© Autumn Raine
A/N: Aloha! :D This is much of an afterlude for the previous chappie, and so will be the next char. Like...a third in a part of...I dunno how many. x.x; So...This is part Two, hence the title. I'm sorry if you get a bit lost with locations at the Farm and outside the Farm with the Evolution characters. If anyone gets confused with this chapter with the switch, please say something! Because I'll make the sections different chapters - only concequence, chapters will be shorter.
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Part Two of: Miracle Mutant and the Great Excape
Everything just felt so right. The sweet, necturn Peach air swirling about in the comfortably warm late Summer night across the fields of Georgia. Strands of her white hair freely moving about her face, carefree and loose as it whipped behind her. Lids closed as she inhaled the light air that tingled as it hit her accepting lungs. Oh! How it stung and intoxicated her! Fresh! Clean! Freedom! She could just smell it in the air. The moon hung high in the sky, full and glowing so bright - she could almost see it behind her lids. Her lips went back into a pleased smile; how great everything felt.
Then, the humming roar of the jeep rumbled in her ears as it was jerked into full throttle on the empty, long road. Her eyes sprung open as she grabbed onto the bar that ran near her stomach from where she was standing in the back. Immediately, she fell back into her seat.
"Heh! I told ya to hang on!" Lance called to her as he pushed the petal to the metal. A grin played on his thin lips as his eyes sparkled with a bit of a devilish glare as his testosterone pushed him to go faster and faster on the road.
"Ah know, but'cha neva told me 'when'!" She cried, her hands clinging to a bar that ran along the side of the jeep from where she sat. It vibrated wrecklessly as the engine roar and rummbled.
But then, Pietro looked over his seat to her, his white hair shinning in the moon's light; his pale skin gleaming in the beauty in the moonlight kiss. Striking icy eyes looked to hers, continuing to dance as they had done several times before. Ah, this feeling she had for the boy. She couldn't describe it. She was almost afraid of it, but; it just felt so reassuring and loving - she just couldn't resist.
"How about you get some rest, Alana? Lay down in the back. There's a little pile of clothes for you. But, you can use those as your pillow-" He stopped briefly, then continued in a split second, "-Unless you want my shoulder to rest apon." A smile ran over his lips, that irresistable smile he flashed to all the girls he secretly adored. That smile he could use to swoon any girl, and make them melt like ice in his hands. Such a gift to have with charm and wit.
Alana smiled, a nod following. Her heart - melting like ice inside her chest as it fluttered with every beat.
Pietro then slid into the back, slipping into the seat beside her. A thin arm wrapped about her shoulder, drawing her to his chest. Gently, he placed his chin upon the top of her white hair, his other slender, rather feminine hand, stroked over her tresses.
She closed her eyes, adoring the way the air flowwed over the two of them as her cheek was upon his chest, loving the way the soft fabric of his shirt rubbed over her cheek. Loving how she could hear the soft, fast beating of his heart bump about his blood. Loving how good it felt to be 'loved'. Loving how it was to be free. Loving how...
And she drifted to a comforting sleep, Pietro continuing to stroke at her hair as he looked to the rear-view mirror; his eyes met with the dark, glaring orbs of Lance.
"You know she's fallin' in love with you." Lance snapped.
Pietro smiled. "I know."
"You know...You know. Well, I hope you know that if you keep playin' and leadin' her along, it'll hurt her. It'll hurt her that you don't like 'er like that. Don't'cha know how much that hurts?" He added quickly, his voice tinged with his own...pain?
Pietro sighed softly, feeling her face slowly move about his chest until it stopped a bit lower. Gently, his arms moved her so that she layed on her back on the bench type seat of the jeep; her white haired, porceilen doll face carefully placed in his lap, his hands slowly weaving about her hair.
He knew of what Lance was talking about. Leading her on. He wasn't, was he? He was just doing what he always did. Smile and be...Pietro. Ah, but the devil inside of him vanished for a moment; the angel pulling on his heart. Was he feeling the same way about her? The way Lance had been for Kitty lately....adoring her, idoling her...so often it made him sick.
Alana was idoling him, he could see it in those shimmering eyes of hers; that shined with glitz of this gorgeous plum colour that was sprinkled about a black pupil. And her white hair. As white as his, but long; so long. It was glossy, yet textured, giving her this...this..look. It was undescribable. And her skin! Oh, her skin! He couldn't help but run a hand over her smooth forehead, which was so palid, but so good looking! And those stray little, light brown freckles that powdered over her little nose; hours in the sun that must have kissed her danty, doll skin.
Wait a minute....
He took his hand away from her forehead, and just gently placed it over her hair that spilled over his lap. Was he...
...Was he idoling her as she idoled him...?
"Darren!" Sue sobbed, clinging to the boy's chest as tears flooded down her cheeks. "She's gone! They killed her!"
Darren embraced her in a hug, placing a kiss on the top of her head gently and softly.
And it just seemed that day was as tragic as it began. Alana had dissapeared, assumed that death had taken her poor Mutant soul. It was anouced that early morning, by Edward McCain, dignity was in his bold voice. How sick.
Los sighed, running her hands through her hair then folding her arms over her chest which seemed to drip this invisible ink over her hair and skin, turning traced areas of skin and hair into a light red colour. Her eyes began to change a shade of red as she just stared blankly at the Barn, several feet from where her and the other Mutants of the Farm were gathered that day. Even though she didn't know Alana as well as most of the others did, she couldn't help but to shed a tear - Alana in some way did make a point to talk to almost all the people at the Farm, even if it wasn't the most positive thing to say.
"...She's not dead.." Kristina said under her breath, fingertips tracing over scars that lined her wrists and arms; endless pools of black staring at the tips of her fingers as they moved about the lines of her arms.
Alex glared to the younger girl behind her rimmed glasses, the girl pronoucing that she wasn't dead. "What do'ya mean!?" She blurted, her Irisish accent covering every heightened word of anger that excaped her lips, making it almost a bit hard to understand as she continued. "..I'dun care watch'cha say! I know she's dead, I can feel it - she's gone, ya know? Haven't'cha been listenin' to the anouncer?" And thus, her nickname stated it's presence. Whitish yellow sparklets began to sizzle about her form, anger boiling up inside of her. She'd lost it, the control. But she was so angry! So angry! How could the girl say such a thing!?
"Oooh! Fireworks!" An invisible voice squealed at the top of her lungs, then appeared - straight jacket and all. Blue hair was desheveled as she began to hop around with her arms restrained, white eyes darting about the crowd that she was now sharing the center with Alex and Kristina. "Wee! An audience! I like audiences!" An odd, twisted grin curled her lips so that her teeth were bare. "Now! I'll do some....Romeo and Juliet. Juliet..I'm Juliet. I need a Romeo! Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo!?"
Kristina's eyes widened at the angered girl infront of her. Her voice was soft and monotone, almost no feeling was present in any of her words that came from her lips. "...Please...Don't use you're powers. You'll go just like Alana. She wouldn't want that..." She looked with her, as if she were silently begging. If I just make her think she's dead...then she'll calm down and she won't have to go away...
Black Angel ( Caty ), looked to Kristina, and then to Alex; and she had to do something. She couldn't let someone else get hurt. The people in the Pit and Alana - She felt like those were all her fault! Biting her lip, she went through with it; and a hand rose with brief concentration. Relax...Just Relax...She said in her mind.
Sparklet's faded and disapeared, and Alex's lip was trembling slightly as she spoke. "...I'm so sorry..I didn't mean ta'do that, lass. Didn't mean'ta at'all..."
Kristina nodded, her fingers subconciously fiddling with her locket about her neck.
Gabby giggled, moving her white furred hands about as she danced with some smooth, yet interesting rhythm that drummed in her head. "I'm ravin'!" Her Boston accent squealed over the hushing and whispering crowd; yet, indeed she was...raving. White sparkles came from her palms as she danced about, producing quite the little show for the crowd.
Thomas pushed his way through this crowd, rubbing his bare skin every time with a grimace as a mutant brushed up against his skin. Kassien...I know you're in this crowd...Kassien... He said over and over in his mind, thoughtlessly making a mental broadcast over the whole group of Mutant Farm Teens.
Few turned their heads, all raising a brow to one another.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yeah. Sounded like a'kid."
"You think I'm telepathic!?"
"No...Maybe you're just hearing things, Stupid."
"Oh..Hey! You heard it too."
"He's lieing.."
...Other's began to speak as well, wondering what it was. Some heard it, some didn't - some just refused to even realize that someone among the crowd had the gift of telepathy.
But she knew. Kassien knew from when she heard that English voice. Bitter. Disgusted. Cold. It was him, the boy who wanted to see Alana die. The mutant boy who wanted her death. Wanted them all to die....even himself for what he was.
Kassien moved out of Gabby's way as she entertained the younger mutants, and moved through the crowd; then gasped as Thomas was infront of her. Green eyes were glaring down to her, brows furred and his hair it's normal mess. "You told someone, didn't you?" He snarled at her, lowering his face so he was eye to eye with her.
Instantly, she took steps back from him; her gloved hands raising to sheild her face.
"You stupid Mutant!" He snarled again, taking long strides at her as she continued to inch back.
But he was stopped by a obsedian arm, which he could plainly see right through the murky colouring to the slightly blurred image of Kassien's angered, yet frightened, face. He blinked as he looked from the arm to the pale white canvas of a face. Blue grey eyes looked coldly to the boy, strands of dark blonde framing her pale face. "Leave her alone, kid." She growled a bit lowly.
Get out of my way! He snarled at the girl, not even realizing he'd used his power once more! Gasping, he looked away from his eyes - images of being discovered by his father flashed over his mind as he looked into those girl's eyes. He knew it! It was her! Putting those images in his head, that dirty mutant.
Selma smirked a bit, happy that it made the boy back down - happy that she felt so protective and big! Wow. Felt good. Smiling, she placed an arm about Kassien's shoulder. The smaller Kassien giggled, "Mein Gott, seems z'at ze mutant boy has been scared, hmm?"
He rubbed his head angrily. His brows still furred, he grunted at Kassien and Selma; then turned and began to stomp through the crowd angrily.
"V'here do'ya think ja'goin'?" Kassien teased, a bit of a tune in her German accent.
"Away from you freaks." He hissed loudly, then disapeared through the mass of moving bodies in the crowd. Enjoy your day, mutants. Lucky you, no work. Shouldn't you be sad over her death, Mutants....Shouldn't you be sad?
Kristina glanced about quickly, her mind diffusing those of the Walking Dead, and those of the Living. Should she call out to Alana's spirit? No. She'd done that quickly before in her mind, and nothing came to her. She was still alive. But where? Did she excape?
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A/N: Yar Yar. Short chapter. I just figured...what I was going to have next would be the next chapter. ; If that made any sence. Hehe.
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