Disclaimer: don't owe 'm, don't even wanna owe 'm, I happen to like my
house as it is, in one piece. I do own Marianne and her brother, and they
are nice and locked away now.
Author Note: I may be Dutch, but Marianne is not based on me! No way, first of all, I prefer the good ol' fists when I get into a fight, I tend to get tongue tied and stammer when I try to think of something to say, second: I could never keep my cool in front of that Kelly guy, third: I'm the overprotective big sister.
Just a girl – Big brother.
School was awfull, she knew it now for sure. It was an invention of someone who wanted to torture minors in the most horrible ways possible. Marianne could not believe how narrow minded most of the kids at school were. Especially that jurk-jock, what his name again? Duncan or something, sounded like a cheap brand of rubber bands or something, well, he'd probably end up sitting on a couch, drinking beer in a trailer park or something, best future carreer, he could also end up on the streets.
She had two groups of kids who stuck together and were sort of shunned by the rest of the school. Probably the mutants principal Kelly had warned her about. Warned, hah, that was a joke! One group, the one to which the gothic girl belonged, looked like they wouldn't even hurt a fly, the other, with some obnoxious silver heard boy, looked like they would be more annoying then dangerous. But then again, appearance doesn't have to be the truth. She would see.
"Hey M, how was school?" Marianne was welcomed by her older brother, he took after their father, tall, broad, same colour hair and piercing, brown eyes.
"Fun, nice, for school. And, did you get the job?" she threw her bag in a corner, kicked of her shoes and fell into a chair.
"What do you think? Ofcourse I got it, now, tell me, details. Should I beat someone up?" he was looking quite serious about that.
"Tempting, Devon, very tempting, but you can't go beat up the principal. Not because he's mutant hating dirt and is as narrow minded as a frog. No, wait, a frog could contain more information then that idiot," she stretched on the couch.
"How do you know that? Did he say something? Does he know that..." Devon seemed very worried at this.
"What? Does he know I'm a mutant? Was I exposed? Am I going to ruin father's reputation? No, he doesn't know, he warned me about mutants attending Bayville High. He doesn't know I have lousy powers that I don't know how to use even if it would save my own life," Marianne jumped up, raging.
"I didn't mean that, M, you know I don't mean that. And you know you'll get control, you're getting closer and closer every day. You know father and me only care about your safety, and keeping your powers a secret will keep you safe. The world isn't ready for you yet, you know that, I don't like it, you don't like it, but I happen to like my little sister alive and not locked away in some experimenting lab," Devon tried to calm his sister, he knew how she was about mutant haters, and having to keep it all inside had left her ready to blow up when she had finally reached home. He made a mental note to pick Marianne up from now on, just to be on the safe side.
"That's just another drop of the bucket! Do you know how many times I have nightmares of them finding out, and capturing me? I hate this, Devon, I hate this," Marianne felt like hitting something, tearing something apart.
"Uhm, M? Could you please call that illusion away? I mean, a little kitten, okay, but I can't deal with tigers," Devon paled at seeing the tiger standing growling behind his sister.
"Huh? O boy," Marianne turned around and saw the tiger, unconciously she took a step backwards. Much like her brother, she preferred herself alive. She tried to remember how she could make the illusion go away. She grinned ruefully: six months, six months of having this power and still she wasn't in control of it. She started to doubt that she would ever get true control, but Devon refused to let her even think that.
"Relax, Marianne, relax and focus," Devon softly spoke, he only used her given name when he was deadly serious. This was one of those times, because he liked the house the way it was, and not redecorated by a tiger, even if it was an illusion. He had learned five months ago that Marianne's illusions were just as tangible as the real thing, especially when she was emotional.
"Right, relax. Devon! How am I supposed to relax with a friggin' tiger in the room?!" Marianne was all but relaxed, "Nice kitty, nice kitty. Now go back where you came from. O god, I know we've got some issues, but please! Take the tiger away now and I will go to church coming sunday!"
"You're bribing God?" Devon looked at her in disbelieve.
"Well, Einstein, unless you have a better idea, I'll bribe anyone to get that illusion out of here this instant," Marianne turned around to glare at her brother.
"And a great idea it was. The tiger is gone," Devon peeked around his sister and noted that the tiger indeed had disappeared, "it seems you have a date on sunday, M."
"Very funny, haha," Marianne couldn't hide the relief flowing through her veins now the tiger was gone, "perhaps I should try to make a deal more often."
"Perhaps you should. Come, I'm taking you out for ice-cream and you can tell me in full detail how much you hate school and how you are not going back there," Devon winked at her and dragged her with him. Marianne inwardly groaned: her brother, the ice-cream addict, he thought everything would be good as long as there was ice-cream, lots and lots of ice-cream.
Author Note: I may be Dutch, but Marianne is not based on me! No way, first of all, I prefer the good ol' fists when I get into a fight, I tend to get tongue tied and stammer when I try to think of something to say, second: I could never keep my cool in front of that Kelly guy, third: I'm the overprotective big sister.
Just a girl – Big brother.
School was awfull, she knew it now for sure. It was an invention of someone who wanted to torture minors in the most horrible ways possible. Marianne could not believe how narrow minded most of the kids at school were. Especially that jurk-jock, what his name again? Duncan or something, sounded like a cheap brand of rubber bands or something, well, he'd probably end up sitting on a couch, drinking beer in a trailer park or something, best future carreer, he could also end up on the streets.
She had two groups of kids who stuck together and were sort of shunned by the rest of the school. Probably the mutants principal Kelly had warned her about. Warned, hah, that was a joke! One group, the one to which the gothic girl belonged, looked like they wouldn't even hurt a fly, the other, with some obnoxious silver heard boy, looked like they would be more annoying then dangerous. But then again, appearance doesn't have to be the truth. She would see.
"Hey M, how was school?" Marianne was welcomed by her older brother, he took after their father, tall, broad, same colour hair and piercing, brown eyes.
"Fun, nice, for school. And, did you get the job?" she threw her bag in a corner, kicked of her shoes and fell into a chair.
"What do you think? Ofcourse I got it, now, tell me, details. Should I beat someone up?" he was looking quite serious about that.
"Tempting, Devon, very tempting, but you can't go beat up the principal. Not because he's mutant hating dirt and is as narrow minded as a frog. No, wait, a frog could contain more information then that idiot," she stretched on the couch.
"How do you know that? Did he say something? Does he know that..." Devon seemed very worried at this.
"What? Does he know I'm a mutant? Was I exposed? Am I going to ruin father's reputation? No, he doesn't know, he warned me about mutants attending Bayville High. He doesn't know I have lousy powers that I don't know how to use even if it would save my own life," Marianne jumped up, raging.
"I didn't mean that, M, you know I don't mean that. And you know you'll get control, you're getting closer and closer every day. You know father and me only care about your safety, and keeping your powers a secret will keep you safe. The world isn't ready for you yet, you know that, I don't like it, you don't like it, but I happen to like my little sister alive and not locked away in some experimenting lab," Devon tried to calm his sister, he knew how she was about mutant haters, and having to keep it all inside had left her ready to blow up when she had finally reached home. He made a mental note to pick Marianne up from now on, just to be on the safe side.
"That's just another drop of the bucket! Do you know how many times I have nightmares of them finding out, and capturing me? I hate this, Devon, I hate this," Marianne felt like hitting something, tearing something apart.
"Uhm, M? Could you please call that illusion away? I mean, a little kitten, okay, but I can't deal with tigers," Devon paled at seeing the tiger standing growling behind his sister.
"Huh? O boy," Marianne turned around and saw the tiger, unconciously she took a step backwards. Much like her brother, she preferred herself alive. She tried to remember how she could make the illusion go away. She grinned ruefully: six months, six months of having this power and still she wasn't in control of it. She started to doubt that she would ever get true control, but Devon refused to let her even think that.
"Relax, Marianne, relax and focus," Devon softly spoke, he only used her given name when he was deadly serious. This was one of those times, because he liked the house the way it was, and not redecorated by a tiger, even if it was an illusion. He had learned five months ago that Marianne's illusions were just as tangible as the real thing, especially when she was emotional.
"Right, relax. Devon! How am I supposed to relax with a friggin' tiger in the room?!" Marianne was all but relaxed, "Nice kitty, nice kitty. Now go back where you came from. O god, I know we've got some issues, but please! Take the tiger away now and I will go to church coming sunday!"
"You're bribing God?" Devon looked at her in disbelieve.
"Well, Einstein, unless you have a better idea, I'll bribe anyone to get that illusion out of here this instant," Marianne turned around to glare at her brother.
"And a great idea it was. The tiger is gone," Devon peeked around his sister and noted that the tiger indeed had disappeared, "it seems you have a date on sunday, M."
"Very funny, haha," Marianne couldn't hide the relief flowing through her veins now the tiger was gone, "perhaps I should try to make a deal more often."
"Perhaps you should. Come, I'm taking you out for ice-cream and you can tell me in full detail how much you hate school and how you are not going back there," Devon winked at her and dragged her with him. Marianne inwardly groaned: her brother, the ice-cream addict, he thought everything would be good as long as there was ice-cream, lots and lots of ice-cream.