((This chapter is my new character, Gabby's past. So you have to wait till
the next chapter if you want the X characters. hey look I made a
joke...ha!... anyway...here you go. I hope my character makes more sense
now...and this is the story she told her friends in the last chapter.
So...everyone knows...so without more crap from me...here you go.))
Gabby and Mabel walked home from school, each with a backpack strapped on. They were both about seventeen.
"My gawd...I have to finish three essays by the end of this month, and I have more homework on top of it all! HOW am I going to finish all this crap?!" Mabel rose her hands in the air, aggravated. "Typical that we get so much work just days before our birthday...DAMMIT." She kicked a bottle to the other side of the street.
Gabby sighed. Her sister could be so annoying sometimes...especially with that temper of hers. "If you started earlier, like I did, you might finish without so much stress." She reminded her sister for the fifth time that day.
"Who in their right mind WANTS to do work early?!" Mabel protested. "Who does it PERIOD?!"
"Me?" Gabby suggested. "I happen to like essays. They make you think. Actually use the grey matter in between your ears, Mab."
About to curse her twin off, Mabel stopped, noticing something. Gabby looked up and realized that Dr. Levy, neighbor, good family friend and local doctor was standing merely feet away from the two girls, leaning on his new car. He smiled and waved at the two, urging them to come over. They did.
"Afternoon, Mr. Levy." Gabby nodded politely, hoping her sister wouldn't be rude.
"Same to you, Gabrielle. How have you been? I just got back from vacation...been taking your medicine? Have you been feeling alright?"
Gabby sighed inwardly, but kept a smile plastered on her face. She had been taking her medicine...she wasn't that stupid. It was unbelievable how stupid adults thought their children were. But she had noticed that she was having some problems...
"Ah...well...I've been having some weird sort of pain once in a while...but not to bad. I guessed it was just a cold or something." She murmured.
"You never know, Gabrielle." God, how she hated that name... "Come see me in my office tomorrow, and I'll see if anything's wrong."
Mabel stared at her doctor. She had never liked him much. He thought she was stupid. But last time, she got in trouble for giving him the middle finger, so she kept her comments to herself.
Mabel soon dragged Gabby away, and both sighed, thankful.
"I wish he would tell me what's wrong with me. 'Some disease, that may be harmful to your health,' doesn't really answer my question." Gabby sighed again.
"Whatever." Mabel shook her head. "Does it really matter?"
"No. I guess not."
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Gabby sat on her bed, homework done, and bored to death. She was having pains in her back again. As if something was ripping away at her body. But she assumed she had pulled a muscle or something...but wasn't so sure. Mabel was asleep, taking a nap after her 'hard day' at school. Gabby would have to wake her up soon for dinner. The call from their mother woke her, instead, though. She always had had a shrill, squeaky voice. The two trudged down the stairs, worn out, and hungry.
"How was school today, my angels?" Her father was a middle-aged man, with a larger-than-most-people kind of belly. He dished chicken onto his plate, shoveling as much as he could before his wife glared. "Learn anything new?"
"No dad, school teaches us nothing. We are doomed to be nitwits forever." Mabel snapped, grumpy as always.
"Nothing much, father." Gabby always tried hard to distract their dad. It worked. She kicked Mabel from under the table.
Mrs. Faelder sighed and offered the chicken to Gabby, who shook her head.
"Today, some kid took a poll. I wonder why they keep letting people like that in the office. It was about the possible mutant problems..." Gabby's father started. "Those bastards...freaks; all of them. They should be wiped off the face of the earth." He mumbled. He hated anything that was better than him, Gabby assumed.
"I don't think mutants are that bad, da." Mabel shoved the chicken at Gabby. She had to take it.
Her father glared at her for a moment, and turned to Gabby. He had always favored in a way that both sisters found unfair, and uncomfortable. Neither had the benefit.
"And what do you think, Gabrielle?" His voice was dangerous. He probably thought she would agree with him.
Tough. "I think they're just as human as we are." She looked down, stuffing rice into her open mouth. "And WHAT mutant problem? I don't think anyone would have been hurt if we had just accepted them for what they are. It is our fault for their actions."
"Ah, what do you two know? You're mere children." He waved his hand at them lazily, obviously frustrated. The sisters left the table quickly. He had obviously dismissed them.
"Da seriously needs to stop all this crap about mutants. I don't see any problem." Mabel looked down at her sister from her bed. "Not a big one anyway."
"Some people just do Mabel. They are allowed their own opinion. God made them that way." Gabby hopped into her bed below Mabel. They shared a room. And a bunk.
"Goin' all religious now, are we?" Mabel scoffed. "You believe in people and things too much."
"Hey, someone has to do it." Gabby rolled over. "G'night Mab."
"Night, Gab."
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Gabby arrived at Dr. Levy's door right after school. Her parents were still at work, and Mabel was working on her essays.
The tall man opened the door, and led her to his office in the back. Gabby had been there many times before...and she knew the way, but heck, she was stupid, remember?
The doctor left his door open. Why bother closing it? No one else was home. He didn't even have a wife. He turned to Gabby and smiled.
"So, Gabrielle. Would you like to tell me what has been going on?" He sat at his desk and folded his hands. "Pain, you said?"
"Yes, sir." Gabby looked at her feet. "I thought it was muscles...but it's been happening for a while...and muscle problems would be gone. It's a kind of...I don't know...ripping feeling..." she realized she wasn't making sense and shut up.
"Gabrielle..." How she hated that name..."I would like to tell you something important. It has to do with your disease...it may surprise you. Take a seat."
Gabby was paying attention now. She sat. "My disease is going away?" she asked, ever hopeful. The doctor was grinning broadly.
"No, not quite. I think it has become stronger than ever. But that is not the point. You, my dear..." he pointed at her. "...are now a mutant."
"..."
"Gabrielle?"
"..."
"Gabrielle."
"..."
"GABBY!" Dr. Levy shouted now. He was worried this would happen.
"What..." Gabby stared at the doctor. "...did you do to me?"
"Ah, my dear child. I merely increased the gene's powers from recessive to dominant. You are a carrier of the mutant gene you know. I just learned how I might be able to change you into a full one."
"You've been using me as an experiment?!" Gabby realized what this man had been doing this entire time. But for some reason...she wasn't surprised. "You...sick...bastard."
"No, of course not. I have done no such thing. I have merely been helping humanity grow strong." Levy stood and walked over to the poor girl. She racked her brain. Was this a dream?
She hit her elbow on the chair trying to get up. No...not a dream. "That isn't something for you to decide!" she shrieked. "Not that I have a problem with mutants, mind you..."
"That is why you are all the better for it, my dear." The doctor reached out to her. "I hope you do not mistrust me. Things would become quite complicated."
Not moving, Gabby glared, making the man change his mind about touching her. Her mind was working furiously.
"I must tell you this however...if you run away...which I know you must be considering...the mutation experiment isn't complete...and you are only beginning to change. You may die...but you will certainly perish if you halt the medication suddenly. You're choice."
"What do you mean I might PERISH if I stop taking all those poisons you fed me blindly?!" Finding out she was a mutant wasn't a bad thing, Gabby decided. She happened to admire their powers...and they're fights for their rights. But the fact that this man that she barely knew was EXPERIMENTING on her was an issue. She hoped that whatever her power was, it would be something she could use to blow this fool up. "What I mean is that any body will react violently to becoming a mutant when being human...but I have been fighting the human genes, and if you were to stop fighting it, you would surely begin to reject the mutant genes again and die." The foolish man sat down again and sighed.
Surprisingly, Gabby sat in front of his desk again. "What are my powers? Did you chose them too?"
Startled, Dr. Levy stared at her then shook his head. "No, no. I do not know how. Mutants are all different...similar, but not always exactly the same. I do not know what you will become, though I have an idea. The pain you keep having is indicating a change in your physical structure. That may be your power."
"..." Gabby stood up again. "I will continue taking whatever I must...everything else I decide will come with time. Now I need to sleep on this...goodnight, doctor." She briskly rushed out of the house and half ran to her room. She really needed a nap.
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Gabby met the doctor everyday after school from then on. She began to feel worse, and worse. After a while, Mr. Levy told her parents that it would be best if she didn't go to school, and if she stayed under his care. Not long after, she lost her ability to get out of bed. High fevers followed, and she couldn't sleep without being drugged. Mabel came to visit her sister everyday, her face a bright red, trying hard not to cry in over her twin. After a few months of this went by, Gabby was beginning to have doubts.
"Am I dying?" Gabby rasped out one afternoon, while the older man measured out the amount of pills she would have to swallow that day. It had grown in number considerably, and since she could barely move, she had to swallow them one by one, painfully. Soon, she would have to have the medication injected into her bloodstream.
"No, no, my dear, your body is merely reacting to these drugs and mutations negatively. As long as the right amount of medicine is taken, you'll be fine.
'Merely?!' Gabby thought, unable to say out loud. She was exhausted. Tired, and in pain, she swallowed each of the fourteen pills, regretfully. Then, she slept, dreaming painful, and uncomfortable dreams.
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The pain was now excruciating. Her back was ripping open, her arms were being torn to shreds and her head, oh, how her head screamed as it rang. Gabby was giving up, and quickly. She could no longer scream, she was attached to all sorts of wires and she couldn't sleep. The doctor was also showing signs of worry and doubt, but he was so close, he couldn't stop. Gabby guessed it was like a drug to him, this new created mutation. He was so close.
Gabby was sweating and panting in her bed when her sister came in. She tried to wave, or smile, but the effort was too much.
"Gabby...oh god, Gabby..." Mabel almost sobbed, but sucked it in. "Get better, you hear? Get better so we can go do some shopping or something...I only have a few minutes today. Da and Mom say they don't want me catching anything...they don't want you to go, Gabby. Neither do I. Hurry up and get well..." Mabel held her sister's hand tightly and left the room with a wave and a "see you tomorrow." Levy entered.
"Gabby, I'm proud to tell you that I believe all this pain will be gone soon. The next month or so should be the end of it. I'm injecting your medicine and seeing if I can find any more information. If you feel sick, or want to sleep, I'll be back soon, so don't you fret." The needle went in the girl's arm and Gabby winced. She hated needles, but had gotten used to them by now...oh she was so angry. Angry at the doctor, the world, everything. It was all the cause of her pain...she soon fell asleep.
Gabby woke in the middle of the night, her pain worse. She couldn't take this anymore! She was going to give up...stop the medicine, or kill herself, or maybe-
The pain stopped. Gabby blinked. She opened her mouth, startled. Then, curiosity making the best of her, she tried to lift a finger, then a hand. She lifted her entire arm without complaint. A leg, her neck, soon she was sitting up. Gabby stood slowly, and nothing screamed in pain. Was she dead?
No...no, not yet. Gabby looked around and walked over to the door, where a tall mirror hung. And she screamed. Fur, everywhere...well not everywhere, but there was fur all over her arms, and...did she have bat WINGS?! Gabby glanced down. A furry orange tail, puppy paws and black speckled cat ears on top of her head. Well...Gabby spun around, looking for any new surprises. Great, she had grown spikes on her back...like a lizard.
Was this her mutant-ness, her power? Could she change it? And what would she tell her sister? Trying to test whatever her power might be, Gabby concentrated for a moment, imagining a second tail for herself. Maybe she could change her looks...or something in her mind told her she could...instincts, maybe?
Opening her eyes again, Gabby stared smugly at her new tail. Why wasn't she surprised? Oh well. This was...kinda cool.
((Ok, this chapter is taking WAY to long to write, so I'm making it into two parts to give you something to read while I write the other half. This is so much longer than I thought it would be. Oh, and someone asked if I would have any fighting. The answer, yea, probably. I had a great dream about something like that that would fit my story great. So...enjoy.))
Gabby and Mabel walked home from school, each with a backpack strapped on. They were both about seventeen.
"My gawd...I have to finish three essays by the end of this month, and I have more homework on top of it all! HOW am I going to finish all this crap?!" Mabel rose her hands in the air, aggravated. "Typical that we get so much work just days before our birthday...DAMMIT." She kicked a bottle to the other side of the street.
Gabby sighed. Her sister could be so annoying sometimes...especially with that temper of hers. "If you started earlier, like I did, you might finish without so much stress." She reminded her sister for the fifth time that day.
"Who in their right mind WANTS to do work early?!" Mabel protested. "Who does it PERIOD?!"
"Me?" Gabby suggested. "I happen to like essays. They make you think. Actually use the grey matter in between your ears, Mab."
About to curse her twin off, Mabel stopped, noticing something. Gabby looked up and realized that Dr. Levy, neighbor, good family friend and local doctor was standing merely feet away from the two girls, leaning on his new car. He smiled and waved at the two, urging them to come over. They did.
"Afternoon, Mr. Levy." Gabby nodded politely, hoping her sister wouldn't be rude.
"Same to you, Gabrielle. How have you been? I just got back from vacation...been taking your medicine? Have you been feeling alright?"
Gabby sighed inwardly, but kept a smile plastered on her face. She had been taking her medicine...she wasn't that stupid. It was unbelievable how stupid adults thought their children were. But she had noticed that she was having some problems...
"Ah...well...I've been having some weird sort of pain once in a while...but not to bad. I guessed it was just a cold or something." She murmured.
"You never know, Gabrielle." God, how she hated that name... "Come see me in my office tomorrow, and I'll see if anything's wrong."
Mabel stared at her doctor. She had never liked him much. He thought she was stupid. But last time, she got in trouble for giving him the middle finger, so she kept her comments to herself.
Mabel soon dragged Gabby away, and both sighed, thankful.
"I wish he would tell me what's wrong with me. 'Some disease, that may be harmful to your health,' doesn't really answer my question." Gabby sighed again.
"Whatever." Mabel shook her head. "Does it really matter?"
"No. I guess not."
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Gabby sat on her bed, homework done, and bored to death. She was having pains in her back again. As if something was ripping away at her body. But she assumed she had pulled a muscle or something...but wasn't so sure. Mabel was asleep, taking a nap after her 'hard day' at school. Gabby would have to wake her up soon for dinner. The call from their mother woke her, instead, though. She always had had a shrill, squeaky voice. The two trudged down the stairs, worn out, and hungry.
"How was school today, my angels?" Her father was a middle-aged man, with a larger-than-most-people kind of belly. He dished chicken onto his plate, shoveling as much as he could before his wife glared. "Learn anything new?"
"No dad, school teaches us nothing. We are doomed to be nitwits forever." Mabel snapped, grumpy as always.
"Nothing much, father." Gabby always tried hard to distract their dad. It worked. She kicked Mabel from under the table.
Mrs. Faelder sighed and offered the chicken to Gabby, who shook her head.
"Today, some kid took a poll. I wonder why they keep letting people like that in the office. It was about the possible mutant problems..." Gabby's father started. "Those bastards...freaks; all of them. They should be wiped off the face of the earth." He mumbled. He hated anything that was better than him, Gabby assumed.
"I don't think mutants are that bad, da." Mabel shoved the chicken at Gabby. She had to take it.
Her father glared at her for a moment, and turned to Gabby. He had always favored in a way that both sisters found unfair, and uncomfortable. Neither had the benefit.
"And what do you think, Gabrielle?" His voice was dangerous. He probably thought she would agree with him.
Tough. "I think they're just as human as we are." She looked down, stuffing rice into her open mouth. "And WHAT mutant problem? I don't think anyone would have been hurt if we had just accepted them for what they are. It is our fault for their actions."
"Ah, what do you two know? You're mere children." He waved his hand at them lazily, obviously frustrated. The sisters left the table quickly. He had obviously dismissed them.
"Da seriously needs to stop all this crap about mutants. I don't see any problem." Mabel looked down at her sister from her bed. "Not a big one anyway."
"Some people just do Mabel. They are allowed their own opinion. God made them that way." Gabby hopped into her bed below Mabel. They shared a room. And a bunk.
"Goin' all religious now, are we?" Mabel scoffed. "You believe in people and things too much."
"Hey, someone has to do it." Gabby rolled over. "G'night Mab."
"Night, Gab."
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Gabby arrived at Dr. Levy's door right after school. Her parents were still at work, and Mabel was working on her essays.
The tall man opened the door, and led her to his office in the back. Gabby had been there many times before...and she knew the way, but heck, she was stupid, remember?
The doctor left his door open. Why bother closing it? No one else was home. He didn't even have a wife. He turned to Gabby and smiled.
"So, Gabrielle. Would you like to tell me what has been going on?" He sat at his desk and folded his hands. "Pain, you said?"
"Yes, sir." Gabby looked at her feet. "I thought it was muscles...but it's been happening for a while...and muscle problems would be gone. It's a kind of...I don't know...ripping feeling..." she realized she wasn't making sense and shut up.
"Gabrielle..." How she hated that name..."I would like to tell you something important. It has to do with your disease...it may surprise you. Take a seat."
Gabby was paying attention now. She sat. "My disease is going away?" she asked, ever hopeful. The doctor was grinning broadly.
"No, not quite. I think it has become stronger than ever. But that is not the point. You, my dear..." he pointed at her. "...are now a mutant."
"..."
"Gabrielle?"
"..."
"Gabrielle."
"..."
"GABBY!" Dr. Levy shouted now. He was worried this would happen.
"What..." Gabby stared at the doctor. "...did you do to me?"
"Ah, my dear child. I merely increased the gene's powers from recessive to dominant. You are a carrier of the mutant gene you know. I just learned how I might be able to change you into a full one."
"You've been using me as an experiment?!" Gabby realized what this man had been doing this entire time. But for some reason...she wasn't surprised. "You...sick...bastard."
"No, of course not. I have done no such thing. I have merely been helping humanity grow strong." Levy stood and walked over to the poor girl. She racked her brain. Was this a dream?
She hit her elbow on the chair trying to get up. No...not a dream. "That isn't something for you to decide!" she shrieked. "Not that I have a problem with mutants, mind you..."
"That is why you are all the better for it, my dear." The doctor reached out to her. "I hope you do not mistrust me. Things would become quite complicated."
Not moving, Gabby glared, making the man change his mind about touching her. Her mind was working furiously.
"I must tell you this however...if you run away...which I know you must be considering...the mutation experiment isn't complete...and you are only beginning to change. You may die...but you will certainly perish if you halt the medication suddenly. You're choice."
"What do you mean I might PERISH if I stop taking all those poisons you fed me blindly?!" Finding out she was a mutant wasn't a bad thing, Gabby decided. She happened to admire their powers...and they're fights for their rights. But the fact that this man that she barely knew was EXPERIMENTING on her was an issue. She hoped that whatever her power was, it would be something she could use to blow this fool up. "What I mean is that any body will react violently to becoming a mutant when being human...but I have been fighting the human genes, and if you were to stop fighting it, you would surely begin to reject the mutant genes again and die." The foolish man sat down again and sighed.
Surprisingly, Gabby sat in front of his desk again. "What are my powers? Did you chose them too?"
Startled, Dr. Levy stared at her then shook his head. "No, no. I do not know how. Mutants are all different...similar, but not always exactly the same. I do not know what you will become, though I have an idea. The pain you keep having is indicating a change in your physical structure. That may be your power."
"..." Gabby stood up again. "I will continue taking whatever I must...everything else I decide will come with time. Now I need to sleep on this...goodnight, doctor." She briskly rushed out of the house and half ran to her room. She really needed a nap.
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Gabby met the doctor everyday after school from then on. She began to feel worse, and worse. After a while, Mr. Levy told her parents that it would be best if she didn't go to school, and if she stayed under his care. Not long after, she lost her ability to get out of bed. High fevers followed, and she couldn't sleep without being drugged. Mabel came to visit her sister everyday, her face a bright red, trying hard not to cry in over her twin. After a few months of this went by, Gabby was beginning to have doubts.
"Am I dying?" Gabby rasped out one afternoon, while the older man measured out the amount of pills she would have to swallow that day. It had grown in number considerably, and since she could barely move, she had to swallow them one by one, painfully. Soon, she would have to have the medication injected into her bloodstream.
"No, no, my dear, your body is merely reacting to these drugs and mutations negatively. As long as the right amount of medicine is taken, you'll be fine.
'Merely?!' Gabby thought, unable to say out loud. She was exhausted. Tired, and in pain, she swallowed each of the fourteen pills, regretfully. Then, she slept, dreaming painful, and uncomfortable dreams.
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The pain was now excruciating. Her back was ripping open, her arms were being torn to shreds and her head, oh, how her head screamed as it rang. Gabby was giving up, and quickly. She could no longer scream, she was attached to all sorts of wires and she couldn't sleep. The doctor was also showing signs of worry and doubt, but he was so close, he couldn't stop. Gabby guessed it was like a drug to him, this new created mutation. He was so close.
Gabby was sweating and panting in her bed when her sister came in. She tried to wave, or smile, but the effort was too much.
"Gabby...oh god, Gabby..." Mabel almost sobbed, but sucked it in. "Get better, you hear? Get better so we can go do some shopping or something...I only have a few minutes today. Da and Mom say they don't want me catching anything...they don't want you to go, Gabby. Neither do I. Hurry up and get well..." Mabel held her sister's hand tightly and left the room with a wave and a "see you tomorrow." Levy entered.
"Gabby, I'm proud to tell you that I believe all this pain will be gone soon. The next month or so should be the end of it. I'm injecting your medicine and seeing if I can find any more information. If you feel sick, or want to sleep, I'll be back soon, so don't you fret." The needle went in the girl's arm and Gabby winced. She hated needles, but had gotten used to them by now...oh she was so angry. Angry at the doctor, the world, everything. It was all the cause of her pain...she soon fell asleep.
Gabby woke in the middle of the night, her pain worse. She couldn't take this anymore! She was going to give up...stop the medicine, or kill herself, or maybe-
The pain stopped. Gabby blinked. She opened her mouth, startled. Then, curiosity making the best of her, she tried to lift a finger, then a hand. She lifted her entire arm without complaint. A leg, her neck, soon she was sitting up. Gabby stood slowly, and nothing screamed in pain. Was she dead?
No...no, not yet. Gabby looked around and walked over to the door, where a tall mirror hung. And she screamed. Fur, everywhere...well not everywhere, but there was fur all over her arms, and...did she have bat WINGS?! Gabby glanced down. A furry orange tail, puppy paws and black speckled cat ears on top of her head. Well...Gabby spun around, looking for any new surprises. Great, she had grown spikes on her back...like a lizard.
Was this her mutant-ness, her power? Could she change it? And what would she tell her sister? Trying to test whatever her power might be, Gabby concentrated for a moment, imagining a second tail for herself. Maybe she could change her looks...or something in her mind told her she could...instincts, maybe?
Opening her eyes again, Gabby stared smugly at her new tail. Why wasn't she surprised? Oh well. This was...kinda cool.
((Ok, this chapter is taking WAY to long to write, so I'm making it into two parts to give you something to read while I write the other half. This is so much longer than I thought it would be. Oh, and someone asked if I would have any fighting. The answer, yea, probably. I had a great dream about something like that that would fit my story great. So...enjoy.))