© Autumn Raine
A/N: La la! :D! Here's the introduction of a few more characters. Weel, just like, 2; but still! More to come soon! ^_^
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Good Ol' Family Fun Down on the Farm
Darren pressed his forehead against the window of the car, headphones blaring his music to the loudest it possibly could. Dark eyes watched as the cars passed by his car, his breath beginning to cloud up on the glass. Pulling his head away from the window, he looked up to the front two seats; wondering why the hell his parents couldn't just take a plane. Well, disputes and 11 hours in the car later; they were approaching the border of Florida.
His mother waved for him to take his earphones off, and he did. His hair began to shift from it's blue-ish, purple state and began to change to a comfortable purple. "Yeah, mom?"
"We're gonna make a short stop, Darren." She smiled, and then turned back around; the smile slowly fading into a frown.
Darren shrugged, knowing it must be that his dad had to use the bathroom again. Leaning his head back on the seat's cushion, he slipped the headphones back on; tilting his head slightly so that his eyes fixed on the passing road.
Seeing Darren had went back to his music in the side mirror, his mother looked to Tom, her husband. "Honey...I don't think this is a good idea.." She whispered to him.
"Dammit, Caroline. I don't want to talk about this while we drive. I told you before we left that we'd do this. And that's it." His eyes were fixed on the road.
"Ok, Tom. I just hope we're doing the right thing..." She bit at her fingernail, eyes shifting their gaze to the road infront of them as well.
"Well..." His father pulled up into a dusty paved road, and continued to talk as they wund themselves about the path, "..We're here...well, in a second or so."
Darren studied the Barn, and the smaller "Barn" style buildings about the place. Few stands were outside in the front, kids seeming to be tending at all the booths. A bit of a smirk pulled at his lips as he noticed that some girls were selling t-shirts and visors to costumers. Heh....He ripped off his headphones, ready to "mack" it on with some ladies.
Pulling into a tar paved parking lot, white lines framed the outside of the car as they came to a stop. They got the farthest parking spot, which, resulted in the longest walk to where-ever they had come to.
The Farm, well that wasn't too descriptive....Darren hopped out of the SUV, his parents shortly out of the car as well.
"Darren, we're gonna go and get a few things for the ride; as well as use the bathroom. Maybe we'll look around. You've got till 4, buddy. See ya." His father patted him on the shoulder, then continued towards the man building.
"See you then, Darren." His mother forced a smile, and pushed back the most deepest tears. Hugging him, she then quickly tore herself from him and followed her father. "Behave young man." Were her last words before she went with her husband.
An hour to myself! Darren cried on the inside, and diverted his gaze to the booths that were to the right and left of the main building. Picking up his pace, and weaving between the rows of cars; eyes looked up to the big sign plastered over a near, small barn. "Howdy! Welcome to the Farm!"
"Isn't that friendly." He chuckled to himself, and looked down to the booth infront of him. Eyes met with blue eyes, then shifted over to look at the owner of the blue eyes. Blonde hair, and a nice, petite frame. Smiling a bit, he leaned on the mountain of shirts infront of him; his hair looking a nice blue from the sun. A pierced brow raised as he looked to her. "Well, hey there." He said smoothly, "How much for a tee?"
Blushing a bit, Sue returned the smile; but quickly washed it away. "19.50 plus tax." She said as sweetly as she could.
"Well..." He went to his pocket, and pulled out his wallet. Fingers shifted through the few bills, and he pulled out a twenty. "Will twenty be enough?"
"It might. What would you like? There are alot of different ones." She tried to busy her blushing face by going through the tee's infront of her.
"How 'bout your number." He smiled slyly, eyes looking directly to hers.
"What?" She gasped.
"What the hell are ya doin', kid?" A southern belle's voice rang out harshly, and almost in a whisper from the out side of Sue, hands upon her waist.
Eyes looked to the voice. Freckles gently dusted her nose, sun light beaming down on her pale face. Strands of white fell down over her shoulders, hiding her tattoo from view. Darren's eyes met hers, which were dark and glimmered with streaks of violet. "Just tryin' to get a number." He shrugged, "Nice contacts you got."
"What are ya talkin' about? These are mah eyes, kid."
"That's pretty funky."
"Ya might think that, kid."
"Ala-I mean, Floating Darkness, could you please leave me alone with my customer?" Sue glared at Alana, reluctantly using their "names."
Rolling her eyes, feet shifted along the floor to the other side of the table; where sunlight was beaming down on her, and chains were shackled on her feet. Chains scrapped along the ground as she moved.
"Whoa. What's with the chains?" He raised a brow.
"Don't you know?" Sue raised a brow, her voice drastically softer and timid.
"What?"
"She's a mutant."
"So.." He trailed off.
"We all are. Hello, Mutant Farm." She snapped, then shifted over the tee-shirts once more; blue eyes looking down to the sizes infront of her. Her hands were gloved with plastic-lytex gloves, a barrier put on her skin so that her powers were useless while working.
"Mutant Farm?" He blinked, his hair colour changing from it's blue to a green, then to a bright yellow. Obviously, and visibly unconfortable, Darren blinked and shook his head. "No no, you're kiddin' right?"
"No..." She looked up to him, eyes widening at his hair. "How-How you do that?"
"Well..." He whispered. "I'm a mutant, too."
Her voice became frantic, and almost worrisome; a gloved hand gently took his in hers. "Leave now. Get out of here. Before they know about you! You don't want to be here." She quickly let go of his hand, and turned her cheek.
Blinking, with a bit of confusion, he nodded; and turned back around. Strolling along calmly, or trying to look calm, he weaved his way back to the parking lot; then through the rows of cars. Eyes widened as he reached the end of the lot, an oil spot in the place his parent's car was.
"Mom? Dad?" He cried out. "Mom!?" He stood in the parking lot, turning in worried circles as eyes darted frantically glanced about at the different faces of the Farm. He was alone. Left because he was a mutant. "They planned this out, didn't they!" He cried outwards, falling to his knees. Hands ran through his red hair; his body raging with anger.
"Come with us boy..." Chuck picked up the boy by the arm to his feet, flipping handcuffs over his wrists and securing them about his back.
Darren followed the man, knowing his parents had done this to them. Knowing they abandoned their own son.
Sue looked up from her booth, and looked through the thinning crowd infront of her. Blue eyes caught Darren's, and a gasp excaped her lips. Mouthing the words softly, she looked his right in the eyes. "I told you to get away..."
"Seems like we gotta 'nother one in the Farm. There are so many here, they're pro'ly gonna set up chains all ova' the country!" Alana shouted, a hand pounded on the wall of their room.
"If they do, do you think we can go? I hope they build one in New York; I've never really been there." Alex smiled, looking over to Sue.
Sue giggled softly to herself, but that look of fear still washed over her complextion. Metal bracelet's clanked on the wrists as she wiped strands of her hair away from her face. Blue eyes looked over to the foggy, tainted, yet clear, window on the other side of the room. A chill ran down her spine as she saw children pointing and eyes staring...ridiculing...laughing...
"Har har" Alana rolled her eyes, then her body lifted limply up into the air; crossing her legs Indian style as well as placing her arms behind her white haired head.
Alex couldn't help but to laugh as well, feeling a bit relaxed as another day passed with the two she had been 'rooming' with in the Farm. Slender fingers pushed up her wire framed glasses further up on her nose.
"Did you see the way they took him away? It was like he was a...a..criminal..or an animal..." Sue blinked, tearing her gaze off the window and looked to Alex then to Alana.
"Yeah, Ah was there, rememba, Shuga? Ah've got a feelin' ya like the boy." Alana winked, and looked over to Alex.
"Oh! A little Farm-Romance!" She giggled, and winked back over to Alana. The two giggling to themselves.
"No!" Sue snapped, but couldn't help the blush on her cheeks. "No..That's not why I'm fixating on it. It's...well...I told him to go and to leave....Leave this place so that they wouldn't find him...And he did, and he came back in chains. What if I didn't say anything, and he was able to get away by hitching a ride, or something..." She trailed off.
"So you're tellin' me that if that kid wasn't told to leave; he woulda been ok? Are ya kiddin' me!? That kid was screwed any which way." Alana leaned her head back as she levitated, a feeling of relaxation washing over her body as she just...floated so freely.
"Maybe your right..."..Sue sighed softly.
"Don't worry about it, Sue. I'm sure you'll be seeing that guy a lot." Alex giggled, and smiled. The thought of a little Farm-Romance still on her mind.
The door began to open, and eyes behind the window opened wide and mouths gaped as they waited for the next one to enter into that large room. Their room had been quite the costumer attraction, expecially since it had a pretty 'normal' looking girl inside; known on the outside as "Beauty and the Beast" as another one of her nicknames. Well...at least that's what was listed on the outside near the window on a small wooden sign. But, that always vacant fourth spot, had a new slot; which completely filled the room. "Splash, 752672" was in the bottom slot...her arrival coming...soon...And the arrivers in the Farm this very day, were lucky enough to see her arrive!
"Hey no! No need to push-oof!" And the awaited Splash tumbled to the ground with her clothes, obviously from being pushed. Her voice was sweet, an Austrailian accent tainting her slight Southern voice. Hands pushed her back up to her feet, her feminine, yet muscular figure going into a bit of a rough-kickboxer stance. "Git back in 'ere! I'll whoop yet arses!" She yelled back at the closed door, then ran a hand over her auburn hair; which began to change to a golden yellow. "Git back! I still didn't git me bags from hitch-hikin'!"
All three girls diverted their attention to the girl; then exchanged looks to one another.
"How many more are they gonna put in this room?" Alex raised a brow.
Sue and Alana shrugged in responce. Alana, being the ever so nice one she was, faded into the shadows and reappeared infront of the newest girl. Her image flickered infront of her, then came to a complete, solid image; white hair framing her delicate, pale, slightly freckled, features. Dark eyes with shimmering violet looked to the girl's now orange hued eyes. "Howdy. I'm Alana, Floating Darkness, 460309-26." Thin lips went back into a bit of a smile, this whole name thing almost coming like a routine.
"I'm Sue, Star, 93727-04." Sue rang out, making little sheets of light energy between her hands. For some reason, the looming shadows that were always in the room had been being replaced with more and more light. Thus, causing a very angry Alana; yet a pretty happy Sue.
Waving a hand, Alex's Irish accent ran out after Sue. "Good day, lass! Ya can call me Alex. No need for the number business."
"Ya kin call me Los, but they seem to be callin' me Splash 'r 752672-29 'r some-odd numbers." She ran her hand through her hair again, her hair changing to a bit of a blue. Orange eyes began to shift to a clear, crystal turquiose blue.
"Ah see why they call ya Splash. Yer changin' colours!" Alana floated up into the air a few inches, then sat indian style comfortably.
"Yeah..." She said a bit sheepishly, then noted how she was floating in the air; and how Sue/Star was creating little cards of light energy in her hands, rubber gloves over her lap. "..So..Ah'm guessin' I'm gonna beh fittin' in here." Lids blinked slowly.
"Yup. Welcome to the Farm; TheOnly Place of Mutants." Alana chuckled to herself, leaning her head back into her hands that were placed behind her back; legs crossing out infront of her.
...A tall figure dressed in a long, flowing trench coat stood before the glass; his reflection staring coldly back at him as he also saw the four girls on the other side. A wide hand pushed down the tip of his brown hat over his brow, grey hair moving further down towards his brows as well. Thin, stubby lashes on tired, aged brown eyes tearing their gaze from the window as brown shoes scuffed along the ground down the hallway; halfly noting the other window's that lined the hallway as well. Sighing, his deep voice that was raspy from the weather seeped over his tongue and through his lips, "There's plenty of other places, Alana; plenty more you don't know about..."
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A/N: Ok ok. I lied. I have the two chapters out...sooner! BWUAH HA HA! D! Well, due to Ramen Noodles, loads of Mountain Dew, and the painful headaches I got from trying to study for Mid-terms ( which went away as soon as I wrote this ), I HAVE DONE TWO MORE! ::dances:: :D!
Newer characters are on their way. Haven't forgoten about them. ^_^;
R+R! ::whip lashes, tape plays::..Whip it! Whip it good! ::bops::