Disclaimer: I still don't own X-Men. But I do own Birdie, Camry, and Gyffon.
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'Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod!' Camry thought, hugging her backpack to her chest as she ran. How did she get herself into this! She stopped to catch her breath. Where the hell were Gryffon and Birdie! She glanced around the dreary streets, and saw no sign of her comrades. Or should I say, her accomplices.
It had been a year since the two found the third, and things had been going great. They had been traveling back and forth from Canada (where the story started) to the states. Picking a pocket here, stealing some food there to survive. They had taught Birdie how to pick pockets, and she had had an incredible knack for it. A gift, if you will.
But tonight, they were going in for a bigger catch. Much bigger. They were going into a bank.
The plan had been this; the three would wait until night, then Birdie would fly to the roof. She would watch the guards through the rather stupidly placed skylight. When they were on their coffee break, she would signal then with her flashlight. Camry would slip the end off of a vent, Gryffon would adjust his size to fit, and crawl through. All three had hands-free walkie-talkies. Camry would talk him through opening the vault, as she was the one who knew how to do it. He would get the money, (not to much, only a few thousand) and slip back out, quickly as possible.
Everything went well, until Gryffon was inside.
"OK," Camry said, "Hop over the teller's desk, and move back. Quietly. Be careful" He did not reply. Camry had told him not to. Move closer to the vault. There is a combination lock on it. Pull out your stethoscope. Put it beside the lock. Move the lock back and forth until it clicks. Do it two more times." She waited until sh heard three faint clicks. Put the cooking oil on the hinges, and open the door." She heard him pull out the oil. Then nothing, but a faint, slightly afraid,
"Oh shit."
"Gryffon, Gryffon, are you there? Gryffon?" Camry asked. "Birdie, what the hell happened?"
"I don't know," came the reply, "I can't see. I think the guards... Run Camry!! Run!! He must have pulled the alarm!" silence for a second, then, "Oh shit."
"They don't know we're here, it's ok," Static. "Birdie? Birdie? BIRDIE!!" She was screaming it, up at the roof. There were some clatters, a few muffled thumps, then nothing. A light shone over the ridge of the roof, right into Camry's eyes.
"There's another here! Prob'ly another mutant freak!" the voice echoed through the cold.
"Get it, then! We have to clear out the city, remember? If it's not a mutant, throw it in jail!" came the reply.
"Oh shit." That was the third time it was said. And each time with more urgency then the one before.
Camry turned and bolted, running blindly down the street, hoping that her worst fears were not liv4ed out at last. She stopped, spying a newspaper lying on the ground. She picked it up, hoping it was today's. It was. On the first page, her fears multiplied, as she read the heading. In big bold, accusing letters, it said;
MUTANT REGISTRATION LAW PASSED
Camry dropped the paper and kept running.
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A/N: What do you think? You like? Should I write more? Please let me know!! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
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'Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod!' Camry thought, hugging her backpack to her chest as she ran. How did she get herself into this! She stopped to catch her breath. Where the hell were Gryffon and Birdie! She glanced around the dreary streets, and saw no sign of her comrades. Or should I say, her accomplices.
It had been a year since the two found the third, and things had been going great. They had been traveling back and forth from Canada (where the story started) to the states. Picking a pocket here, stealing some food there to survive. They had taught Birdie how to pick pockets, and she had had an incredible knack for it. A gift, if you will.
But tonight, they were going in for a bigger catch. Much bigger. They were going into a bank.
The plan had been this; the three would wait until night, then Birdie would fly to the roof. She would watch the guards through the rather stupidly placed skylight. When they were on their coffee break, she would signal then with her flashlight. Camry would slip the end off of a vent, Gryffon would adjust his size to fit, and crawl through. All three had hands-free walkie-talkies. Camry would talk him through opening the vault, as she was the one who knew how to do it. He would get the money, (not to much, only a few thousand) and slip back out, quickly as possible.
Everything went well, until Gryffon was inside.
"OK," Camry said, "Hop over the teller's desk, and move back. Quietly. Be careful" He did not reply. Camry had told him not to. Move closer to the vault. There is a combination lock on it. Pull out your stethoscope. Put it beside the lock. Move the lock back and forth until it clicks. Do it two more times." She waited until sh heard three faint clicks. Put the cooking oil on the hinges, and open the door." She heard him pull out the oil. Then nothing, but a faint, slightly afraid,
"Oh shit."
"Gryffon, Gryffon, are you there? Gryffon?" Camry asked. "Birdie, what the hell happened?"
"I don't know," came the reply, "I can't see. I think the guards... Run Camry!! Run!! He must have pulled the alarm!" silence for a second, then, "Oh shit."
"They don't know we're here, it's ok," Static. "Birdie? Birdie? BIRDIE!!" She was screaming it, up at the roof. There were some clatters, a few muffled thumps, then nothing. A light shone over the ridge of the roof, right into Camry's eyes.
"There's another here! Prob'ly another mutant freak!" the voice echoed through the cold.
"Get it, then! We have to clear out the city, remember? If it's not a mutant, throw it in jail!" came the reply.
"Oh shit." That was the third time it was said. And each time with more urgency then the one before.
Camry turned and bolted, running blindly down the street, hoping that her worst fears were not liv4ed out at last. She stopped, spying a newspaper lying on the ground. She picked it up, hoping it was today's. It was. On the first page, her fears multiplied, as she read the heading. In big bold, accusing letters, it said;
MUTANT REGISTRATION LAW PASSED
Camry dropped the paper and kept running.
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A/N: What do you think? You like? Should I write more? Please let me know!! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
