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Chapter 5:
Ever had one of those days when you JUST wanna rip your own hair out?
Or, in my case, someone's FEATHERS out?
Even better, both?
Probably not. Unless, of course, your name just so happens to be Kelsey Carol Selena Rias. Unless you just so happen to be a sixteen year old femme mutant whose powers included telekinesis and who knows what else. And UNLESS you've resided for three days next to a winged demoness whose name is Cathryne Parri. Who is, incidentally, number one on my to-kill list by a long, LONG shot (Bobby Drake comes in a definite second). That is, if I ever consider becoming a psychotic-killer - which is seriously sounding better by the minute.
Even my DREAMS were on murdering our feathered friend (not really MY feathered friend, but you get the drift)
I'm not too overly fond of her, in case you hadn't noticed.
Why, you ask? There are reasons: 1) She made it clear on the second day that she didn't like me (her exact words were, "I don' like y'at all, y'know."); 2) She just HAS to comment on EVERYTHING I say; and 3) She got a WORKING COMPUTER in her room, darn it! (Mine was being sent for repairs, and I wouldn't see it for at least a week. AND I had to partially pay for the repairs. Dang.)
And the list doth go on and on and on...
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Monday dawned bright and clear, although I was up before most of the household was (which I found shocking, considering my aversion to mornings. Blame it on Mr. Wake-up-at-6am-or-else-Summers. It's all his fault). Recently, I've been going into the (HUGE) front yard in front of the mansion, watching (as I have done for the past year or so - WHENEVER I bothered to drag my lazy butt out of bed) as the sun rose every morning , its rays scattering across the sky, dividing it into rows of myriads of breath-taking colours. It was a beautiful scene, and the blessed silence around me was a major difference to the bustle of the mansion. It gave me time to reflect, to take a break from the world around -
"Wha't'heck are y'doing out here?"
Sereness shattered, and the sunrise just about became a sunset, even as I grounded my teeth and turned to face Cathryne. She was dressed entirely in black, and her hair looked wind-blown and tousled, while her cheeks were tinged slightly with the redness of...exhiliration?
"Who died?" I retorted, eying her choice of clothing with a raised eyebrow. Don't get me wrong - I have NOTHING against the colour black. It just seemed suspicious for her to be wearing such clothing on a day which promised a hot afternoon. "And why are YOU out here?"
Cathryne shrugged slightly. "Fel' like it."
"This early?"
"Same could be said for y', y' know." She yawned then, long and tired. Realization dawned upon me then.
"You've been up - OUT - the whole night, haven't you?"
She glared at me, and I knew I was right. "Announce it t't'whole world, won' y'?"
"Why were you gone? Where?"
Cathryne rolled her eyes. "Y'think I'm going t'tell y'tha'?"
Yes. "No, but I have the alternative of telling the Professor." God, THAT sounded so childish. 'I'm telllling!'
The winged girl rolled her eyes again. "Y' mom never warned y'bout tattling? How quaint, especially since y'manners ain' tha' great either. Didn' do a good job, did she?"
A chill went down my spine. "Don't you DARE bring my mother into this."
"A bit t'late, no?" She smirked, and anger struck me straight on. "Wha's t' matter? Y' mom abandon y' at birth? Even know who - "
I never gave her a chance to finish. Or maybe she did, but I was too caught up in the moment to listen to her. Instead, I rose to my feet, and willed the stone bench I had been sitting on into the air behind me. Cathryne's smirk became a weak grin when she saw it floating, and she began backing away slowly from me.
"Hey look, I didn' mean wha' I said..."
"LIAR!" In my wrath, the stone flew in her direction, and she was barely able to dodge aside. Instead, it crashed into a nearby wall, splintering into a million pieces (both the wall and the bench). Cathryne shot me a look that I would have classified as fright, and took to the sky, even as I spotted another bench. Grimly willing it to rise, taking aim even as my head began throbbing with the beginnings of a headache, I was ready to throw it at an air-borned Cathryne when a hand clamped on my wrist. My concentration shattered, as did the bench (which fell from my telekinetic grasp - I think it was obvious I had been playing with my TK, right?), and I whirled around...to encounter familiar eyes.
"What the heck do you think you're doing, Kelsey?" He said rather incredulously, and I glowered at him, trying to ignore the fast-developing migraine.
"What does it look like I'm trying to do?" I retorted, struggling to get free. Imposing my will upon the jagged shards of stone on the ground, I began flinging them at her in a pathetic attempt to hurt that fricking -
His grip tightened, killing my concentration once again. Migraine settled, and I winced. "Trying to kill her?"
"You're so smart," I answered sulkily, and once more willed the pieces of stone to rise. They did so rather wobbily.
He shook my arm, destroying my concentration AGAIN. He just rose on my to-kill list to NUMBER ONE.
"Why? What did she do to you?" He persisted, and I rounded on him.
"What did she do to me? WHAT did she DO to me? That - that winged b - she just insulted my MOTHER, and you're asking WHAT SHE DID TO ME?" I spun on Cathryne and pointed an accusing finger at her, who cowered back as if I could incinerate her just by sticking my finger in her direction. Yeah right. I wish.
"Do YOU have a mother?" I felt myself snarl out, and Cathryne nodded almost timidly. "Well GUESS what, Parri. I DON'T FRIGGING HAVE ONE!" I knew I was shouting by this time, but hey, it's not my fault I was over-reacting. I WARNED her not to drag my mother into our argument. Plus I hadn't had coffee yet. Too early in the morning.
"My MOTHER, the one who never taught me my MANNERS, as YOU SO SAID, ABANDONED me when I was NINE, following my father's FUNERAL. I BET that sort of thing never happened to you, huh, Parri?" She shrank back even though I was at least ten metres away from her, shaking her head vigorously. "I thought not. My MOTHER left me with my BROTHER - who, incidentally, wants me DEAD - and it has been SEVEN YEARS since I last spoke to her." I paused for breath, feeling something warm prickling at the corners of my eyes, and remembered the migraine abruptly. That's when I realized the quietness. The absolute, dead silence that, when I looked around, belonged to just about the entire household, half of whom were leaning out their windows in shock and sleepily, while the other half was in front of the mansion door. All ofthem were staring at me.
"Chere," The crimson-eyed guy - Gambit/Remy - spoke, his arm around the emerald-eyed woman's waist - Rouge? No, Rogue. "I know y' probably aren't dat happy right now, but some of us are trying t' sleep, y' know." He didn't look too happy when he said that. Come to think of it, no one seemed happy.
Great. Now the entire household probably hated me.
The Professor wheeled his way to the front, and he too (what surprise) didn't look too happy. "My office, you three. NOW." Three? Oh yeah, three - Parri, me, and the guy who was still holding on to my arm.
"You can let go now," I snapped, and he immediately released his hold on me, blinking. As I stalked towards the mansion entrance, the gathered crowd of people parted, allowing me to get through. My head was pounding terribly by now.
And of course, Bobby Drake JUST had to voice his thoughts.
"Is she PMSing or something?"
WHAT!
Spinning on my left leg, which nearly gave way under the sudden strain, my hand formed into a fist on its own accord, and found its way to his jaw. He went down, and I smiled grimly.
With as much dignity as I could muster, I began limping to the entrance. Someone behind me - I think it was Mr. Cyclops or something - must have noticed the oh-so-noticeable limp, for aloud he said, "What's wrong with your left foot, Kelsey?"
"Nothing." I replied defensively, even as I winced and entered the mansion. I heard someone cough out something that sounded like "anger management" and I sighed as the door closed behind me.
Life wasn't going too good, I decided, trudging towards the Professor's office.
I should write a book. Get it published...
...nah. Knowing my luck, I'd probably get sued by some famous writer in the end.
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Zurizip: Jubilee's powers are plasma fireworks, and Gambit's powers enable him to charge up objects with kinetic energy. Something like that, I think. I hope I've helped you...=)
LEM: Thank you. Keep on reviewing and I'll keep on writing,
MidnightRebel: Glad to hear you like it. =) I enjoy your story lots as well, so please keep writing!
2 lazy 2 sign in: Don't worry. I won't make her too powerful. She has flaws, and if you want to find out, please keep reading...
rose @---: Don't worry. I'll keep writing (if you think I should).
ExternalTwin: Thanks, and I'll cut back on the cussing.
A/N: Sorry that this chapter took so long, people...with school and all going on, it's really stressful. As well, a writer's block ambushed me. This was just about what happened...
"AHHH! DIE! DIE!" *insert maniacal laughter here*
Ahem.
Please keep reviewing if you think I should keep writing.
(And thanks to those who had reviewed earlier.)
Chapter 5:
Ever had one of those days when you JUST wanna rip your own hair out?
Or, in my case, someone's FEATHERS out?
Even better, both?
Probably not. Unless, of course, your name just so happens to be Kelsey Carol Selena Rias. Unless you just so happen to be a sixteen year old femme mutant whose powers included telekinesis and who knows what else. And UNLESS you've resided for three days next to a winged demoness whose name is Cathryne Parri. Who is, incidentally, number one on my to-kill list by a long, LONG shot (Bobby Drake comes in a definite second). That is, if I ever consider becoming a psychotic-killer - which is seriously sounding better by the minute.
Even my DREAMS were on murdering our feathered friend (not really MY feathered friend, but you get the drift)
I'm not too overly fond of her, in case you hadn't noticed.
Why, you ask? There are reasons: 1) She made it clear on the second day that she didn't like me (her exact words were, "I don' like y'at all, y'know."); 2) She just HAS to comment on EVERYTHING I say; and 3) She got a WORKING COMPUTER in her room, darn it! (Mine was being sent for repairs, and I wouldn't see it for at least a week. AND I had to partially pay for the repairs. Dang.)
And the list doth go on and on and on...
---
Monday dawned bright and clear, although I was up before most of the household was (which I found shocking, considering my aversion to mornings. Blame it on Mr. Wake-up-at-6am-or-else-Summers. It's all his fault). Recently, I've been going into the (HUGE) front yard in front of the mansion, watching (as I have done for the past year or so - WHENEVER I bothered to drag my lazy butt out of bed) as the sun rose every morning , its rays scattering across the sky, dividing it into rows of myriads of breath-taking colours. It was a beautiful scene, and the blessed silence around me was a major difference to the bustle of the mansion. It gave me time to reflect, to take a break from the world around -
"Wha't'heck are y'doing out here?"
Sereness shattered, and the sunrise just about became a sunset, even as I grounded my teeth and turned to face Cathryne. She was dressed entirely in black, and her hair looked wind-blown and tousled, while her cheeks were tinged slightly with the redness of...exhiliration?
"Who died?" I retorted, eying her choice of clothing with a raised eyebrow. Don't get me wrong - I have NOTHING against the colour black. It just seemed suspicious for her to be wearing such clothing on a day which promised a hot afternoon. "And why are YOU out here?"
Cathryne shrugged slightly. "Fel' like it."
"This early?"
"Same could be said for y', y' know." She yawned then, long and tired. Realization dawned upon me then.
"You've been up - OUT - the whole night, haven't you?"
She glared at me, and I knew I was right. "Announce it t't'whole world, won' y'?"
"Why were you gone? Where?"
Cathryne rolled her eyes. "Y'think I'm going t'tell y'tha'?"
Yes. "No, but I have the alternative of telling the Professor." God, THAT sounded so childish. 'I'm telllling!'
The winged girl rolled her eyes again. "Y' mom never warned y'bout tattling? How quaint, especially since y'manners ain' tha' great either. Didn' do a good job, did she?"
A chill went down my spine. "Don't you DARE bring my mother into this."
"A bit t'late, no?" She smirked, and anger struck me straight on. "Wha's t' matter? Y' mom abandon y' at birth? Even know who - "
I never gave her a chance to finish. Or maybe she did, but I was too caught up in the moment to listen to her. Instead, I rose to my feet, and willed the stone bench I had been sitting on into the air behind me. Cathryne's smirk became a weak grin when she saw it floating, and she began backing away slowly from me.
"Hey look, I didn' mean wha' I said..."
"LIAR!" In my wrath, the stone flew in her direction, and she was barely able to dodge aside. Instead, it crashed into a nearby wall, splintering into a million pieces (both the wall and the bench). Cathryne shot me a look that I would have classified as fright, and took to the sky, even as I spotted another bench. Grimly willing it to rise, taking aim even as my head began throbbing with the beginnings of a headache, I was ready to throw it at an air-borned Cathryne when a hand clamped on my wrist. My concentration shattered, as did the bench (which fell from my telekinetic grasp - I think it was obvious I had been playing with my TK, right?), and I whirled around...to encounter familiar eyes.
"What the heck do you think you're doing, Kelsey?" He said rather incredulously, and I glowered at him, trying to ignore the fast-developing migraine.
"What does it look like I'm trying to do?" I retorted, struggling to get free. Imposing my will upon the jagged shards of stone on the ground, I began flinging them at her in a pathetic attempt to hurt that fricking -
His grip tightened, killing my concentration once again. Migraine settled, and I winced. "Trying to kill her?"
"You're so smart," I answered sulkily, and once more willed the pieces of stone to rise. They did so rather wobbily.
He shook my arm, destroying my concentration AGAIN. He just rose on my to-kill list to NUMBER ONE.
"Why? What did she do to you?" He persisted, and I rounded on him.
"What did she do to me? WHAT did she DO to me? That - that winged b - she just insulted my MOTHER, and you're asking WHAT SHE DID TO ME?" I spun on Cathryne and pointed an accusing finger at her, who cowered back as if I could incinerate her just by sticking my finger in her direction. Yeah right. I wish.
"Do YOU have a mother?" I felt myself snarl out, and Cathryne nodded almost timidly. "Well GUESS what, Parri. I DON'T FRIGGING HAVE ONE!" I knew I was shouting by this time, but hey, it's not my fault I was over-reacting. I WARNED her not to drag my mother into our argument. Plus I hadn't had coffee yet. Too early in the morning.
"My MOTHER, the one who never taught me my MANNERS, as YOU SO SAID, ABANDONED me when I was NINE, following my father's FUNERAL. I BET that sort of thing never happened to you, huh, Parri?" She shrank back even though I was at least ten metres away from her, shaking her head vigorously. "I thought not. My MOTHER left me with my BROTHER - who, incidentally, wants me DEAD - and it has been SEVEN YEARS since I last spoke to her." I paused for breath, feeling something warm prickling at the corners of my eyes, and remembered the migraine abruptly. That's when I realized the quietness. The absolute, dead silence that, when I looked around, belonged to just about the entire household, half of whom were leaning out their windows in shock and sleepily, while the other half was in front of the mansion door. All ofthem were staring at me.
"Chere," The crimson-eyed guy - Gambit/Remy - spoke, his arm around the emerald-eyed woman's waist - Rouge? No, Rogue. "I know y' probably aren't dat happy right now, but some of us are trying t' sleep, y' know." He didn't look too happy when he said that. Come to think of it, no one seemed happy.
Great. Now the entire household probably hated me.
The Professor wheeled his way to the front, and he too (what surprise) didn't look too happy. "My office, you three. NOW." Three? Oh yeah, three - Parri, me, and the guy who was still holding on to my arm.
"You can let go now," I snapped, and he immediately released his hold on me, blinking. As I stalked towards the mansion entrance, the gathered crowd of people parted, allowing me to get through. My head was pounding terribly by now.
And of course, Bobby Drake JUST had to voice his thoughts.
"Is she PMSing or something?"
WHAT!
Spinning on my left leg, which nearly gave way under the sudden strain, my hand formed into a fist on its own accord, and found its way to his jaw. He went down, and I smiled grimly.
With as much dignity as I could muster, I began limping to the entrance. Someone behind me - I think it was Mr. Cyclops or something - must have noticed the oh-so-noticeable limp, for aloud he said, "What's wrong with your left foot, Kelsey?"
"Nothing." I replied defensively, even as I winced and entered the mansion. I heard someone cough out something that sounded like "anger management" and I sighed as the door closed behind me.
Life wasn't going too good, I decided, trudging towards the Professor's office.
I should write a book. Get it published...
...nah. Knowing my luck, I'd probably get sued by some famous writer in the end.
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Zurizip: Jubilee's powers are plasma fireworks, and Gambit's powers enable him to charge up objects with kinetic energy. Something like that, I think. I hope I've helped you...=)
LEM: Thank you. Keep on reviewing and I'll keep on writing,
MidnightRebel: Glad to hear you like it. =) I enjoy your story lots as well, so please keep writing!
2 lazy 2 sign in: Don't worry. I won't make her too powerful. She has flaws, and if you want to find out, please keep reading...
rose @---: Don't worry. I'll keep writing (if you think I should).
ExternalTwin: Thanks, and I'll cut back on the cussing.
A/N: Sorry that this chapter took so long, people...with school and all going on, it's really stressful. As well, a writer's block ambushed me. This was just about what happened...
"AHHH! DIE! DIE!" *insert maniacal laughter here*
Ahem.
Please keep reviewing if you think I should keep writing.
(And thanks to those who had reviewed earlier.)