Disclaimer: I do not own X-men. Wish I did. But I don't. A little note: I
WILL have more X-men characters in here, later. But the idea is that this
is a fanfic, which means I am writing this as a fan of the concept. It does
not have to be about the x-men characters. So phooey.
Chappie seven! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kelsey walked Rosa home. It wasn't far to go and Kelsey was worried about the big guy skulking around her neighbourhood. She kept her eyes on her surroundings at all times. Kelsey couldn't sense anyone watching but you just never knew in this town. Even the best animals were sometimes mistaken.
They came to Rosa's house and Kelsey was invited inside for a cold drink. The next thing she knew, she was being shaken awake.
"Hey, you slept like a log," Rosa said, smiling softly.
"What time is it?" Kelsey asked, wiping sleep from her eyes.
"It's about two- thirty in the afternoon. How do you feel? Your shape shifting must have worn you out." Rosa helped her stand. She had been slumped over the coffee table and she saw, guiltily, that she had drooled in her sleep.
"I'll get you some nice chamomile tea." Rosa bustled off into the sunny, cosy kitchen. Kelsey cringed. She hated chamomile tea.
Looking around the living room, she saw lots of photos and flowers and balls of wool; Stereotype old-lady stuff. But as she bent to see a photo more clearly, she saw something that didn't fit in with the rest of the décor. It was a PlayStation 5 Console. She stiffened immediately.
Suddenly, an arm went around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. Another hand was pressed against her mouth. Kelsey's instincts flew to the front of her brain. Danger! Run! Shouted a few. Still more told her to fight to the death. Then she was hit by a wave of protective feeling. Rosa was in trouble! Invaders in her home! Kelsey would not run. She could not leave Rosa.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my grandmother's house?" growled a deep voice. Kelsey relaxed, and then stiffened again as the arms pinned her tighter. Underneath the hand that bound her mouth, she smirked. Whoever this person was, they were picking on the wrong person. Not today, when her adrenaline was still running so high.
Suddenly, Kelsey wrenched herself out of her would- be captor's arms and twisted around to punch him in the stomach. He fell to the ground with a gasp.
"Now, what kind of way is that to greet to person who saved your grandmother's life?" Kelsey asked the wheezing boy, eyebrow raised.
He pulled himself up by the arm of the chair and struggled to stand up straight. Kelsey had her first proper look at the guy.
He was very tall with broad shoulders. He couldn't have been much older than her and yet he had a serious and mature air about him. He had brown hair and deep hazel eyes. He looked streetwise, with a scar splitting his left eyebrow in half and big, strong-looking, Fighter's hands, accompanied by big, strong- looking muscles. He was wearing a school uniform and a scowl.
"You did what for my grandmother?" he asked, glaring suspiciously.
"This young lady here saved my life." Rosa said, bustling out with three cups of steaming hot chocolate.
"Sorry, dear." She said to Kelsey. "I seem to have run out of chamomile."
"What a shame." Kelsey replied with a grin.
"How? When?" The boy fired at Rosa. He turned to Kelsey. "Why?" he asked.
"This is my Grandson, Adrian." Rosa explained to Kelsey. "He sometimes gets a little too overprotective of an old bird like me."
"You're not old," Adrian and Kelsey said at the exact same time. Adrian's eyes widened and Kelsey grinned.
Chappie seven! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kelsey walked Rosa home. It wasn't far to go and Kelsey was worried about the big guy skulking around her neighbourhood. She kept her eyes on her surroundings at all times. Kelsey couldn't sense anyone watching but you just never knew in this town. Even the best animals were sometimes mistaken.
They came to Rosa's house and Kelsey was invited inside for a cold drink. The next thing she knew, she was being shaken awake.
"Hey, you slept like a log," Rosa said, smiling softly.
"What time is it?" Kelsey asked, wiping sleep from her eyes.
"It's about two- thirty in the afternoon. How do you feel? Your shape shifting must have worn you out." Rosa helped her stand. She had been slumped over the coffee table and she saw, guiltily, that she had drooled in her sleep.
"I'll get you some nice chamomile tea." Rosa bustled off into the sunny, cosy kitchen. Kelsey cringed. She hated chamomile tea.
Looking around the living room, she saw lots of photos and flowers and balls of wool; Stereotype old-lady stuff. But as she bent to see a photo more clearly, she saw something that didn't fit in with the rest of the décor. It was a PlayStation 5 Console. She stiffened immediately.
Suddenly, an arm went around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. Another hand was pressed against her mouth. Kelsey's instincts flew to the front of her brain. Danger! Run! Shouted a few. Still more told her to fight to the death. Then she was hit by a wave of protective feeling. Rosa was in trouble! Invaders in her home! Kelsey would not run. She could not leave Rosa.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my grandmother's house?" growled a deep voice. Kelsey relaxed, and then stiffened again as the arms pinned her tighter. Underneath the hand that bound her mouth, she smirked. Whoever this person was, they were picking on the wrong person. Not today, when her adrenaline was still running so high.
Suddenly, Kelsey wrenched herself out of her would- be captor's arms and twisted around to punch him in the stomach. He fell to the ground with a gasp.
"Now, what kind of way is that to greet to person who saved your grandmother's life?" Kelsey asked the wheezing boy, eyebrow raised.
He pulled himself up by the arm of the chair and struggled to stand up straight. Kelsey had her first proper look at the guy.
He was very tall with broad shoulders. He couldn't have been much older than her and yet he had a serious and mature air about him. He had brown hair and deep hazel eyes. He looked streetwise, with a scar splitting his left eyebrow in half and big, strong-looking, Fighter's hands, accompanied by big, strong- looking muscles. He was wearing a school uniform and a scowl.
"You did what for my grandmother?" he asked, glaring suspiciously.
"This young lady here saved my life." Rosa said, bustling out with three cups of steaming hot chocolate.
"Sorry, dear." She said to Kelsey. "I seem to have run out of chamomile."
"What a shame." Kelsey replied with a grin.
"How? When?" The boy fired at Rosa. He turned to Kelsey. "Why?" he asked.
"This is my Grandson, Adrian." Rosa explained to Kelsey. "He sometimes gets a little too overprotective of an old bird like me."
"You're not old," Adrian and Kelsey said at the exact same time. Adrian's eyes widened and Kelsey grinned.