Hello All.
And how is everyone today or tonight or this morning or this noon or whenever you're reading this? I'm ok, except that I got my first flame yesterday. IT was really quite shocking and very mean. Never gotten one before, so you know how that is. *sighs* Anyway, I'm ok now.
E.E: Hello, Dear Friend. Why have you not updated? Why have you not reviewed? Why have I not heard form you in AGES? You ARE alive, correct? Lol. Anyway, hello! I hope you're ok. ;-)
QOTEC: Hello, Dear Qotec. I just LOVE that. It's fun to say. Qotec. Qotec. Qotec. Sounds almost Elvish ;-). Sorry you were confused before. Did you read the improved version of chapter 3? Otherwise, you'll be TOTALLY lost here, lol. Thanx for the review!
Miss Lurv: *blush* How kind. You've reviewed EVERY single one of my stories! You're SO sweet! Ok. You're not stupid. You're very bright, in fact. Therefore, I will give you a phrase describing Reagan's powers: She can make anyone taste, see, smell, feel, or hear anything she wants. She can place illusions in their minds. Like, if you were standing in a room, she could use her powers to make it seem as though the floor beneath you just fell apart, or the ceiling collapsed, or a ten-foot version of Barney just strolled in (EEK!) Pretty creepy huh? *shudders* OKOK! I have the chapter up, just QUIT SHARPENING THE AX! Cripes, woman! You're like Miss Reagan in that regard, do you know that? *grins*
Ok, everyone. Now, before you continue, GO BACK TO CAHPTER THREE AND READ THE RENEWED VERSION IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY! OTHERWISE YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTANMD THIS! Ok. So, after you're all donme with that, go ahead and read on!
Chapter 4
School is not something most teenagers enjoy.
In fact, school has been equalized to a torturous hellhole by some students.
It is not hard to see why children feel this way, because of what they are forced to undergo during the school year.
They are forced to drag themselves out of bed at dawn, pick out a decent outfit for the day, hurriedly get ready, rush through or skip breakfast, and then walk through all kinds of weather to the bus stop.
And that's just the hours before school.
Once the kids actually reach the building, they are shuffled through packed hallways where the ignore intense claustrophobic conditions and the loud babble of fellow students as they try to retrieve dozens of textbooks written to bore the reader that they are forced to smash into a tiny foot- tall locker.
Then come the classes, in which they are forced to answer impossibly hard questions or ridiculously stupid remarks made by the teacher, or even read a self-written report while being humiliated in front of their peers.
Lunch is questioned as garbage mildew, gym is a nightmare in and of itself, and even breaks are rushed and hectic as branded kids race form bullies or cliques.
School is a torturous hellhole for some children.
In some way or another, teens are forced to confront something they hate for five days a week, nine months out of the year.
Whether it be tight spaces, starvation, bullies, work, stress, or something else, everyone has found something they hate about school.
For Twilight, it was the other students.
She was teased mercilessly for her 'weirdness', branded as an outcast and 'teacher's pet'; worse, 'the teacher's precious daughter'. As she walked down the halls for her class, kids tripped her, bumped her, shoved her, and made snide remarks, only laughing when tears formed in her eyes.
One day, it just took its toll a little harder than usual.
The day started alright, as Twilight woke on time and was able to get ready in mere minutes; trouble started after breakfast.
As she walked down the halls to her locker, heavy backpack swung over her shoulders, a boy she passed roughly toppled into her, apologizing with a sneer and walking on as she crashed into the wall.
Twilight rolled her eyes, adjusting her backpack and reaching her locker in time to see that someone had scratched out her name and had written various other 'titles':
Scum Wimp Outcast Teacher's Pet Mommy's Girl Queer Loser Worthless
The list went on, But Twilight instantly opened her door, trying hard to ignore the sting of hurt she felt.
After grabbing an armful of books and managing to close her locker door, she found a group of girls nearby, snickering and whispering.
She just shook her head as she passed them, swallowing back tears as one of them hissed, "Prep."
As Twilight made it to Scott's class, she collapsed in her chair, breathing heavily, looking away as her teacher and the rest of the student's filed in.
The rest of the day was spent as usual, passing by kids that jeered and jiggered when she walked by, sitting alone in the lunch room, occasionally getting books knocked form her arms and having to stoop down to get them.
Finally, just before Storm's class started, Twilight snapped.
After getting her books knocked away form her and being shoved to the floor, Twilight was already on the verge of tears.
It didn't help when a small crowd gathered and watched as she tried to pick up her books while some boys flicked the back of her head and tugged on her hair.
When she did finally collect her books, she got to her feet and was tripped.
She felt her sadness start to melt away into a pool of rage, but she held her temper back, trying to remain calm, like Storm.
One of the girls kneeled by her and snatched up a paper she'd worked on the night before.
The teen read it and smirked, "Another A, looks like. But, wait."
She paused, staring at the sheet in her hand.
Twilight reached her hand out for it, breathing hard with anger.
".I don't think Miss Monroe can accept this. You spelled 'confederation' with an 'a' instead of an 'o'."
She lowered the page down slightly so Twilight could see.
Then, as Twilight watched in horror, she tore the sheet in half, and then again, tossing it at her stunned prey's face.
The crowd of kids laughed, and even more students appeared, drawn by the yelling.
Twilight gazed at the remains of her paper, the one she'd worked for hours on, the one that counted for half of her semester grade.
Tears never even came.
She didn't cry, or scream, or even whimper.
She simply looked up at the girl, and then lunged at her, a rage like she'd never known flowing through her body.
The kids were stunned as she tackled the girl down, clutching a handful of her hair in one hand and using her free fist to punch.
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" she shrieked, shaking the girl lividly, "I HATE YOU!"
"Hey, stop!" the girl's boyfriend said, reaching down to push Twilight off.
He fell back as she gave him a blow to the gut, turning her attention to the teenager under her.
"Someone get a teacher!" a child yelled.
No one could move.
They simply yelled at Twilight to stop or else cheered her on, wincing as she went into a frenzy of punches that always landed on target.
Twilight had never felt so angry before.
She was boiling hot, tears streaming down her cheeks, profanity rolling smoothly from her lips as she slammed the girl's head into the floor.
Of course the other female tried to fight back; Twilight earned herself a split lip and a bloody nose, but she was much better off then her victim.
Then she heard Ororo's voice, yelling at her to stop, calling for help.
Then several pairs of strong hands grabbed her arms and hauled her, screaming, through the crowd.
She flailed wrathfully as she was dragged away from the group, screaming back at the girl, "I HATE YOU YOU'RE UGLY I'M NOT I'LL KILL YOU YOU STUPID WITCH!"
Ororo grabbed her shoulders, shaking her and trying to hold her fists down as she shouted, "TWILIGHT! STOP IT!"
Twilight collapsed, wailing, in Storm's arms, muscles still tense with fury, body completely spent.
Ororo held her tightly to her chest, looking up at Logan and Bobby and shaking her head sadly.
"It's not fair," Twilight whimpered, "It's not fair."
"I know, I know.please clam down, Honey.it's ok."
"No, it's not! It'll never be ok!"
Twilight pushed away from Storm, struggling to get away, fresh tears falling fomr her eyes.
"Twilight-"
"NO! Lemme go! LET GO!"
As soon as she was free, Twilight raced down the halls, shoving past stunned kids as she stumbled for the door.
"TWILIGHT!" Storm yelled, starting to go after her.
Rogue, who had appeared just moments ago, stopped her, "Let me go."
Ororo slowly nodded, watching the young woman race after Twilight.
Logan, with clenched teeth and flashing eyes, turned to the students assembled before him, "I'd seriously suggest you get to your rooms, Kids."
No one needed telling twice.
"Hi."
Twilight looked up, face a mask of hurt, "Hi, Marie."
Rogue sat on the rim of the fountain next to Twilight, dazedly trailing her fingers through the water.
Neither one of them said anything for a while, simply running their hands through the water and listening to it gurgle on the stone bottom.
Eventually, though, Rogue glanced up and softly said, "You're bleedin.
Twilight shrugged, sniffling, "I know."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
Twilight shook her head.
Rogue sighed, running a hand through her hair, "Y'know, I know exactly how you feel."
Twilight scoffed, angrily swiping at her eyes, "Yea? How's that? You a teacher's pet too? You suddenly not popular?"
Rogue smiled wryly, "I didn't used to be. I was so scared when I firstcame her. Everyone was scared o' me, especially after I took Logan's power when I touched him."
Twilight looked up at her, clearly interested in her words.
"The kids didn't really forgive me for that one, and after a while, it got to the point that I let their words rule me, an' I ran away."
Twilight nodded, glancing into the water, "That's when Magneto got you."
"Yea, it is. See, I let their dumb beliefs control me, and it made my life Hell. I mean, of course there's a part of you that they can really tear down with their words and actions, but they can never completely control you, Amme. Never."
Rogue gently lifted Twilight's chin up with her gloved hand, "You can't let what they say affect you so much, or you'll never be happy. You'll just keep hatin' yourself and hatin' yourself, and eventually you'll snap, even more then you did today."
Twilight swallowed, "That'd be scary."
"Yea it would. You know, I've never really beaten anyone up before, but I've felt the rage someone feels when they do. After I acquired Logan's powers, I got a little oh his temper too, and I felt the anger he feels." Rogue shook her head, "Lemme tell you, I could definitely live without that again. IT was scary, how much it could just turn me into its puppet."
Twilight nodded in agreement, "Yea. That's what it was like. Like I was some puppet bein' controlled by anger."
"But you can't let that happen, Amme. If you do, life'll be Hell."
Twilight ran her hand under the water, thinking. Finally, she whispered, "And what am I supposed to do when they tease me? Ignore them?"
"Well, you can't really ignore them, can you? You can pretend to, but you never actually become deaf to their words. So, what I want you to do is run."
"Run?" Twilight looked up, confused, "To where?"
"To me. Run to me. Or to Storm. Or Logan. Whoever's closest, just run to them and tell them you're being teased. You were doing good, going down to the Danger Room to work out your anger."
"I guess today was just too much," Twilight mumbled, pushing her hair behind her ear, "I've got a lot of stress, what with the Brotherhood and all. You'd think those stupid kids would just leave me alone. Maybe it'd be better if the Brotherhood got me and killed me. Then I wouldn't be here to annoy everyone."
"Don't even think that way!" Rogue said, a little sharper than she intended too.
She softened her tone slightly and said, "It would be awful if you were taken. I know a lot of people here who just wouldn't be able to go on without you."
"Like who?"
"Like Storm, or Logan. All of the X-Men. Me included."
Twilight gazed at her, "Why you? You've got Bobby and Kitty."
"Who else could be my baby sister?"
Twilight smiled, eyes flicking to the fountain, "Thanks Rogue."
"You're welcome."
Twilight leaned forward and hugged her tightly, "You're the best big sis anyone could have."
"I try," Rogue laughed, embracing Twilight tightly.
After a minute, she took Twilight's hand and stood, "C'mon. We're late for history."
Toad had always been a follower.
For as long as he could remember, he was obeying orders, trailing behind others, listening to speeches, and never daring to toe the ever present 'line'.
He was simply comfortable as a faithful follower, always having someone else to look up to, never having to worry about taking the lead or bossing others around.
No, he preferred to simply stay in the shadows, never receiving glory, but simply knowing that he had been faithful to his master throughout whatever ordeal had occurred.
Now, as he waited impatiently in the stuffed and loud café for the waitress to return with his soda, he glanced over at his current 'leader' and grinned toothily, "Tonight's the night, eh?"
Reagan glanced up at him lazily from her menu, lips parting in a devilish semi-smile, "Yes."
"You gonna want me to carry her out for ya?"
Reagan shook her head, carelessly flipping a lock of her hair behind her ear, "No. I can handle her myself. How hard can it be? She's only a little girl."
Toad and Sabertooth both chuckled at that.
The waitress came then, bringing their drinks.
She set their cups down nervously, glancing from Toad, who was covered in black clothing and was wearing sunglasses, to Sabertooth, who was far too large to be a normal man and was wearing a hooded sweatshirt.
"Your.your drinks," she stated softly as she turned and walked stiffly away.
Reagan watched her go with growing disgust, "That little witch is going to tell her manager about us. She suspects you two."
Toad groaned, turning on Sabertooth angrily, "I told you we should've done drive-thru."
"Shut up, Swampwaste," Sabertooth growled.
"That's enough, both of you," Reagan snarled in a surprisingly commanding voice, "Just stay calm. If she gives us any trouble.we'll just snap her neck."
The two men laughed slightly as Reagan leaned back, satisfied with herself.
And how is everyone today or tonight or this morning or this noon or whenever you're reading this? I'm ok, except that I got my first flame yesterday. IT was really quite shocking and very mean. Never gotten one before, so you know how that is. *sighs* Anyway, I'm ok now.
E.E: Hello, Dear Friend. Why have you not updated? Why have you not reviewed? Why have I not heard form you in AGES? You ARE alive, correct? Lol. Anyway, hello! I hope you're ok. ;-)
QOTEC: Hello, Dear Qotec. I just LOVE that. It's fun to say. Qotec. Qotec. Qotec. Sounds almost Elvish ;-). Sorry you were confused before. Did you read the improved version of chapter 3? Otherwise, you'll be TOTALLY lost here, lol. Thanx for the review!
Miss Lurv: *blush* How kind. You've reviewed EVERY single one of my stories! You're SO sweet! Ok. You're not stupid. You're very bright, in fact. Therefore, I will give you a phrase describing Reagan's powers: She can make anyone taste, see, smell, feel, or hear anything she wants. She can place illusions in their minds. Like, if you were standing in a room, she could use her powers to make it seem as though the floor beneath you just fell apart, or the ceiling collapsed, or a ten-foot version of Barney just strolled in (EEK!) Pretty creepy huh? *shudders* OKOK! I have the chapter up, just QUIT SHARPENING THE AX! Cripes, woman! You're like Miss Reagan in that regard, do you know that? *grins*
Ok, everyone. Now, before you continue, GO BACK TO CAHPTER THREE AND READ THE RENEWED VERSION IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY! OTHERWISE YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTANMD THIS! Ok. So, after you're all donme with that, go ahead and read on!
Chapter 4
School is not something most teenagers enjoy.
In fact, school has been equalized to a torturous hellhole by some students.
It is not hard to see why children feel this way, because of what they are forced to undergo during the school year.
They are forced to drag themselves out of bed at dawn, pick out a decent outfit for the day, hurriedly get ready, rush through or skip breakfast, and then walk through all kinds of weather to the bus stop.
And that's just the hours before school.
Once the kids actually reach the building, they are shuffled through packed hallways where the ignore intense claustrophobic conditions and the loud babble of fellow students as they try to retrieve dozens of textbooks written to bore the reader that they are forced to smash into a tiny foot- tall locker.
Then come the classes, in which they are forced to answer impossibly hard questions or ridiculously stupid remarks made by the teacher, or even read a self-written report while being humiliated in front of their peers.
Lunch is questioned as garbage mildew, gym is a nightmare in and of itself, and even breaks are rushed and hectic as branded kids race form bullies or cliques.
School is a torturous hellhole for some children.
In some way or another, teens are forced to confront something they hate for five days a week, nine months out of the year.
Whether it be tight spaces, starvation, bullies, work, stress, or something else, everyone has found something they hate about school.
For Twilight, it was the other students.
She was teased mercilessly for her 'weirdness', branded as an outcast and 'teacher's pet'; worse, 'the teacher's precious daughter'. As she walked down the halls for her class, kids tripped her, bumped her, shoved her, and made snide remarks, only laughing when tears formed in her eyes.
One day, it just took its toll a little harder than usual.
The day started alright, as Twilight woke on time and was able to get ready in mere minutes; trouble started after breakfast.
As she walked down the halls to her locker, heavy backpack swung over her shoulders, a boy she passed roughly toppled into her, apologizing with a sneer and walking on as she crashed into the wall.
Twilight rolled her eyes, adjusting her backpack and reaching her locker in time to see that someone had scratched out her name and had written various other 'titles':
Scum Wimp Outcast Teacher's Pet Mommy's Girl Queer Loser Worthless
The list went on, But Twilight instantly opened her door, trying hard to ignore the sting of hurt she felt.
After grabbing an armful of books and managing to close her locker door, she found a group of girls nearby, snickering and whispering.
She just shook her head as she passed them, swallowing back tears as one of them hissed, "Prep."
As Twilight made it to Scott's class, she collapsed in her chair, breathing heavily, looking away as her teacher and the rest of the student's filed in.
The rest of the day was spent as usual, passing by kids that jeered and jiggered when she walked by, sitting alone in the lunch room, occasionally getting books knocked form her arms and having to stoop down to get them.
Finally, just before Storm's class started, Twilight snapped.
After getting her books knocked away form her and being shoved to the floor, Twilight was already on the verge of tears.
It didn't help when a small crowd gathered and watched as she tried to pick up her books while some boys flicked the back of her head and tugged on her hair.
When she did finally collect her books, she got to her feet and was tripped.
She felt her sadness start to melt away into a pool of rage, but she held her temper back, trying to remain calm, like Storm.
One of the girls kneeled by her and snatched up a paper she'd worked on the night before.
The teen read it and smirked, "Another A, looks like. But, wait."
She paused, staring at the sheet in her hand.
Twilight reached her hand out for it, breathing hard with anger.
".I don't think Miss Monroe can accept this. You spelled 'confederation' with an 'a' instead of an 'o'."
She lowered the page down slightly so Twilight could see.
Then, as Twilight watched in horror, she tore the sheet in half, and then again, tossing it at her stunned prey's face.
The crowd of kids laughed, and even more students appeared, drawn by the yelling.
Twilight gazed at the remains of her paper, the one she'd worked for hours on, the one that counted for half of her semester grade.
Tears never even came.
She didn't cry, or scream, or even whimper.
She simply looked up at the girl, and then lunged at her, a rage like she'd never known flowing through her body.
The kids were stunned as she tackled the girl down, clutching a handful of her hair in one hand and using her free fist to punch.
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" she shrieked, shaking the girl lividly, "I HATE YOU!"
"Hey, stop!" the girl's boyfriend said, reaching down to push Twilight off.
He fell back as she gave him a blow to the gut, turning her attention to the teenager under her.
"Someone get a teacher!" a child yelled.
No one could move.
They simply yelled at Twilight to stop or else cheered her on, wincing as she went into a frenzy of punches that always landed on target.
Twilight had never felt so angry before.
She was boiling hot, tears streaming down her cheeks, profanity rolling smoothly from her lips as she slammed the girl's head into the floor.
Of course the other female tried to fight back; Twilight earned herself a split lip and a bloody nose, but she was much better off then her victim.
Then she heard Ororo's voice, yelling at her to stop, calling for help.
Then several pairs of strong hands grabbed her arms and hauled her, screaming, through the crowd.
She flailed wrathfully as she was dragged away from the group, screaming back at the girl, "I HATE YOU YOU'RE UGLY I'M NOT I'LL KILL YOU YOU STUPID WITCH!"
Ororo grabbed her shoulders, shaking her and trying to hold her fists down as she shouted, "TWILIGHT! STOP IT!"
Twilight collapsed, wailing, in Storm's arms, muscles still tense with fury, body completely spent.
Ororo held her tightly to her chest, looking up at Logan and Bobby and shaking her head sadly.
"It's not fair," Twilight whimpered, "It's not fair."
"I know, I know.please clam down, Honey.it's ok."
"No, it's not! It'll never be ok!"
Twilight pushed away from Storm, struggling to get away, fresh tears falling fomr her eyes.
"Twilight-"
"NO! Lemme go! LET GO!"
As soon as she was free, Twilight raced down the halls, shoving past stunned kids as she stumbled for the door.
"TWILIGHT!" Storm yelled, starting to go after her.
Rogue, who had appeared just moments ago, stopped her, "Let me go."
Ororo slowly nodded, watching the young woman race after Twilight.
Logan, with clenched teeth and flashing eyes, turned to the students assembled before him, "I'd seriously suggest you get to your rooms, Kids."
No one needed telling twice.
"Hi."
Twilight looked up, face a mask of hurt, "Hi, Marie."
Rogue sat on the rim of the fountain next to Twilight, dazedly trailing her fingers through the water.
Neither one of them said anything for a while, simply running their hands through the water and listening to it gurgle on the stone bottom.
Eventually, though, Rogue glanced up and softly said, "You're bleedin.
Twilight shrugged, sniffling, "I know."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
Twilight shook her head.
Rogue sighed, running a hand through her hair, "Y'know, I know exactly how you feel."
Twilight scoffed, angrily swiping at her eyes, "Yea? How's that? You a teacher's pet too? You suddenly not popular?"
Rogue smiled wryly, "I didn't used to be. I was so scared when I firstcame her. Everyone was scared o' me, especially after I took Logan's power when I touched him."
Twilight looked up at her, clearly interested in her words.
"The kids didn't really forgive me for that one, and after a while, it got to the point that I let their words rule me, an' I ran away."
Twilight nodded, glancing into the water, "That's when Magneto got you."
"Yea, it is. See, I let their dumb beliefs control me, and it made my life Hell. I mean, of course there's a part of you that they can really tear down with their words and actions, but they can never completely control you, Amme. Never."
Rogue gently lifted Twilight's chin up with her gloved hand, "You can't let what they say affect you so much, or you'll never be happy. You'll just keep hatin' yourself and hatin' yourself, and eventually you'll snap, even more then you did today."
Twilight swallowed, "That'd be scary."
"Yea it would. You know, I've never really beaten anyone up before, but I've felt the rage someone feels when they do. After I acquired Logan's powers, I got a little oh his temper too, and I felt the anger he feels." Rogue shook her head, "Lemme tell you, I could definitely live without that again. IT was scary, how much it could just turn me into its puppet."
Twilight nodded in agreement, "Yea. That's what it was like. Like I was some puppet bein' controlled by anger."
"But you can't let that happen, Amme. If you do, life'll be Hell."
Twilight ran her hand under the water, thinking. Finally, she whispered, "And what am I supposed to do when they tease me? Ignore them?"
"Well, you can't really ignore them, can you? You can pretend to, but you never actually become deaf to their words. So, what I want you to do is run."
"Run?" Twilight looked up, confused, "To where?"
"To me. Run to me. Or to Storm. Or Logan. Whoever's closest, just run to them and tell them you're being teased. You were doing good, going down to the Danger Room to work out your anger."
"I guess today was just too much," Twilight mumbled, pushing her hair behind her ear, "I've got a lot of stress, what with the Brotherhood and all. You'd think those stupid kids would just leave me alone. Maybe it'd be better if the Brotherhood got me and killed me. Then I wouldn't be here to annoy everyone."
"Don't even think that way!" Rogue said, a little sharper than she intended too.
She softened her tone slightly and said, "It would be awful if you were taken. I know a lot of people here who just wouldn't be able to go on without you."
"Like who?"
"Like Storm, or Logan. All of the X-Men. Me included."
Twilight gazed at her, "Why you? You've got Bobby and Kitty."
"Who else could be my baby sister?"
Twilight smiled, eyes flicking to the fountain, "Thanks Rogue."
"You're welcome."
Twilight leaned forward and hugged her tightly, "You're the best big sis anyone could have."
"I try," Rogue laughed, embracing Twilight tightly.
After a minute, she took Twilight's hand and stood, "C'mon. We're late for history."
Toad had always been a follower.
For as long as he could remember, he was obeying orders, trailing behind others, listening to speeches, and never daring to toe the ever present 'line'.
He was simply comfortable as a faithful follower, always having someone else to look up to, never having to worry about taking the lead or bossing others around.
No, he preferred to simply stay in the shadows, never receiving glory, but simply knowing that he had been faithful to his master throughout whatever ordeal had occurred.
Now, as he waited impatiently in the stuffed and loud café for the waitress to return with his soda, he glanced over at his current 'leader' and grinned toothily, "Tonight's the night, eh?"
Reagan glanced up at him lazily from her menu, lips parting in a devilish semi-smile, "Yes."
"You gonna want me to carry her out for ya?"
Reagan shook her head, carelessly flipping a lock of her hair behind her ear, "No. I can handle her myself. How hard can it be? She's only a little girl."
Toad and Sabertooth both chuckled at that.
The waitress came then, bringing their drinks.
She set their cups down nervously, glancing from Toad, who was covered in black clothing and was wearing sunglasses, to Sabertooth, who was far too large to be a normal man and was wearing a hooded sweatshirt.
"Your.your drinks," she stated softly as she turned and walked stiffly away.
Reagan watched her go with growing disgust, "That little witch is going to tell her manager about us. She suspects you two."
Toad groaned, turning on Sabertooth angrily, "I told you we should've done drive-thru."
"Shut up, Swampwaste," Sabertooth growled.
"That's enough, both of you," Reagan snarled in a surprisingly commanding voice, "Just stay calm. If she gives us any trouble.we'll just snap her neck."
The two men laughed slightly as Reagan leaned back, satisfied with herself.