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In memories ''= quotations, + **= thoughts
Chapter Four-Silvered Shadows
'Kitten.' He whispered. Gentle silver bangs cascading over his stormy eyes. Voice deep and husky. 'Kitten.' In his dark black leather duster, setting his sterling silver dipped hair alight in the soft sunlight. Cascading torrential eyes of hurricanes roved her face as they drank in her innocent aura. In the slowly fading light he seemed a dark angel. Her dark angel. *NO! No!* Shrieks her mind. *He's the enemy* was he her enemy? Truly, did he really want to hurt her? *Yes! Yes!* the harsh voice whispered, cutting through the mist that wafted through her mind. *He'll hurt you! He'll KILL you!* Unsure of who to believe she sought refuge in the slowly fading light. The sun dips in the brilliant blue, painting a light red across the horizon, clouded by thousands of green leaves mottled by branches of light and deep browns. Gently rays of gold pass through the patchwork of deep emerald leaves, caressing the figures below them. Warming them. The clouds are the softest and fluffiest she'd seen. He was there. 'Kitten.' Whispering on the winds that tumbled gently over her face. Resting on a tiny hill, much like a small ocean swell, back relaxing against soft springy grass. Laughing as the clouds go by. 'Pretty as a picture.' 'You like think so?' Her head tilted inquisitively. Big blue eyes widening. Brown hair flopping to one side, bouncing up and down in its trademark ponytail. Innocence threaded throughout her creamy skin. Frost touched, rose colored lips parted slightly. He reached out, a single finger trailing her smooth skin. A soft blush stroked her cheeks. He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling beneath humorous silver brows. Gazing at her, murmuring. 'Definitely.' 'It like is beautiful.' With a sigh almost inaudible, eyes fixed upon the sky, and a teensy giggle, 'I wish it was like this beautiful every day.' 'I think you're this beautiful every day.' Brilliant rose red erupted against her lightly tanned skin. 'Pietro!' She shrieked, rolling away. 'How...could you like say...that?' Rubbing a piece of grass between his thumb and forefinger, a wistful smile on his face. 'It's true Kitten.' 'You're just trying to like sweet talk me!' 'Is that what you think?' he laughed softly, 'That I'm trying to seduce you Kitten?' The caressing tone he gave the word "kitten", sent shivers through her. Like she belonged to him alone. Fingers trembling she clutched her burning face. 'No! I like should go.' 'Just one moment.' Kitty turned, eyes blinded for a moment by brilliant white light. He lowered the camera and grinning as she hurriedly rose to her knees. 'One more thing.' He leaned forward. One hand slipping around the back of her neck and pulling her mouth to his. Lips meeting, swept away in a taste of wild Arabian deserts. Then it was over as soon as it began. Numbly Kitty stumbled away in a daze, Pietro's smile fixed on his lips.
On opposite ends of the city two young people were jerked awake. Bodies soaked in sweat and faces drenched in tears. The girl, eyes always the hard icy blue reverts to the innocent baby blue, caught in a frightened trance. She clutches her knees to her face, like the tiny child that hides from the terrible nightmare. Large drops trickle down her face. The man, angelic seductive face twisted in pain, bare chest gleams in the drifting moonlight. Strikes the already dented windowsill until his knuckles are raw and bloody. The pain left unnoticed he grabs the closest object. Hurling it against the nearest wall, an unnatural dark animal keening rises from his throat. The object leaves long cracks that crumble in the plaster, a crater like those left by the nuclear weapons. Haunting memories shaken awake by troublesome memories, rise like the biting fish to the wriggling worm. Wiping their faces they stand wandering to the window. To stare upon the moon that covers them both in it's watchful sight.
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On the floor below, one room over, two frightened roommates clung to one another for support. Their room could barely be called a "room". More rightly known as the Pigsty, it was cluttered with old magazines, unwashed clothes, and two cots covered with the clinging stench of overripe garbage. A long rope hung over their heads, from which hung the drying laundry. Only one or two shirts and pants could be seen drying.(the rest were on the floor) Even the walls carried big dirty stains. The reminded anyone and everyone who came into the room of puke. The smell alone could induce a barf fest. Large swarms of every species of fly hung like a drifting misty storm cloud over their heads. Still the two inhabitants called this mud hole home. And right now they were terrified.
"Yo, Blob. What do you thinks wrong with Speedy." Toad whispered, his hands clutch at the edges of his cot. In the pale light he appears as a ghost, hair and face covered by the white dust shaken from the plaster. Again the dust covers him as the ceiling shakes, again, and again, until long pointed pieces begin dropping from the cracks in the plaster. "Do you think we should tell 'im ta shut up, yo?"
Blob shakes his head, "I don't think so. I wouldn't want to be up there right now." The floor rumbles as he shifts in the bed, covering his head with a pillow. Shaking as the enraged roars begin again. "He sounds awful mad." Toad clung, bed sheets wrapped around him. They seemed to hugging him for support. Toad's hair was sprawled around his big yellow eyes. Chestnut curls standing out against bleached skin.
"Well, aren't you two just so observant." The door banged open and a voice dripping with sarcasm filled the room. As their leader Avalanche stood before them. Once, years ago he'd been known as Lance Alvers. He no longer resembled that boy. He'd grown over the years, large shoulders revealed a barrel chest, well defined abs complementing a rather thin waist. Large hands extended from long arms. He was tall, reaching six foot five, soft hair of dark brown like the mud struck by golden sunlight cascaded down to his shoulders. Little curlicues stuck out innocently from his mop. Revealing a strong jaw and thin lips. He would have been handsome, but for his eyes, hardened from the passage of time and experience. They were dark and brooding, sparking sinisterly in the shadowy light. Crafty. And his expression always seemed curled into a cruel and condescending sneer. His expression did not echo the boy that had been, only in the past had his eyes, those dark cocky eyes, predicted the man to come. There was not even an echo of Lance Alvers in Avalanche, he refused to remember the boy, and thus he'd sacrificed his soul. And now he was unredeemable. A man caught in blood lust, and drunk on evil and cruelty. "Why don't one of you cowards go shut him up!" He snarled angrily, pointing towards the stained and crater filled door. "So I can get some sleep." The two shivering masses of mutants did not move. Toad piped up. "Yo, Speedy'd kill us. Why don't you go."
Avalanche moved swiftly, hoisting Toad from his refuge by the collar, he delivered five quick blows to Toad's stomach. Toad sucked in his breath, doubling over as Avalanche dropped him, clutching his chest. "Never talk back to me!" He growled, his face hovering in front of Toad's. "You lackeys are lucky I even keep you around."
"'Cause no one else'll take your abuse." Blob muttered. His large finger swirling the sheets.
"What was that Blob?" Avalanche snapped.
"Nothin'."
"Good! Keep it that way." He growled. "Get going Toad."
Toad headed out muttering something about tyrants and unfairness, he received a sharp kick from Avalanche. Clutching his rump, he hopped up the stairs. Wiping the blood as it dripped from his nose. _________ Sorry Avalanche fans, I figured this was how Avalanche would turn out if there was no one to check him. Flame me if you want, I personally am not going to change him. Until next time...Bye!
'Kitten.' He whispered. Gentle silver bangs cascading over his stormy eyes. Voice deep and husky. 'Kitten.' In his dark black leather duster, setting his sterling silver dipped hair alight in the soft sunlight. Cascading torrential eyes of hurricanes roved her face as they drank in her innocent aura. In the slowly fading light he seemed a dark angel. Her dark angel. *NO! No!* Shrieks her mind. *He's the enemy* was he her enemy? Truly, did he really want to hurt her? *Yes! Yes!* the harsh voice whispered, cutting through the mist that wafted through her mind. *He'll hurt you! He'll KILL you!* Unsure of who to believe she sought refuge in the slowly fading light. The sun dips in the brilliant blue, painting a light red across the horizon, clouded by thousands of green leaves mottled by branches of light and deep browns. Gently rays of gold pass through the patchwork of deep emerald leaves, caressing the figures below them. Warming them. The clouds are the softest and fluffiest she'd seen. He was there. 'Kitten.' Whispering on the winds that tumbled gently over her face. Resting on a tiny hill, much like a small ocean swell, back relaxing against soft springy grass. Laughing as the clouds go by. 'Pretty as a picture.' 'You like think so?' Her head tilted inquisitively. Big blue eyes widening. Brown hair flopping to one side, bouncing up and down in its trademark ponytail. Innocence threaded throughout her creamy skin. Frost touched, rose colored lips parted slightly. He reached out, a single finger trailing her smooth skin. A soft blush stroked her cheeks. He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling beneath humorous silver brows. Gazing at her, murmuring. 'Definitely.' 'It like is beautiful.' With a sigh almost inaudible, eyes fixed upon the sky, and a teensy giggle, 'I wish it was like this beautiful every day.' 'I think you're this beautiful every day.' Brilliant rose red erupted against her lightly tanned skin. 'Pietro!' She shrieked, rolling away. 'How...could you like say...that?' Rubbing a piece of grass between his thumb and forefinger, a wistful smile on his face. 'It's true Kitten.' 'You're just trying to like sweet talk me!' 'Is that what you think?' he laughed softly, 'That I'm trying to seduce you Kitten?' The caressing tone he gave the word "kitten", sent shivers through her. Like she belonged to him alone. Fingers trembling she clutched her burning face. 'No! I like should go.' 'Just one moment.' Kitty turned, eyes blinded for a moment by brilliant white light. He lowered the camera and grinning as she hurriedly rose to her knees. 'One more thing.' He leaned forward. One hand slipping around the back of her neck and pulling her mouth to his. Lips meeting, swept away in a taste of wild Arabian deserts. Then it was over as soon as it began. Numbly Kitty stumbled away in a daze, Pietro's smile fixed on his lips.
On opposite ends of the city two young people were jerked awake. Bodies soaked in sweat and faces drenched in tears. The girl, eyes always the hard icy blue reverts to the innocent baby blue, caught in a frightened trance. She clutches her knees to her face, like the tiny child that hides from the terrible nightmare. Large drops trickle down her face. The man, angelic seductive face twisted in pain, bare chest gleams in the drifting moonlight. Strikes the already dented windowsill until his knuckles are raw and bloody. The pain left unnoticed he grabs the closest object. Hurling it against the nearest wall, an unnatural dark animal keening rises from his throat. The object leaves long cracks that crumble in the plaster, a crater like those left by the nuclear weapons. Haunting memories shaken awake by troublesome memories, rise like the biting fish to the wriggling worm. Wiping their faces they stand wandering to the window. To stare upon the moon that covers them both in it's watchful sight.
~~~~~~~
On the floor below, one room over, two frightened roommates clung to one another for support. Their room could barely be called a "room". More rightly known as the Pigsty, it was cluttered with old magazines, unwashed clothes, and two cots covered with the clinging stench of overripe garbage. A long rope hung over their heads, from which hung the drying laundry. Only one or two shirts and pants could be seen drying.(the rest were on the floor) Even the walls carried big dirty stains. The reminded anyone and everyone who came into the room of puke. The smell alone could induce a barf fest. Large swarms of every species of fly hung like a drifting misty storm cloud over their heads. Still the two inhabitants called this mud hole home. And right now they were terrified.
"Yo, Blob. What do you thinks wrong with Speedy." Toad whispered, his hands clutch at the edges of his cot. In the pale light he appears as a ghost, hair and face covered by the white dust shaken from the plaster. Again the dust covers him as the ceiling shakes, again, and again, until long pointed pieces begin dropping from the cracks in the plaster. "Do you think we should tell 'im ta shut up, yo?"
Blob shakes his head, "I don't think so. I wouldn't want to be up there right now." The floor rumbles as he shifts in the bed, covering his head with a pillow. Shaking as the enraged roars begin again. "He sounds awful mad." Toad clung, bed sheets wrapped around him. They seemed to hugging him for support. Toad's hair was sprawled around his big yellow eyes. Chestnut curls standing out against bleached skin.
"Well, aren't you two just so observant." The door banged open and a voice dripping with sarcasm filled the room. As their leader Avalanche stood before them. Once, years ago he'd been known as Lance Alvers. He no longer resembled that boy. He'd grown over the years, large shoulders revealed a barrel chest, well defined abs complementing a rather thin waist. Large hands extended from long arms. He was tall, reaching six foot five, soft hair of dark brown like the mud struck by golden sunlight cascaded down to his shoulders. Little curlicues stuck out innocently from his mop. Revealing a strong jaw and thin lips. He would have been handsome, but for his eyes, hardened from the passage of time and experience. They were dark and brooding, sparking sinisterly in the shadowy light. Crafty. And his expression always seemed curled into a cruel and condescending sneer. His expression did not echo the boy that had been, only in the past had his eyes, those dark cocky eyes, predicted the man to come. There was not even an echo of Lance Alvers in Avalanche, he refused to remember the boy, and thus he'd sacrificed his soul. And now he was unredeemable. A man caught in blood lust, and drunk on evil and cruelty. "Why don't one of you cowards go shut him up!" He snarled angrily, pointing towards the stained and crater filled door. "So I can get some sleep." The two shivering masses of mutants did not move. Toad piped up. "Yo, Speedy'd kill us. Why don't you go."
Avalanche moved swiftly, hoisting Toad from his refuge by the collar, he delivered five quick blows to Toad's stomach. Toad sucked in his breath, doubling over as Avalanche dropped him, clutching his chest. "Never talk back to me!" He growled, his face hovering in front of Toad's. "You lackeys are lucky I even keep you around."
"'Cause no one else'll take your abuse." Blob muttered. His large finger swirling the sheets.
"What was that Blob?" Avalanche snapped.
"Nothin'."
"Good! Keep it that way." He growled. "Get going Toad."
Toad headed out muttering something about tyrants and unfairness, he received a sharp kick from Avalanche. Clutching his rump, he hopped up the stairs. Wiping the blood as it dripped from his nose. _________ Sorry Avalanche fans, I figured this was how Avalanche would turn out if there was no one to check him. Flame me if you want, I personally am not going to change him. Until next time...Bye!