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After the door slammed shut Indiana risked waiting five minutes, anyone could come in and find the body, but it was a risk she gladly took.
Slowly she opened the door.
The bum was dead, the six bullet holes in his chest testament to that, and the floor around him was slick with blood. Taking a deep breath Indiana strode to the fallen gun, picking it up thrust it through the waistband of her pants, pulling down her shirt to cover it. As she looked up she caught sight of her reflection for the first time. If she hadn't already been shocked dumb she would have been.
Her hair--- Far from being the stylish bob she had entered with, was now a tangled waist length mass of streaks. The streaks matched her finger nails snow white and electric blue. White seemed to be the base colour with blue banded through. They won't like the streaks you paid for in salons. These ones started at her hairline and bled backwards from her face. The smallest were a finger width wide, the largest two fingers. Well, at least her eyebrows had stayed the same. Indiana also found she was wearing a necklace; a silver X, encircled, set on a black background, it was about the size of a silver dollar, and twice as thick. Reaching into her shirt she pulled out a roll of bills. Two hundred dollars all up. Indiana looked down at the clothes she was wearing. Then looked at her tangled mass of hair.
*If I have to go to New York*
She glanced over at the body, the blood was starting to thicken, not that there was any debate over her going now.
*I'm going shopping*
With shopping on her mind Indiana didn't notice the bloody footprint she left on the bathroom tiles.
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As Indiana walked back into to the Food Court she caught site of her friends sitting at the table, they were arguing, which was nothing new, suddenly Silvya stood up and started towards the bathroom. Indiana turned and headed towards the stores. Three hours later and ninety dollars lighter. Her hair had been washed and combed. Individual streaks of blue were tightly braided and her mass of hair was pulled back into a horses' tail behind her head. A large brain now cascaded down her back. She'd also brought a bandanna to try and hide the obviousness of her hair. Indiana tried to think of how she was going to get to New York, which was over 4000 miles away from Athabasca; it wasn't even in the same state!
*Well, I'm not getting a plane ticket for a hundred and ten bucks; we don't have any train stations near here, so I guess I'm going by bus.*
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*Oh you have got to be kidding me. No way. Sixty bucks to Fort McMurray? Shit!*
Indiana glared at the ticket machine as it sucked up her bills and spat out her ticket.
*That leaves me with what? Fifty bucks to get to New York, a disc that people are killing for, a necklace with an X on it, and a handgun covered in blood.*
With a sigh Indiana found her seat and slept the forty-five minutes until the bus left.
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Indiana glared at the woman across from her; she had been staring for the last ten minutes. In fact everyone on the bus seemed to have spent at least ten minutes staring at her.
*Damn hair.*
There was still about two hundred miles to Fort McMurray. With a sigh Indiana pulled her bag onto her lap and pulled out an apple. She was starving and devoured the piece of fruit, core and all. The woman across from her sniffed. Ignoring her Indiana tried to go back to sleep.
As soon as the bus stopped Indiana awoke, looking out the window she wondered what the problem was, 'cause they sure as hell won't in Fort McMurray. She turned to find the driver clearing his throat beside her.
"The other passengers wish you to leave the bus, Miss."
Indiana looked around incredulously. The driver seemed to take her silence for shock.
"We don't want no mutants on this bus!"
Called a voice from up the back, the caller was quickly shushed but Indiana flinched just the same.
Emotions were flooding through her, anger, fear and--- shame.
"Please leave." Was all the driver said.
Some of her emotions must have shown on her face, because the driver started to motion her up the front, looking around all she saw was hostile faces, she grabbed her bag and followed. He practically threw her off the bus
"Look kid, personally? I got no problem with ya, but them,"
He made a motion towards the passengers
"Hell, I could lose my job."
Indiana felt like crying, she opened her mouth, ready to protest her innocence, before remembering she couldn't speak. The driver took out his wallet.
"Here's fifty bucks kid, to reimburse some of your ticket. Good luck."
With that he got back on the bus and pulled out of the truck stop.
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After the door slammed shut Indiana risked waiting five minutes, anyone could come in and find the body, but it was a risk she gladly took.
Slowly she opened the door.
The bum was dead, the six bullet holes in his chest testament to that, and the floor around him was slick with blood. Taking a deep breath Indiana strode to the fallen gun, picking it up thrust it through the waistband of her pants, pulling down her shirt to cover it. As she looked up she caught sight of her reflection for the first time. If she hadn't already been shocked dumb she would have been.
Her hair--- Far from being the stylish bob she had entered with, was now a tangled waist length mass of streaks. The streaks matched her finger nails snow white and electric blue. White seemed to be the base colour with blue banded through. They won't like the streaks you paid for in salons. These ones started at her hairline and bled backwards from her face. The smallest were a finger width wide, the largest two fingers. Well, at least her eyebrows had stayed the same. Indiana also found she was wearing a necklace; a silver X, encircled, set on a black background, it was about the size of a silver dollar, and twice as thick. Reaching into her shirt she pulled out a roll of bills. Two hundred dollars all up. Indiana looked down at the clothes she was wearing. Then looked at her tangled mass of hair.
*If I have to go to New York*
She glanced over at the body, the blood was starting to thicken, not that there was any debate over her going now.
*I'm going shopping*
With shopping on her mind Indiana didn't notice the bloody footprint she left on the bathroom tiles.
........
As Indiana walked back into to the Food Court she caught site of her friends sitting at the table, they were arguing, which was nothing new, suddenly Silvya stood up and started towards the bathroom. Indiana turned and headed towards the stores. Three hours later and ninety dollars lighter. Her hair had been washed and combed. Individual streaks of blue were tightly braided and her mass of hair was pulled back into a horses' tail behind her head. A large brain now cascaded down her back. She'd also brought a bandanna to try and hide the obviousness of her hair. Indiana tried to think of how she was going to get to New York, which was over 4000 miles away from Athabasca; it wasn't even in the same state!
*Well, I'm not getting a plane ticket for a hundred and ten bucks; we don't have any train stations near here, so I guess I'm going by bus.*
.........
*Oh you have got to be kidding me. No way. Sixty bucks to Fort McMurray? Shit!*
Indiana glared at the ticket machine as it sucked up her bills and spat out her ticket.
*That leaves me with what? Fifty bucks to get to New York, a disc that people are killing for, a necklace with an X on it, and a handgun covered in blood.*
With a sigh Indiana found her seat and slept the forty-five minutes until the bus left.
........
Indiana glared at the woman across from her; she had been staring for the last ten minutes. In fact everyone on the bus seemed to have spent at least ten minutes staring at her.
*Damn hair.*
There was still about two hundred miles to Fort McMurray. With a sigh Indiana pulled her bag onto her lap and pulled out an apple. She was starving and devoured the piece of fruit, core and all. The woman across from her sniffed. Ignoring her Indiana tried to go back to sleep.
As soon as the bus stopped Indiana awoke, looking out the window she wondered what the problem was, 'cause they sure as hell won't in Fort McMurray. She turned to find the driver clearing his throat beside her.
"The other passengers wish you to leave the bus, Miss."
Indiana looked around incredulously. The driver seemed to take her silence for shock.
"We don't want no mutants on this bus!"
Called a voice from up the back, the caller was quickly shushed but Indiana flinched just the same.
Emotions were flooding through her, anger, fear and--- shame.
"Please leave." Was all the driver said.
Some of her emotions must have shown on her face, because the driver started to motion her up the front, looking around all she saw was hostile faces, she grabbed her bag and followed. He practically threw her off the bus
"Look kid, personally? I got no problem with ya, but them,"
He made a motion towards the passengers
"Hell, I could lose my job."
Indiana felt like crying, she opened her mouth, ready to protest her innocence, before remembering she couldn't speak. The driver took out his wallet.
"Here's fifty bucks kid, to reimburse some of your ticket. Good luck."
With that he got back on the bus and pulled out of the truck stop.