FRIENDLY CONVERSATION
Revolution held tightly onto Jesse's hand as they walked slowly into Sanctuary.
"Rev!" yelled Brennan.
"Riley!" yelled Shalimar.
They were so excited to see her. It would be nice to have someone around who was at times as wild as they were.
"What happened?" asked Adam noticing the tired, sad looks in their eyes.
Emma wiped a tear from her eye and looked at Jesse. "Well," exclaimed Jesse "We saw Angela at the airport and offered to give her a ride back to her loft..."
"She should be returning from the mutant viruses conference in Orlando,"Adam nodded.
"When we got to the loft," continued Jesse, "the whole thing was on fire."
"Oh.My.God," whispered Shalimar "Allison...is she?"
Emma looked at Shalimar and nodded sadly.
The feral placed a hand to her mouth in shock.
"Where's Angela?" asked Adam, his voice thick with worry.
"She flew off when we got here." said Emma.
Adam looked at Revolution. "Do you think you could...." he started.
"Sure, I'll go find her," replied Revolution.
Floating around the mountain top, Revolution pulled her jacket tighter around her as the wind blew. "I swear I've passed that same rock ten times," she whispered "Where the hell is she?"
Hearing the flapping of wings above her head, she sees the large shadow of a bird cloud the sky.
"Bingo", she whispered and propelled herself to the highest point of the hill.
Angela perched on a twisted tree trunk, watching the sun go down. She folded her wings, enveloping her body to protect it against the cold and the wind.
"Hey, kid?" asked Revolution. "You all right?"
Angela turned her head, looked at the girl Revolution and went back to watch the sunset. It'd been a long time since anyone called her "kid".
"Fine. You mind if I sit out here with you? Adam isn't big on me smoking in the homestead." she exclaimed pulling a lighter and cigarettes from her pocket.
"Suit yourself, it's a free country."
"Sure," replied Revolution, sliding her hands into her pockets.
"Revolution... What a nickname..."
She smiled. "My first boss gave it to me," she replied laughing slightly.
"Mind giving me one of those?" asked Angela, pointing to Rev's cigarette.
She handed her a cigarette and the lighter. "So...not to be rude...but what is your mutation?" she asked sitting on a rock.
Lighting the cigarette with the slight cough of an ex-smoker, Angela answered matter-of-factly. "I'm a feral. Actually, I'm a hybrid, not a new mutant. My genes have stabilized."
"Must be nice," exclaimed Revolution, her thoughts drifting to her own constant mutations
Angela laughed without any humor and showed her ugly taloned hands and feet to the younger mutant. "Not really. Do I look nice?"
"I mean nice as in knowing that this is how its going to be, that fate isn't gonna say hey you're having fun, lets give you something else to screw up your life."
Angela dragged the cigarette smoked deep to her lungs. "Yes, this is pretty definitive. I'll never be anything else but a freak, just like my father used to call me three times a day."
"Mine just sent me away, to be tortured and experimented on," whispered Revolution not realizing that she had said it louder than intended.
The winged woman tore her eyes from the sunset and looked at the girl. She had been right. This one had seen a lot, suffered a lot and survived a lot. "Tell me. It seems we have things in common."
"My parents sent me to Genomex when I was 9 for 'treatments', which was the cute name they gave to a experiment into the healing process of Psionic mutants. We were cut, beaten, our bones broken and much, much worse."
"I was luckier," said Angela. "My father just never looked at me. Never talked to me. And I attended a regular school. Looking like this. His brainstorm, you know? She's a freak, lets make her a cripple."
"I never finished high school," sighed Rev, shivering. The mountain top is cold and windy.
"You cold?" asked Angela.
"Sort of."
"Come here." Revolution floated to the tree where Angela was perching. The winged woman unfolded her wings and draped them around Revolution. "You're young, you have time. But you don't really need it, do you? I mean, formal education."
"Never really thought about it." Inside Angela's wings it was warm and cozy.
"Yeah... You're lucky about one thing, though..." Angela's eyes filled with tears. "Love is a rare commodity, Rev. In my case, even more so. Stick to it. Never let go..."
'Oh, God,' thought Revolution, 'She's crying. What do I do?' She reached over and rather pathetically patted Angela's shoulder.
The feral hybrid smiled through the tears. "Thanks, I'm fine. I had to fly, you know. Flight heals me. It renovates me... It's just that I was hurting so much..." She sighed. It felt oddly comfortable to confide in the young, wild psonic. "I loved her, Rev. Allison... We were more than just roommates. She offered me love and I took it. It lasted a little over one year, but I was never so happy. And now... it's over."
"We'll find who did this, I promise and I never revoke a promise," said the fierce, determined girl.
"I believe you... Revolution... I really do." They turned to the blazing sun that turned Stormking into a mystic realm. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Guess..." answered Revolution with a large smiled that brightened her eyes. "Nature ain't really my thing."
"It is mine, Revolution," Angela smiled back. "It is mine. Lets get inside."
Revolution held tightly onto Jesse's hand as they walked slowly into Sanctuary.
"Rev!" yelled Brennan.
"Riley!" yelled Shalimar.
They were so excited to see her. It would be nice to have someone around who was at times as wild as they were.
"What happened?" asked Adam noticing the tired, sad looks in their eyes.
Emma wiped a tear from her eye and looked at Jesse. "Well," exclaimed Jesse "We saw Angela at the airport and offered to give her a ride back to her loft..."
"She should be returning from the mutant viruses conference in Orlando,"Adam nodded.
"When we got to the loft," continued Jesse, "the whole thing was on fire."
"Oh.My.God," whispered Shalimar "Allison...is she?"
Emma looked at Shalimar and nodded sadly.
The feral placed a hand to her mouth in shock.
"Where's Angela?" asked Adam, his voice thick with worry.
"She flew off when we got here." said Emma.
Adam looked at Revolution. "Do you think you could...." he started.
"Sure, I'll go find her," replied Revolution.
Floating around the mountain top, Revolution pulled her jacket tighter around her as the wind blew. "I swear I've passed that same rock ten times," she whispered "Where the hell is she?"
Hearing the flapping of wings above her head, she sees the large shadow of a bird cloud the sky.
"Bingo", she whispered and propelled herself to the highest point of the hill.
Angela perched on a twisted tree trunk, watching the sun go down. She folded her wings, enveloping her body to protect it against the cold and the wind.
"Hey, kid?" asked Revolution. "You all right?"
Angela turned her head, looked at the girl Revolution and went back to watch the sunset. It'd been a long time since anyone called her "kid".
"Fine. You mind if I sit out here with you? Adam isn't big on me smoking in the homestead." she exclaimed pulling a lighter and cigarettes from her pocket.
"Suit yourself, it's a free country."
"Sure," replied Revolution, sliding her hands into her pockets.
"Revolution... What a nickname..."
She smiled. "My first boss gave it to me," she replied laughing slightly.
"Mind giving me one of those?" asked Angela, pointing to Rev's cigarette.
She handed her a cigarette and the lighter. "So...not to be rude...but what is your mutation?" she asked sitting on a rock.
Lighting the cigarette with the slight cough of an ex-smoker, Angela answered matter-of-factly. "I'm a feral. Actually, I'm a hybrid, not a new mutant. My genes have stabilized."
"Must be nice," exclaimed Revolution, her thoughts drifting to her own constant mutations
Angela laughed without any humor and showed her ugly taloned hands and feet to the younger mutant. "Not really. Do I look nice?"
"I mean nice as in knowing that this is how its going to be, that fate isn't gonna say hey you're having fun, lets give you something else to screw up your life."
Angela dragged the cigarette smoked deep to her lungs. "Yes, this is pretty definitive. I'll never be anything else but a freak, just like my father used to call me three times a day."
"Mine just sent me away, to be tortured and experimented on," whispered Revolution not realizing that she had said it louder than intended.
The winged woman tore her eyes from the sunset and looked at the girl. She had been right. This one had seen a lot, suffered a lot and survived a lot. "Tell me. It seems we have things in common."
"My parents sent me to Genomex when I was 9 for 'treatments', which was the cute name they gave to a experiment into the healing process of Psionic mutants. We were cut, beaten, our bones broken and much, much worse."
"I was luckier," said Angela. "My father just never looked at me. Never talked to me. And I attended a regular school. Looking like this. His brainstorm, you know? She's a freak, lets make her a cripple."
"I never finished high school," sighed Rev, shivering. The mountain top is cold and windy.
"You cold?" asked Angela.
"Sort of."
"Come here." Revolution floated to the tree where Angela was perching. The winged woman unfolded her wings and draped them around Revolution. "You're young, you have time. But you don't really need it, do you? I mean, formal education."
"Never really thought about it." Inside Angela's wings it was warm and cozy.
"Yeah... You're lucky about one thing, though..." Angela's eyes filled with tears. "Love is a rare commodity, Rev. In my case, even more so. Stick to it. Never let go..."
'Oh, God,' thought Revolution, 'She's crying. What do I do?' She reached over and rather pathetically patted Angela's shoulder.
The feral hybrid smiled through the tears. "Thanks, I'm fine. I had to fly, you know. Flight heals me. It renovates me... It's just that I was hurting so much..." She sighed. It felt oddly comfortable to confide in the young, wild psonic. "I loved her, Rev. Allison... We were more than just roommates. She offered me love and I took it. It lasted a little over one year, but I was never so happy. And now... it's over."
"We'll find who did this, I promise and I never revoke a promise," said the fierce, determined girl.
"I believe you... Revolution... I really do." They turned to the blazing sun that turned Stormking into a mystic realm. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Guess..." answered Revolution with a large smiled that brightened her eyes. "Nature ain't really my thing."
"It is mine, Revolution," Angela smiled back. "It is mine. Lets get inside."