A/N: Sorry, guys, I'd give you an estimate of how long this would be if I
knew...which I don't. The only thing I know is I have like 6 CDs I'm
listening to today (including the KP soundtrack and Evanescence's "Fallen")
and Diet Sunkist to fuel me. I hope you really like this chapter!
Like Mother, Like Daughter
Michelle Mankey looked very much like her mother, except for the fact that her hair was longer and she favored wearing it up with an orange and blue hair clip. She was born with emerald-green eyes, which were lately more electrifying than her mother's. She put on some purple leather gloves and flared her hands, a purple flame erupting from them as vibrant as her eyes. She walked into the garage and over to the wall, pulling back some tarp. What was revealed was utterly amazing.
It was a purple hoverboard with an orange lightning bolt on it. Etched near the lightning bolt were two initials that seemed to be carved by claws: SL. This must have been her mother's hoverboard when she was 16. Michelle dusted off the engine and pressed a button on the console. The hoverboard roared to life. "Yes!" The teenager exclaimed. She hopped aboard and sailed through the open garage door.
Syd was in the worst possible mess she could be in at that moment. She was left defenseless and she was probably going to die. She didn't want to die, not yet at least. She had a mission to do, and she wasn't about to give up. She had too much to do, she had a family, she wouldn't die yet. She remembered another time when she was nineteen, Michelle was not quite two years of age yet, and Syd was pregnant with her second child. They were trying to outrun a pair of malicious clones.
"Run, Michelle!" Syd ordered.
"I'm trying, Mommy!" The toddler said nothing more at this moment, as they had rounded a corner and were trying to shake off the clones. Syd held her breath as the clones, which were holding snipers, marched past. "Hold on," One of the clones said. "I think we passed them." Syd shut her eyes, knowing the worst was about to come. She prayed silently, fearing for her daughter's safety. "Michelle, listen. If I don't make it, I want you to know that I love you very much and wanted to keep you safe, okay?"
"O-okay, Mommy." The small girl mouthed. Syd hugged her daughter and set off toward the clone. There was the sound of a gunshot. "MOMMY!" Michelle screamed, terrified. Syd walked up. "Yeah?"
"Mommy! You're alive!" The small girl exclaimed and hugged her mother.
"Yeah, I'm fine..."
"Not for long, Sydney," A clone sneered, hitting Syd in the back of her neck with a gun's butt.
Michelle sighed, remembering those events. Someone normally wouldn't have the memory span, but those events had long sense been memorized as those were signs of her mother's bravery. It wasn't just her mother, it was her aunt, too.
The hoverboard Michelle rode on has the ability to transport anyone in just over a nanosecond when given the chance to lock into hyperdrive. However, there were consequences, scientific consequences that could be paid if one was not careful enough. Although this was unlikely, Michelle couldn't take any chances. Time was certainly not on her side, either, so she had to hurry if she was going to make it.
Back in the lair, Syd was nearly losing consciousness. She knew she wouldn't die, though. She had to hang on...
If she could just hang on...
Like Mother, Like Daughter
Michelle Mankey looked very much like her mother, except for the fact that her hair was longer and she favored wearing it up with an orange and blue hair clip. She was born with emerald-green eyes, which were lately more electrifying than her mother's. She put on some purple leather gloves and flared her hands, a purple flame erupting from them as vibrant as her eyes. She walked into the garage and over to the wall, pulling back some tarp. What was revealed was utterly amazing.
It was a purple hoverboard with an orange lightning bolt on it. Etched near the lightning bolt were two initials that seemed to be carved by claws: SL. This must have been her mother's hoverboard when she was 16. Michelle dusted off the engine and pressed a button on the console. The hoverboard roared to life. "Yes!" The teenager exclaimed. She hopped aboard and sailed through the open garage door.
Syd was in the worst possible mess she could be in at that moment. She was left defenseless and she was probably going to die. She didn't want to die, not yet at least. She had a mission to do, and she wasn't about to give up. She had too much to do, she had a family, she wouldn't die yet. She remembered another time when she was nineteen, Michelle was not quite two years of age yet, and Syd was pregnant with her second child. They were trying to outrun a pair of malicious clones.
"Run, Michelle!" Syd ordered.
"I'm trying, Mommy!" The toddler said nothing more at this moment, as they had rounded a corner and were trying to shake off the clones. Syd held her breath as the clones, which were holding snipers, marched past. "Hold on," One of the clones said. "I think we passed them." Syd shut her eyes, knowing the worst was about to come. She prayed silently, fearing for her daughter's safety. "Michelle, listen. If I don't make it, I want you to know that I love you very much and wanted to keep you safe, okay?"
"O-okay, Mommy." The small girl mouthed. Syd hugged her daughter and set off toward the clone. There was the sound of a gunshot. "MOMMY!" Michelle screamed, terrified. Syd walked up. "Yeah?"
"Mommy! You're alive!" The small girl exclaimed and hugged her mother.
"Yeah, I'm fine..."
"Not for long, Sydney," A clone sneered, hitting Syd in the back of her neck with a gun's butt.
Michelle sighed, remembering those events. Someone normally wouldn't have the memory span, but those events had long sense been memorized as those were signs of her mother's bravery. It wasn't just her mother, it was her aunt, too.
The hoverboard Michelle rode on has the ability to transport anyone in just over a nanosecond when given the chance to lock into hyperdrive. However, there were consequences, scientific consequences that could be paid if one was not careful enough. Although this was unlikely, Michelle couldn't take any chances. Time was certainly not on her side, either, so she had to hurry if she was going to make it.
Back in the lair, Syd was nearly losing consciousness. She knew she wouldn't die, though. She had to hang on...
If she could just hang on...
