(She was tied down on some kind of metal platform, spread-eagled.
There were people around, milling and taking notes and getting weapons. She
tried to move and couldn't. She tried to scream "Where am I? What are you
doing?" and a man stepped out of the shadows, smiling. He spoke to her.
"Do you really need to ask, Yuriko?"
She tried again. "I'm not Yuriko, I'm SheCat! Let me go! I'm not Yuriko!" Then the knives came closer, medical razors and scalpels. She began to plead. "Oh god, please don't. Please.". Then they tore her apart.
"Aaargh! God! Stoppit! Stop! Aaah! Please stop! Make it Stop!"
"SheCat! SheCat, wake up! It's a dream! SheCat!"
She woke up when Jean Grey shook her and yelled at her) -SheCat's dream August 24th.
Strobe, Julie, Paige and SheCat were goofing off, as is common among teens, during lunch. They were laughing and talking and putting their powers to a more domestic use. Paige had now changed her outer layer of skin into a beautiful abalone, hoping for a stray glance from Neal Shaara. Julie was being her typical self, talking and chatting while still keeping an ear out for gossip. She was the hub, the axis, the center of all rumors. They came through her and she made them known.
SheCat was only half listening, being more focused on making a toothpick dance across the table. Strobe both ate and listened, sometimes playing with a spark between her fingertips.
A good looking boy by the name of Mark (but he was known as Aqua for his ability to create water) strode over to their table. His bleached hair was cut neatly, his eyes were blue and focused on one girl. He walked over to Strobe.
"Hey there gorgeous. Want to meet me behind the fountain after this? Say, noon?"
"Maybe so, handsome. I'll be there." Strobe was smitten. She then turned to her friends as Aqua left. All three had tongues out, eyebrows up.
"Handsome? Gorgeous? You sound like a cheesy movie from the 70's!" Julie snickered.
"Or worse, my parents." Was Paige's reply.
SheCat responded the way she thought best, sneaking up behind Strobe with a full cup of vanilla pudding and smeared and glopped it all in that perfect blond hair.
"FOOD FIGHT!" was the outcry from all four, and within minutes the entire lunchroom was squabbling and throwing and mashing and dripping.
"It was worth it." SheCat sprawled on the bed. "Definitely worth it."
"Three detentions! How can THAT be worth it?! And my good skirt is ruined!" Julie was not accustomed to detentions. The others ignored her outbursts. Paige (now a type of mica) and Strobe were studying; SheCat busied herself with sword practice. Julie sat down sulking.
SheCat used a mirror during practice to study her form and its flaws. Now, though, it reminded her that she was the ugly duckling in the group. Julie was gorgeous, Chinese, elegant. Paige could have been a supermodel. And Strobe was an entirely different matter. She was the most beautiful girl in the school, the kind boys drooled over. And then there was SheCat. Pretty, but in a mild way. Green-gold eyes, brown hair, a little forelock falling above her right eye that never seemed to go away. Three scars, two on her cheek, one vertically over her right eye. A fairly nice body, but nothing extraordinary. Sighing, she reverted to practicing Bonetti defense.
Julie poked her head over Paige's binder, looking at the heart with NS+PG written in cursive inside. She smirked. Paige was never going to get Neal, but she could let her dream.
SheCat ceased bladework and foraged in her backpack for snacks and homework. She settled on her bed with Cheezits and a mechanics workbook. Strobe dismounted her position on the top bunk and came down next to her. She caught a flash of the books inner cover: RLB+SC in a heart. Girls were all alike inside.
(She was tied down again, they were tearing her apart again, she was screaming again. The table she was on suddenly lowered and jerked her and she hit her head. She saw the man who had spoken before; he dangled something in front of her, an abalone and mica flower pendant on a string. Then the string broke and it fell in her mouth and she was choking on the pendant and couldn't spit it out. She woke up with an eraser in her mouth on the floor.) SheCat's dream August 25th.
"Do you really need to ask, Yuriko?"
She tried again. "I'm not Yuriko, I'm SheCat! Let me go! I'm not Yuriko!" Then the knives came closer, medical razors and scalpels. She began to plead. "Oh god, please don't. Please.". Then they tore her apart.
"Aaargh! God! Stoppit! Stop! Aaah! Please stop! Make it Stop!"
"SheCat! SheCat, wake up! It's a dream! SheCat!"
She woke up when Jean Grey shook her and yelled at her) -SheCat's dream August 24th.
Strobe, Julie, Paige and SheCat were goofing off, as is common among teens, during lunch. They were laughing and talking and putting their powers to a more domestic use. Paige had now changed her outer layer of skin into a beautiful abalone, hoping for a stray glance from Neal Shaara. Julie was being her typical self, talking and chatting while still keeping an ear out for gossip. She was the hub, the axis, the center of all rumors. They came through her and she made them known.
SheCat was only half listening, being more focused on making a toothpick dance across the table. Strobe both ate and listened, sometimes playing with a spark between her fingertips.
A good looking boy by the name of Mark (but he was known as Aqua for his ability to create water) strode over to their table. His bleached hair was cut neatly, his eyes were blue and focused on one girl. He walked over to Strobe.
"Hey there gorgeous. Want to meet me behind the fountain after this? Say, noon?"
"Maybe so, handsome. I'll be there." Strobe was smitten. She then turned to her friends as Aqua left. All three had tongues out, eyebrows up.
"Handsome? Gorgeous? You sound like a cheesy movie from the 70's!" Julie snickered.
"Or worse, my parents." Was Paige's reply.
SheCat responded the way she thought best, sneaking up behind Strobe with a full cup of vanilla pudding and smeared and glopped it all in that perfect blond hair.
"FOOD FIGHT!" was the outcry from all four, and within minutes the entire lunchroom was squabbling and throwing and mashing and dripping.
"It was worth it." SheCat sprawled on the bed. "Definitely worth it."
"Three detentions! How can THAT be worth it?! And my good skirt is ruined!" Julie was not accustomed to detentions. The others ignored her outbursts. Paige (now a type of mica) and Strobe were studying; SheCat busied herself with sword practice. Julie sat down sulking.
SheCat used a mirror during practice to study her form and its flaws. Now, though, it reminded her that she was the ugly duckling in the group. Julie was gorgeous, Chinese, elegant. Paige could have been a supermodel. And Strobe was an entirely different matter. She was the most beautiful girl in the school, the kind boys drooled over. And then there was SheCat. Pretty, but in a mild way. Green-gold eyes, brown hair, a little forelock falling above her right eye that never seemed to go away. Three scars, two on her cheek, one vertically over her right eye. A fairly nice body, but nothing extraordinary. Sighing, she reverted to practicing Bonetti defense.
Julie poked her head over Paige's binder, looking at the heart with NS+PG written in cursive inside. She smirked. Paige was never going to get Neal, but she could let her dream.
SheCat ceased bladework and foraged in her backpack for snacks and homework. She settled on her bed with Cheezits and a mechanics workbook. Strobe dismounted her position on the top bunk and came down next to her. She caught a flash of the books inner cover: RLB+SC in a heart. Girls were all alike inside.
(She was tied down again, they were tearing her apart again, she was screaming again. The table she was on suddenly lowered and jerked her and she hit her head. She saw the man who had spoken before; he dangled something in front of her, an abalone and mica flower pendant on a string. Then the string broke and it fell in her mouth and she was choking on the pendant and couldn't spit it out. She woke up with an eraser in her mouth on the floor.) SheCat's dream August 25th.