Disclaimer- Read first chapter's disclaimer. Val, Lorna, and Damita are
mine.
A little age guide thing- Crystal is around 17. Lorna is 17 too but she's a little younger. Damita's the oldest at 19 and Val is 18. Pietro is 18.
Chapter Two- The Silver Tongued Mutant
Crystal sighed as she set down her bags down for a moment to rub the nape of her neck.
"I think I'm done for the day," she said wearily.
"Me too, I'm beat," said her friend Val. Val pushed her long black bangs out of her tan face with her small tan hands.
"Oh!" moaned a disappointed Damita, "But I wanted to get new shoes!"
"And I wanted a pedicure! I haven't had one in almost two weeks!" whined Lorna.
"Two weeks?" asked Val in disbelief, "You're complaining that you didn't have your nails trimmed professionally in two weeks? They don't even have time to grow in two weeks!"
Out of the four of them, Val was the least vain. If she were though, no one would blame her for being vain. Val was a natural Philippian beauty. Her curtain of black silk hair hung down to the middle of her back, though now it was tied back with a white scrunchy. She was wearing a shirt that showed an inch of her skin above her form-fitting black slacks and her shirt was blue-gray with a V-shaped neckline and the sleeves stopped in the middle of her forearms. Men would give their left nut to be with her.
Lorna tried too hard to be even more beautiful than she needed to be. The natural brunette would have her hair dyed platinum blonde and she was too thin (a/n: Think Calista Flockhart, but maybe not as skinny) and pale to be allowed. She would look a lot better if she stayed her natural self.
Damita was beautiful too. Her medium-dark skin made her look royal. Her very curly brown hair had dark blond highlights in it. She wore a shiny metallic silver T-shirt that showed off her bellybutton piercing with low- rise black jeans and glittery silver belt. She wore black stilettos and just above her ankle was a tiny black heart tattoo. Her dates said she was sexy.
Crystal was an average blonde. She wasn't one of those ditzy dumb blondes, but she wasn't overly smart either. She had curves, her skin was medium, not as pale as Lorna's but not as dark as Damita's or Val's either, it could be considered peach.
Crystal picked her bags up again and said, "I guess we should start heading back to the car."
Just as they started to walk back, Crystal felt the wind knocked out of her as instinct took over and she put her hands in front of her to break her fall, dropping her bags in the process.
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"Shit!" someone hissed vehemently.
Crystal rolled over to see who had knocked her over. She did not expect to see jaw breakers rolling to the street and pixie stix scattered by their owner. There, trying to scoop the jawbreakers that had not rolled too far away, was a handsome young man with silver white hair. She did not notice that his arms were a blur as he picked up all his scattered candy.
He was even paler than Lorna. He was even skinny too. He stood up and faced them, his face full of anger. Why was he angry when he rammed into me?
His expression changed from anger to surprise rather quickly though.
'Hmm, women,' he thought, well . . . thoughtfully.
"Well, apologize, mutant," hissed Val, although there was the smallest trace of fear in her voice. It caught Crystal by surprise. Val and Damita were both tough, they had to be because then they would of never of survived elementary school. Val was always made fun of because she was Asian and Damita was teased because her father was black and her mother was white. Crystal always envied them for that.
The man's dark eyebrows rose. "Apologize for what?" he asked.
"For running into Crystal!" Damita said, though not loud enough so where they could attract any more attention.
"Why should I apologize?" he asked, "You four were the ones dawdling in a crowded street."
"YOU were running in a busy street!" snapped Crystal. She was not as afraid of mutants like the others were. They were just human beings with a special gift, even if that gift could be dangerous.
"I always run," he said smoothly, "Running is part of my life. If I don't run, I'm an insane loon walking around instead of running."
Lorna suddenly looked alarmed. So he just admitted he was an insane loon who runs instead of walks? Wasn't there some kind of place for those kinds of people?
"We know what you are," hissed Val, "We only want a simple apology. How come you can't give us that?"
"So you know what I am?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "Then how come, you don't run away from me from fear? If you're not afraid, how come you're not pouncing me on the spot? How come you judge me because I'm a little different?"
Crystal could tell now he always talked his way out of trouble. He had the gift of the silver tongue.
"Why shouldn't we judge you? You're dangerous!" Lorna spoke for the first time.
"Why shouldn't I judge YOU?" he asked calmly, though his eyes, like chips of sapphire, held a great amount of fury and menace that would make even Val and Damita cower in fear.
"Because we're good people," she said.
"How do I know that?" he asked, "How do I know you're not murderers or robbers? How do you know I'm not a raper? How come I can't judge you because you're Bulimic? Yes, I could tell you're Bulimic," he said when she looked shocked, "How come I can't judge you," he turned to Damita, "because you're biracial? And you because you're Asian?"
"You're crazy!" said Lorna.
"Yeah . . . I am, so are ya gonna judge me?" he said, his voice expressionless, "Are you gonna judge my twin now? Because, let me tell you, her head is loads more messed up than mine is. What are you gonna do about it? "
"You want an apology?" he asked, "Well I'm not giving you one. You want to know why? Because you hissed the word 'mutant' as if it was a disease before you gave me a chance to talk. The four of you don't deserve an apology. And you didn't help me pick up my candy."
"Now," he said, "you made me late for dinner. Freddy won't be pleased. And I bought my sister Peeps. Beware of Quicksilver, because next time, I won't be as nice."
He lifted his leg as though he was going to sprint, and he was gone.
A little age guide thing- Crystal is around 17. Lorna is 17 too but she's a little younger. Damita's the oldest at 19 and Val is 18. Pietro is 18.
Chapter Two- The Silver Tongued Mutant
Crystal sighed as she set down her bags down for a moment to rub the nape of her neck.
"I think I'm done for the day," she said wearily.
"Me too, I'm beat," said her friend Val. Val pushed her long black bangs out of her tan face with her small tan hands.
"Oh!" moaned a disappointed Damita, "But I wanted to get new shoes!"
"And I wanted a pedicure! I haven't had one in almost two weeks!" whined Lorna.
"Two weeks?" asked Val in disbelief, "You're complaining that you didn't have your nails trimmed professionally in two weeks? They don't even have time to grow in two weeks!"
Out of the four of them, Val was the least vain. If she were though, no one would blame her for being vain. Val was a natural Philippian beauty. Her curtain of black silk hair hung down to the middle of her back, though now it was tied back with a white scrunchy. She was wearing a shirt that showed an inch of her skin above her form-fitting black slacks and her shirt was blue-gray with a V-shaped neckline and the sleeves stopped in the middle of her forearms. Men would give their left nut to be with her.
Lorna tried too hard to be even more beautiful than she needed to be. The natural brunette would have her hair dyed platinum blonde and she was too thin (a/n: Think Calista Flockhart, but maybe not as skinny) and pale to be allowed. She would look a lot better if she stayed her natural self.
Damita was beautiful too. Her medium-dark skin made her look royal. Her very curly brown hair had dark blond highlights in it. She wore a shiny metallic silver T-shirt that showed off her bellybutton piercing with low- rise black jeans and glittery silver belt. She wore black stilettos and just above her ankle was a tiny black heart tattoo. Her dates said she was sexy.
Crystal was an average blonde. She wasn't one of those ditzy dumb blondes, but she wasn't overly smart either. She had curves, her skin was medium, not as pale as Lorna's but not as dark as Damita's or Val's either, it could be considered peach.
Crystal picked her bags up again and said, "I guess we should start heading back to the car."
Just as they started to walk back, Crystal felt the wind knocked out of her as instinct took over and she put her hands in front of her to break her fall, dropping her bags in the process.
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"Shit!" someone hissed vehemently.
Crystal rolled over to see who had knocked her over. She did not expect to see jaw breakers rolling to the street and pixie stix scattered by their owner. There, trying to scoop the jawbreakers that had not rolled too far away, was a handsome young man with silver white hair. She did not notice that his arms were a blur as he picked up all his scattered candy.
He was even paler than Lorna. He was even skinny too. He stood up and faced them, his face full of anger. Why was he angry when he rammed into me?
His expression changed from anger to surprise rather quickly though.
'Hmm, women,' he thought, well . . . thoughtfully.
"Well, apologize, mutant," hissed Val, although there was the smallest trace of fear in her voice. It caught Crystal by surprise. Val and Damita were both tough, they had to be because then they would of never of survived elementary school. Val was always made fun of because she was Asian and Damita was teased because her father was black and her mother was white. Crystal always envied them for that.
The man's dark eyebrows rose. "Apologize for what?" he asked.
"For running into Crystal!" Damita said, though not loud enough so where they could attract any more attention.
"Why should I apologize?" he asked, "You four were the ones dawdling in a crowded street."
"YOU were running in a busy street!" snapped Crystal. She was not as afraid of mutants like the others were. They were just human beings with a special gift, even if that gift could be dangerous.
"I always run," he said smoothly, "Running is part of my life. If I don't run, I'm an insane loon walking around instead of running."
Lorna suddenly looked alarmed. So he just admitted he was an insane loon who runs instead of walks? Wasn't there some kind of place for those kinds of people?
"We know what you are," hissed Val, "We only want a simple apology. How come you can't give us that?"
"So you know what I am?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "Then how come, you don't run away from me from fear? If you're not afraid, how come you're not pouncing me on the spot? How come you judge me because I'm a little different?"
Crystal could tell now he always talked his way out of trouble. He had the gift of the silver tongue.
"Why shouldn't we judge you? You're dangerous!" Lorna spoke for the first time.
"Why shouldn't I judge YOU?" he asked calmly, though his eyes, like chips of sapphire, held a great amount of fury and menace that would make even Val and Damita cower in fear.
"Because we're good people," she said.
"How do I know that?" he asked, "How do I know you're not murderers or robbers? How do you know I'm not a raper? How come I can't judge you because you're Bulimic? Yes, I could tell you're Bulimic," he said when she looked shocked, "How come I can't judge you," he turned to Damita, "because you're biracial? And you because you're Asian?"
"You're crazy!" said Lorna.
"Yeah . . . I am, so are ya gonna judge me?" he said, his voice expressionless, "Are you gonna judge my twin now? Because, let me tell you, her head is loads more messed up than mine is. What are you gonna do about it? "
"You want an apology?" he asked, "Well I'm not giving you one. You want to know why? Because you hissed the word 'mutant' as if it was a disease before you gave me a chance to talk. The four of you don't deserve an apology. And you didn't help me pick up my candy."
"Now," he said, "you made me late for dinner. Freddy won't be pleased. And I bought my sister Peeps. Beware of Quicksilver, because next time, I won't be as nice."
He lifted his leg as though he was going to sprint, and he was gone.