© Autumn Raine
A/N: YAR! woo.. Ha..
I don't own X-Men. Marvel. Or Anything that has some rich dude behind it. I'm just ...a girl. With a brain. And a story. =D. Yeah.
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Family Reunion: Part One
"V'hat do you mean, Gabby?" Kassien raised a brow, as she looked to this furred girl with the unexpected sullen personality.
"I can't stand it here... And now.. Kristina.. Holly.. Both of them are dead, you know. And Sue and Darren - Ya know they're somewhere out there. They ran away before all this freaky choas stuff began." Gabby hung her head as she tossed white 'snow' from hand to hand.
Sighing, Kass's small, gloved hands held one of Gabby's furred hands in her own - dark eyes looking up to her with a smile on her face. "V'ell then, mein fruend, ve'll get our behindz out ov'ere too..."
Gabby smiled too, and inturn, held Kass's hands as well - It's great to have a friend like her. Lavender eyes glanced about her quickly as she heard a faint sound - the sound of shoes on the ground behind them. Not turning her head to look behind her, she looked down to Kass. She hugged her tightly and said in a hush whisper to her ear, "Who's behind us?"
Kass blinked and then looked up to the burly Irish man - "I don't z'hink d'is is goin' to be very good.."
Chuck, the Irish man, had gotten word of these two - slakin' on the job. Hands were loosely at his sides; massive chest heaving with every deep, long breath of his. Once he got to the embraced two, hands went to the back of each's neck and separated them; letting them dangle in the air on either side of him.
Kassien squirmed on the right, gloved fingers reaching over her head and scratching furiously at the massive hands. Her plastic gloves began to ooze off her little hands from the sweat-like acid that was dripping and collecting from her hands. "Ich hasse Sie!"(*)
"Hey - oh!" He exclaimed as he felt a bit of a tingling on his rough skinned hands. "You better stop those drippin' hands of yers, lass; or else it's to the Pins fer both yer arses."
Gabby's eyes went wide at the sound of the word, Pin. Oh please no, she begged in her mind, eyes looking to the man as she dangled there; furred hands holdling onto the hands behind her neck from a fear of falling, I don't wanna die... I don't wanna die.. Oh, Gawd - I don't wanna die like Alana! Tears began to stream down her cheeks, her mouth openning slightly as she cried.
Kassien dropped her hands from the man's hands, letting the oozed plastic drip off her hands and fall to the dusty ground. Acid continued to drip from her fingertips like crystal water, but water doesn't cause the ground to sizzle and smoke with every drop. She felt herself beginning to cry, and she looked to Gabby to see if she was any better - but she was crying as well. Ve're going to die and it'z all my fault.. Oh, mein Gott...
"Seems like ye can't git yer hands t'stop drippin', eh?" Chuck lifted Kass a bit higher from the ground so that they were a bit eye-level.
She wiped tears away from her face, the acid hardly even affecting her as it mixed with salty tears and trickled down her cheeks and slowly dripped from her chin. Dark hair was in two little braids on the sides of her face, stray pieces stuck to her cheeks from her tears.
"Ah, lass - Keep wipin' yer tears. Ya aren't not goin' to the Pin.. I'm bringin' you two Muties there now." Chuck's booted feet began towards the small barnshaped building that was aside from the larger barn. It was the Pin. The Play Pin. Humans had their time for sick enjoyment one on one.
But Alana. Alana died here. One of their own.
"No.." Gabby sniffled through tears. "No.. NO!" She began to squirm wildly, "I'm NOT dyin' like Alana! I ..I can't! I DON'T WANNA DIE!"
Alarmed, Chuck lifted the girl with ease over his shoulder; holding her tightly as she kicked and wildly began thrashing her tail about.
Kassien, on the other hand, hung her head with her hands over her teary face. She felt horrible - If she only stopped the acid on her hands, they wouldn't be going to die. It was all her fault. V'hy can't I have more control o'er zis.. zis power of mine? I can't do a t'ing v'ithout hurting people... Mein Gott... Dark eyes looked up the building they entered, titled floor and a row of rooms.
The two people infront of one open room had on uniforms - white jumper suits and masks over their face. Their suit material was "Mutant Proof", sheilding the poor defenseless human from a variety of Mutations - Acid being one of them. One man, shorter and skinner than that of the burly Irish man, Chuck, had taken Kassien into his arms; carrying her into the room.
Gabby cried out once more as she was passed off to the other man, which was about the same height as the other white-suited worker - "NO! You can't do this to us! YOU CAN'T!" She cried, hands holding onto the door way as she was carried in. Fingertips tightly gripped the frame with all her might, eyes closed tightly and she began to squeal as she felt herself being pulled by the white-suited man that was holding her. He tugged her quickly and her fingers slipped from the frame, and she dissapeared into that room with a shrill of a cry...
"GOD'S GOING TO PUNISH YOU ALL!"
Thomas stood at the doorway of the Play Pin's entrance, green eyes silently watching the action down the hall. Hmph, these mutants always tried to be so valiant and triumphant and most of all, dramatic, before they were .*sigh*, going to die.
Muties, queens of the drama scene... Too bad they don't give out Oscar's to Muties. Thomas rolled his eyes, not knowing that he was displaying his thoughts to the minds of the 'humans' inside. Poor boy, he was so dissillusioned that he was truly human - and not a "mutie".
Chuck looked to the door way, as well as a few other workers. Big boots clunked down the quiet hallway as he approached him. His Irish tone echoed as he spoke, "Eh, boy? You takin' to this as a movie, hey?"
He blinked, and looked up to the man with his hands at his sides; feet backing up a bit from the man's large size. "W-What do you mean?"
"I heard'ya, laddie, with my own ears. Yer remark to the two who just went to the Pin." Chuck raised a brow, "'ello? You remember, right?"
"Oh.. Oh.. I remember.. Y-Yeah. Sorry, sometimes I don't know how loud I'm talking." Thomas rubbed a hand on the back of his neck as he continued to back up a few feet more. "Heh.. It's funny, you know. My dad says I talk loud sometimes too. Like, when he's workin' here - he always tells me, 'Oh, go run off - but don't speak so loud, boy. Keep your thoughts to yourself.'" He looked a bit anxious and nervous and most of all, uncomfortable as he was rambling to the tall man; his feet stumbling one over the other as he was walking backwards. He chuckled lightly, "Yeah.. Yeah.. Well - Better go." Swiveling on his heal, and ready to take that first quick run the hell out of there - Chuck grabbed him by the back of the shirt; lifting him up and making him face him.
"Calm down, me boy. I t'ain't gonna do ya any harm. Now, ye wanna go n' do a number to the "Muties", as you call 'em, inside?" Chuck smiled, then let the boy down.
"Oh.." Thomas looked to the side as he was on the ground towards the Play Pin, "Well.. I can't - My father works here, so .. That mean's I can't.. Right?" He looked up to him.
"No no.. I won't tell any one 'bout this one. You can git the little dark haired girl - we gotta young lad waitin' for the furry lass." Chuck nodded, then pushed the boy's back towards the Pin's entrance. "In ya go, boy - ask the lady over there and she'll bring ya around to the room."
Kassien was on the floor in her room where was was going to... die in. Dark blue eyes glanced about the little metal plated room, her fingers giving a little tap on a near wall, then eyes looked up to the ceiling - as if she were looking towards the sky. "Mein Gott, z'is v'ill be mein last breaths in 'ere.." She whispered softly, her lip quivering as she looked over to the window - yes, shiny clear window - for was of the walls.
There was two empty chairs. A bottle of beverage, and a few plastic cups. There was also a small bag of chips.
No one was there yet.
She looked over to the two doors. The one she came in, then another that was sort of blending in with the metal walls. It must have lead to the small room on the other side.
Slowly getting up to her feet - she looked down at the stupid little 'costume' she had on. Dark spandex clung to the contours of her little, petite frame; light weight metal arm plates were over her forearms and the top of her hands - fingerless gloves on her small little hands. Her hair was, of course, in the two long braids; lightweight boots on her small feet as she began to move around.
How ironic it really was - new clothes for her death.
*CLANK*
She looked quickly to the window, her feet carrying over to it so that she had her body against the glass. Hands were placed on the glass as she looked to...
.."Anna?"
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Tranlastion: "Ich hasse Sie!"(*)
I hate you! - Translation from www.freetranslation.com.. :D
A/N: I have NO idea why this one didn't show up before. :/. I think it was because I didn't add it to the right story. xD. Hehe. Anywho, a new chapter will be up soon. =D.
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