© Autumn Raine
A/N: Well, another chapter; some more characters. It's realitively short though, sorry! More chapters on the way...once I write them. Mid-terms are over! ::dances!:: ^_^;
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New Windows, New Mutants, New Consequences
Spectators watched curiously as more mutants were to be escorded to vacant rooms, which had been ticketed as the next big attraction for this particular wing.
A girl, no more than 5'5'' entered the room; holding her pile of dark, black clothes in her hands. Black, cold eyes darted back to the door; dark, strands of her long black hair cascading down the sides of her cheeks and over her shoulders.
But her head faced the window infront of her, and she dropped her clothes on the matress near her. As she walked over to the window, black wings began to appear on her back; their bat-like shape lengthening and stretching outwards with every step. Hands rose up infront of her, palms facing outwards to the glass. Brows and lids narrowed as she began using her 'power'.
People on the other side were gasping, and holding back their young children with their protective arms. Older people were taking steps back from that particular window, and slowly began to walk over to other windows in the wing.
But, she kept going; using her power to manipulate the minds, and emotions of the people outside of the window. The children broke from their parent's grip, their eyes and faces blank and stripped of emotion. Small hands pointed up to the sign near her window, emphazing "Black Angel, 457963-21". In unison, they faced their parents; hands still pointing to the sign, "I don't like it when people stare at me." Childish voices of all those gathered out rang in a monotone voice, twisting thier childish image into something bleak and sullen.
Black Angel, a.k.a. Caitlin, slowly moved her lips as she basically talked through the children; making them a bunch of sullen, little children. Dropping her hands, she let a smirk appear over her lips. Wings faded as she ever-so-casually returned to her matress; re-folding her black clothes.
Parents cried out to their children, who were just standing there with blank, sorrow written faces. Mothers began picked up their children, sobbing ever so softly as they held their heads dearly to the back of their child's heads.
But, it would be considered their own fault. Guess they didn't see the line on the ground that they shouldn't cross as they went to this window. Poor humans...
Blue grey eyes glanced about the room quickly, opaque black skin holding her clothes over uniform pile of clothes over her chest. Strands of dark blonde fell over the sides of her snow white coloured face, quite the contrast for that of the rest of her body. Lowering herself on a near matress, a glass-like hand went to the cushion to guide her as she sat.
"Hello." A voice said softly, ruby eyes looked over to the girl. A claw-like hand brushed strands of the voice's hair out of her blue skin.
"Hi..." She responded softly, "..Who are you?"
"Psyclone, 859485-22. You?"
"My real name's Selma, but they keep calling me 962482-73 or Glass...." Once again, she said that a bit softly.
"You'll begin to forget your name...And you'll be replaced with that number...or Glass..." Psyclone responded to her, her voice rather monotone and emotionless. But, dispite the way she was acting, bored and dull, she was really scared of this place she'd just come to. Scared of what could possibly happen to her....
"Oh..."
Just then, the door openned once more; and two, rather petite girls walked into the room. Both of the same age, yet, their looks most definately reflected their attitudes. Once again, the Farm's little tactic, create character and personalilty dynamic in each of the rooms to ensure the best attractions.
The white furred girl, who nonchalantly twirled her tail about her finger, looked about the room; lids batting over her soft, lilac orbs. "Well, isn't this quite the cozy bungalow." Her voice was bright, and bubbly; a bit of a New England Boston accent having it's affect on her over-pronounciation of 'a's.
On her right, the ghostly pale girl with the long, braided locks of mid-night raven black, brought her cold, black orbs over the other two in the room. Her gaze then shifted to the white furred girl, then to the door. Hands shifted over her chest with the pile of crimson red clothes as she looked back to the three girls. Her voice was soft, and quiet, a bit of shyness washing her tone; "Would you tell me about Puddy? He wants to know how...Psyclone is..." She looked to the three, waiting for one to respond.
The white furred girl, Gabby, replied brightly. "That's me!" A giggle then followed. "Nah, jus' kiddin'. I'm Gabby or Snow, and some bunch of numbas I really don't rememba."
Psyclone looked to the girl, a thin brow raising as she stood to her feet; "How'd..you know about Puddy?"
"Don't you know him? He's standing right next to you." She stated quite softly again.
Psyclone couldn't help but jump to the side, arms crossing over her chest; eyes wide with fear of what this girl was up to. "What? Are you joking?" She snapped.
The girl shook her head. "No...But you made him cry..." Black eyes moved over the room as she were 'watching' something. But, it just made it seem the girl was even more of the odd one...
Gabby smiled, her lilac eyes looking over the air as hands swiped over the thin air. "Ah! So close to gettin' that floatin' fuzz!" She giggled to herself. Well, wasn't she the complete opposite personality than the three in the room?
Psyclone continued to look at the girl in disbeilef. Ruby eyes narrowed and yellow pupils dilated; a bit of a black aura appearing about her figure. She was protecting herself from something she didn't know what to make sence of, particularly the reason it was making no sense to her. It was all to weird, and creepy...
"Would you like to see him?" The girl said softly. "He didn't leave yet.."
Psyclone only uttered a whimper, still in the safety of her little bubble.
The girl took it as a yes, and the boy, Puddy, appeared right before their eyes. Each one of the girls mouths dropping with shock; yet only one, the blue skinned girl, stayed in horror.
"Thanks, Kristina. Or Corpse I should say..." Puddy's image smiled, even though it was a bit fuzzy from crossing the barriers of death and life.
Kristina nodded, then her voice became a bit worried as she saw people from behind the window start to gasp and point to the appearing boy. She feared what they were talking about, if they were talking about her and what she could to. Anxiety wrecked her soft voice, "You-You only have 2 minutes left. I-I really don't know my power too well yet." Eyes looked back to the window, just wanting those people to go away. But why was she speaking so much? She'd never spoke that much in one day. Must be first time jitters...She said to herself, assuring herself, calming herself.
Selma, looked to the girl, then to the image of the boy in their room. Eyes drifted their gaze to Psyclone. "You don't like it, do you?" Eyes were a bit of a cold steel gray, and Psyclone couldn't help to look to them.
Ah, she looked into her eyes; and almost instantly, she saw her fear. Spiders, crawling all over her skin. Eight little legs on each of those bugs, moving their little tips up and over her leg; tingling, itching, tickling, those little tips moved. Psyclone lost control of her bubble about her body, and the pshycic black bubble burst into the air; the image of Puddy sliced in two. Two fingered hands were left scrapping at her blue skin, "Get them off! Get them off!" She cried helplessly, hands whiping over her body.
"Aww, what'cha do to her?" Gabby raised a brow, hanging upside down from the light in the middle of the room; lilac eyes looking over to Selma.
Selma drew her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms about her knees. Sighing, she looked to the furred girl. "I didn't do it, it was my power. I didn't mean to..."
Gabby giggled to herself, really having no reason, but those little sparkles tossed from palm to palm were quite the mind-entertainment. She looked back to Selma, noting how she could practically see through her 'glass' skin; seeing how she could see her clothed legs through her arms. Quickly, that mental note kicked in to not look her straight in the eye. "I have a feelin' there's gonna be a lot of "I didn't mean to's" in this room..."
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A/N: ::grummble:: Gah! ! I don't think this was the best way I could have wrote this chapter, but, I'm sorry. I'm gonna be introducing more and more characters. So, chapters will most likely more and more lengthy as the groups clash for the ultimate ( well one of the ultimate ) chapters. Stay tuned, R+R, and tell me if I'm doing a good job with your OC people! :D!