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A/N: This chapter will switch points of view a lot, so try to stay with me. I will put whose point of view it is before I start writing with them. Each point of view will be separated by the lines and stars, because they are fun to type! (If you don't believe me, try it sometime!)
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Peter:
Opal seems to be nice, I thought, as I ran down the hall. The rest of the group were running with us, accept for James and Opal, who were headed to save a few more. From now on, we were refugees. Escaped prisoners. It was like the Underground Railroad, only in the twenty-first century, and we are not all black. We are still people fighting depression, though. Mutants.
I felt as if I couldn't run any more. Some of the others were feeling the same. I could see them all slowing. In the distance, I could hear the shouts of the guards, commanding us to stop, like we were dogs. I felt true, burning hatred towards them. Hatred that I have never felt before. I lashed out at them with my. Gift. Normally I refer to it as my curse, but in times like this, it is a gift. They fell to the ground, screaming in pain. I didn't look back. I had seen the effects of my pain castings far to often. However, the others wanted a peek. Ten-year-old Alison actually stopped at the sight. She was in front of me, and I could tell that she needed a rest anyways. She sat down, and I knew that once she had stopped, she wouldn't get back up. She was that tired.
Then I felt a rush of energy. I could run faster that I had ever run in my life. Like I had just started and was at the peak of physical condition. I looked around me. The rest of the group was the same.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Meg:
I saw Peter get rid of the guards. I turned to look at them, and shivered. They were all lying on the floor, gasping in pain and agony. I grimaced, and made a mental note not to anger Peter. Ever.
I felt as if I couldn't run any longer. Then I saw Alison sit down. Oh, no! I thought. She was sure to get caught. Then I looked behind me. Sure enough. There was Jen, her head in her hands as she ran, no doubt trying to get rid of a headache. Her ability to lend and borrow energy came in handy sometimes, but it left her breathless.
I led the group through one dark hallway after another. Then, there it was! The staircase. I dashed up the stairs, the group right behind me. The door at the top would lead outside. I twiddled the handle, imagining for the first time in a year the sun on my face. The cool breeze sweeping my hair back over my shoulders. Everything that I had longed for. Even to see a single blade of grass would please me. I glanced through the door as I tried to open it. Tried, but didn't succeed.
"It's locked!" I cried. Then tears seeped down my cheeks. How could it be locked? Then a boy I had never met before that day, his name was Mike, I had just found out, pushed past me. "Move out of the way," He whispered. I backed down the stairwell. He stood in front of the door, and then just . just . melted!
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ James:
I led the girl, Opal, down the dark, dingy hallway, turning away from the rest of my group. I didn't mind leaving them. I didn't care if I never saw them again It's not that I don't have compassion, or that I hate them. We just weren't friends. I like to stay more on the side f things, not in the middle.
I had slipped through the bars invisible to watch where they were taking the new people. I had watched them. The new ones were both unconscious. There were two. A girl and a boy. The girl was cute. I liked her right away.
You might be wondering why I didn't just esape, If I could go through the bars. I can walk through all things, actually. At least, I used to be able to. I had only arrived a day or so before the new people, and up until then, I had had a guard at my cell door. Then, after the new people came, they had fed it to me in my dinner. I didn't know what it was. I still don't know. I think it was in the milk. They never give us milk. But to make it go through out the entire body, they would have had to get it into the calcium stream, if it wasn't a vitamin. I don't know how they did it, but now, I can't walk through the walls. I can still turn invisible, though. My one freedom.
Opal and I arrived in that hallway that the new people were. She once again lit the tiny ball in her hand. She had extinguished it once we had started running. It was only the size of a marble, but gave off enough light for six sixty-watt light bulbs. It was very bright.
"Maybe you should turn it down a bit?" I whispered. She nodded and dimmed the glow. We then crept into the darkness. I don't know why we crept, but we did. We glanced in every cell, but it took awhile to find them. They were in the last cell. Neither of us would have noticed us, unless one of them, the girl, had whispered, "Opal? Is that you?"
St those words we both spun around. The cute girl was sitting beside the boy. She was sitting up straight. He was slouched, but beginning to stand.
"Nike!" Opal said, clearly amazed, "Pyro! You . what are you doing here." I may not be empathic, but I could still sense the hostility in her voice. The cute one obviously did, too.
"Now, Opal," she said, placing a fake smile on her lips, "I don't think that ." Opal cut her off.
"Don't try that!" she sneered, "I'm wise to your tricks. I can avoid it. Block it, if I want. Stop it, if I try." The cute one gulped and grinned sheepishly. What were they talking about?
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Mike:
I was running along with them. I don't know why I ran, when I could just stay there until the danger passed, but my instinct told me that they would need me.
We had reached a stairwell; the girl that was leading ran up it. She reached for the door handle.
"It's locked!" she wailed, and started crying. Whether it was fear or sadness, I don't know. I pushed to the front of the crowd.
"Stand back," I told Meg. Then I worked my magic. The familiar feeling came over me. The one like a wave, a huge wave, was crashing over me. Then I was the wave. Be the wave, my friends had teased when I had told them what it felt like. That was before all this, though. Back when I had had friends.
As a liquid, I slipped under the tiny crack in the door to the outside. Hen I looked around with my melted eyes. The coast was clear. I re- made myself and opened the door. There was Meg, looking like she was about to kiss me. And she did. It was just a quick peck on the cheek before she was running towards the near-by wood, but I loved it all the same. Then we were all running. I closed the door behind the last person, and dashed after them, soon catching up with Meg.
"You're wonderful!" she laughed.
"Don't mention it!" I replied. I gave her my lopsided grin, and we led the group together.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Nike:
I was amazed to see Opal there. I didn't know how she could have gotten here. Then again Magneto hadn't told us what he had to have her for. But, even if she was here, how had she escaped?
None-the-less, I was glad to see her. She didn't seem that glad to see me, though. She asked angrily what we were doing here. I tried to smile, and to persuade her to be nice, but she soon burst my bubble of confidence.
Pyro had kept silent through this short exchange, but then he spoke.
"Who're you?" he asked a kid that I hadn't noticed beside Opal.
"James," he said, nodding at us, "I'm one of you, don' worry. I saw where they put you when they dropped you off about two days ago." Pyro interrupted him.
"Tow days!" he cried, voicing my amazement, "That must have been some nock-out needle!" The kid looked at us oddly. Pyro shook his head. "Never mind," he said, "Listen, can you get us out of here, or not?"
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A/N: Ok, guys. What do you think of this type of writing, with the various points of view, I mean? Let me know please!
P.S.: Pleeeeeaaase review./ Even if you hated it and wished that I had never posted it, then tell me why. Constructive criticism rocks!
A/N: This chapter will switch points of view a lot, so try to stay with me. I will put whose point of view it is before I start writing with them. Each point of view will be separated by the lines and stars, because they are fun to type! (If you don't believe me, try it sometime!)
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Peter:
Opal seems to be nice, I thought, as I ran down the hall. The rest of the group were running with us, accept for James and Opal, who were headed to save a few more. From now on, we were refugees. Escaped prisoners. It was like the Underground Railroad, only in the twenty-first century, and we are not all black. We are still people fighting depression, though. Mutants.
I felt as if I couldn't run any more. Some of the others were feeling the same. I could see them all slowing. In the distance, I could hear the shouts of the guards, commanding us to stop, like we were dogs. I felt true, burning hatred towards them. Hatred that I have never felt before. I lashed out at them with my. Gift. Normally I refer to it as my curse, but in times like this, it is a gift. They fell to the ground, screaming in pain. I didn't look back. I had seen the effects of my pain castings far to often. However, the others wanted a peek. Ten-year-old Alison actually stopped at the sight. She was in front of me, and I could tell that she needed a rest anyways. She sat down, and I knew that once she had stopped, she wouldn't get back up. She was that tired.
Then I felt a rush of energy. I could run faster that I had ever run in my life. Like I had just started and was at the peak of physical condition. I looked around me. The rest of the group was the same.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Meg:
I saw Peter get rid of the guards. I turned to look at them, and shivered. They were all lying on the floor, gasping in pain and agony. I grimaced, and made a mental note not to anger Peter. Ever.
I felt as if I couldn't run any longer. Then I saw Alison sit down. Oh, no! I thought. She was sure to get caught. Then I looked behind me. Sure enough. There was Jen, her head in her hands as she ran, no doubt trying to get rid of a headache. Her ability to lend and borrow energy came in handy sometimes, but it left her breathless.
I led the group through one dark hallway after another. Then, there it was! The staircase. I dashed up the stairs, the group right behind me. The door at the top would lead outside. I twiddled the handle, imagining for the first time in a year the sun on my face. The cool breeze sweeping my hair back over my shoulders. Everything that I had longed for. Even to see a single blade of grass would please me. I glanced through the door as I tried to open it. Tried, but didn't succeed.
"It's locked!" I cried. Then tears seeped down my cheeks. How could it be locked? Then a boy I had never met before that day, his name was Mike, I had just found out, pushed past me. "Move out of the way," He whispered. I backed down the stairwell. He stood in front of the door, and then just . just . melted!
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ James:
I led the girl, Opal, down the dark, dingy hallway, turning away from the rest of my group. I didn't mind leaving them. I didn't care if I never saw them again It's not that I don't have compassion, or that I hate them. We just weren't friends. I like to stay more on the side f things, not in the middle.
I had slipped through the bars invisible to watch where they were taking the new people. I had watched them. The new ones were both unconscious. There were two. A girl and a boy. The girl was cute. I liked her right away.
You might be wondering why I didn't just esape, If I could go through the bars. I can walk through all things, actually. At least, I used to be able to. I had only arrived a day or so before the new people, and up until then, I had had a guard at my cell door. Then, after the new people came, they had fed it to me in my dinner. I didn't know what it was. I still don't know. I think it was in the milk. They never give us milk. But to make it go through out the entire body, they would have had to get it into the calcium stream, if it wasn't a vitamin. I don't know how they did it, but now, I can't walk through the walls. I can still turn invisible, though. My one freedom.
Opal and I arrived in that hallway that the new people were. She once again lit the tiny ball in her hand. She had extinguished it once we had started running. It was only the size of a marble, but gave off enough light for six sixty-watt light bulbs. It was very bright.
"Maybe you should turn it down a bit?" I whispered. She nodded and dimmed the glow. We then crept into the darkness. I don't know why we crept, but we did. We glanced in every cell, but it took awhile to find them. They were in the last cell. Neither of us would have noticed us, unless one of them, the girl, had whispered, "Opal? Is that you?"
St those words we both spun around. The cute girl was sitting beside the boy. She was sitting up straight. He was slouched, but beginning to stand.
"Nike!" Opal said, clearly amazed, "Pyro! You . what are you doing here." I may not be empathic, but I could still sense the hostility in her voice. The cute one obviously did, too.
"Now, Opal," she said, placing a fake smile on her lips, "I don't think that ." Opal cut her off.
"Don't try that!" she sneered, "I'm wise to your tricks. I can avoid it. Block it, if I want. Stop it, if I try." The cute one gulped and grinned sheepishly. What were they talking about?
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Mike:
I was running along with them. I don't know why I ran, when I could just stay there until the danger passed, but my instinct told me that they would need me.
We had reached a stairwell; the girl that was leading ran up it. She reached for the door handle.
"It's locked!" she wailed, and started crying. Whether it was fear or sadness, I don't know. I pushed to the front of the crowd.
"Stand back," I told Meg. Then I worked my magic. The familiar feeling came over me. The one like a wave, a huge wave, was crashing over me. Then I was the wave. Be the wave, my friends had teased when I had told them what it felt like. That was before all this, though. Back when I had had friends.
As a liquid, I slipped under the tiny crack in the door to the outside. Hen I looked around with my melted eyes. The coast was clear. I re- made myself and opened the door. There was Meg, looking like she was about to kiss me. And she did. It was just a quick peck on the cheek before she was running towards the near-by wood, but I loved it all the same. Then we were all running. I closed the door behind the last person, and dashed after them, soon catching up with Meg.
"You're wonderful!" she laughed.
"Don't mention it!" I replied. I gave her my lopsided grin, and we led the group together.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Nike:
I was amazed to see Opal there. I didn't know how she could have gotten here. Then again Magneto hadn't told us what he had to have her for. But, even if she was here, how had she escaped?
None-the-less, I was glad to see her. She didn't seem that glad to see me, though. She asked angrily what we were doing here. I tried to smile, and to persuade her to be nice, but she soon burst my bubble of confidence.
Pyro had kept silent through this short exchange, but then he spoke.
"Who're you?" he asked a kid that I hadn't noticed beside Opal.
"James," he said, nodding at us, "I'm one of you, don' worry. I saw where they put you when they dropped you off about two days ago." Pyro interrupted him.
"Tow days!" he cried, voicing my amazement, "That must have been some nock-out needle!" The kid looked at us oddly. Pyro shook his head. "Never mind," he said, "Listen, can you get us out of here, or not?"
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A/N: Ok, guys. What do you think of this type of writing, with the various points of view, I mean? Let me know please!
P.S.: Pleeeeeaaase review./ Even if you hated it and wished that I had never posted it, then tell me why. Constructive criticism rocks!