~~~okies, so I got over the whole weird title thing. I ran out of animals
and colours. Oh well.~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After a short period of fame, Kelsey returned to her regular world, where she was an unknown orphan. It was a familiar and comfortable existence.
Kelsey experimented with her newfound powers. She kept quiet about them, judging the danger correctly. Over in America some politician was pushing for mutant registration policies and Kelsey felt more alone in the world than she ever had before. It was with this attitude Kelsey trudged to school each morning.
On one such morning, Kelsey was late for school. She had slept in once again, plagued by terrifying nightmares. These days, Kelsey only attended school for science and especially biology lessons. It was much easier to become an animal if you knew how its body was formed. Being no scholar, she was gaining terrible marks in subjects such as English and math. In physical education, however, she was going harder, faster and stronger than ever before.
Walking to school alone in the morning was an eerie thing to do. There was heavy fog and very little light. Kelsey always walked on constant alert, and it was with such attention to her surroundings that she heard a voice calling for help. Knowing that she should go on her own way for safety's sake but having her conscience and nature go against her, she instantly followed the voice. It was a frail voice, punctuated by thuds. Kelsey moved quickly through the twisting and turning alleyways. Her eyes gleamed gold and feline in the scarce light. She was taking on feline characteristics and with those characteristics came feline instincts. This was her neighbourhood; her territory. No-one but her hunted on HER territory and got away with it.
She turned one last corner and her resolve burned brighter in her than anything else. A huge- and unbelievably ugly- man stood above a cowering and weeping old woman. He was holding an imitation leather purse high, chuckling coldly. "Makes you feel big and strong, does it?" Kelsey asked silkily. The ogre of a man spun around when he heard her voice; he was too slow. She wasn't behind him anymore, she was now in between him and his victim. "Do you get some sort of sick pleasure attacking old ladies, or are you just some sort of freak?" she hissed, crouching low, similar to a big cat as it is about to strike. It was now, with her face covered with fine fur and her eyes like slits that she had a proper look at the man. He had long, sandy hair, long, curled claws and black eyes. He opened his mouth to reveal long and sharp fangs and growled. Kelsey, unimpressed, replied to this challenge bravely. "That's great. What do they call you? Big, smelly and hairy maybe? No, that's too flattering." He opened his monstrous jaws wider and growled again. "They call me. Sabretooth." And with that, he launched himself at her. Predictable, Kelsey thought. Got a lot of firepower but no brains to back it all up. She was ready for him. Now a fully formed lioness, she swiped at him with curved claws at a phenomenal speed and he staggered back, a deep cut in his cheek. She roared a challenge and he stared at her for a moment. Then he turned tail and ran. Turning back to her human form, Kelsey hurried to the old woman's side. "I have to get you to a hospital!" Kelsey said, horrified. "No," the old woman croaked. "You can't. I would be discovered. Besides, I will heal- and soon. Watch." Kelsey stared at the multiple bruises. She was astonished when they healed before her eyes. "Who are you?" she said in wonder. "I am no-one," the old woman said wisely. "You, however. you are the future." Kelsey frowned. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be the future. It didn't sound very good. "I don't understand." She said, confused. "One day, you will." The woman said. "Would you mind escorting me home, dear? My amazing healing powers are no match against the awesome powers of aging. or even attackers." "That man was a mutant." Kelsey said as they started to walk. It wasn't a question. "He was one of us, dear." The old woman said kindly. "some choose to use their powers for evil. Some choose to help people." she smiled. "My name is Pearl." The old woman introduced. "I thank you for your hope." "I am Kelsey. And you're welcome."
After a short period of fame, Kelsey returned to her regular world, where she was an unknown orphan. It was a familiar and comfortable existence.
Kelsey experimented with her newfound powers. She kept quiet about them, judging the danger correctly. Over in America some politician was pushing for mutant registration policies and Kelsey felt more alone in the world than she ever had before. It was with this attitude Kelsey trudged to school each morning.
On one such morning, Kelsey was late for school. She had slept in once again, plagued by terrifying nightmares. These days, Kelsey only attended school for science and especially biology lessons. It was much easier to become an animal if you knew how its body was formed. Being no scholar, she was gaining terrible marks in subjects such as English and math. In physical education, however, she was going harder, faster and stronger than ever before.
Walking to school alone in the morning was an eerie thing to do. There was heavy fog and very little light. Kelsey always walked on constant alert, and it was with such attention to her surroundings that she heard a voice calling for help. Knowing that she should go on her own way for safety's sake but having her conscience and nature go against her, she instantly followed the voice. It was a frail voice, punctuated by thuds. Kelsey moved quickly through the twisting and turning alleyways. Her eyes gleamed gold and feline in the scarce light. She was taking on feline characteristics and with those characteristics came feline instincts. This was her neighbourhood; her territory. No-one but her hunted on HER territory and got away with it.
She turned one last corner and her resolve burned brighter in her than anything else. A huge- and unbelievably ugly- man stood above a cowering and weeping old woman. He was holding an imitation leather purse high, chuckling coldly. "Makes you feel big and strong, does it?" Kelsey asked silkily. The ogre of a man spun around when he heard her voice; he was too slow. She wasn't behind him anymore, she was now in between him and his victim. "Do you get some sort of sick pleasure attacking old ladies, or are you just some sort of freak?" she hissed, crouching low, similar to a big cat as it is about to strike. It was now, with her face covered with fine fur and her eyes like slits that she had a proper look at the man. He had long, sandy hair, long, curled claws and black eyes. He opened his mouth to reveal long and sharp fangs and growled. Kelsey, unimpressed, replied to this challenge bravely. "That's great. What do they call you? Big, smelly and hairy maybe? No, that's too flattering." He opened his monstrous jaws wider and growled again. "They call me. Sabretooth." And with that, he launched himself at her. Predictable, Kelsey thought. Got a lot of firepower but no brains to back it all up. She was ready for him. Now a fully formed lioness, she swiped at him with curved claws at a phenomenal speed and he staggered back, a deep cut in his cheek. She roared a challenge and he stared at her for a moment. Then he turned tail and ran. Turning back to her human form, Kelsey hurried to the old woman's side. "I have to get you to a hospital!" Kelsey said, horrified. "No," the old woman croaked. "You can't. I would be discovered. Besides, I will heal- and soon. Watch." Kelsey stared at the multiple bruises. She was astonished when they healed before her eyes. "Who are you?" she said in wonder. "I am no-one," the old woman said wisely. "You, however. you are the future." Kelsey frowned. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be the future. It didn't sound very good. "I don't understand." She said, confused. "One day, you will." The woman said. "Would you mind escorting me home, dear? My amazing healing powers are no match against the awesome powers of aging. or even attackers." "That man was a mutant." Kelsey said as they started to walk. It wasn't a question. "He was one of us, dear." The old woman said kindly. "some choose to use their powers for evil. Some choose to help people." she smiled. "My name is Pearl." The old woman introduced. "I thank you for your hope." "I am Kelsey. And you're welcome."