© Autumn Raine
A/N: ::does the happy author dance:: :D! Any who...::cough::..Here's another chapter filled with chaos, and of course, NEW CHARACTERS! :D!
Oh! One more thing! I'm sorry - to the owner of Psyclone - that I made her afriad of spiders. Due to my jumbled mind, I thought, for some reason, that she was. So, I'm very very sorry! Don't be mad!
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Ladies, Gentlemen! Git ready fer the faight!
Sue sighed, gloved fingers roaming through the sea of tee's infront of her. Pulling out a Large sized tee, she handed it out to the man infront of her; and he winked and handed her a 25 in return.
"Keep tha extra 3 bucks fer ya'self, darlin'." Flowed passed his lips behind jagged, yellow and cavity filled teeth. A dirty hand rubbed over his bristled face as he took the shirt and walked away.
Cringing, Sue rummaged through the t-shirts faster; fingers all sweaty beneath her plastic glothes. She couldn't stand them, and how she wanted to just rip them off....
"V'hat?! You v'ant me to 'vhat?!" A girl shrilled loudly, her German accent heavy on her words.
"Ah said Ah want'cha to use some of yer powers." That same, tubby man had wandered his way over to one of the newer girls of the Farm; and now, he mistook the whole thing. These girls weren't to be little 'play toys' for his own enjoyment!
"No. No. No No!" She repeated over and over, strands of her pin-staight black hair flowwing over her shoulders. Lids were held tight over her deep blue eyes, "I v'ill NOT do zat. It could hurt sumone." Due to her small size, four feet, she looked like a stubborn little five year old.
"Kass. Jus' let 'im see, Acid Ice." Alana sighed, looking to the new girl almost sympathetically. Dark eyes looked to her, flasing her a bit of a wink.
Kassien nodded, and slipped off her gloves. Fingers weaved out a lovely and quite elegant braid of Ice, Snow, and Acid. She offered out the braid to the man, "You v'anted, Ja?" A brow raised.
"Golly Gee!" The man hooted, taking the rather cold object from her hands; then began to toss it from left to right. "Cold, but it sure is purty!"
Alana then diverted her attention to another one of the newer mutants, even though the large fat Farmer was a bit more interesting and hysterical. The boy, Micheal, or Sunspot, or 4862393-46, was busying himself by molding little figurines in the palms of his hands; a faint glow emerging as each shape was made, then squashed, then made into something else.
"What'cha doin' Sunny?" Alana shuffled over to him with her shackled ankles.
Without looking up to her, he continued with his work. "Please, call me Sunspot. Sunny gets annoyin'."
"Whatever, Sunspot. But ya gotta git back to work or they're gonna assign ya to the Pit. Slackers have to make up their business." Alana informed the newbie as she was busying herself by placing a few more shirts to be displayed on the table infront of her. Pale hands arranged them out infront of her, few costumers approaching her to buy a few.
"The Pit. Doesn't seem so bad." Micheal said to himself, molding a figure of a small cross. Hands gently held it as he continued to talk to himself, not really minding that Alana was overhearing. "Whatever it be, Ah'll beh doin' it for the Lord, and the Lord will save me."
Alana rolled her eyes, strands of her white hair falling down over her shoulders. A hand wiped at her forehead's slight sweat, hating how the harsh sun beat down on her once porcelien white skin. As she recieved a few dollars from selling a shirt and she was placing them in the register, eyes looked up to the burly Irish man now standing infront of her; bright eyes glaring angrily at her.
"460309-26, I told'ya to keep an eye on the new ones. I'm not happy with your, job. Expect a call to yer room later." Chuck snarled, then went over to Sunspot and Acid Ice. "You two! Git yer arses ova here. How dare you make me scold you dumb mutants infront of our costumers."
Acid Ice and Sunspot looked to eachother, then they timidly made their way over to Chuck. Acid Ice was fiddling with her braided hair, blue eyes looking innocently up to the big man. "Ja?" She said softly.
"Tell me this, lad n' lass. What's'yer job here?"
"To sell t-shirts." The boy replied.
"And...." Chuck started.
"Not...use ze powers, eh?" She said timidly.
"Much smarter then ya two look, mutants. I think you'll be joinin' Miss 460309-26 later on." He snarled as he walked away.
"..Alana..." Acid Ice looked over to Alana, her voice in a hesitant whisper.
"..Kass, Ah didn't think ya'd git in trouble. Ah'm so sorry." Alana replied before Kass could speak back.
"No no, not zat. V'ill you explain v'at iz going to happen later?" Kass followed Alana's lead, helping her move t-shirts on the table and arrange them.
Micheal took a bit of interest as well, and began to fiddle with the visors on the other end of the table; an ear listening to the two.
"Ah've only watched it. Now Ah'm gonna be in it. It's hell, Gurl, it's hell. You'll be maighty tired by the end - if ya make it there - and if ya do - their only gonna make ya work harder."
"Oh...V'hat goes on though? V'ill it be jus' making shapes v'ith the powers?" She raised a brow.
Alana slowly shook her head, "No, Kass. Ya think it's nice that they give ya some nicer outfits to wear; but yet gonna be fightin' angry machines fer yer life."
Gulping, the two younger mutants, Kass and Micheal stopped what they were doing. Both sets of eyes looked to Alana...each muttering in their own tongue. "My God.."
Sue, of course overhearing their coversation as she worked; looked over to the two newbies. "Yes, My God. Keep believing, please? Hope is all we have to get out of here."
"Lord have mercy on my soul..." Micheal muttered, and just the thoughts of what could possibly happen went through his mind.
"Floating Darkness, 460309-26; Acid Ice, 628974-92; and Sunspot, 4862393-46. Please, stand by your doors and wait for a gaurd to excort you to the locker room. From there, you will get instructions." A woman's voice poured from the speakers overhead in each of their rooms.
And soon enough, guards had come and all three were walking down the hallway with escorts. Kass was crying on the inside, scared of what was going to happen; but Alana had swallowed her emotions. It looked as if nothing were effecting her..nothing. Micheal just looked about the hallway curiously, noting the doors and their manufacturing. Noting the mirrors and such.
"Alright. Girls in that door." The guard pointed to the left. "You, in there." The guard motioned to the door on the right to the boy.
They followed and in they went.
Moments later, the three appeared out of the doors and were then excorded to a metal cage; and they were locked inside. Alana leaned her shoulder against a near metal bar, dark eyes looking down to the ground as they were left alone in the cafe before a door. The other two waited impatiently for what was to happen next.
"V'hat are they doing?!" Kass gripped at the bars, her little frame trying to shake the big cage they were in.
"Calm yer'self. Before ya know, we'll be out there; fightin' fer our lives. So...Ah'll make this short. It was nice beginnin' yo know you two." Alana looked up to the two, and nodded; a hands moving strands of her hair behind her ears.
"No! You heard Sue! She said to keep believin', n' we should do jus' that!" Micheal snapped at her, hands going to fists at his sides.
"Believe in what? A God? Psh. Yeah, ya think he's all good, raight? If he's soo good, then why the hell have Ah been in fer 7 years. Ya think he's so good, still? Where's mah gaurdian angel Gabriel that's supposed to fly down with his big wings, scoop me up in his arms and take me away to heaven. Huh? Would ya have an answer to that, oh Gospel Bible Boy?" Alana snapped back, eyes faded over a pure black as she began to hover few inches off the ground; now eye level with the boy.
"You gave up, that's why. You even said you gave up. You abandoned him jus' like He abandoned you." Micheal reasoned. How dare someone insult his faith!
"He gave up on meh first...." She said lowly, looking over to Kass who had a bit of tears stream down her cheeks. "Kass...Kass, are ya ok?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." She wiped her cheeks, and looked over to her. "But, all zat I ask iz zat maybe, jus' maybe, zat you'd try to get through z'is. I beg you."
"i -" Alana began, but was sharply cut off. The door infront of their cage had raised, and they felt a jerk; then the cage itself began to move and clank outwards. A large dome, filled to the highest seats with people of all ages, genders, and races had filled the large holding center; a special glass surrounded section for the mutant population of the Farm. The crowd whistled, and boo-ed; hissed and cheered.
"Ladies, Gentlemen! Mutants that have gathered to watch yer own kind be destroyed by our Human Technology; Take yer seats and git ready fer the faight and battle. Today's contestants are Floating Darkness, Acid Ice, and Sunspot." That Southerner's voice rang out from the speakers, his voice echoing as the tone and pitch changed in his voice.
Kass looked to Alana, who had her freckled dusted pale face up against two bars; dark eyes looking to the crowd as she fell to her feet from hovering. Kass muttered in her own German tongue*,"Kann Gott mit uns jetzt sein..."
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*= English translation: may God be with us now
Sorry if the German's wrong. Blame SmarterChild on AOL. xD He's a translater guy.
A/N: Ta da! Introduced two more charries. ^_^ Yeah, Yeah; it was short. I'm sorry. I just didn't want to make it tooo long with the fight part, which I have to finish writing. And the drama-ish action will BEGIN! Bwuah ha ha! D Any who, R+R and please, tell me if you like it so far. I hope. :D