Disclaimer: Don't own X-Men. Don't own anyone but Opal and Nike. Everyone else belongs to someone who isn't me. (I'd say that's a fairly safe assumption, huh?)
P.S.: This chap, and a few after this one, will switch back and forth a little between Nike + Pyro and Opal. Each section will be separated by the little lines-and-stars.
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"Oh, hello there," Nike said lamely. The person holding the gun sneered. He was a middle-aged man. There was a woman behind him. She was desperately trying to get her hair straight, and her dress zipped up at the back. She was fighting a losing battle, but Nike didn't bother to tell her that. The man had a bit of lipstick smeared on his chin. Obviously, this was the equivalent to the office supply room.
"Don't talk, mutant," the man spat, "Stand up. Both of you. I heard the whole conversation you two had. Very touching. Trying to get him to love you, hey, girl? Well, my girlfriend and I..." he was cut off by the lady.
"I'm his fiancée, actually," she said, holding out a long hand with a glittering diamond on it. Or, at least it was supposed to be a diamond. Nike scoffed at it.
"It's glass, lady," she said, "Glass and eight carat gold." The lady looked scandalized and slapped her husband to be.
"I paid three-thousand dollars for that!" he cried.
"Then you got ripped. And you deserved it, if you paid three grand for that piece of junk!" Nike and Pyro were both standing now. Pyro had slipped his lighter out of his pocket. He opened it. Nothing.
"Damn!" He whispered, "My lighter died!" The man smirked.
"So, I got you both! Ha! My boss will be very pleased. Especially if you are an escape." He grinned at Nike, who said, "I think you should let us go." He voice was soft. He smirked again.
"Not gonna work, girly!" Nike stared. He was wearing glasses! Her powers only worked when people's eyes were unshielded and bare. The lady was obviously wearing contacts, because she laughed, too. They were done for...
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Opal was meditating. This wasn't the Buda position meditating. Actually, she was lying in her bed, pretending to sleep. Just thinking, really. She was facing away from the buttonhole camera that surveyed her every move. Well, it used to portray her every move. Now it was broken. No one would find that out for months. She had fed the data-base a loop. With a small twist of her mind, she could turn the camera off. Like now, for instance. The camera had one blind spot, though. The door. That was probably Magneto's stupidest decision ever. Of coarse, why was it stupid? She wasn't supposed to know where the door was. She wasn't even supposed to know that there was a door. She wasn't supposed to se the camera. She wasn't supposed to watch the people who saw her through the one-way glass. But she did.
She could see every one of the people who took shifts watching her behind the little window. She felt like a prisoner. The only way out was through a door that was heavily guarded. Though every one that wanted to could see her.
Strangely enough, Magneto didn't ever seem to watch her. Or, he only did when she was sleeping. She sighed, ignoring her grumbling stomach. Some mutants didn't eat. Didn't need to, but she did, and she didn't know which powers were connected with not needing to eat. Three days. Opal had been there three days, as far as she knew. It could be more or less. She hadn't eaten. She hadn't been given any food. Maybe she wasn't expected to eat.
She sighed and got out of bed. She instinctively checked her watch. It was gone. It had been gone when she got here. She looked over where the one-way glass was. Time to have a little fun.
Time to escape.
There were two men there. Both were wearing business suits. They had watched her before, a lot, actually. Snoozer sleeping in front of a computer screen, feet propped up on the desk. Coffee-man was drinking coffee, watching her. When she got up, coffee-man poked his partner. Snoozer woke with a jump. Opal walked over to the window so that she was a few feet away. She blew them a kiss. The two men stared. She raised her finger, just one, the middle one, in front of her face. 'I see you,' she mouthed. She cocked one eye-brow, and pulled her lip up into a half smile. She angled her face towards the ground, looking up at them through her bangs. She winked. It was such a simple gesture, but so threatening. Coffee-man knocked over his cup getting to his phone. Snoozer was about to send an email. Opal didn't give them a chance. They were in league with her captor. They deserved to die. The glass pane shattered. Both men screamed. 'Good-bye,' Opal mouthed. Wind whipped back her hair. She raised one hand. The hand was cupped around a fireball that was the size of a baseball and growing.
"Hope you enjoyed life," she told them, her voice light, "Because now you are going to die." She spoke with the casualty of someone quoting the weather. They didn't even get a chance to scream.
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A/N: So, what do you think? PLEASE TELL ME! Even if you have already reviewed once, do it again.
P.S.: This chap, and a few after this one, will switch back and forth a little between Nike + Pyro and Opal. Each section will be separated by the little lines-and-stars.
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"Oh, hello there," Nike said lamely. The person holding the gun sneered. He was a middle-aged man. There was a woman behind him. She was desperately trying to get her hair straight, and her dress zipped up at the back. She was fighting a losing battle, but Nike didn't bother to tell her that. The man had a bit of lipstick smeared on his chin. Obviously, this was the equivalent to the office supply room.
"Don't talk, mutant," the man spat, "Stand up. Both of you. I heard the whole conversation you two had. Very touching. Trying to get him to love you, hey, girl? Well, my girlfriend and I..." he was cut off by the lady.
"I'm his fiancée, actually," she said, holding out a long hand with a glittering diamond on it. Or, at least it was supposed to be a diamond. Nike scoffed at it.
"It's glass, lady," she said, "Glass and eight carat gold." The lady looked scandalized and slapped her husband to be.
"I paid three-thousand dollars for that!" he cried.
"Then you got ripped. And you deserved it, if you paid three grand for that piece of junk!" Nike and Pyro were both standing now. Pyro had slipped his lighter out of his pocket. He opened it. Nothing.
"Damn!" He whispered, "My lighter died!" The man smirked.
"So, I got you both! Ha! My boss will be very pleased. Especially if you are an escape." He grinned at Nike, who said, "I think you should let us go." He voice was soft. He smirked again.
"Not gonna work, girly!" Nike stared. He was wearing glasses! Her powers only worked when people's eyes were unshielded and bare. The lady was obviously wearing contacts, because she laughed, too. They were done for...
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Opal was meditating. This wasn't the Buda position meditating. Actually, she was lying in her bed, pretending to sleep. Just thinking, really. She was facing away from the buttonhole camera that surveyed her every move. Well, it used to portray her every move. Now it was broken. No one would find that out for months. She had fed the data-base a loop. With a small twist of her mind, she could turn the camera off. Like now, for instance. The camera had one blind spot, though. The door. That was probably Magneto's stupidest decision ever. Of coarse, why was it stupid? She wasn't supposed to know where the door was. She wasn't even supposed to know that there was a door. She wasn't supposed to se the camera. She wasn't supposed to watch the people who saw her through the one-way glass. But she did.
She could see every one of the people who took shifts watching her behind the little window. She felt like a prisoner. The only way out was through a door that was heavily guarded. Though every one that wanted to could see her.
Strangely enough, Magneto didn't ever seem to watch her. Or, he only did when she was sleeping. She sighed, ignoring her grumbling stomach. Some mutants didn't eat. Didn't need to, but she did, and she didn't know which powers were connected with not needing to eat. Three days. Opal had been there three days, as far as she knew. It could be more or less. She hadn't eaten. She hadn't been given any food. Maybe she wasn't expected to eat.
She sighed and got out of bed. She instinctively checked her watch. It was gone. It had been gone when she got here. She looked over where the one-way glass was. Time to have a little fun.
Time to escape.
There were two men there. Both were wearing business suits. They had watched her before, a lot, actually. Snoozer sleeping in front of a computer screen, feet propped up on the desk. Coffee-man was drinking coffee, watching her. When she got up, coffee-man poked his partner. Snoozer woke with a jump. Opal walked over to the window so that she was a few feet away. She blew them a kiss. The two men stared. She raised her finger, just one, the middle one, in front of her face. 'I see you,' she mouthed. She cocked one eye-brow, and pulled her lip up into a half smile. She angled her face towards the ground, looking up at them through her bangs. She winked. It was such a simple gesture, but so threatening. Coffee-man knocked over his cup getting to his phone. Snoozer was about to send an email. Opal didn't give them a chance. They were in league with her captor. They deserved to die. The glass pane shattered. Both men screamed. 'Good-bye,' Opal mouthed. Wind whipped back her hair. She raised one hand. The hand was cupped around a fireball that was the size of a baseball and growing.
"Hope you enjoyed life," she told them, her voice light, "Because now you are going to die." She spoke with the casualty of someone quoting the weather. They didn't even get a chance to scream.
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A/N: So, what do you think? PLEASE TELL ME! Even if you have already reviewed once, do it again.