DISCLAIMER: (SORRY FORGOT LAST CH.) I DON'T OWN NOR AM IN ANY WAY
AFFILIATED WITH X-MEN THE MOVIE OR THE COMICS
Chapter 2- Freak flag high
Dig 'cause I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you
White collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high high!
--Jimi Hendrix (If a 6 was 9)
The next thing I knew the conductor was shaking me awake, "end of the line luv you want to get off?" He asked, not unkindly.
I shook the sleep from my eyes. "Yes thank you." I said collecting my bag from its storage. "I'm sorry to trouble you but could you tell me what city I'm in?"
"New York City luv, you've been asleep for six hours." He said looking at me as if maybe he should get me some help.
"Thank you sir." I said hopping off the train into the almost deserted railway station.
It was a little past four o'clock in the morning and as a pretty seventeen year old I was a prime target for rape so I decided to stay in the station till it was light out. Besides New York City isn't exactly known for its safe streets. Yes better to stay in the brightly lit and inhabited places.
I had taken the tree hundred dollars my mother kept rolled up in her shoe for emergencies and I found a little twenty four-hour shop and bought a bad sandwich and some equally bad coffee but it tasted wonderful. My first food in my long awaited adventure.
But for some reason two hundred and ninety four dollars plus a quarter looked a lot less then three hundred had and I was suddenly reminded that I would need to find a place to stay. If worse came to worse I could always sleep in this train station but it would be better if I found an apartment and work right off.
I didn't sleep the rest of that night, but when it started getting light I stopped by information to ask about where I might find some work. The man there was as sweet as he was helpful.
"What do you want?" He asked glaring at me from over his newspaper.
The words stuck in my mouth, with only six hours of sleep and the emotional stress evolved in running away I was unprepared for this brutal assault. "I was just wondering if you could help me find some work." I finally forced out, determined not to cry.
He laughed, spraying spit all over. "You're to young, you're like what fifteen?"
I turned away, what was I supposed to do now?
"Are you Annie Reedy?" I hadn't noticed the man who had spoken to me before. He was in his early twenties and very non-descript: brown hair, brown eyes and around six feet or so. He looked nice enough but growing up in the age of Paranoia I guess I should have run or at least said I wasn't but my answer was out before I thought about it. "Yeah that's me."
"My name is Kevin Workmen and I know what you are." Now if him knowing my name hadn't tripped them that sent the alarm bells in my head ringing.
"What are you talking about?" Astounding really how calm I sounded even to me.
He smiled, a nice smile too with out any malice in it, which calmed me down slightly even if I kept my defenses running full force. "I know you're a mutant." He said under his breath.
I smiled my most placating smile. "I think you have the wrong Annie Reedy."
He sighed. "Look Annie I'm not out to get you." He claimed. "I'm an alumni at a school for people like you. And every once in a while the Professor contacts me to direct lost kids like you to him."
"How could he possibly know about me?" I accused more then asked trying to find an impossibility in his story so I could discard him as just another crazy person.
He took a calm sip of his coffee. "His mutation. He's telepathic, very powerful actually." Kevin explained.
I guess if I was willing to except my own ability I might as well except that as well. But what I wasn't quiet ready to relinquish was my distrust of Kevin. I raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. "How do I know you're not some sick fuck who wants to take advantage of me?" I asked, rather crude and blunt I know but Emily Post never addressed this situation and I didn't know how to handle it.
He took a sip of his coffee. "Well I'm not asking you for money, giving you candy, wanting you to get in a car with me or anything like that. So what exactly was my ulterior motive supposed to be?" He smiled winningly. "In fact I'm going to give you address and money if you need it and then I'm going to get on my train and go to work."
I thought about that, I guess that made sense. "I don't need any money." I said finally.
I guess it was my nature as an optimistic person (a character trait that had a very distinct possibility of getting me into a lot of trouble) that made me believe him. It would be so nice if what he said was true, a school comprised entirely of mutants where I could be accepted seemed almost to good to be true. I could have been walking into a trap but it was a chance I was willing to take.
An: So what do you guys think? Please tell me, ff.net is going a bit off and it won't let me look at my reviews but I had my review alert on so I can see what you're telling me!!! Thanks for all the comments on the last Ch here's what I have to say to everyone whose review I was actually able to view
remnants-2011- I'm glad you're enjoying my story, yes I think they took a land before time and ran it strait into the ground!
Confused- I'm getting there! I'm getting there! Hold your horses there will be Pyro for everyone soon enough!
tigress33- Glad you liked it! And yes I'm hopping Annie is going to get John's shit together and his ass in line, tell me how you liked this ch.
Tiger-180- Glad you liked it, please tell me what you thought of this chapter!
If I didn't answer your questions I didn't turn on my review alert quick enough so sorry about that but C'est la vie right?
Chapter 2- Freak flag high
Dig 'cause I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you
White collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high high!
--Jimi Hendrix (If a 6 was 9)
The next thing I knew the conductor was shaking me awake, "end of the line luv you want to get off?" He asked, not unkindly.
I shook the sleep from my eyes. "Yes thank you." I said collecting my bag from its storage. "I'm sorry to trouble you but could you tell me what city I'm in?"
"New York City luv, you've been asleep for six hours." He said looking at me as if maybe he should get me some help.
"Thank you sir." I said hopping off the train into the almost deserted railway station.
It was a little past four o'clock in the morning and as a pretty seventeen year old I was a prime target for rape so I decided to stay in the station till it was light out. Besides New York City isn't exactly known for its safe streets. Yes better to stay in the brightly lit and inhabited places.
I had taken the tree hundred dollars my mother kept rolled up in her shoe for emergencies and I found a little twenty four-hour shop and bought a bad sandwich and some equally bad coffee but it tasted wonderful. My first food in my long awaited adventure.
But for some reason two hundred and ninety four dollars plus a quarter looked a lot less then three hundred had and I was suddenly reminded that I would need to find a place to stay. If worse came to worse I could always sleep in this train station but it would be better if I found an apartment and work right off.
I didn't sleep the rest of that night, but when it started getting light I stopped by information to ask about where I might find some work. The man there was as sweet as he was helpful.
"What do you want?" He asked glaring at me from over his newspaper.
The words stuck in my mouth, with only six hours of sleep and the emotional stress evolved in running away I was unprepared for this brutal assault. "I was just wondering if you could help me find some work." I finally forced out, determined not to cry.
He laughed, spraying spit all over. "You're to young, you're like what fifteen?"
I turned away, what was I supposed to do now?
"Are you Annie Reedy?" I hadn't noticed the man who had spoken to me before. He was in his early twenties and very non-descript: brown hair, brown eyes and around six feet or so. He looked nice enough but growing up in the age of Paranoia I guess I should have run or at least said I wasn't but my answer was out before I thought about it. "Yeah that's me."
"My name is Kevin Workmen and I know what you are." Now if him knowing my name hadn't tripped them that sent the alarm bells in my head ringing.
"What are you talking about?" Astounding really how calm I sounded even to me.
He smiled, a nice smile too with out any malice in it, which calmed me down slightly even if I kept my defenses running full force. "I know you're a mutant." He said under his breath.
I smiled my most placating smile. "I think you have the wrong Annie Reedy."
He sighed. "Look Annie I'm not out to get you." He claimed. "I'm an alumni at a school for people like you. And every once in a while the Professor contacts me to direct lost kids like you to him."
"How could he possibly know about me?" I accused more then asked trying to find an impossibility in his story so I could discard him as just another crazy person.
He took a calm sip of his coffee. "His mutation. He's telepathic, very powerful actually." Kevin explained.
I guess if I was willing to except my own ability I might as well except that as well. But what I wasn't quiet ready to relinquish was my distrust of Kevin. I raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. "How do I know you're not some sick fuck who wants to take advantage of me?" I asked, rather crude and blunt I know but Emily Post never addressed this situation and I didn't know how to handle it.
He took a sip of his coffee. "Well I'm not asking you for money, giving you candy, wanting you to get in a car with me or anything like that. So what exactly was my ulterior motive supposed to be?" He smiled winningly. "In fact I'm going to give you address and money if you need it and then I'm going to get on my train and go to work."
I thought about that, I guess that made sense. "I don't need any money." I said finally.
I guess it was my nature as an optimistic person (a character trait that had a very distinct possibility of getting me into a lot of trouble) that made me believe him. It would be so nice if what he said was true, a school comprised entirely of mutants where I could be accepted seemed almost to good to be true. I could have been walking into a trap but it was a chance I was willing to take.
An: So what do you guys think? Please tell me, ff.net is going a bit off and it won't let me look at my reviews but I had my review alert on so I can see what you're telling me!!! Thanks for all the comments on the last Ch here's what I have to say to everyone whose review I was actually able to view
remnants-2011- I'm glad you're enjoying my story, yes I think they took a land before time and ran it strait into the ground!
Confused- I'm getting there! I'm getting there! Hold your horses there will be Pyro for everyone soon enough!
tigress33- Glad you liked it! And yes I'm hopping Annie is going to get John's shit together and his ass in line, tell me how you liked this ch.
Tiger-180- Glad you liked it, please tell me what you thought of this chapter!
If I didn't answer your questions I didn't turn on my review alert quick enough so sorry about that but C'est la vie right?
