© Autumn Raine
A/N: YAR! woo.. Ha.. Sorry if the beginning is WAY too much info packed. I'm trying to describe a character ( she's just introduced because... she needs to be ) and she's cool and needs some background as well. So bare with the info people, it won't hurt ya - it's only for the first like, third of the story. ^_^;;;
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.
Family Reunion Part Two:
"The Joke's On You"
A girl of about 5 foot entered the room, clad in brown jeans, tank top, and bandana about her waist. Fingers ran through her short, black and red streaked hair as her rather... *ahem*... large friend followed in after her. Not only was he large, he was tall and seemed pretty strong to be a teenage boy. But his little pudgy, baby face seemed to give him a younger tone.
The large boy closed the door after him, then moved over to the 'refreshment' table. Grabbing the bottle of soda, he merely flicked off the cap and downed the whole clear, carbonated beverage in about.. roughly 5 seconds. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he then let out a loud burp that even shook the walls.
Kassien stepped back from the glass, ripping off her fingerless gloves and tossing them to the ground. She hated them and their fabric, and the way they made her feel. "Anna!" She shouted, then began to pound on the glass. "Anna, Mein Gott, how'd ya get in 'ere!?" She was happy - but sad and upset all at once. V'hat if z'ey find out she'z meine schwester?(*)
Anna looked to the window, slowly taking a few steps towards it. Lord, it was Kassien. Where had she been all this time? She couldn't hear a word she was saying, but she saw her lips moving; how angry she and frustrated she looked. And what now? She was crying too? Anna moved a stray strand of her short black and red tipped hair out off her brow, then placed her hands on her waist. "Freddie - I need ya to stop with the snacks. You have to help me get her out."
"Aww, shucks, Anna. Can't it wait just a minute? I'm almost done with the bag of chips.. " With that, a pudgy finger tossed a ridged chip in his mouth and chomped on it.
Rolling her eyes, she looked back over to Kassien who was continuing to pound at the window. Slowly, she could see the window begin to frost and slightly crack from the severe cold that must have been coming from Kassien. Shaking her head, she remembered how little control Kass had over her powers. She always knew emotions made her a bit... careless. But still, it'd be a while until the glass would actually break from Kassien's pounds and snow that was most likely missing with her own Acid. But, the water she was making must've been diluting the acid coming from her at the same time - therefore weakening the mixture.
Stepping over to the window, she was a few feet to the side of the condensing fog that was building up over the glass. Looking over her shoulder to the boy, Freddie, who was licking his salty fingers, she motioned for him to stand near her. He followed, and looked to the fogged window.
"What's she doin', Anna?" Pointing to the glass, he raised a brow.
"Tryin' her hardest to get out... C'mon, let's do what we were sent here to do, alright?" Green eyes trailed back to the glass. "Freddie, you know the drill."
With a nod, the boy went over to the door and bent the frame so that the door would be practically impossible to open from the outside. Boy, the people who built this "Farm" weren't too bright with making everything in these rooms out of such pliable metal. Reaching a bit to the lens over the door, his large rough hands grabbed at the camera and tore it from the wall - bare wires sparking and sizzling as he just dropped the small 'toy' to the ground. Looking back to Anna, he gave a thumbs up then stood infront of the door; hands on his waist, back straight, and stomach out - absolutely nothing or no one could get through him if they even tried.
Anna went to work, and faced the window. Kass was still pounding away, which would not only help, but it could hurt both of them in the process. Tapping on the glass, she got Kass's attention. Finger pointed to the edge of the window where it met the metal wall; and Kassien went as told.
Anna traced her fingertips over the small computer station infront of the window that were controls to the different methods of torture that were going to be used on her poor sister. Her powerful acid seeped through the plastic and metal buttons to wires and chips; causing them to spark and smoke as the acid ate away at the material in small rivlets from her acid. Metal began to slightly melt as it were butter beneath the strength of her acid and from the burning of various wires plastic exterior.
Placing her hand on the window frame, she slid her hand up and down the piece; waiting for it to just bend and melt with her every move. And it did so, the acid ate and corroded the metal in such little time that it was comparable to aluminum foil. Kassien tore at the now flimsy material and embraced her sister on the other side.
"Oh, mein Gott, Anna! I'm so happy d'at yer 'ere to 'git me out of z'is place!" She hugged her sister tightly.
Anna squirmed a bit, trying to break free from her affectionate sister's grip. "Hey hey! Don't make me spit on ya...So, Calm down, Kassien - Thank me later, okay?" She pried away from her arms. They were sisters, no doubt about that; but they were so ...different. Anna, besides her few obvious physical differences like her eye color, hair colour, and height - had a completely different personality. She was more in control. More of a leader. More independant.
"V'ell d'en, Anna - Ya theenk it'd be so eazy to git outta'ere?" Kassien looked to her sister with her head to the side.
There was another obvious difference - that German accent. Anna didn't seem to have much of one compared to Kassien.
"C'mon, Anna - I hear them comin'." Freddie looked over his shoulder to the both of them. He blinked a bit, "You know, you two look a'lot alike."
"Oh, I don't need that right now - we've got to hurry up." Anna grabbed her sister by the arm and brought her over to Freddie.
He picked up Kassien and put her over his shoulder, "Now you just stay calm and help out, if ya can while we're gettin' you outta here, Kassie. Can I call ya Kassie?"
"Uhh... A'viaght." She blinked, brushing strands of her hair out of her face, then tossing a long braid over her shoulder. Feeling like a little insect on the big boy's shoulder, she looked down to her sister; she felt tears rolling down the sides of her cheeks still. She was so happy. So surprised. How did her sister know to get her out?
"Gee, Kassie; You talk like Blue." Freddie looked down to Anna who was now at his other side. "How come you don't talk like them, Anna? Aren't you guys from Germany, or somethin'?"
"Yeah yeah, but I don't feel like talkin' about it. Let's just get out of here already!" Anna pointed to the door.
"Alright, Alright." Freddie sighed, cutting the small talk and kicking down the bent metal door with his booted foot.
Men in white suits poured down the halls, metal tazers and guns in hand. Few dropped to their knees to prop up their guns - but, oh they were so slow for the three. Freddie quickly grabbed the metal door with ease and swung it at the metal gun muzzles which caused the little 'humans' to tumble and roll backwards into other white suited men.
Smirking, Anna spat at one of the white suited men and ran off with Freddie and Kassien. She practically took pleasure in how easy it was to get themselves out of there...
Gabby paced back in forth in her room - she was just waiting for someone to come in and torture her. She scratched at her arm from the tight spandex suit on her. Geez, it was so white. And there was random streaks of violet on the, surprisingly, loose cuffs of her sleeves. Her 'pants' were pretty loose as well: they flowed over her legs like sheets. It was pretty ugly, actually. "Gawd, I feel like a stoopid snowflake."
Wandering over to the window in the room, she sat herself down infront of it. She could see through it entirely, whoever happened to stand on the other side could probably see her just as clear. But, no one was there. Why? She had no idea. But it was taking much too long. Pressing her nose against the glass, along with her two hands, she breathed onto the window again; letting her condenced breathe fog up a little section of the window. Pulling back, she etched a few words back on the glass.
'JOKES ON YOU'
Fingertips made a bunch of little exclaimation points after it. Even a little smiley face. Then a little stick figure. And a little boxed house - hmm. It was actually amusing her.
Lavender eyes glanced to the appearing, dense fog area on the door near her that had a small mirror in the door as well... a few feet away to the left from her little art work. Leaning over to the left, eyes watched two slender fingers write on the glass.
'GET READY'
Get Ready for what? She raised a brow, and looked behind her. Nothing was there, so why'd she have to get ready?
Cupping her hands on the window, she placed her head between them - squinting to try and see passed the thick glass. No one was in the small room next to her. She looked over to the door again, and went on her toes; cupping her hands and leaning on the glass again to see what was going on. Blinking, she felt hard vibrations on the door; people were running outside. She could also feel really really loud sounds. Like... things were exploding or being hit.. or something like that.
Sighing to herself, she slid her body back from the door. She crawled on her hands and knees over to the middle of the metal room and sat down; lavender pools looking sadly up to the brightly lit ceiling. "... I wonder if Alana saw the same thing before she died, too."
Suddenly, she heard a noise. She had never heard it before because it made all the white hair on her body raise - someone else was in there. She didn't need heightened senses to know that, it was just obvious. Her tail flickered to the side when she looked over her shoulder.
"W-Who are you!?" She shrieked, startled by the boy in the room who was smacking the little watch about his wrist. His image was staticy, like snow on a television. It flickered back and forth between a normal looking boy to a ..a.. blue, furry.. thing?
"GAH! I hate z'is stupid theeng!" His hand pounded at it, and his image fizzled to the blue creature; a three fingered hand now pounding at the watch.
She blinked and took a few steps over to him, lavender eyes looking up to the golden ones of the.. thing. Concluding he was German, because he sounded like a masculane accented Kassien, well not as thick, she poked him on the furry forehead. "'ello?"
"EE!" He squealed, clenching a hand over his head.
Blinking again, she wondered if she hurt the kid. But really, with a poke? "Sorry?"
"It feelz so wierd to be touched by someone elze' wit' fur, ja?" He held her by the fabric covered wrist.
"I.. I guess? Hey!" She tugged her arm, but with no success. "What'd you think yer doin'!?"
"Shh, ve'll explain later. Come wit' me, Gabby." He hushed her. The way his golden eyes shimmered in the light of the room and the short strands of blue hair that framed about his cheeks actually... made her comforted. This stranger, who was going to save her, made her actually feel ...comfortable.
Before she could open her mouth to ask something, she felt this odd feeling. This moment of silence and nothingness - to suddenly reappearing in the confines of an aircraft. She squeaked loudly when she realized she was now sitting in the small jet, and a loud *thud* of her head on the roof of the plane made her flop back in her seat with a whimper.
Hush, Gabby - you're safe now.
Blinking rapidly, she held her hands to her head. Great, now I'm hearin' voices! Pastel eyes searched around her - German Blue was still there. And a kid with a funky set of glasses. Along with a... familiar looking man with orange and black spandex suit that also covered his face.. And a bald headed guy. And ...someone with long, white hair. Oh, gawd - is that Alana!
I'm afraid not, Gabby. Please - calm down. Your thoughts are so rampid.
She whinced again, sinking into her seat. Eyes looked up to the one in the pilot's seat - she had beautiful white hair and such a dark, chocolate complexion. As she looked to the woman's face, she noticed she had striking blue eyes that made her seem so.. unique. Gaze drifted to the dude in the wheel chair, a bit of sympathy crossing her thoughts that were once more interupted by that voice.
You're thinking too much, again.
Her hands went to her temples again as she drew her knees up to her chest. She could tell the guy in the wheel chair was still looking at her. She flinched as she felt someone touch her shoulder.
"Jokes on z'em, ja?" The German Blue kid chuckled, patting her shoulder.
"Kurt, I think you should leave her alone now." The red headed girl pulled the now named "Kurt" back into his seat.
"Sure, Jean..", he huffed a sigh.
Jean, the red headed girl, looked to the bald headed guy. Their gaze seemed like it was a frozen moment, as if they were talking to eachother in some way - maybe they could see their brains with their eyes and stuff. Well, that's kinda gross. She laughed to herself slightly, looking at them both look to her and share a soft laugh as well.
"Well, Professor - I think we should stop looking at everyone's brains." Jean laughed, and sat back in her seat; hand flipping hair over her shoulder.
The bald guy, Professor, shared in her humor and then looked to Gabby with a smile. "Ah, yes - seems as if we're probing around too much, then."
The kid with the funky set of visors coughed loudly to clear his throat, the positioned himself so that his back was still straight as he leaned towards the professor. "Professor, don't you think we should get more than one out of there? We're strong enough to get the whole entire mutant population in there out of it."
Eh, he sounds arrogant... Gabby concluded, lavender eyes focusing on the visor kid.
The Professor looked over to the kid slowly, hands resting themselves on the arm rests of his wheelchair. "Not so fast, Scott - We must take precautions before we get ahead of ourselves."
The hum of the jeep's motor came to an abrupt stop as it screeched into the parking lot of another road side 7-11. Wearily, Alana peeked over the side of the jeep as Lance and Pietro had already hopped out and were making their entrance into the store.
Sighing to herself, she picked up a ragged shirt from the seat next to her and crawled out of the backseat; jumping over the side to the ground. Her other hand fanned over her yawning mouth, sluggishly dragging her feet over to the ladies bathroom.
The door, if there was one, was open; a few rows of bare, bright lights shinning up the dirty little room adorn the paint-peeled ceiling. As she got closer, she noted the grimy door that was written on and covered with dents and burn marks; and she also noted the disgusting rust on the knob as well. Raising her upper lip in a bit of disgust, she went inside the bathroom - giving the door a kick behind her to close it.
Throwing the shirt over one of her shoulders, fingertips twirled at the faucet knobs and then went under the fresh water that was dripping from the silver faucet. Rincing her hands, she then dabbed the shirt into the water and patted her face with it. Water dripped down her little nose and cheeks, collecting at her soft jawline, then dropped down into the sink below. Violet eyes looked up at the mirror infront of her, catching a glimpse of her reflection.
She gasped as she saw what she had looked like in the lended clothes, the cuts and bruises - and... that ugly tatoo'd barcode. Leaning closer to the mirror with her shoulder, fingers poked at the inked numbers on her pale skin. Blinking, she took the shirt and held it under the running water. She rubbed at her skin with the fabric, teeth biting at her lip a bit.
"Ah don't want this stupid numbers to be all o'er mah arm. Ah ain't no stinkin' criminal, now." Dropping the shirt from her hands, she looked back to her facial reflection.
She never took time to care about what she looked like. Hell, she never had the chance to even "adore" her appearance in a mirror. Her shimmering eyes squinted a bit from the light in the bathroom, it sure was beginning to get bothersome. Immediately, she caught her flaws.
Mah nose is too small. A pale little finger poked at the tip of her button nose.
Thud.
Swiveling about on the heal of her foot, she faced the door once more; knees slightly bent just incase she had to plow down whoever it may be at the door.
"Uh, I was just wonderin' if you were almost ready 'cuz we're gonna get going in a few... " Lance blinked, jutting a thumb in the direction of the jeep.
"Bah, ya had meh fool'd as if some weirdo was gonna be there.. " A sigh slipped passed her lips as she turned back to the mirror, turning off the running water and picking up the ragged shirt. She tossed it into the small waste pail, and looked back to her reflection. She was still squinting from the light in the bathroom that began to flicker, her focus purely on the black numbers on her arm. Poking it again, she let out a sigh.
"...What's that?" Lance questioned softly, daring to step into the ladies bathroom! Well, it wasn't a nice bathroom - actually, it looked like a men's bathroom.
"What? Oh, mah codin' - don't'cha got one too?" She looked over to him.
With a thick brow raised, he slowly shook his head in confusion. "...No. Why would I?" Brown boots shifted his weight.
He don't got one..?...
She almost didn't even understand. It made no sense. How come they weren't marked like she was? Maybe they were run aways or something...? Rubbing her fingers at her temples, she passed another sigh - this one a bit louder than the last. "Ah.. Ah don't understand why yer runnin' 'round wit'out a number on yer arm. Ya know, you can git in trouble fer that.. " Well - at least she tried to make sense of it.
"Alana... You need to know that not all the mutants in the world are treated like you guys were back in that Hell Hole."
"That Hell Hole was the only place Ah've been 'ccepted as ah was because of what Ah look like, an' what Ah can do.. It was mah home fer years.. ten years. Ah don't even remember mah life before it, and if ah did; ah swear, it wouldn't be nice. It's a Hell Hole, but it's home to many like me - .. us.." She snapped.
"You're accepted by us, aren't you? And no one's been questionin' who we are when we go into stores, right? They haven't the slightest idea. They just think you look like that because it's a trend. I've seen a bunch of humans with their fancy contacts tryin' to get the eye colour you, and so many others, have. Deep down, it's them who was to be like us. But they're jus' too afraid." He turned, and stepped out of the bathoom; boots scuffing a bit along the ground as he head to the jeep. Fingers jingled the keys as he took them out from her pocket.
Sighing, she slid her fingers into the short's tiny pockets and walked out of the bathroom; pupils dilating from the darkness around her. Ah, she loved the dark.
Who'd want t'be like me...
A blur of blue flashed across her, then the white haired boy was seated in the passenger seat of the jeep in no more than another blink of hers. A slender hand held onto a black cell phone as he nodded, and then mummbled something - then closed the phone.
"Alright, change of plans - we're going back to the Farm. Magneto's orders." He slipped the phone into his tight pant's pocket.
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A/N: Expect me to be lurking around now to get this frickin' fic completed. I will not push it off, like I did for a LONG time! I SWEAR! WEEKLY there will be another chapter until it's done. :O
If I don't, stalk me down and beat me with fish! !
Oo, cliff hanger. :P.