Just to add another character in the story. Good guy. Probably also going
to become a mutant.
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Chapter 3: a true friend
Nate had left his house at six in the morning, on a Saturday. It was slightly chilly outside, but very hot for a tardy October day.
At seven, he was waiting in front of the arcade center, barely moving, thinking about what he should do. At eight, Maxim arrived, looking lightly tiered. His red coat flashed 'look at me' and girls would have killed for his smile. He had blond hair and very blue eyes. He was tall, but not as muscular as Nathan, even if he did boxing.
He walked to his friend, his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.
"Wazzup?" he said, forming a blur of haze in front of his mouth.
"Max, we need to talk," Nate said, dead serious. "I have a major problem and I need you're help?"
"Nathaniel Cage needs my help," Max said incredulously. "Well now I've seen it all."
They started walking.
"Before yesterday, I got cornered by Harris' gang," he started.
"Yeah, they came back pretty messed up," Max interrupted.
"I got hit behind the head pretty hard," Nate continued. "I didn't really pay attention to it until I discovered that I had fangs the next day."
Maxim stopped and stared at his friend. "Show me," he said.
Nathan opened his mouth, and showed him the two incisors that hadn't grown since yesterday. Max looked at them with a serious look on his face.
"I . . . I learned that . . . people become mutants when they're exposed to periods of heightened emotional stress," he said. "You think it's that that happened to you?"
Nate nodded.
"Did you find out what's you're mutation?" he asked friendly.
"No," Nate said dully. "Just those fangs, up to date."
"Well, I watched a show on mutants, and you'll probably have something else that will appear," Max said. "But don't worry, I'll help you any way I can."
Nathan smiled a true smile.
"Thanks Max," he said. "What do you think I should tell my mother?"
Maxim's look became murky.
"Nathan," he started. "We both know she hates mutants."
Nathaniel shrugged.
"What do I do?"
"Nothing," Max said. "Hide it from her 'cause she would probably have a negative reaction."
"Yeah. Okay," Nate said with regret.
"Now, come," Max said, walking back to the twenty four hours open arcades where teenagers of all ages were playing games, even this early in the morning. "I have to show you this new game," he said.
Nathan smiled freely, and followed him inside, a great weight lifted off his shoulders.
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Not everyone has to hate mutants.
Memo to yourself: REVIEW if you READ.
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Chapter 3: a true friend
Nate had left his house at six in the morning, on a Saturday. It was slightly chilly outside, but very hot for a tardy October day.
At seven, he was waiting in front of the arcade center, barely moving, thinking about what he should do. At eight, Maxim arrived, looking lightly tiered. His red coat flashed 'look at me' and girls would have killed for his smile. He had blond hair and very blue eyes. He was tall, but not as muscular as Nathan, even if he did boxing.
He walked to his friend, his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.
"Wazzup?" he said, forming a blur of haze in front of his mouth.
"Max, we need to talk," Nate said, dead serious. "I have a major problem and I need you're help?"
"Nathaniel Cage needs my help," Max said incredulously. "Well now I've seen it all."
They started walking.
"Before yesterday, I got cornered by Harris' gang," he started.
"Yeah, they came back pretty messed up," Max interrupted.
"I got hit behind the head pretty hard," Nate continued. "I didn't really pay attention to it until I discovered that I had fangs the next day."
Maxim stopped and stared at his friend. "Show me," he said.
Nathan opened his mouth, and showed him the two incisors that hadn't grown since yesterday. Max looked at them with a serious look on his face.
"I . . . I learned that . . . people become mutants when they're exposed to periods of heightened emotional stress," he said. "You think it's that that happened to you?"
Nate nodded.
"Did you find out what's you're mutation?" he asked friendly.
"No," Nate said dully. "Just those fangs, up to date."
"Well, I watched a show on mutants, and you'll probably have something else that will appear," Max said. "But don't worry, I'll help you any way I can."
Nathan smiled a true smile.
"Thanks Max," he said. "What do you think I should tell my mother?"
Maxim's look became murky.
"Nathan," he started. "We both know she hates mutants."
Nathaniel shrugged.
"What do I do?"
"Nothing," Max said. "Hide it from her 'cause she would probably have a negative reaction."
"Yeah. Okay," Nate said with regret.
"Now, come," Max said, walking back to the twenty four hours open arcades where teenagers of all ages were playing games, even this early in the morning. "I have to show you this new game," he said.
Nathan smiled freely, and followed him inside, a great weight lifted off his shoulders.
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Not everyone has to hate mutants.
Memo to yourself: REVIEW if you READ.