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Thank you very much for your reviews! Sorry it has taken SO long to update, this was only going to be a one-chapter story, so I've had to write a second chapter for you all!
I'm about half-way through a third chapter, but I think it's really bad – would anyone like to beta-read it for me?
~~
Anastasia Who – I'm glad you enjoyed it, I hope this chapter will be as good. Please tell me if some things don't fit – this is sort of my first draft, I haven't really re-written it yet.
morph – Thank you very much, and I'm sorry it took so long to update! I'm thinking of developing the other characters as well as Sparks – was there anyone you liked a lot?
Lamby – Thank you! I try to keep my OC's believable – please tell me if it becomes too MarySue-ish.
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Chapter Two - See Ya Around
~~
"OMG, Tiffany, I can't believe you danced with that guy... He's, like, a total geek..."
As the sound of the girls' voices faded away, a crash could be heard from a cubicle in the girls' toilets of the Box.
Knocking away the rest of the glass with a nearby branch, Sparks jumped through the hole. The two of them had run out of money two days ago, and there was no way she was going to try another mugging. Checking her appearance in the mirror as she walked past, she glided onto the dance floor, looking for a likely candidate...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pyro gazed up at the club's sign, suddenly not so sure he wanted to do this. But, remembering the words he'd thrown in Bobby's face about the Iceman's 'All American Teenness', he knew he had to stay out all night, if only to prove his point.
Sneaking in round the back was not pleasant – somebody had obviously already found that too much fun can lead to vomit – yet he hadn't had the guts to steal money as well as sneak out, so this was the only option available.
As soon as he got inside, he felt better. This was 'Cocktail Night', with free drinks on offer, even if they did have dorky names like 'Sunrise' and 'Taste of the Tropics'. After downing a couple of these, he felt more confident even on the tiny drop of alcohol that was all the manager allowed in the freebies.
As he walked out onto the dance floor, he couldn't help but stop and stare at a girl just walking out from the girls room. He didn't know why he couldn't look away – she wasn't beautiful, with a nose too long to suit her face, and murky green-grey eyes – yet there was something about her that attracted him to her. She looked in his direction, caught his eye and grinned. That grin broke the spell, and he was able to glance away – but not for long. As he looked back at her, she began walking towards him. Before he had a chance to panic about what to say or what to do, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Wanna dance?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
This was easier than she'd thought! Within 5 seconds of being here, she'd already snared a victim, who was cute into the bargain. As they danced to the slow song that was playing, she slid her hand down his back and into his pocket. He opened his eyes to look at her – did he suspect she was a pickpocket? – so she quickly distracted his attention. With her free hand, she stroked his cheek, and leaned in for a kiss...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He was in heaven. This girl sure knew how to kiss! Not wanting it to end, he kissed her back, deeply. The sudden silence as the music cut made them both jump back, and his jaw fell in shock as he realised his dance partner was covered in tiny flames...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quicker to react than the boy, she was half-way to the door when the first cry of "MUTANT!" began. Already outside, she heard the fight start. Not sure why she didn't leave him to fend for himself, she leaned back in through the open door, grabbed his hand and pulled him after her. Within a few minutes, the drunken mob was completely lost, and she turned to face him now on the relative safety of the rooftops. Feeling obliged to honesty after that display, she reached into her jacket and handed him back the contents of his pockets.
"Sorry about that. I only wanted to pick your pocket. If I'd know it would have had quite such a... spectacular effect, believe me, I would have picked someone else..."
She walked over to the edge of the roof and swung onto the ladder. She looked at him, unsure of what to do next. She sighed. Why couldn't she just leave this guy alone? "Come on. I'll get you home."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pyro didn't know what to think. This had started out as just a night of fun, then an angry mob had chased him for three blocks. Now the girl who had caused the mob had just admitted to being a thief, but was now helping him. He jumped down from the ladder and, without even giving him chance to catch his breath, she had hailed a cab and shoved him into it. The guy in the drivers seat saw the girl and grinned. "Complimentary drive tonight?"
"Thanks Joe." Turning back to Pyro, she said, "He'll take you wherever you wanna go. My advice – go home. Go to bed and don't let your parents or whoever find out what went on tonight. People can be a bit funny about their kid getting chased by a mob..."
He grinned, but, as she leaned back out of the cab, he said, "Will I see you again?" then inwardly winced at how stupid that sounded – they hadn't exactly been on a date!
She laughed. "See ya around," she said, clicking her fingers at the cabby and slamming the door. It wasn't until after he'd been driven away that he realised she'd had a flame balancing on the end of her finger as she urged the driver on...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Scott sat up in bed in frustration. It was too hot! He couldn't sleep, not in this, so he gave up trying and decided a walk in the gardens might cool him down. He walked down the corridor towards the stairs when he heard a thump from above him. Now this had to be investigated...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sparks inwardly cursed when she slipped from the skylight into the loft. How was she to know the rain had made the frame impossible to hold onto? She brushed herself off, freezing when she saw a dark, shadowy figure at the doorway. Before she had a chance to react, he'd hit something on the wall and she was falling...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Scott hadn't hesitated when he'd seen the intruder in the loft. Xavier had just got these installed – time to try them out! He hit a button on the wall, which opened a hole in the floor, leading straight down to the lower levels...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It seemed she'd been falling down this cushioned tunnel forever... when the end finally appeared... back in the room she'd ended up in the first time she'd come in the mansion. Not again...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pyro looked up from the TV as Scott strode past. Wondering what was up, he followed the taller man. He slammed the opening mechanism for the lift, then looked up at Pyro. After a moment of deliberation, he jerked his head at the lift, a clear invitation for the boy to follow him.
The lift travelled down to the lower levels, and Pyro looked at Scott out of the corner of his eye. Scott gave him a sidelong glance and smiled ruefully. "You wanna know what's up?"
Pyro silently nodded his head. Scott kept it short and concise. "Intruder. Sent him down below. Gotta see what he is before we decide what to do. You might as well learn some more about the lower levels..."
Pyro grinned. At last, they'd stopped treating him like a little kid...
"Might stop you sneaking down there and breaking something."
Or maybe not.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They walked into a tiny, softly lit room. There was only one window, looking onto a white box room. A tiny figure was crumpled on the floor, but, as they watched, it picked itself up and brushed itself down. It was then he realised it was the girl from the other night. She removed her coat, obviously checking for injuries. He put his hand to the glass, and her head snapped up. She dropped the coat in a heap on the floor and slowly walked to the glass, looking puzzled. She put her hand to the glass where his hand was, yet didn't seem to recognise him or even see him. He looked at Scott. "Can she see me?"
Scott grinned, and Pyro saw him flick a switch marked 'Two-way system'. She suddenly jumped back, and Scott's grin widened. "Now she can."
The girl grinned and gave him a conspiratorial wink. Scott looked at the boy next to him. "Do you know her?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sparks looked up as the door hissed open, and smiled as the two mutants walked into the room. The taller of the two, wearing red shades walked straight up to her, confrontationally.
"Why were you here?" he demanded. As she couldn't be bothered to make up something, she told the truth. "Stealing."
"Why?"
"Hungry."
"Wait a sec... You're that street kid we had in a few days ago, aren't you? I thought you ran off with Snake?"
"Prison. Are you done?"
The man threw up his hands in disgust and walked out the door. She shrugged into her jacket and followed, whispering "Hey, hot stuff," on her way past to the boy from two nights ago. She stepped out of the door, seeing the guy with the shades waiting for her. She took a cigarette out of her pocket, placed it between her lips and clicked her fingers, causing a tiny flame to flare up on her thumb, which she used to light the fag.
Scott looked at the cigarette. "Looks like you've learnt some new tricks." She grinned and took a drag, exhaling the smoke in a long stream as they began the walk up to the Professor's office.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hello again, Edele. It's been, what, four days? You can't seem to keep away from us. Your forays seem to have been unsuccessful... what are you really here for?"
Upon seeing her glare, Xavier dismissed John and Scott with a look and turned back to the young girl with a question in his gaze.
She sighed. "Ok, so I came to see my kids. But, y'know, you've got decent stuff, I could easily hock it, and which idiot touched Clara?"
Turning to the large crack which encompassed most of the left wall, Professor Xavier gave a slight smile.
"Ah. That would be Mr. Summers. He gets on well with most children. He only steadied her when she was about to fall..."
"She's a powerful telekinetic who's powers were brought on by abuse. How'd you think she'd react?"
"Yes, we are aware of their history now. The eldest, Gizmo, filled us in. I must say, Silence is a fascinating case..."
A scream ripped the air. Sparks was already out the door before it ended. Professor Xavier reached the door to see her race up the stairs before she left his field of vision. He hurried to the elevator, wondering what on earth could be wrong...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Confused, Sparks paused in the corridor, unsure of where the scream had come from. A second scream broke her hesitation – still undecided on which room the screamer was, she began to throw open doors at random, searching until she found what she was looking for.
She stopped in the doorway, shocked at how quickly Silence's fit had escalated – she was never this bad! Running to the bed, she grabbed the girl's arms, trying to calm her, then almost dropping them again in disbelief – the arms were covered in the bruises caused by drugs injections. Stunned, she sat back, useless, as a hand was laid on the younger girl's forehead, and her spasms stilled. She looked up at the Professor, tears shining in her eyes. "Drugs..." she whispered. "That bastard gave her drugs..."
"He panicked..." Sparks jerked at the sound of the voice, and turned to face the speaker, Gizmo. "You weren't at home, and you can normally calm her down. I tried to stop him, but then he did this..." she held up an arm, showing a scar that reached from the base of her middle finger, and travelled over the back of her hand and up her arm. "He used glass so I couldn't fry him..."
"I'm going to kill him..."
Before the Professor could register any shock in the conviction of this statement, his attention was drawn back to the bed by a murmuring from Silence. "What? I thought she never spoke!"
Gizmo raised an eyebrow. "Hence the name. She only speaks when she predicts."
"Predicts?"
"It's her mutation," said Sparks. "She can see the future."
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What did you think?
Again, I'm REALLY sorry I took so long to update, I've had to think up a plot and stuff!
I really hope you like it, please review, and please tell me if anything is out of sync or doesn't fit.
If you like, you can e-mail me at ohhappyfair@hotmail.com
Thank you very much for your reviews! Sorry it has taken SO long to update, this was only going to be a one-chapter story, so I've had to write a second chapter for you all!
I'm about half-way through a third chapter, but I think it's really bad – would anyone like to beta-read it for me?
~~
Anastasia Who – I'm glad you enjoyed it, I hope this chapter will be as good. Please tell me if some things don't fit – this is sort of my first draft, I haven't really re-written it yet.
morph – Thank you very much, and I'm sorry it took so long to update! I'm thinking of developing the other characters as well as Sparks – was there anyone you liked a lot?
Lamby – Thank you! I try to keep my OC's believable – please tell me if it becomes too MarySue-ish.
~~
Chapter Two - See Ya Around
~~
"OMG, Tiffany, I can't believe you danced with that guy... He's, like, a total geek..."
As the sound of the girls' voices faded away, a crash could be heard from a cubicle in the girls' toilets of the Box.
Knocking away the rest of the glass with a nearby branch, Sparks jumped through the hole. The two of them had run out of money two days ago, and there was no way she was going to try another mugging. Checking her appearance in the mirror as she walked past, she glided onto the dance floor, looking for a likely candidate...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pyro gazed up at the club's sign, suddenly not so sure he wanted to do this. But, remembering the words he'd thrown in Bobby's face about the Iceman's 'All American Teenness', he knew he had to stay out all night, if only to prove his point.
Sneaking in round the back was not pleasant – somebody had obviously already found that too much fun can lead to vomit – yet he hadn't had the guts to steal money as well as sneak out, so this was the only option available.
As soon as he got inside, he felt better. This was 'Cocktail Night', with free drinks on offer, even if they did have dorky names like 'Sunrise' and 'Taste of the Tropics'. After downing a couple of these, he felt more confident even on the tiny drop of alcohol that was all the manager allowed in the freebies.
As he walked out onto the dance floor, he couldn't help but stop and stare at a girl just walking out from the girls room. He didn't know why he couldn't look away – she wasn't beautiful, with a nose too long to suit her face, and murky green-grey eyes – yet there was something about her that attracted him to her. She looked in his direction, caught his eye and grinned. That grin broke the spell, and he was able to glance away – but not for long. As he looked back at her, she began walking towards him. Before he had a chance to panic about what to say or what to do, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Wanna dance?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
This was easier than she'd thought! Within 5 seconds of being here, she'd already snared a victim, who was cute into the bargain. As they danced to the slow song that was playing, she slid her hand down his back and into his pocket. He opened his eyes to look at her – did he suspect she was a pickpocket? – so she quickly distracted his attention. With her free hand, she stroked his cheek, and leaned in for a kiss...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He was in heaven. This girl sure knew how to kiss! Not wanting it to end, he kissed her back, deeply. The sudden silence as the music cut made them both jump back, and his jaw fell in shock as he realised his dance partner was covered in tiny flames...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quicker to react than the boy, she was half-way to the door when the first cry of "MUTANT!" began. Already outside, she heard the fight start. Not sure why she didn't leave him to fend for himself, she leaned back in through the open door, grabbed his hand and pulled him after her. Within a few minutes, the drunken mob was completely lost, and she turned to face him now on the relative safety of the rooftops. Feeling obliged to honesty after that display, she reached into her jacket and handed him back the contents of his pockets.
"Sorry about that. I only wanted to pick your pocket. If I'd know it would have had quite such a... spectacular effect, believe me, I would have picked someone else..."
She walked over to the edge of the roof and swung onto the ladder. She looked at him, unsure of what to do next. She sighed. Why couldn't she just leave this guy alone? "Come on. I'll get you home."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pyro didn't know what to think. This had started out as just a night of fun, then an angry mob had chased him for three blocks. Now the girl who had caused the mob had just admitted to being a thief, but was now helping him. He jumped down from the ladder and, without even giving him chance to catch his breath, she had hailed a cab and shoved him into it. The guy in the drivers seat saw the girl and grinned. "Complimentary drive tonight?"
"Thanks Joe." Turning back to Pyro, she said, "He'll take you wherever you wanna go. My advice – go home. Go to bed and don't let your parents or whoever find out what went on tonight. People can be a bit funny about their kid getting chased by a mob..."
He grinned, but, as she leaned back out of the cab, he said, "Will I see you again?" then inwardly winced at how stupid that sounded – they hadn't exactly been on a date!
She laughed. "See ya around," she said, clicking her fingers at the cabby and slamming the door. It wasn't until after he'd been driven away that he realised she'd had a flame balancing on the end of her finger as she urged the driver on...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Scott sat up in bed in frustration. It was too hot! He couldn't sleep, not in this, so he gave up trying and decided a walk in the gardens might cool him down. He walked down the corridor towards the stairs when he heard a thump from above him. Now this had to be investigated...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sparks inwardly cursed when she slipped from the skylight into the loft. How was she to know the rain had made the frame impossible to hold onto? She brushed herself off, freezing when she saw a dark, shadowy figure at the doorway. Before she had a chance to react, he'd hit something on the wall and she was falling...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Scott hadn't hesitated when he'd seen the intruder in the loft. Xavier had just got these installed – time to try them out! He hit a button on the wall, which opened a hole in the floor, leading straight down to the lower levels...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It seemed she'd been falling down this cushioned tunnel forever... when the end finally appeared... back in the room she'd ended up in the first time she'd come in the mansion. Not again...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pyro looked up from the TV as Scott strode past. Wondering what was up, he followed the taller man. He slammed the opening mechanism for the lift, then looked up at Pyro. After a moment of deliberation, he jerked his head at the lift, a clear invitation for the boy to follow him.
The lift travelled down to the lower levels, and Pyro looked at Scott out of the corner of his eye. Scott gave him a sidelong glance and smiled ruefully. "You wanna know what's up?"
Pyro silently nodded his head. Scott kept it short and concise. "Intruder. Sent him down below. Gotta see what he is before we decide what to do. You might as well learn some more about the lower levels..."
Pyro grinned. At last, they'd stopped treating him like a little kid...
"Might stop you sneaking down there and breaking something."
Or maybe not.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They walked into a tiny, softly lit room. There was only one window, looking onto a white box room. A tiny figure was crumpled on the floor, but, as they watched, it picked itself up and brushed itself down. It was then he realised it was the girl from the other night. She removed her coat, obviously checking for injuries. He put his hand to the glass, and her head snapped up. She dropped the coat in a heap on the floor and slowly walked to the glass, looking puzzled. She put her hand to the glass where his hand was, yet didn't seem to recognise him or even see him. He looked at Scott. "Can she see me?"
Scott grinned, and Pyro saw him flick a switch marked 'Two-way system'. She suddenly jumped back, and Scott's grin widened. "Now she can."
The girl grinned and gave him a conspiratorial wink. Scott looked at the boy next to him. "Do you know her?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sparks looked up as the door hissed open, and smiled as the two mutants walked into the room. The taller of the two, wearing red shades walked straight up to her, confrontationally.
"Why were you here?" he demanded. As she couldn't be bothered to make up something, she told the truth. "Stealing."
"Why?"
"Hungry."
"Wait a sec... You're that street kid we had in a few days ago, aren't you? I thought you ran off with Snake?"
"Prison. Are you done?"
The man threw up his hands in disgust and walked out the door. She shrugged into her jacket and followed, whispering "Hey, hot stuff," on her way past to the boy from two nights ago. She stepped out of the door, seeing the guy with the shades waiting for her. She took a cigarette out of her pocket, placed it between her lips and clicked her fingers, causing a tiny flame to flare up on her thumb, which she used to light the fag.
Scott looked at the cigarette. "Looks like you've learnt some new tricks." She grinned and took a drag, exhaling the smoke in a long stream as they began the walk up to the Professor's office.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hello again, Edele. It's been, what, four days? You can't seem to keep away from us. Your forays seem to have been unsuccessful... what are you really here for?"
Upon seeing her glare, Xavier dismissed John and Scott with a look and turned back to the young girl with a question in his gaze.
She sighed. "Ok, so I came to see my kids. But, y'know, you've got decent stuff, I could easily hock it, and which idiot touched Clara?"
Turning to the large crack which encompassed most of the left wall, Professor Xavier gave a slight smile.
"Ah. That would be Mr. Summers. He gets on well with most children. He only steadied her when she was about to fall..."
"She's a powerful telekinetic who's powers were brought on by abuse. How'd you think she'd react?"
"Yes, we are aware of their history now. The eldest, Gizmo, filled us in. I must say, Silence is a fascinating case..."
A scream ripped the air. Sparks was already out the door before it ended. Professor Xavier reached the door to see her race up the stairs before she left his field of vision. He hurried to the elevator, wondering what on earth could be wrong...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Confused, Sparks paused in the corridor, unsure of where the scream had come from. A second scream broke her hesitation – still undecided on which room the screamer was, she began to throw open doors at random, searching until she found what she was looking for.
She stopped in the doorway, shocked at how quickly Silence's fit had escalated – she was never this bad! Running to the bed, she grabbed the girl's arms, trying to calm her, then almost dropping them again in disbelief – the arms were covered in the bruises caused by drugs injections. Stunned, she sat back, useless, as a hand was laid on the younger girl's forehead, and her spasms stilled. She looked up at the Professor, tears shining in her eyes. "Drugs..." she whispered. "That bastard gave her drugs..."
"He panicked..." Sparks jerked at the sound of the voice, and turned to face the speaker, Gizmo. "You weren't at home, and you can normally calm her down. I tried to stop him, but then he did this..." she held up an arm, showing a scar that reached from the base of her middle finger, and travelled over the back of her hand and up her arm. "He used glass so I couldn't fry him..."
"I'm going to kill him..."
Before the Professor could register any shock in the conviction of this statement, his attention was drawn back to the bed by a murmuring from Silence. "What? I thought she never spoke!"
Gizmo raised an eyebrow. "Hence the name. She only speaks when she predicts."
"Predicts?"
"It's her mutation," said Sparks. "She can see the future."
~~
What did you think?
Again, I'm REALLY sorry I took so long to update, I've had to think up a plot and stuff!
I really hope you like it, please review, and please tell me if anything is out of sync or doesn't fit.
If you like, you can e-mail me at ohhappyfair@hotmail.com