I'm actually really involved in another fic at the moment, but with KASHA
sending me emails telling me to update I decided to bend to her will. I
actually want to finish this fic relatively soon, so tell me if I'm moving
too fast. Enjoy, review, and wish me luck on finishing. I've lost my
synopsis, so now I've no idea what's going on. We'll all just have to play
it by ear.
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Indiana looked around at the dingy trailer park and grimaced. It sure as hell wasn't what she was used to. Logan noticed the grimace and touched her arm in concern.
"You okay, Kid?" He asked.
They were only about a days ride from New York and Logan was glad. The death of her friends had affected Indiana in a way the death of her parents had not. She had become moody and silent. Well, more silent then she already was. She never smiled anymore, or laughed. And she continually checked over her shoulder, looking for an enemy that was never there.
*At least not yet* Added Logan as an afterthought.
He knew whoever had killed Indiana's friends would now be coming after her. They were only a day away from New York. Almost there. Almost safe. It was strange. In a matter of weeks a girl he'd picked up in a bar had become the most important thing in Logan's life.
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Indiana stared at the water running down her body, watched as it ran into the cracks between the shoddy bathroom tiles. She felt anger rising deep within her. This wasn't new. Ever since the deaths of her best friends Indiana found she had been angry a lot, and bitter, and sad, and--- guilty. Yes. Guilt. She knew that, logically, it wasn't her fault. But it was hard to tell that to her heart.
*It's not fair* She sobbed quietly, *What did I do? I never wanted this! I never asked to be a mutant. I never asked to be a freak. All I wanted--- was to be normal. A normal teenage girl in a normal teenage world. What did I do wrong?*
She looked down at her nails. They were shorter now; it was more practical that way. But on a whim Indiana had pointed them. For Bi. Bi had always wanted pointy nails, said it was one of her fantasies.
Stepping out if the shower Indiana regarded herself in the mirror. She was thinner now. Time and stress had left their mark. But she was also wiser. It was amazing how fast you grew up when you didn't have a choice.
Looking back at her reflection Indiana felt a moment of regret for what she was about to do. She hoped Logan wouldn't be disappointed in her. Logan. Indiana didn't know how she felt on that subject. Sometimes she caught him looking at her in the strangest way. There was almost a hunger in his eyes. But most alarming were the times when she caught herself looking back at him with the same hungry gaze. In the end, it didn't matter. This was just something she had to do.
Picking up the razor blade that rested on the chipped porcelain basin she raised her arms--- and began to cut.
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Mwahhahahahar! What do you think of that?!
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Indiana looked around at the dingy trailer park and grimaced. It sure as hell wasn't what she was used to. Logan noticed the grimace and touched her arm in concern.
"You okay, Kid?" He asked.
They were only about a days ride from New York and Logan was glad. The death of her friends had affected Indiana in a way the death of her parents had not. She had become moody and silent. Well, more silent then she already was. She never smiled anymore, or laughed. And she continually checked over her shoulder, looking for an enemy that was never there.
*At least not yet* Added Logan as an afterthought.
He knew whoever had killed Indiana's friends would now be coming after her. They were only a day away from New York. Almost there. Almost safe. It was strange. In a matter of weeks a girl he'd picked up in a bar had become the most important thing in Logan's life.
...........
Indiana stared at the water running down her body, watched as it ran into the cracks between the shoddy bathroom tiles. She felt anger rising deep within her. This wasn't new. Ever since the deaths of her best friends Indiana found she had been angry a lot, and bitter, and sad, and--- guilty. Yes. Guilt. She knew that, logically, it wasn't her fault. But it was hard to tell that to her heart.
*It's not fair* She sobbed quietly, *What did I do? I never wanted this! I never asked to be a mutant. I never asked to be a freak. All I wanted--- was to be normal. A normal teenage girl in a normal teenage world. What did I do wrong?*
She looked down at her nails. They were shorter now; it was more practical that way. But on a whim Indiana had pointed them. For Bi. Bi had always wanted pointy nails, said it was one of her fantasies.
Stepping out if the shower Indiana regarded herself in the mirror. She was thinner now. Time and stress had left their mark. But she was also wiser. It was amazing how fast you grew up when you didn't have a choice.
Looking back at her reflection Indiana felt a moment of regret for what she was about to do. She hoped Logan wouldn't be disappointed in her. Logan. Indiana didn't know how she felt on that subject. Sometimes she caught him looking at her in the strangest way. There was almost a hunger in his eyes. But most alarming were the times when she caught herself looking back at him with the same hungry gaze. In the end, it didn't matter. This was just something she had to do.
Picking up the razor blade that rested on the chipped porcelain basin she raised her arms--- and began to cut.
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Mwahhahahahar! What do you think of that?!