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Enjoy chapter four! ------------------------------
The Diner
I stepped out of the diner; a warm breeze blew over my face blowing my long chestnut hair behind. I stepped down the stairs of the diner, in which I had been working in for over a week and I had just finished my pay. One meal a day. It wasn't much and barely satisfied my hunger, you could see I was growing thinner and looked extremely fragile, which I would normally be, but for some reason I wasn't...
A chilling wind had now drained out the warmth it normally held, warning of the approaching night that were unusually cold. I sighed 'another sleepless night ahead' I thought to myself, just after thinking that I remembered some of the 'sympathy' tips I had received from kind customers. Reaching into the pant pockets I pulled out the coins and small amounts of notes. I stopped walking up the street and began counting my tips...
'Enough for a room for 1 night' I announced in my head to myself after counting my tips.. 'finally...'
At that I turned around back towards the direction of the diner, turning the corner and heading towards a cheap motel, which I planned to stay at for the night...
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When I had payed the man at the front desk I began to walk down the hallway towards my room with the key in one hand and my other over my stomach...
The hallway was plain, the cheapo wallpaper had been ripped and was falling to pecies, the ground was bare cement covered in stains and dirt from outside, I didn't even want to know where the stains came from I just wanted to get into the room and have a shower...
I stopped in a mid step when I passed a door with a faded number painted onto it, I looked from the door number to the key they both read '10'. So naturally I slotted the key into the keyhole and turned it, which unlocked the door, I pushed inwards on the old wooden door and the door swung open revealing a very ordinary type motel room.
I shuffled into the room, shutting the door behind me, making sure I took out the keys and locked it before I relaxed slightly. I spun around to get a better look at the room, there wasn't anything 'special' about it, merely plain and ordinary. A dresser table next to the double bed, a small wardrobe, chair, TV cabinet with a small 34cm TV sitting oddly ontop of the Cabinet.
After observing the room over once I made my way to another door across the room, which I suspected lead into the bathroom. When I opened I saw a run down and hardly washed bathroom, my eyes glanced around the room and fixed on the shower a look longingness filled my eyes, I couldn't remember the last time I actually had one...I couldn't remember much anyway. Quickly and without heist I undressed and stepped into the shower, turning on both the hot and cold taps, warm water ran over my body, flowing over my curves smoothly....
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I felt refreshed...renewed...reborn.
Sitting on the soft matrass I felt insecure in the motel room, frequently glancing towards the door to make sure it was still locked, I was mainly concerned about someone actually knowing me and that wants me dead.... But...the problem is I didn't know...I didn't know what they did or could have done.... Was this a whole set up? I'm not sure...I'm never sure...not anymore...
I had looked in the mirror after my warm refreshing shower, and I WAS older...I wasn't the same...more mature looking...I wasn't 18' I told myself time and time again...that homeless girl was right...how long had I been...there...
I sighed softly. My eyes growing heavier the more I thought, glancing at the clock it said '8pm' I yawned, and as tiredness took over I slumped on the bed and sleep took over me...
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The Soft chirping and the songs of early rising birds woke me from my shallow slumber which I had learned how to do. No light filtered through the shut curtains, although I knew the time of day, the same birds rose and began singing at the exact time, everyday. They're my alarm clock, if you'd call them that with such a pleasant tune, it was nice to wake up and hear something sweet...and forget about the bad things in life... That feeling soon drained itself from me when I came back to reality. The clock read 5:30am, 'time to get ready' I thought, getting up slowly from the soft mattress, I moaned when I realised my back was stiff as stone, 'darn mattress' I cursed. Bending backwards slightly I heared a slight crack then I straightened up and hurriedly got ready for work at the diner...
After I had left the room the way I found it and dropped the keys at the front desk, which was unoccupied at this time of day, I headed for the diner. This morning felt different...stranger, something was coming and I could feel it...What was it? What is it? Entering the diner, which only had a couple of people who looked either tired or the homeless kind. Although I felt slightly sorry for them I wasn't much different...but some would consider me very 'different'
I was greeted by a warm smile from one of the workers, I returned her smile but it faded when I saw the main waitress in charge, she wasn't nice to any of the workers...she was simply a perfectionist, which got on my nerves regularly...she needed to relax once in a while.
The morning buzz wasn't as busy as I expected on a Sunday. Last Sunday I was on the third day of working here and it was the busiest of any day of the week...but this Sunday it was different...like the feeling I got outside...
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I had been working for hours by now and the clock that hangs above the bench on the wall behind the counter read '7:30am'. Sighing again as a made up another batch of coffee I heard the familiar 2 dings of the bell when someone entered, I looked up from the coffee and what I saw made me stare at the group... I watched them stroll over casually, three girls that looked younger than me whispered and giggled among themselves, one boy that looked around the girls ages walked slightly behind them rolling his eyes and shaking his head occasionally. Then a male much older then the 4 others. I stared at him, he must be older than me, but not by much. He looked so familiar, his appearance...his eyes. I looked away quickly as he turned his head in my direction. Someone beside me nudged my side slightly; I turned towards them and saw the head waitress frowning at me questionably...
"Hurry up with the coffee would you," she said impatiently, waiting for me to finish making it.
I handed her the jug of coffee, she took it quickly but before she walked off she ordered me to get the new customers their orders...
I gulped, fearful of having to take the orders of customers meals, most were insulted by me only because I didn't utter a word...
Slowly I slid around the counter and walked towards the booth the group sat in, my eyes gazing over the whole group. I now stood at the end of the booth with a pad of paper and a pen in hand waiting for them to order their breakfast meal. I resisted the urge to look at the man who looked so familiar to me.
"I'll have bacon, eggs –scrabbled-, on toast...oh and some coffee" the boy said, I nodded and wrote it down. I then looked up to the 3-whispering girls... "Toast and a chocolate milkshake" one of the girls said, she had two white streaks among her long brown hair which struck me as odd... "Make that 3" the other two said in unison, then the 3 broke out into giggles, I rolled my eyes at them and wrote down their orders. Then fearfully looked at the male, who was looking through the menu, his face hidden by it... "The lot" he said simply...his voice deep, I nodded and wrote his order, glancing back up to him as he lowered the menu. I swiftly took the menus from them and hurriedly rushed away to put their orders into the kitchen cooks....
When I was standing behind the counter again filling up the coffee I couldn't help but look to the group, the man was silent until he said something to one of the others, his facial expression was not a kind one... He had felt my gaze apon him and he turned his head in my direction...our eyes locked...Then I remembered...the night...a station...his truck... I dragged my gaze away quickly as I remembered that night; I looked down and never looked towards his direction agian...
I hadn't made any eye contact with the group...I didn't even walk out of the counter, the other 2 had to wait the tables and take out the customers orders...I only filled up the coffee jugs that were placed near me, empty.
The doors familiar dings rang, and for once I looked up my eyes filling with curiosity...they seemed like they were looking for someone, they scanned the entire diner stearnly although they didn't lock their gaze apon me...not yet anyway. The head waitress had nudged me again to make me go take the orders of the new customers; I shook my head as a firm no.
"Geezzz...you do nothing around here!" she said with annoyance thoughout her voice, she then stormed off and took the orders of the new customers...
The gruff looking man that was familiar to me had also looked to the new group of four men, I could have sworn I heard him growl. But I quickly pushed that aside...
I had gathered my courage soon after when I was told to take the plates of food over to the table with the four men...I was threatened that I'd loose my job if I didn't do something quick. So I obeyed their orders as much as I hated It.. I almost raced to their table placing their plates infront on each of them. Then as I came to placing the last one down my eyes went to the back of one the mans neck he has something tattooed which she knew of...they were from...
I jumped slightly as the one I was closest to grabbed my arm, I gasped softly, a growl grew deep in the mans throat "you smell good" the man growled. I pulled away violently, racing for the counter my heart pounding in my ears, as fear grew inside me...
I had to leave...NOW!
I hurriedly took off the apron...
"What are you doing?" one of the waitress asked.
'I'm getting out of here' I thought in my head.
My gaze was on the floor as I raced towards the diner exit, I felt eyes on me and heard chairs moving back and people getting up...my breathing increased...I had nothing to defend myself with...nothing!
Logan POV
As we walked into the diner, bobby, rogue, kitty, jubilee and I after a trip up north, the three girls giggled together, like usual and bobby lagging behind them rolling his eyes. The arguments he has with the others amuses me slightly, as all fighting does even with one-eye... I sniffed the air...the smell of lavender filled my senses...it's a scent I have smelt before. Then I could fell eyes gazing at me, I looked up and glazed in the direction...a waitress stood there her face down concentrating on something else... 'She looks familiar...and smells familiar' I thought. As we sat down the service came quickly as a waitress came to take our orders almost instantly, I was looking at the menu while the others ordered their breakfast first, then I felt her eyes on me, her lavender scent was strong, but I still couldn't place it. I ordered the lot, which was a combination of everything...almost everything. I watched the women hurry back to the counter, her movements were clear that she was uncomfortable.
"Logan?" Rogue questioned "What?" I growled. "Did you have a good time?" kitty continued. "We did!" kitty and jubilee said in unison patting their shopping bags. I rolled my eyes at them, no matter how hard anyone trys'; girls are a mystery....
Eyes burned into me again this time I looked up sharply and I meet eyes with the women who smelled of lavender, I remembered her instantly...it had to be 5 or 6 years ago when I saw her in a store...before I meet the x-men and rogue. She looked away quickly just like the first time I locked eyes with her, and she still didn't utter a word... Only moments later 4 rough looking men around my age or younger came into the diner, I looked to them when I felt the aroma around them, they certainly weren't nice, I got the impression they were bad news...so I growled at them, glaring at them constantly. Then when I saw them grab the womens' arm that's when I stood up and was ready to defend this women, no one should grab a women like that...not when I'm around... "What is it?" rogue asked looking concerned at logan then she looked to the scene before them..."Oh" she said in acknowledgment. As the women raced out a gust of wind flowing behind her the group of four men stood in unison from their chairs as if controlled or on a mission and quickly followed after the women. Vigorous looks painted their faces... I stalked after them....
My characters POV
I Glanced behind me and I saw them coming after me, my eyes filled with fear and rage. One grabbed my arm and swung me around twisting my arm behind my back I could feel his breath on me, his cold breath. "Well fancy seeing you here..." He said coldly. The others came up behind the main man, "Finally found you...now to finish our..." he stopped as he saw the look now filling my eyes, it was not of fear...no not of fear...but of rage...
Enjoy chapter four! ------------------------------
The Diner
I stepped out of the diner; a warm breeze blew over my face blowing my long chestnut hair behind. I stepped down the stairs of the diner, in which I had been working in for over a week and I had just finished my pay. One meal a day. It wasn't much and barely satisfied my hunger, you could see I was growing thinner and looked extremely fragile, which I would normally be, but for some reason I wasn't...
A chilling wind had now drained out the warmth it normally held, warning of the approaching night that were unusually cold. I sighed 'another sleepless night ahead' I thought to myself, just after thinking that I remembered some of the 'sympathy' tips I had received from kind customers. Reaching into the pant pockets I pulled out the coins and small amounts of notes. I stopped walking up the street and began counting my tips...
'Enough for a room for 1 night' I announced in my head to myself after counting my tips.. 'finally...'
At that I turned around back towards the direction of the diner, turning the corner and heading towards a cheap motel, which I planned to stay at for the night...
----
When I had payed the man at the front desk I began to walk down the hallway towards my room with the key in one hand and my other over my stomach...
The hallway was plain, the cheapo wallpaper had been ripped and was falling to pecies, the ground was bare cement covered in stains and dirt from outside, I didn't even want to know where the stains came from I just wanted to get into the room and have a shower...
I stopped in a mid step when I passed a door with a faded number painted onto it, I looked from the door number to the key they both read '10'. So naturally I slotted the key into the keyhole and turned it, which unlocked the door, I pushed inwards on the old wooden door and the door swung open revealing a very ordinary type motel room.
I shuffled into the room, shutting the door behind me, making sure I took out the keys and locked it before I relaxed slightly. I spun around to get a better look at the room, there wasn't anything 'special' about it, merely plain and ordinary. A dresser table next to the double bed, a small wardrobe, chair, TV cabinet with a small 34cm TV sitting oddly ontop of the Cabinet.
After observing the room over once I made my way to another door across the room, which I suspected lead into the bathroom. When I opened I saw a run down and hardly washed bathroom, my eyes glanced around the room and fixed on the shower a look longingness filled my eyes, I couldn't remember the last time I actually had one...I couldn't remember much anyway. Quickly and without heist I undressed and stepped into the shower, turning on both the hot and cold taps, warm water ran over my body, flowing over my curves smoothly....
--
I felt refreshed...renewed...reborn.
Sitting on the soft matrass I felt insecure in the motel room, frequently glancing towards the door to make sure it was still locked, I was mainly concerned about someone actually knowing me and that wants me dead.... But...the problem is I didn't know...I didn't know what they did or could have done.... Was this a whole set up? I'm not sure...I'm never sure...not anymore...
I had looked in the mirror after my warm refreshing shower, and I WAS older...I wasn't the same...more mature looking...I wasn't 18' I told myself time and time again...that homeless girl was right...how long had I been...there...
I sighed softly. My eyes growing heavier the more I thought, glancing at the clock it said '8pm' I yawned, and as tiredness took over I slumped on the bed and sleep took over me...
------
The Soft chirping and the songs of early rising birds woke me from my shallow slumber which I had learned how to do. No light filtered through the shut curtains, although I knew the time of day, the same birds rose and began singing at the exact time, everyday. They're my alarm clock, if you'd call them that with such a pleasant tune, it was nice to wake up and hear something sweet...and forget about the bad things in life... That feeling soon drained itself from me when I came back to reality. The clock read 5:30am, 'time to get ready' I thought, getting up slowly from the soft mattress, I moaned when I realised my back was stiff as stone, 'darn mattress' I cursed. Bending backwards slightly I heared a slight crack then I straightened up and hurriedly got ready for work at the diner...
After I had left the room the way I found it and dropped the keys at the front desk, which was unoccupied at this time of day, I headed for the diner. This morning felt different...stranger, something was coming and I could feel it...What was it? What is it? Entering the diner, which only had a couple of people who looked either tired or the homeless kind. Although I felt slightly sorry for them I wasn't much different...but some would consider me very 'different'
I was greeted by a warm smile from one of the workers, I returned her smile but it faded when I saw the main waitress in charge, she wasn't nice to any of the workers...she was simply a perfectionist, which got on my nerves regularly...she needed to relax once in a while.
The morning buzz wasn't as busy as I expected on a Sunday. Last Sunday I was on the third day of working here and it was the busiest of any day of the week...but this Sunday it was different...like the feeling I got outside...
----
I had been working for hours by now and the clock that hangs above the bench on the wall behind the counter read '7:30am'. Sighing again as a made up another batch of coffee I heard the familiar 2 dings of the bell when someone entered, I looked up from the coffee and what I saw made me stare at the group... I watched them stroll over casually, three girls that looked younger than me whispered and giggled among themselves, one boy that looked around the girls ages walked slightly behind them rolling his eyes and shaking his head occasionally. Then a male much older then the 4 others. I stared at him, he must be older than me, but not by much. He looked so familiar, his appearance...his eyes. I looked away quickly as he turned his head in my direction. Someone beside me nudged my side slightly; I turned towards them and saw the head waitress frowning at me questionably...
"Hurry up with the coffee would you," she said impatiently, waiting for me to finish making it.
I handed her the jug of coffee, she took it quickly but before she walked off she ordered me to get the new customers their orders...
I gulped, fearful of having to take the orders of customers meals, most were insulted by me only because I didn't utter a word...
Slowly I slid around the counter and walked towards the booth the group sat in, my eyes gazing over the whole group. I now stood at the end of the booth with a pad of paper and a pen in hand waiting for them to order their breakfast meal. I resisted the urge to look at the man who looked so familiar to me.
"I'll have bacon, eggs –scrabbled-, on toast...oh and some coffee" the boy said, I nodded and wrote it down. I then looked up to the 3-whispering girls... "Toast and a chocolate milkshake" one of the girls said, she had two white streaks among her long brown hair which struck me as odd... "Make that 3" the other two said in unison, then the 3 broke out into giggles, I rolled my eyes at them and wrote down their orders. Then fearfully looked at the male, who was looking through the menu, his face hidden by it... "The lot" he said simply...his voice deep, I nodded and wrote his order, glancing back up to him as he lowered the menu. I swiftly took the menus from them and hurriedly rushed away to put their orders into the kitchen cooks....
When I was standing behind the counter again filling up the coffee I couldn't help but look to the group, the man was silent until he said something to one of the others, his facial expression was not a kind one... He had felt my gaze apon him and he turned his head in my direction...our eyes locked...Then I remembered...the night...a station...his truck... I dragged my gaze away quickly as I remembered that night; I looked down and never looked towards his direction agian...
I hadn't made any eye contact with the group...I didn't even walk out of the counter, the other 2 had to wait the tables and take out the customers orders...I only filled up the coffee jugs that were placed near me, empty.
The doors familiar dings rang, and for once I looked up my eyes filling with curiosity...they seemed like they were looking for someone, they scanned the entire diner stearnly although they didn't lock their gaze apon me...not yet anyway. The head waitress had nudged me again to make me go take the orders of the new customers; I shook my head as a firm no.
"Geezzz...you do nothing around here!" she said with annoyance thoughout her voice, she then stormed off and took the orders of the new customers...
The gruff looking man that was familiar to me had also looked to the new group of four men, I could have sworn I heard him growl. But I quickly pushed that aside...
I had gathered my courage soon after when I was told to take the plates of food over to the table with the four men...I was threatened that I'd loose my job if I didn't do something quick. So I obeyed their orders as much as I hated It.. I almost raced to their table placing their plates infront on each of them. Then as I came to placing the last one down my eyes went to the back of one the mans neck he has something tattooed which she knew of...they were from...
I jumped slightly as the one I was closest to grabbed my arm, I gasped softly, a growl grew deep in the mans throat "you smell good" the man growled. I pulled away violently, racing for the counter my heart pounding in my ears, as fear grew inside me...
I had to leave...NOW!
I hurriedly took off the apron...
"What are you doing?" one of the waitress asked.
'I'm getting out of here' I thought in my head.
My gaze was on the floor as I raced towards the diner exit, I felt eyes on me and heard chairs moving back and people getting up...my breathing increased...I had nothing to defend myself with...nothing!
Logan POV
As we walked into the diner, bobby, rogue, kitty, jubilee and I after a trip up north, the three girls giggled together, like usual and bobby lagging behind them rolling his eyes. The arguments he has with the others amuses me slightly, as all fighting does even with one-eye... I sniffed the air...the smell of lavender filled my senses...it's a scent I have smelt before. Then I could fell eyes gazing at me, I looked up and glazed in the direction...a waitress stood there her face down concentrating on something else... 'She looks familiar...and smells familiar' I thought. As we sat down the service came quickly as a waitress came to take our orders almost instantly, I was looking at the menu while the others ordered their breakfast first, then I felt her eyes on me, her lavender scent was strong, but I still couldn't place it. I ordered the lot, which was a combination of everything...almost everything. I watched the women hurry back to the counter, her movements were clear that she was uncomfortable.
"Logan?" Rogue questioned "What?" I growled. "Did you have a good time?" kitty continued. "We did!" kitty and jubilee said in unison patting their shopping bags. I rolled my eyes at them, no matter how hard anyone trys'; girls are a mystery....
Eyes burned into me again this time I looked up sharply and I meet eyes with the women who smelled of lavender, I remembered her instantly...it had to be 5 or 6 years ago when I saw her in a store...before I meet the x-men and rogue. She looked away quickly just like the first time I locked eyes with her, and she still didn't utter a word... Only moments later 4 rough looking men around my age or younger came into the diner, I looked to them when I felt the aroma around them, they certainly weren't nice, I got the impression they were bad news...so I growled at them, glaring at them constantly. Then when I saw them grab the womens' arm that's when I stood up and was ready to defend this women, no one should grab a women like that...not when I'm around... "What is it?" rogue asked looking concerned at logan then she looked to the scene before them..."Oh" she said in acknowledgment. As the women raced out a gust of wind flowing behind her the group of four men stood in unison from their chairs as if controlled or on a mission and quickly followed after the women. Vigorous looks painted their faces... I stalked after them....
My characters POV
I Glanced behind me and I saw them coming after me, my eyes filled with fear and rage. One grabbed my arm and swung me around twisting my arm behind my back I could feel his breath on me, his cold breath. "Well fancy seeing you here..." He said coldly. The others came up behind the main man, "Finally found you...now to finish our..." he stopped as he saw the look now filling my eyes, it was not of fear...no not of fear...but of rage...