrel. That's what it felt like; being buried under seven meters of churning water and having no say in the out come of the experience.
............
Chase looked down at the convulsing girl, he'd never expected her to react to his touch like this! He'd thought it might strengthen the small amount of precog that she possessed, not send her into spasms. Quickly he slipped the disc into the girl's pocket, and shoved two hundred dollars cash down her shirt. To an observer the careful unclipping of the necklace from around his neck and fastening of it around the girls might have seemed spur of the moment, but it was not.
.............
She was older then he'd thought.
*Must have been a late bloomer or something*
That's what had attracted him to her in the first place, the small strength of her gift. Shit! He'd really screwed this one up, first getting caught, then picking up a tail, and now this damn girl, too late now though. The twitching had stopped and she was starting to come to.
............
When Indiana returned to consciousness her appearance was vastly changed. What once had been a brown haired, blue-eyed girl was now, well, different. She processed the gun that was pointed between her eyes then looked past it into the dirty face of a bum.
"I'm sorry about that, that wasn't meant to happen,"
A look of concern somewhat softened his harsh features.
"Are you okay?"
Indiana nodded the affirmative. It caused her to catch sight of her nails; they were no longer short and neat, but two inches of delicately curved white and blue.
She glared up at her captor, who at least had the decency to look apologetic.
"I'm sorry about that, really I am, but I had no choice."
Chase didn't have time to cushion the kid, or explain himself fully, so he just cut straight to it.
"You knew you were starting to show some signs of Mutation, right?"
Wearily Indiana nodded, she'd had no luck trying to fool herself into thinking it was her imagination, and if some bum off the street could see it, it must be pretty obvious.
"Well, I'm a Mutant too, and my only gift is latent, at least for me. I have the power to awaken the latent powers in other mutants. That's what I've done to you. Though I didn't think I'd be this severe." He muttered to himself.
"Look kid, I know this is gunna seem strange, but I need you to go to New York for me. Okay?"
Indiana gave him a bright smile and raised a finger. Chase drew back the hand that held the pistol, and before he knew what he was doing he belted her across the cheek. A grunt of pain was all the answer he got.
"Listen girl, the fate of Mutants everywhere depends on you getting to New York. You understand?"
Indiana nodded, wide-eyed with pain.
"Have you heard of the Mutant Registration Bill?"
Again she nodded, this time with a hint of fear.
"You carry a disk that has the proposed Bill on it. It's also got the details of all the known Mutants that the government's picked up. I can't get to New York because I'm being watched, but you can. If I keep going north they'll keep after me, giving you a clear shot. Got it?" Again Indiana nodded.
"Would you do this for me?"
Before she could answer the bum shoved her into the space between the toilet and the wall.
"Stay hidden." He breathed.
Something in his voice made her obey without question.
........
Chase shut the stall door and then quietly walked towards the door of the bathroom. Before he got there it swung open. Indiana jumped with each of the six shots.
"Chase Alexander. Thirty-five, educated at Xavier's School For The Gifted, got into a bar brawl that escalated to kill four people. Been on the run ever since. It is not know how he came upon the disk. Search him." Ordered a cold voice.
She could hear the tearing of cloth, and some muttered curses.
"It's not here boss."
Indiana heard movement then a crash as the first stall was kicked open, and the next, the door of the third stall crashed against the wall. There was one stall between her and whoever had shot the bum, no, Chase. She heard the forth stall being kicked open. The next stall was hers.
"Enough Hans!" Indiana heard the speaker spit
"The disk is not here, if this is the target at all."
The last comment was said with such menace she was amazed Hans was still alive.
"Lets go."
"But---"
"Now!"
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Chase watched as the girl rose and headed towards the Rest Rooms, this might be his only chance to get her alone, taking a deep breath, he took it. He watched as the girl pushed open the door to the Ladies. Looking around quickly he followed. She'd already entered one of the stalls and for modesty's sake he turned on one of the faucets.
He could see the confusion in her eyes as he grabbed for her when she opened the door, but she didn't even yell as he dragged her into an empty stall.
............
As soon as the weird looking bum touched her, Indiana blacked out. It wasn't like the usual blackouts that she'd experienced in the hospital in Toronto, this was the kind of black out that occurred when the mind just couldn't deal with what was happening to the body. It felt like something inside her had been torn off, like she was a shaken up bottle of Coke that had just had its lid twisted. When her parents had gone to Hawaii for their second honeymoon Indiana had taken to surfing, until the day she took a dive in the middle of a barrel. That's what it felt like; being buried under seven meters of churning water and having no say in the out come of the experience.
............
Chase looked down at the convulsing girl, he'd never expected her to react to his touch like this! He'd thought it might strengthen the small amount of precog that she possessed, not send her into spasms. Quickly he slipped the disc into the girl's pocket, and shoved two hundred dollars cash down her shirt. To an observer the careful unclipping of the necklace from around his neck and fastening of it around the girls might have seemed spur of the moment, but it was not.
.............
She was older then he'd thought.
*Must have been a late bloomer or something*
That's what had attracted him to her in the first place, the small strength of her gift. Shit! He'd really screwed this one up, first getting caught, then picking up a tail, and now this damn girl, too late now though. The twitching had stopped and she was starting to come to.
............
When Indiana returned to consciousness her appearance was vastly changed. What once had been a brown haired, blue-eyed girl was now, well, different. She processed the gun that was pointed between her eyes then looked past it into the dirty face of a bum.
"I'm sorry about that, that wasn't meant to happen,"
A look of concern somewhat softened his harsh features.
"Are you okay?"
Indiana nodded the affirmative. It caused her to catch sight of her nails; they were no longer short and neat, but two inches of delicately curved white and blue.
She glared up at her captor, who at least had the decency to look apologetic.
"I'm sorry about that, really I am, but I had no choice."
Chase didn't have time to cushion the kid, or explain himself fully, so he just cut straight to it.
"You knew you were starting to show some signs of Mutation, right?"
Wearily Indiana nodded, she'd had no luck trying to fool herself into thinking it was her imagination, and if some bum off the street could see it, it must be pretty obvious.
"Well, I'm a Mutant too, and my only gift is latent, at least for me. I have the power to awaken the latent powers in other mutants. That's what I've done to you. Though I didn't think I'd be this severe." He muttered to himself.
"Look kid, I know this is gunna seem strange, but I need you to go to New York for me. Okay?"
Indiana gave him a bright smile and raised a finger. Chase drew back the hand that held the pistol, and before he knew what he was doing he belted her across the cheek. A grunt of pain was all the answer he got.
"Listen girl, the fate of Mutants everywhere depends on you getting to New York. You understand?"
Indiana nodded, wide-eyed with pain.
"Have you heard of the Mutant Registration Bill?"
Again she nodded, this time with a hint of fear.
"You carry a disk that has the proposed Bill on it. It's also got the details of all the known Mutants that the government's picked up. I can't get to New York because I'm being watched, but you can. If I keep going north they'll keep after me, giving you a clear shot. Got it?" Again Indiana nodded.
"Would you do this for me?"
Before she could answer the bum shoved her into the space between the toilet and the wall.
"Stay hidden." He breathed.
Something in his voice made her obey without question.
........
Chase shut the stall door and then quietly walked towards the door of the bathroom. Before he got there it swung open. Indiana jumped with each of the six shots.
"Chase Alexander. Thirty-five, educated at Xavier's School For The Gifted, got into a bar brawl that escalated to kill four people. Been on the run ever since. It is not know how he came upon the disk. Search him." Ordered a cold voice.
She could hear the tearing of cloth, and some muttered curses.
"It's not here boss."
Indiana heard movement then a crash as the first stall was kicked open, and the next, the door of the third stall crashed against the wall. There was one stall between her and whoever had shot the bum, no, Chase. She heard the forth stall being kicked open. The next stall was hers.
"Enough Hans!" Indiana heard the speaker spit
"The disk is not here, if this is the target at all."
The last comment was said with such menace she was amazed Hans was still alive.
"Lets go."
"But---"
"Now!"