Tori: It doesn't matter at the moment about his full name. And if you don't like it BITE ME. I didn't pay attention in 8th grade because I liked to sleep...it doesn't matter but to make you happy here's a note.
Note: Julius is or was in MONTREL, QUEBEC CANADA! Now leave me alone, Tori or I quit writing.
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Kellie moaned as she came to on one of the most uncomfortable beds she's ever slept on. Her head was pounding and a bandaged covered the torn wound on her bare left shoulder.
"Don't move, Kel. The drugs haven't worn off yet...don't moan like that. Mom and Dad might hear you." Thy shy face of her sixteen-yearold brother, Derek, peered down at her in concern. His dark brown eyes were fixed on her face which was screwed up in a grimace of pain.
"What day is it, Derek?"
"November ninth." His gloved hands helped her into a sitting position on the small bed. "What happened? What's Icon?"
Kellie froze at the word. Icon. Hell on earth for mutants.
"It doesn't matter. Derek, I need you to get my stuff...at least some clothes and uh...my knife. I have to go before any of you get hurt."
"Kellie....."
"Don't argue. Go get the stuff....please."
Derek's footsteps echoed out of the room and up the first set of stairs in the huge mansion. Kellie hesitated then climbed to her feet, swaying slightly, before catching her balance. The pounding ceased but she knew the dizziness was from blood loss; her vision blurred. She made it into the bathroom only to nearly faint at the sight of her reflection. The upper part of her forehead was swollen from injections, her eyes were blood shot without her contacts, and blood soaked the cloth bandage on her shoulder.
"Dammnit,"Kellie muttered through changing the bandage.
"I said don't move."
"And? Give me my clothes."
"Sit down, Kellie."
"Clothes, Derek."
"Sit."
"Clothes."
Derek handed her the clothes after setting down several duffle bags on the floor and a bowl of cereal on the table.
"Hungry?"
"Famished. Where's my gel?" She returned to the bathroom, pulling on a pair of black leather pants and a blue polo shirt from her job at Sonic a couple years back. She slid several spiked black braclets onto her wrists and one around her neck. Her hands shook as she washed her hair and worked it into taunt pink spikes.
Derek didn't move. "Where are you going?"
"I'm not telling you." Kellie sat down and tore into the food he'd brought; it tasted of rubber like most of their mother's food. To her it was heaven.
"I'm your brother, Kellie. Where?"
"Just know I'll be safe. Do you remember the story of the X-men?"
"....Yeah. It's a myth."
"No, it's not. I believe they exist, existed."
"Kellie, this is stupid."
Kellie picked up her bags, dumping the last of the cereal into her mouth before hugging him. "For once let me stupid alone. I love you, Derek."
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"Come on..show message,"Russ coaxed the computer while continuing to type passwords onto the screen. "Show message."
A chatroom popped onto the screen- a private chatroom. Two names are in the "in chat" box- MToynbee and TwistedSlinky. The ones he wanted.
"Thank you."
MToynbee: some street precher.
TwistedSlinky: dead, huh? some woman was here spekaking with Kris and Vel about military school....ain't that nice?
MToynbee: fuck
"Vel..why do I know that name?" Russ stopped reading to scan the registered mutant listings that he'd pulled up. The name pulled up nothing. He tried again. No success. "I'll have to check more later...Vel." He scribbled the name on a sheet of paper nearby.
MToynbee: what?
TwistedSlinky: Tomorrow. Vel made arrangements for an escort to this 'school'. everyone knows what that's code for
MToybee: mutant security camp. What's Satan say?
TwistedSlinky: they're not talking i need to get off bye
-TwistedSlinky has left-
MToynbee: Great job, twisted. get in enough to trouble to override your probation....maybe it's not one of the bad security camps. i'm ranting to an empty room
XgovernOfficial: not empty. What about probation?
Russ couldn't stop himself from asking the question but knew he was screwed after the next message.
-MToynbee has left-
"Damn...my stupid questions." Russ hit the desk with his fist, making several things rattle. A few moments of hacking on the name Toynbee reveal a blank profile except a deceased mutant- Mortimer Toynbee. "How can the dead communicate?"
"Russ!"
He sighed at the sound of his father's voice. "Yeah, Dad?"
"Come down here. There's someone for you here..."
"Great,"he muttered as he exited the government records, hacks, and mutant registration law sections off the screen.
If it's another official asking about the break out I'm going to show them a real mutant's power...I don't know anything that they'll be learning. So what if someone helped a mutant escape? I commend them.
"You wanted something?"Russ asked upon entering the room with his I'm-a-good-little-boy grin firmly in place.
His father and the woman with him looks up. The woman's hair was the first thing he noticed; brown with two white streaks at the front, framing her pale face. Jean, an army green button down shirt, and sunglasses conver everything else about her.
"Russ, this is Andrea LeBeau. Ms. LeBeau, this is my son, Russ."
Andrea LeBeau stood and shook his hand. Her grip was firm for her size though she was apparantly trying to keep it gentle.
"Hey...is there something you need, Dad?"
"Andrea's here about another branch of Icon that they need people for. You were recommended."
Russ cursed as the apple in his hand began to glow black. He placed it behind his back, hoping the LeBeau woman wouldn't see it. Icon was against mutants of all forms unless they were controlled by 'the chip'.
Andrea studied him openly for a moment. "Your son's perfect for this branch. Have him ready tomorrow. Good day, Mr. Collins, Russ."
Her footsteps faded out the door and vanished. He turned on his father instantly, fighting the urge to again charge the now normal apple. His fury was evident with the darkening of his eyes.
"How dare you! I don't want another branch. I'm fine here."
"It's done, Russ. Go upstairs and pack...now."
"The hell I will!"
"Fine. Back on our own time...I'm going to have a drink."
"Dad..."
Russ watched his father walk away from him with a mixture of hate and grief. In his nineteen years his father had never walked away from him.
"Why now?"
He knew what he would do. It might stop his campaign for mutant rights but he would do it. Andrea LeBeau had better prepare. Mutant or not mutant he was going to raise hell.
"Time to play."
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"Tara, come in here!"
Tara clicked the off button on her tv, shoving her papers and books into her binder. She walks out of her bedroom and into the living room. "Yes, Daniel, Allie?"
"We wanted to talk about enrolling you in a new school,"Daniel said, motioning to one of the chairs beside him and across from her foster brother, Michael. "It's specifically for people like you."
Tara stared at him. "What do you mean 'people like me'? Mutants?"
"Yes...those. It's a school for mutants. Daniel will be taking you tonight. You'll get there sometime tomorrow. Right, dear?" Allie squeezed her husband's hand. Her gesture was affectionate, much more affectionate then she'd ever been toward Tara.
Sending me away. They're sending me away. Why does that suprise me? She blinks to clear the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She continues to watch them, waiting.
"How long will I stay there?"
Michael looked up, briefly from the book he'd been reading. His smirk was one that said he was glad to see her go.
I knew I shouldn't have lied to him so much....
"Well, for the moment...we're looking at how it helps you. It may become permanent."
Tara wasn't suprised at the words. It was the third time she's heard them. It may become permanent. Who wanted to raise a mutant that looked more like a frog then a human?
"Fine...I'll go pack."
"That would do well, Tara."
She closed the bedroom door after entering and began throwing her stuff into a bag. It wasn't so bad at least she didn't have to put up with the constant taunts of 'mutie' 'freak' and others that could be created by her classmates.
"Good riddance in my opinion....about time, too."
Note: Julius is or was in MONTREL, QUEBEC CANADA! Now leave me alone, Tori or I quit writing.
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Kellie moaned as she came to on one of the most uncomfortable beds she's ever slept on. Her head was pounding and a bandaged covered the torn wound on her bare left shoulder.
"Don't move, Kel. The drugs haven't worn off yet...don't moan like that. Mom and Dad might hear you." Thy shy face of her sixteen-yearold brother, Derek, peered down at her in concern. His dark brown eyes were fixed on her face which was screwed up in a grimace of pain.
"What day is it, Derek?"
"November ninth." His gloved hands helped her into a sitting position on the small bed. "What happened? What's Icon?"
Kellie froze at the word. Icon. Hell on earth for mutants.
"It doesn't matter. Derek, I need you to get my stuff...at least some clothes and uh...my knife. I have to go before any of you get hurt."
"Kellie....."
"Don't argue. Go get the stuff....please."
Derek's footsteps echoed out of the room and up the first set of stairs in the huge mansion. Kellie hesitated then climbed to her feet, swaying slightly, before catching her balance. The pounding ceased but she knew the dizziness was from blood loss; her vision blurred. She made it into the bathroom only to nearly faint at the sight of her reflection. The upper part of her forehead was swollen from injections, her eyes were blood shot without her contacts, and blood soaked the cloth bandage on her shoulder.
"Dammnit,"Kellie muttered through changing the bandage.
"I said don't move."
"And? Give me my clothes."
"Sit down, Kellie."
"Clothes, Derek."
"Sit."
"Clothes."
Derek handed her the clothes after setting down several duffle bags on the floor and a bowl of cereal on the table.
"Hungry?"
"Famished. Where's my gel?" She returned to the bathroom, pulling on a pair of black leather pants and a blue polo shirt from her job at Sonic a couple years back. She slid several spiked black braclets onto her wrists and one around her neck. Her hands shook as she washed her hair and worked it into taunt pink spikes.
Derek didn't move. "Where are you going?"
"I'm not telling you." Kellie sat down and tore into the food he'd brought; it tasted of rubber like most of their mother's food. To her it was heaven.
"I'm your brother, Kellie. Where?"
"Just know I'll be safe. Do you remember the story of the X-men?"
"....Yeah. It's a myth."
"No, it's not. I believe they exist, existed."
"Kellie, this is stupid."
Kellie picked up her bags, dumping the last of the cereal into her mouth before hugging him. "For once let me stupid alone. I love you, Derek."
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"Come on..show message,"Russ coaxed the computer while continuing to type passwords onto the screen. "Show message."
A chatroom popped onto the screen- a private chatroom. Two names are in the "in chat" box- MToynbee and TwistedSlinky. The ones he wanted.
"Thank you."
MToynbee: some street precher.
TwistedSlinky: dead, huh? some woman was here spekaking with Kris and Vel about military school....ain't that nice?
MToynbee: fuck
"Vel..why do I know that name?" Russ stopped reading to scan the registered mutant listings that he'd pulled up. The name pulled up nothing. He tried again. No success. "I'll have to check more later...Vel." He scribbled the name on a sheet of paper nearby.
MToynbee: what?
TwistedSlinky: Tomorrow. Vel made arrangements for an escort to this 'school'. everyone knows what that's code for
MToybee: mutant security camp. What's Satan say?
TwistedSlinky: they're not talking i need to get off bye
-TwistedSlinky has left-
MToynbee: Great job, twisted. get in enough to trouble to override your probation....maybe it's not one of the bad security camps. i'm ranting to an empty room
XgovernOfficial: not empty. What about probation?
Russ couldn't stop himself from asking the question but knew he was screwed after the next message.
-MToynbee has left-
"Damn...my stupid questions." Russ hit the desk with his fist, making several things rattle. A few moments of hacking on the name Toynbee reveal a blank profile except a deceased mutant- Mortimer Toynbee. "How can the dead communicate?"
"Russ!"
He sighed at the sound of his father's voice. "Yeah, Dad?"
"Come down here. There's someone for you here..."
"Great,"he muttered as he exited the government records, hacks, and mutant registration law sections off the screen.
If it's another official asking about the break out I'm going to show them a real mutant's power...I don't know anything that they'll be learning. So what if someone helped a mutant escape? I commend them.
"You wanted something?"Russ asked upon entering the room with his I'm-a-good-little-boy grin firmly in place.
His father and the woman with him looks up. The woman's hair was the first thing he noticed; brown with two white streaks at the front, framing her pale face. Jean, an army green button down shirt, and sunglasses conver everything else about her.
"Russ, this is Andrea LeBeau. Ms. LeBeau, this is my son, Russ."
Andrea LeBeau stood and shook his hand. Her grip was firm for her size though she was apparantly trying to keep it gentle.
"Hey...is there something you need, Dad?"
"Andrea's here about another branch of Icon that they need people for. You were recommended."
Russ cursed as the apple in his hand began to glow black. He placed it behind his back, hoping the LeBeau woman wouldn't see it. Icon was against mutants of all forms unless they were controlled by 'the chip'.
Andrea studied him openly for a moment. "Your son's perfect for this branch. Have him ready tomorrow. Good day, Mr. Collins, Russ."
Her footsteps faded out the door and vanished. He turned on his father instantly, fighting the urge to again charge the now normal apple. His fury was evident with the darkening of his eyes.
"How dare you! I don't want another branch. I'm fine here."
"It's done, Russ. Go upstairs and pack...now."
"The hell I will!"
"Fine. Back on our own time...I'm going to have a drink."
"Dad..."
Russ watched his father walk away from him with a mixture of hate and grief. In his nineteen years his father had never walked away from him.
"Why now?"
He knew what he would do. It might stop his campaign for mutant rights but he would do it. Andrea LeBeau had better prepare. Mutant or not mutant he was going to raise hell.
"Time to play."
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"Tara, come in here!"
Tara clicked the off button on her tv, shoving her papers and books into her binder. She walks out of her bedroom and into the living room. "Yes, Daniel, Allie?"
"We wanted to talk about enrolling you in a new school,"Daniel said, motioning to one of the chairs beside him and across from her foster brother, Michael. "It's specifically for people like you."
Tara stared at him. "What do you mean 'people like me'? Mutants?"
"Yes...those. It's a school for mutants. Daniel will be taking you tonight. You'll get there sometime tomorrow. Right, dear?" Allie squeezed her husband's hand. Her gesture was affectionate, much more affectionate then she'd ever been toward Tara.
Sending me away. They're sending me away. Why does that suprise me? She blinks to clear the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She continues to watch them, waiting.
"How long will I stay there?"
Michael looked up, briefly from the book he'd been reading. His smirk was one that said he was glad to see her go.
I knew I shouldn't have lied to him so much....
"Well, for the moment...we're looking at how it helps you. It may become permanent."
Tara wasn't suprised at the words. It was the third time she's heard them. It may become permanent. Who wanted to raise a mutant that looked more like a frog then a human?
"Fine...I'll go pack."
"That would do well, Tara."
She closed the bedroom door after entering and began throwing her stuff into a bag. It wasn't so bad at least she didn't have to put up with the constant taunts of 'mutie' 'freak' and others that could be created by her classmates.
"Good riddance in my opinion....about time, too."