She fainted. I'm not kidding. My mother took one look at my hair, eyes, and
fur, and fainted. My dad wasn't too happy when he found Scott trying to
help my mother onto a chair in the hallway, and he freaked out when he saw
me. I knew they would.
So fifteen minuets later my mother had woken up and made herself some tea, which she probably poured alcohol into, and we all sat in the living room, except Logan and I, who stood. I kept glancing at the windows, and once I thought I saw a couple kids, but they ran off.
"You weren't supposed to come back," my father said loudly, still in a panic mode. I glared at him
"Well I didn't want to, you can count on that." I replied angrily. Ororo seemed to want to keep the arguing down, because she cut in. I was more than happy to try and disappear into the back ground.
"We have come to get your permission to let Jen join the School for the Gifted." She said. My mother snorted into her teacup.
"School for the Gifted? Jen belongs in a prison or somewhere she can't hurt anyone." She spat. Ouch, that hurt a lot. That lying bitch, she didn't even know if I had ever hurt anyone. I have, but she didn't know it.
"She hasn't hurt anyone." Surprisingly this came from Logan, who I not only attacked, but watched as I tried to kill a ferry terminal guard. He was lying, but it did make me feel a bit better, at least there were some people in this room who trusted me.
My father laughed, only it was mean and short. He picked up a tape and put it in the VCR, turning on the TV. "Didn't hurt anyone?" he asked, pressing the 'on' button. A news reporter was talking about some mutant attacks in different areas of the US, and then about on in a ferry terminal near Manhattan. Damnit, this could be a problem.
Apparently some idiot with a camera caught the 'attacking mutant' and sold the tape to the media. They didn't get much more than me jumping to the guard, and you couldn't see my face, but I'm still in the same cloths as on the TV showed, and my hair and fur aren't exactly common. Besides, Logan was also caught and you could see his face.
"So you have two girls that look like her at your school, and she is the good one?" dad asked, pointing an accusing finger at me.
"Shut your face," I snapped. Ororo threw me a sharp look as if to say 'be nice to your parents', but I ignored her. I was pissed off, and judging by my hair being lighter on one side my eyes were starting to glow. Logan saw this and walked by me, muttering out the side of his mouth.
"Go outside and calm down kid," then he sat on the couch with Ororo and Scott as if that's why he moved. I decided as much as I wanted to kill my parents it wouldn't help anything, and if they had to give me permission to stay at the school then I had to keep them alive, for now. So I walked over to the VCR, took out the tape, smashed it, and stormed out, trying to keep my fangs in my mouth.
Out on the porch I pulled my hat and coat on again, sitting in the shade where I was least likely to be seen. I sat in a swing chair, rocking back and fourth, trying to get rid of my fangs.
"There it is! Get it!" I heard loud shouts from down the street, but paid no heed. Cat chasing was big in this neighborhood. Suddenly a rock hit me in the back of the head, just as my eyes had gone back to dark red and my teeth became normal.
I spun around. "Oi! What the hell are you doing you brats?!" I screamed. More rocks flew at me, but I was able to duck most of them. I saw about ten kids, I knew them all, armed with baseball bats and sticks.
"Mutant!" they screamed. God I hated them. They were the bullies from the neighborhood, called themselves the Street Gang or something. They were always unoriginal, racist, and had brains of shit.
I really wanted to lose my temper, to go kill them, but I don't believe in hurting shit-head little kids, they were too stupid to know any better. So I got up and walked down the road, the others would meet me at the jet.
But the kids kept following me, throwing stone. Distantly I heard the adults in the house come out, but by then I was running. Always running from parents and bullies and what I was before the mutation happened.
Soon I reached the woods where the jet was, and had a bunch of bruises from those stupid kids who were still chasing me. Then I realized if I lead them to the jet they could hurt it or something, and I would be responsible. So I went in the opposite direction.
The kids behind me were obviously fast runners, and they were shouting to wake the dead as they chased me. I was getting tired, and still trying to keep my temper, but it wasn't working. I spun around, fangs bared and claws out.
One kid yelled and ran away, but the rest raised their bats, surrounding me and jeering.
"Trash!" one kid hollered. He was bigger than the rest, I think his name was Teddy or something. Several of the kids swung their bats at me, one hitting me in the stomach.
"Get away from me," I snarled, trying to get up. But they had decided to kill me, or at least beat me to a pulp. I would have killed them, if there had been any less, but every time I lunged at one of them he would hit me with his bat and I would be attacked by several others from behind.
After two minuets, which seemed like eternity, I had more bruises than I could cout, a nasty head ache, and no way of getting out. The funny thing was they didn't swing often unless I attacked, so I tried to dodge most of it.
Then, suddenly, the sunny day disappeared. The kids looked around, scared and bewildered. I was on the ground, a hit on my back was aching more than I cared to ignore to pay attention to the sunshine.
Then I knew what was going on. A Storm, the Storm. Ororo had mentioned she could control the weather, was it her creating the black could overhead? Then it started raining, pouring buckets down on everything. It felt good, though it stung the cut in the back of my head I had gotten from the rock earlier.
Suddenly Logan was in the middle of the circle of bullies, claws coming out of both hands he snarled at the kids, walking towards Teddy. A bat greeted him in the face, driving him back a step, but he just glared at Terry, who looked ready to pee himself.
Several kids ran of screaming, but Terry and two others seemed unable to move. Logan ignored them then and came over, hoisting me up until I found my feet and was able to stand. Then I saw Scott, Ororo, and my parents had arrived. Ororo's eyes were solid white, and she glared at the kids.
Scott grabbed Teddy and another kid's bat, but before he reached the third my father had grabbed it. This surprised everybody.
"Stop the rain!" My father bellowed. Scott nodded at Storm, and instantly the rain ceased and the sun came out as if nothing had blocked it. Then my father spun around and glared at Scott. "I want those papers back, she's not going to any school. She is going to a jail cell!" I would have killed him, right there. If he had already signed the stuff I needed then I didn't need him anymore, but I hurt all over, and the bandage on my arm had fallen off. I was in no condition to kill anybody, even one of the kids.
"I'm sorry sir, but Jen is now in our custody." Scott replied evenly. My father shook the bat at him, unable to say anything. Scott then walked away, followed by Ororo, Logan, and lastly me. I glared at my parents one last time, flipped them the bird, and walked away feeling better. I never saw the bat come down on my head, I only remember the ground rushing up at me. My father had knocked me out with a baseball bat.
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So fifteen minuets later my mother had woken up and made herself some tea, which she probably poured alcohol into, and we all sat in the living room, except Logan and I, who stood. I kept glancing at the windows, and once I thought I saw a couple kids, but they ran off.
"You weren't supposed to come back," my father said loudly, still in a panic mode. I glared at him
"Well I didn't want to, you can count on that." I replied angrily. Ororo seemed to want to keep the arguing down, because she cut in. I was more than happy to try and disappear into the back ground.
"We have come to get your permission to let Jen join the School for the Gifted." She said. My mother snorted into her teacup.
"School for the Gifted? Jen belongs in a prison or somewhere she can't hurt anyone." She spat. Ouch, that hurt a lot. That lying bitch, she didn't even know if I had ever hurt anyone. I have, but she didn't know it.
"She hasn't hurt anyone." Surprisingly this came from Logan, who I not only attacked, but watched as I tried to kill a ferry terminal guard. He was lying, but it did make me feel a bit better, at least there were some people in this room who trusted me.
My father laughed, only it was mean and short. He picked up a tape and put it in the VCR, turning on the TV. "Didn't hurt anyone?" he asked, pressing the 'on' button. A news reporter was talking about some mutant attacks in different areas of the US, and then about on in a ferry terminal near Manhattan. Damnit, this could be a problem.
Apparently some idiot with a camera caught the 'attacking mutant' and sold the tape to the media. They didn't get much more than me jumping to the guard, and you couldn't see my face, but I'm still in the same cloths as on the TV showed, and my hair and fur aren't exactly common. Besides, Logan was also caught and you could see his face.
"So you have two girls that look like her at your school, and she is the good one?" dad asked, pointing an accusing finger at me.
"Shut your face," I snapped. Ororo threw me a sharp look as if to say 'be nice to your parents', but I ignored her. I was pissed off, and judging by my hair being lighter on one side my eyes were starting to glow. Logan saw this and walked by me, muttering out the side of his mouth.
"Go outside and calm down kid," then he sat on the couch with Ororo and Scott as if that's why he moved. I decided as much as I wanted to kill my parents it wouldn't help anything, and if they had to give me permission to stay at the school then I had to keep them alive, for now. So I walked over to the VCR, took out the tape, smashed it, and stormed out, trying to keep my fangs in my mouth.
Out on the porch I pulled my hat and coat on again, sitting in the shade where I was least likely to be seen. I sat in a swing chair, rocking back and fourth, trying to get rid of my fangs.
"There it is! Get it!" I heard loud shouts from down the street, but paid no heed. Cat chasing was big in this neighborhood. Suddenly a rock hit me in the back of the head, just as my eyes had gone back to dark red and my teeth became normal.
I spun around. "Oi! What the hell are you doing you brats?!" I screamed. More rocks flew at me, but I was able to duck most of them. I saw about ten kids, I knew them all, armed with baseball bats and sticks.
"Mutant!" they screamed. God I hated them. They were the bullies from the neighborhood, called themselves the Street Gang or something. They were always unoriginal, racist, and had brains of shit.
I really wanted to lose my temper, to go kill them, but I don't believe in hurting shit-head little kids, they were too stupid to know any better. So I got up and walked down the road, the others would meet me at the jet.
But the kids kept following me, throwing stone. Distantly I heard the adults in the house come out, but by then I was running. Always running from parents and bullies and what I was before the mutation happened.
Soon I reached the woods where the jet was, and had a bunch of bruises from those stupid kids who were still chasing me. Then I realized if I lead them to the jet they could hurt it or something, and I would be responsible. So I went in the opposite direction.
The kids behind me were obviously fast runners, and they were shouting to wake the dead as they chased me. I was getting tired, and still trying to keep my temper, but it wasn't working. I spun around, fangs bared and claws out.
One kid yelled and ran away, but the rest raised their bats, surrounding me and jeering.
"Trash!" one kid hollered. He was bigger than the rest, I think his name was Teddy or something. Several of the kids swung their bats at me, one hitting me in the stomach.
"Get away from me," I snarled, trying to get up. But they had decided to kill me, or at least beat me to a pulp. I would have killed them, if there had been any less, but every time I lunged at one of them he would hit me with his bat and I would be attacked by several others from behind.
After two minuets, which seemed like eternity, I had more bruises than I could cout, a nasty head ache, and no way of getting out. The funny thing was they didn't swing often unless I attacked, so I tried to dodge most of it.
Then, suddenly, the sunny day disappeared. The kids looked around, scared and bewildered. I was on the ground, a hit on my back was aching more than I cared to ignore to pay attention to the sunshine.
Then I knew what was going on. A Storm, the Storm. Ororo had mentioned she could control the weather, was it her creating the black could overhead? Then it started raining, pouring buckets down on everything. It felt good, though it stung the cut in the back of my head I had gotten from the rock earlier.
Suddenly Logan was in the middle of the circle of bullies, claws coming out of both hands he snarled at the kids, walking towards Teddy. A bat greeted him in the face, driving him back a step, but he just glared at Terry, who looked ready to pee himself.
Several kids ran of screaming, but Terry and two others seemed unable to move. Logan ignored them then and came over, hoisting me up until I found my feet and was able to stand. Then I saw Scott, Ororo, and my parents had arrived. Ororo's eyes were solid white, and she glared at the kids.
Scott grabbed Teddy and another kid's bat, but before he reached the third my father had grabbed it. This surprised everybody.
"Stop the rain!" My father bellowed. Scott nodded at Storm, and instantly the rain ceased and the sun came out as if nothing had blocked it. Then my father spun around and glared at Scott. "I want those papers back, she's not going to any school. She is going to a jail cell!" I would have killed him, right there. If he had already signed the stuff I needed then I didn't need him anymore, but I hurt all over, and the bandage on my arm had fallen off. I was in no condition to kill anybody, even one of the kids.
"I'm sorry sir, but Jen is now in our custody." Scott replied evenly. My father shook the bat at him, unable to say anything. Scott then walked away, followed by Ororo, Logan, and lastly me. I glared at my parents one last time, flipped them the bird, and walked away feeling better. I never saw the bat come down on my head, I only remember the ground rushing up at me. My father had knocked me out with a baseball bat.
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