© Autumn Raine
A/N: Wee! More introducing chapters! Yeeha! Alright, Square dancing in school is starting to hit me and so are my Southerner-genes...AHH! ::slaps self::..Urm..Any who here's the intro for a few more characters that are spify. One is like, REALLY spiffy. So, they get their own little blarb; and get to like one of my OC charries. ::giggle:: Hey, my story! xD!
And I'm soo sorry this took me forever. I had the worst flu and I just had the worst few couple of days. I just didn't write I was so angry. I'm sorry! ;__;
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More Mutants...And Some PlayPin Beginnings.
....Nostrils flared upon the traveling scent of the blood, heightened scences making her hair raise as clawwed hands gripped the metal of her large, yet confind cage where she was kept in the Farm. Willingly in her dragonfox form for the few who gathered outside her cage after they had left the doors of the Pit, she looked to the crowd infront of her, her tail curled as those wings spread upon her back. A tongue ran over her jagged, and protruting fangs on the sides of her jaws. Hands released the bars and a hand scraped along the metal ground of the cage. "I smell the blood of innocent..."
"Innocent for your kind!" A voice snapped.
"Yeah!" A voice cheered on.
"Down with mutants!" Another cried.
"...Wow...You're yelling and threats hurt me so much..." She said softly, her dragonfox image lessening to that of a quite normal looking young girl of 15. Short strands of brown, sun kissed hair framed her naturally pale face. Icy blue eyes glanced about at those outside her cage, sudden gasps and otherwise stern faces starring at the once Beastly girl. "...Yes?"
"You...You monster!" A woman cried.
That woman began to shield her children, and walk away - soon the crowd lessened as well. Thining until no one was left after the Pit Events. Guards approached her cage, leaving a tray of food in a small openning which then was slid into her cage. Her image dissapeared, then quickly appeared infront of her tray; munching away on the rather good food on the plate.
The guards gasped like little girls as she dissapeared and reappeared, almost dropping their metal rods which were to protect them from any loose and threatening mutants. Hands scrambled to pick up the batons off the ground, and figited as they continued to swing them about - rather unskillfully - as they patrolled the halls on clockwork. Where did the Farm get their help from anyway?
Cassie blinked as she looked to the star painted sky up ahead as she sat in the back of the pick-up truck, her body bouncing and bopping with every bump and nack of the dirt paved road. Her hands, which were tied together by a string of rope, moved short strands of her brown hair away from her bright, golden eyes; continuing to have their gaze apon the stars that twinkled and shined in the summer's night sky.
Her body came to a jerked stop as they hit a speed bump on rather smooth pavement. Moving to place her back on the side of the truck, she was tossed again to the floor as they hit yet another speed bump. She whinced softly as her shoulder hit the rough metal floor of the pick-up's back, tied hands trying to lift her body upright as the truck came to a slow stop.
"C'mon, git yer arse up. Don't got all night, lass..." Chuck pulled down the back door of the pick-up, laching the sides with chains. Placing a large, brown boot on the truck; he lifted himself up and scooped down with his burly arms - lifting Cassie with ease and onto his shoulders. He jumped off the back of the truck, and headed towards the Stables.
"Are you sure this place is safe for me? I don't wanna be caught by hunters again.." She said softly, golden eyes peering about the new-found Mutant "Haven", as she was told.
"Yes, my lass. We have to bring ya in at nightfall. Tis the best, my lass. This the best you'll ever be gettin' from this world bein' watch'cha are." Chuck openned the doors of the Stables, and lead her down the window paved hallway.
She blinked, her body bopping up and down with each huff and puff of his chest and every large stride that his legs took. Gold eyes studied the windows she passed by, and a brow raised. Teens, like her, were on the other side; some looking out of the glass, others huddled against a corner, few in their beds sleeping...but one stood out amoung the rest. The one of the white furred girl, with the pretty little flakes that bounced from hand to hand. Lavender eyes looked to her golden ones, a bit of a smile on the white furred girl's lips. The girl waved, then quickly pointed to the side of the glass which read..
MUTANT FARM, NUMBER 997614-45, SNOW.
Cassie blinked, She's a mutant...just like me...behind a glassed window...
....Is that where I'm going too?....
..."Well, Blake Richards - we welcome ya an' yer son to the Farm. Ah hope ya like the fine residence we gave ya'll jus' outside the farm. It's maighty nice if ya ask me." Ed McCain grinned, a chubby hand holding his jello-like, bouncing tummy.
Shaking the man's hand, Blake nodded. He took pride as well as prestiege in the organization of the Farm. Which, inturn, the Farm took Blake in by his excellent tales and jobs before hand. A loud and voictres man for the Mutant Registration Laws, as well as many other radical laws against the Mutant population, made him a fine canidate as the Head of Field Workers - which, was a group of men, as well as a few women, who tracked down mutants and brought them to the farm.
Thomas Richards, Blake's boy of 15, had been about surveying his now, new home and his father's work. After being in America for 9 years, his British accent began to change a bit - interlocking a bit of England with some of the 'American Slang' that he heard so much back when he was so close with Dean. Don't get me wrong, they were still good friends - through e-mail, phone, and letters - but, the recent move down South tore the friends ever so slightly apart. Yet, no matter the distance between the two, they would always be the best of friends....expecially when there was that secret that tied them together...
" 'cuse me, kid - 'scuse me!" A voice knocked him from his thoughts. "Hello? Are ya even listenin'?"
"Huh?" He spun around, looking to the thin girl that stood infront of him.
White hair fell over the bridge of her nose and cheeks as dark eyes looked up to the boy, her slender arms struggling with the pile of shirts. "Could'ja git outta my way? Ah've got customers and whatnot, kid." Her Southern twanged voice rang out again, brows pushed foreward a bit.
"Oh, well.." He moved out of her way. "I think you were in my way...Didn't you see me?"
"Yeah Yeah. Ah've got a job ta do." She continued in her path, feet moving in short little steps as chains linked them together. The shackles scraped along the ground with every step, occasionally pausing as she felt as if she were going to fall.
Thomas examined the chains about her feet, a brow raising on his brow.
"Well, my boy - see ya've met a mutant already! Don't worry boy, we'll protect'cha from these brutes."
Ed McCain placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.
We ain't brutes, ya...ya...fat ass... A voice trailed over and over again in Thomas's mind. It was happening again. Everytime he was nervous, he lost control of it - and other's thoughts became so clear to him. Eyes darted over to the chained girl, and he then looked up to Ed. "Mr. McCain, I don't think that girl over there is doing her work."
"You don't say, my boy..." Ed looked over to Alana, the girl. She was pulling up her white hair into a loose ponytail on her back, her fingers wiping the bit of sweat that was on her brow from the intense sun. "Girl! Girl! Ah say, listen to me, ya freak!"
Alana spun around, as did a few other girls who were working near her. But those backed down as they saw Mr. McCain approach her; his chubby hands on his round, jiggling tummy.
" Yes, Sir?" She raised a brow, hands folding over her chest.
"Ah don't think yer doin' yer work, here, my girl. Will a round in tha PlayPin get ya ready to work from now on? Seems the Pit didn't do a thang fer ya."
"...Ah guess so, Sir.." She said softly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well what 'r ya waitin' for! Git to the PlayPin!" He growled.
Shuffling away from her work station, she went as fast as she could to Mr.McCain. "Ah'm goin' as fast as Ah can.." She muffled.
"Go faster, ya Mutant Freak!" McCain snapped.
Clouds had dusted the pale blue sky that day, occasionally trveling past the sun and casting shadows over the farm's landscape. Well it was late summer, and now approaching September made the clear blue skys become canvases for high thunder clouds and rain from the dense humidity. A cloud had drifted it's way over the orange sun, and moments of shadows streamed over the paved ground.
Alana's dark eyes looked to the shadows looming over the ground and on her pale skin. And just then, something pushed her. A voice. A small voice...
Go...It's yer chance....
And she did, her body faded and was enveloped into the shadows - leaving those heavy shackles behind. She felt powerful. Something inside of her felt like it bloomed with even more. She never thought that even lighter shades of shadows would permit her to blend into them. She'd always been in dark, cold shadows. It was all she thought she could handle. She felt her body race with the cloud's shadow, as if her and the cloud had become one.
Suddenly, a loud siren came over the speakers; roaring and screaming in tones similar to that of a tornado drill. But, it wasn't a tornado. It was a loose mutant. Much more dangerous than that of tornado, of course...or so they always thought.
Thomas cursed himself under his breath, his own powers inflicting upon Alana as she came close to him and Mr.McCain. Heightening powers of other mutants, such a cursed 'gift'.
Farm workers began pouring out from the Stables and an assortment of Farm stores. Mr.McCain shouted to get the lights. The lights. Shadow's worst enemy. Darkness's worst enemy. Alana's worst enemy. Shoes shuffled to the set the lights, positioning the various spot lights - that had been used to attract costumers - into ready 'weapons'. McCain counted to three, and then pointed the moving shadow that had now been moving over the Barn's roof.
Light streamed from the bulb and to the roof, piercing the shadow like needles. A pale figure fell from the shadows and sprawled out on the roof. She began rolling down the sides of the angular roof. Shingles on the roof scratched and cut at her pale skin as she continued to fall to the edge; and there, she frantically grabbed at the gutter of the barn - her body dangling several feet off the ground. She felt crimson blood trickle over her arms from where she had been cut. Shuttering breaths followed as another hand went to the gutter to keep her from falling. She was too frazzled to levitate. Her body was basically in shock, the unsuspecting light moments ago rattled her mind. Those few seconds of drifting away with the cloud made her feel so graceful, so natural, so free. And that light pierced her side, knocking her out of her fantasy and harshly throwing her back down into the depths of reality.
Kassien, as well as the other mutants at their stations, watched in horror as their friend hung onto the barn for dear life. Dropping her pile of shirts, she darted from her station; but she was quickly grabbed by the arm and pulled back.
"No! Kassien! You can't!" Sue pleaded, holding the girl firmly by the wrist.
"I've got to, Sue. How kin you v'atch her struggle? V'ould she fall?!" She snapped, her fingers wiggling in their gloves. She tore a glove off her hand with her teeth, and acid began to drip off her hand. "Lemme go! I Must go and help!" With that, she tore her wrist from Sue's hand, and began running towards the Barn.
"No!" Sue went after her, but was only stopped by a thick crowd of humans infront of her. They looked down to her, and began to shut things at her. Waving their fists, and carrying their young children in their arms. Their eyes were cold and harsh, piercing needles through her as if she were a VooDoo doll.
Taking steps back, she scrammbled back behind the stand; a hand grabbing Darren's. ( A/N: Hmm? Romance? xD ::giggle:: I had to. I WANT ROMANCE DAMMIT! )
His hair was once more a mixture of white and red, and now a bit of a pink because Sue was clenching his hand - making him also blush a bit. Gently, he squeezed her small, gloved hand; a smile playing on his lips as she looked up to him. "She'll be ok."
Sniffling, she looked back over to Alana who was struggling to keep her hands on the gutter's without slipping.
Kassien rushed up through the crowd, Alana plain in sight. When...
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" A boy was in her path, looking down to her with green eyes; blond hair flowing freely with the light breeze on his head.
Kassien fell to the ground as she ran into him, landing rather hardly on her behind. Her hand pushed her silver glasses up her tanned nose to frame her deep blue eyes which narrowed as she looked to the boy. Quickly going to her feet, she pushed strands of her loose black hair out of her face behind her ears; as well as tossing a long braid over her shoulder. " Bewegung*! I need to help mein freund." She snapped.
"You're friend doesn't need your help. What could a mutant girl do? Why doesn't a mutant boy help her?" He questioned.
"I can't be talking to you. Must help." She growled, an acid dripped hand slowly raising to shoo him away from her.
I wouldn't do that... His voice chimmed in her mind as he glared to her.
"V-V'hat?!" She blinked, then shook her head. Walking past him she was stopped cold in her tracks as his voice chimmed in her mind again...
I wouldn't help her if you want to die too....You know they're going to kill her for trying to leave...You know she's going to the PlayPin, correct? It'll be a human's pleasure to personally injure or kill a mutant. Maybe they'd be happy with two...
She spun around and faced him quickly. "...Mein Gott...You're a mutant.." She blinked.
"No!" Thomas snapped. "Don't call me that. I'll never be one..one of you dirty freaks. My dad is the new leader of the Field-Workers and - "
"..You don't v'ant him to turn you in..." She said, then narrowed her eyes. "You're v'one sick mutant. V'ant you're own to die....But don't v'orry. I v'ill not tell w'at you are to others. I v'ill keep it a z'ecret. Just remember, mein freund, z'ecret's are not z'ecrets für immer**." She turned back and darted to her friend...who was now laying on the ground...
"ALANA!" Kassien cried out, rushing to her friend's side. An acid covered hand took Alana's, holding it gently. "V'ake up!" The fact she was holding Alana's hand without burning her with the acid wasn't even a focus at the moment.
Alana indeed was awake. Lids batted, and dark eyes looked up to her fear struck friend. Her slender hand gently squeezed Kassien's. "Ah'm awake, Kass. Ah'm gonna be fine. Seems like yer acid's not doin' it's burning thang for me..." She sat up slowly.
Kassien smiled, and helped her to sit up; ignoring the human crowd that was now gathering about the two.
But that moment was broken by the Farm's workers. Four burly men marched through the crowd, and each set of two picked up one of the girls. Carrying them away from another in seperate directions. Kassien, back to her room; and Alana - to get ready for the PlayPin.....
Tears stained both of their checks as they sat in the different rooms they were in that very moment. Yards apart from each other - each knowing that it was their final day together.
Alana sniffled, then rubbed her nose with her hand as white strands of silky hair fell over the sides of her face. She was in a rather ridiculus spandex number, which clung to every one of her slender and adolencent curves and muscle tone. Gloves were another part of her outfit; silky, black fabric which were acutally, quite nice and accented how danty her slender hands were.
Dark pupils looked to the glass infront of her, and a teen appraoched the window. He was thin, but had a nice lean build. He too, had that striking white hair that was sleaked back on his head; matching his own pale slender features. Icy blue eyes looked to her, and a slender figure pointed to her as he went to say something to the guard. But she couldn't tell what. She couldn't hear a thing, but the ringing of silence, and she was horrible as reading lips.
But she took a hint from the gaurd going to her door, and the silence was smoothered by the clicking and clanking of the key in the door.
A teen boy? A teen boy was going to watch her pain and injury by himself?
Was fate this cruel?...
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Translation: Move!* ( Once again, credited SmarterChild :D ]
Forever*
A/N: Finally, I'm back in the FF mood swing. :D Woo hoo! Now, it's totally going to be Evo. Characters that are going to be intergrated into the Farm-Madness. I'm sorry too all of you who sent in characters. I loved them all, but they were getting so powerful or I just didn't know how to squeeze them in. Don't be mad at me if I wasn't able to squeeze your chars in. But, if you want, I think I saved your APPS and I'll be happy to give them back if you want to make a Fic for your own OC. And...If you have any questions, ask! :D
Another chapter, well, expect it in a few days. I'm getting a bit slow because I want to do other ficcies too, ya know. Plus I'm working on a Lancitty webbie. Hehe.
So, please R+R. I really hope you liked it so far.