Just a Girl - Conversation
"Hey doll, take it easy, would ya?" the black haired boy tumbled away from Marianne, rubbing his jaw.
"Take it easy?! Take it easy?! You just friggin' kidnapped me! You scared me! I almost had a heart attack! And you tell me to take it easy?!" Marianne had her fists clenched as she glared the the dark haired boy.
"I thought ya'd be happy I kept my promise. Damn, doll, it was hard trackin' ya down," he grinned at her.
"Shadow! Do you actually expect me to drop on my knees and thank you for what you did? Geez, you're even more full of yourself then the last time I saw you. Which, by the way, I'm still mad over! You DUMPED me in a city I didn't know after the very day I had just been almost killed by this predatory, furry, guy with fangs!" suddenly, Shadow began to wonder if this had actually been the best way to get in touch with her again, "And I'm NOT a doll!"
"So, who was goggles boy? Your boyfriend?" Shadow tried to switch topics.
"Thank god he isn't. He lives at the Institute I moved into a couple of months ago. I don't think I'd even survive a minute. He has a stick up a certain part of his anatomy, man, he can't even losen up enough for his girlfriend to quarrel with. O god, what will they think? You've most certainly done it this time. 'Goggles boy', as you so lovingly put it, is every bit the over protective brother as Devon is, well, except the blood relative part, and he is far more dangerous. I will most certainly enjoy it watching you trying to explain to him why you kidnapped me in the middle of the street," Marianne crossed her arms and smirked, "you're lucky you won't have to face mister Logan. He's very overprotective of his students."
"I'm in trouble, ain't I?" Shadow now comprehended the magnitude of his thoughtless actions. He was a street smart brat. Marianne had met him in the three days she had spent on the streets. He too was a mutant, his power was to manipulate shadows into solid, completely black, objects. Hence his name, Shadow. He had saved her life from a feral mutant, who had thought Marianne made good prey. The day after, he had left her, saying he would find her again at christmass. What he hadn't told her, was that he had called her brother to tell him where to find her.
"Shadow, trouble doesn't cover it. Now, I'm going now, goodbye, have a nice life," she patted him on the head as if he was some five-year-old.
Shadow grumbled something under his breath as she did that: he was Shadow! The fear of the streets! Not some boy you could just brush aside!
"You ain't goin' Marianne, I just spent a month trackin' ya, and I'll be damned if I don't, at least, get ta spent some time with ya. An' you know you can't get away from me," he warned her.
"Great, just great. You know you can't keep me here. When 'goggles' and the others come, you won't stand a chance and I will enjoy watching them kick your sorry ass," Marianne took the time to look around. They were in a cave, it was snowing outside. Shadow's old motorcycle was in there too. She had been calling him names and had been too mad at him to notice their surroundings.
"So, how's life treatin' ya? What? Can't I at least try to have a conversation? Predator boy not givin' any troubles? Who taught ya to punch like that? Last time..." there, he was cut off by Marianne.
"Last time I was unable to even keep myself standing in a fight. And I'm still not good enought o keep myself alive in a life or death battle. And no, predator boy didn't find me again. Me and Devon, I told you about Devon, right? Well, we moved here a couple of months ago. I lost control over my powers after three days. Three. Friggin'. Days. Rogue knocked me out, which was the most reasonable thing to do and took me to the Institute. I had a little episode there as Devon told me I was to move in there. But I did. There's this old man in wheelchair, he's really nice and teaches me to control my powers, his name is Charles Xavier. Then there is this gruff guy, who teaches me to fight and meditate. There's also a woman with white hair, she's a real lady. And then there are lots of other kids living there," she had started out with a snappy remark, but now had a soft smile on her face, "they're all mutants."
"Xavier?! As in Professor Charles Xavier?! Shit doll, you know his 'students' fight? You know that living there is dangerous?" his eyes widened.
"I know, and one day, I'll be fighting alongsides with them, when mister Logan says I'm good enough," Marianne grinned at him. For the moment, she decided to set the anger aside. For one day, he had been her best friend, before he had dumped her. And he hadn't changed a bit. He would leave again, she just knew it, but as she was stuck here, she'd rather spent the time with a friend then being mad at him.
"Like hell you are! I didn' save yer life ta let ya get yerself killed," if possible, his eyes widened even more.
"And what are you gonna do 'bout it? You won't be around to stop me," she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him, "you'll leave, again. Do you know what it was like, Shadow? I throught you were my friend, someone who would look out for me. And you just left me."
"Well then, doll, I'll just have ta prove ya wrong, won't I? An' there ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let ya join them in fightin'. No matter how much you improve," he stated with an infuriating grin.
This was what she hated the most about him. In one day day, one freaking day, she had come to look at him as her best friend, someone to depend on. He had something about him that just made her trust him. That grin was part of it. Perhaps she was a softie, yeah, that was probably it.
"And just how are you gonna do that, Shadow?" she spoke in a low, dangerous voice.
"I'll just have to see if the professor would interested in havin' an idiotic street brat in that fancy mansion o' his," he shot her an 'I'm so innocent' look, which she didn't buy. Shadow was a lot of things, but two things he most certainly wasn't: innocent, or a liar.
"Hey doll, take it easy, would ya?" the black haired boy tumbled away from Marianne, rubbing his jaw.
"Take it easy?! Take it easy?! You just friggin' kidnapped me! You scared me! I almost had a heart attack! And you tell me to take it easy?!" Marianne had her fists clenched as she glared the the dark haired boy.
"I thought ya'd be happy I kept my promise. Damn, doll, it was hard trackin' ya down," he grinned at her.
"Shadow! Do you actually expect me to drop on my knees and thank you for what you did? Geez, you're even more full of yourself then the last time I saw you. Which, by the way, I'm still mad over! You DUMPED me in a city I didn't know after the very day I had just been almost killed by this predatory, furry, guy with fangs!" suddenly, Shadow began to wonder if this had actually been the best way to get in touch with her again, "And I'm NOT a doll!"
"So, who was goggles boy? Your boyfriend?" Shadow tried to switch topics.
"Thank god he isn't. He lives at the Institute I moved into a couple of months ago. I don't think I'd even survive a minute. He has a stick up a certain part of his anatomy, man, he can't even losen up enough for his girlfriend to quarrel with. O god, what will they think? You've most certainly done it this time. 'Goggles boy', as you so lovingly put it, is every bit the over protective brother as Devon is, well, except the blood relative part, and he is far more dangerous. I will most certainly enjoy it watching you trying to explain to him why you kidnapped me in the middle of the street," Marianne crossed her arms and smirked, "you're lucky you won't have to face mister Logan. He's very overprotective of his students."
"I'm in trouble, ain't I?" Shadow now comprehended the magnitude of his thoughtless actions. He was a street smart brat. Marianne had met him in the three days she had spent on the streets. He too was a mutant, his power was to manipulate shadows into solid, completely black, objects. Hence his name, Shadow. He had saved her life from a feral mutant, who had thought Marianne made good prey. The day after, he had left her, saying he would find her again at christmass. What he hadn't told her, was that he had called her brother to tell him where to find her.
"Shadow, trouble doesn't cover it. Now, I'm going now, goodbye, have a nice life," she patted him on the head as if he was some five-year-old.
Shadow grumbled something under his breath as she did that: he was Shadow! The fear of the streets! Not some boy you could just brush aside!
"You ain't goin' Marianne, I just spent a month trackin' ya, and I'll be damned if I don't, at least, get ta spent some time with ya. An' you know you can't get away from me," he warned her.
"Great, just great. You know you can't keep me here. When 'goggles' and the others come, you won't stand a chance and I will enjoy watching them kick your sorry ass," Marianne took the time to look around. They were in a cave, it was snowing outside. Shadow's old motorcycle was in there too. She had been calling him names and had been too mad at him to notice their surroundings.
"So, how's life treatin' ya? What? Can't I at least try to have a conversation? Predator boy not givin' any troubles? Who taught ya to punch like that? Last time..." there, he was cut off by Marianne.
"Last time I was unable to even keep myself standing in a fight. And I'm still not good enought o keep myself alive in a life or death battle. And no, predator boy didn't find me again. Me and Devon, I told you about Devon, right? Well, we moved here a couple of months ago. I lost control over my powers after three days. Three. Friggin'. Days. Rogue knocked me out, which was the most reasonable thing to do and took me to the Institute. I had a little episode there as Devon told me I was to move in there. But I did. There's this old man in wheelchair, he's really nice and teaches me to control my powers, his name is Charles Xavier. Then there is this gruff guy, who teaches me to fight and meditate. There's also a woman with white hair, she's a real lady. And then there are lots of other kids living there," she had started out with a snappy remark, but now had a soft smile on her face, "they're all mutants."
"Xavier?! As in Professor Charles Xavier?! Shit doll, you know his 'students' fight? You know that living there is dangerous?" his eyes widened.
"I know, and one day, I'll be fighting alongsides with them, when mister Logan says I'm good enough," Marianne grinned at him. For the moment, she decided to set the anger aside. For one day, he had been her best friend, before he had dumped her. And he hadn't changed a bit. He would leave again, she just knew it, but as she was stuck here, she'd rather spent the time with a friend then being mad at him.
"Like hell you are! I didn' save yer life ta let ya get yerself killed," if possible, his eyes widened even more.
"And what are you gonna do 'bout it? You won't be around to stop me," she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him, "you'll leave, again. Do you know what it was like, Shadow? I throught you were my friend, someone who would look out for me. And you just left me."
"Well then, doll, I'll just have ta prove ya wrong, won't I? An' there ain't no way in hell I'm gonna let ya join them in fightin'. No matter how much you improve," he stated with an infuriating grin.
This was what she hated the most about him. In one day day, one freaking day, she had come to look at him as her best friend, someone to depend on. He had something about him that just made her trust him. That grin was part of it. Perhaps she was a softie, yeah, that was probably it.
"And just how are you gonna do that, Shadow?" she spoke in a low, dangerous voice.
"I'll just have to see if the professor would interested in havin' an idiotic street brat in that fancy mansion o' his," he shot her an 'I'm so innocent' look, which she didn't buy. Shadow was a lot of things, but two things he most certainly wasn't: innocent, or a liar.