Hey Ya'll! Piotr's girl here. I'm so happy for my reviewers! Kudos to you
all! Have some Oatmeal cookies! *randomly throws them out* Enjoy! And now
for sharing time once again. . .
Dark Jaded Rose- wow, two reviews! You have really outdone yo'self. Heh. . . yeah I'm trying to update on a regular basis. . . unfortunately, Winn- Dixie seems to think that I don't have a life. I'll show them. . . once I get home from work later!
Kerrigan- Why, thankyou! I seem to think so too, if I do say so myself! Heh
Damien455- hey thanks! And yeah, I had to keep looking at my bio to keep track of her. . . lol. And yeah, her powers are useless in combat (what is she gonna do, scare someone half to death with her rainbow eyes?) so I may get the hairy man-beast aka Logan to help her along in terms of defense (could eventually face Magneto's lackeys) but I'm still deciding.
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And I am now proud to present. . . chapter 2: Train Ride
On the train, Natalie just stared out of her window. Swish, swish. All of the open, gently rolling fields that she had come to love were slowly passing by. She wasn't in her native Florida anymore, with the deep woods and St. John's River cutting through it. No more beaches and warm weather.
She crossed the St. Mary's River, and came through Georgia. Cotton fields and peach groves surrounded her on either side. There was such beauty and peace to it. . . and she'd be lucky if she ever saw it again. She was now afraid to go back. Her mother, Audrey, was sure to have discovered her little blue-eyed angel missing by now, and was probably having a fit about it. Natalie rolled her eyes. As if she could go back now. She was a freak.
"Just breathe, Nat, breathe."
She mentally willed herself not to cry. Thank God for sunglasses. They hide pain pretty well. At least she thought they did. Apparently the teen sitting across the isle didn't think so.
"What's the trouble?"
Natalie slowly turned her head to look at him. "Why do you care?"
"I'm a sucker for damsels in distress, miss."
"I'm not in distress, I-"
Her head. Those visions again. A dark alleyway. A man with a gun. He leaned in. She saw his lips move, but couldn't hear anything. 'Ya ain't goin' no'where's, girl. Ya mine.' The hammer of the gun clicked. She saw it. She tried to cry out, but the words died in her throat. Then the vision died.
She was shaking. The boy had her by the shoulders and shook her.
"Sheila, sheila! You okay?"
"Wha-what? Oh yeah, I'm, I'm fine."
"Ya sure?"
"Yeah."
He stopped shaking her, and looked at her in amazement. He sunglasses had slid down her nose, and barely peeking out, were large, vibrant, sparkling green eyes.
"Your eyes, they're beautiful."
Natalie quickly pushed her sunglasses back up her nose. "Thanks."
"Why do you wear them?"
"Light sensitive."
"I see. Where you headed?"
"New York."
"Cool. I get off in Johnson City."
"Looks like you're gonna miss your stop then." She smiled.
He looked up. "Bloody hell! It's been an hour!"
"Hee-eey! And we have a winner, ladies and gentleman!"
"I'll be leaving now. But can I get your number first?"
"Sure." She smiled yet again.
After giving him her cellphone number, he waved goodbye and got off. Such a nice boy. She smiled. Yet another thing she was leaving behind was those classic southern gentleman. Wait, he couldn't have been a Southerner. . . he had a really funny air about him. She couldn't quite place her finger on it. She suddenly realized that she hadn't had another vision in the last hour. She hoped the girl in the alleyway made it, but something told her that the little girl was gone forever.
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"Next stop, Bayville!" the conductor shouted.
"Finally!" Natalie laughed to herself. "Hey conductor, ya reckon I've been on this train long enough?"
"You wanna stay longer miss?"
"Shoot, no!" They laughed, and she suddenly felt nervous. They were pulling into the station, and her cellphone rang.
"Natalie where are you! Where?"
"Mama! I-"
"Nevermind, come home, we're scared out of our wits for you!"
"I can't, I'm. . . I'm going through some changes."
Silence.
"You don't mean. . ."
"Yes I do. I need to get this figured out, mama. I love you."
"I love you too. Please get this problem fixed so I can have my blue-eyed angel baby back home where she belongs. With normal people."
Click.
Natalie's eyes welled up with tears, for the third time that day.
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"Okay, Rogue, her train's here."
"Well duh, Scott, Ah'm not blind, ya know."
The two stood watching the train pull in. They were picking up Natalie for the Professor.
"An' why am Ah even heah?"
"You're from the south, she's from the south. . . click."
"Whatevah."
The train stopped and people spilled out. They watched a young girl clad in a black lace tank and low riders get off. Sunglasses were pushed to the bridge of her nose, and she looked cold.
"There's ou' girl."
Scott looked on, grinning at the sight of her.
"How can you tell? Using Jean's powers? Making progress and not telling ol' Cyke about it?"
"Uh, no. It's late winter in New York, an' the beach bunny's wearing a tank."
". . . right. That would help."
Rogue smiled triumphantly. "Let's go get her."
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Natalie looked around and shivered. Real smart to not wear a jacket to a stupid Yank state.
"Smooth move, Wayne." She thought bitterly.
"Hi! Ya must be Natalie. . ."
The girl looked up. "Who are ya'll?"
"Ah'm Rogue, an' this here's-"
"Scott Summers", the visor boy stuck his hand out in greeting. "Call me Cyclops."
". . . right. An' call me nice ta meet ya too, kid."
Rogue smiled. This new girl seemed to be alright. "Le's jest hope that ol' Scottie can keep his jaw offa the floor." She said to herself quietly.
"What was that Rogue?"
Scott looked at her questioningly.
"Ah said Ah'm hungry. Le's get back to the institute."
Scott grinned. "I'm up for that. What about you, kid?"
Natalie smiled back at One-eye. "I guess so, you're my ride anyhow."
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Woohoo! Chapter 2 is complete! Reviews please, and cookies galore! All my love, Piotr's girl
Dark Jaded Rose- wow, two reviews! You have really outdone yo'self. Heh. . . yeah I'm trying to update on a regular basis. . . unfortunately, Winn- Dixie seems to think that I don't have a life. I'll show them. . . once I get home from work later!
Kerrigan- Why, thankyou! I seem to think so too, if I do say so myself! Heh
Damien455- hey thanks! And yeah, I had to keep looking at my bio to keep track of her. . . lol. And yeah, her powers are useless in combat (what is she gonna do, scare someone half to death with her rainbow eyes?) so I may get the hairy man-beast aka Logan to help her along in terms of defense (could eventually face Magneto's lackeys) but I'm still deciding.
* * *
And I am now proud to present. . . chapter 2: Train Ride
On the train, Natalie just stared out of her window. Swish, swish. All of the open, gently rolling fields that she had come to love were slowly passing by. She wasn't in her native Florida anymore, with the deep woods and St. John's River cutting through it. No more beaches and warm weather.
She crossed the St. Mary's River, and came through Georgia. Cotton fields and peach groves surrounded her on either side. There was such beauty and peace to it. . . and she'd be lucky if she ever saw it again. She was now afraid to go back. Her mother, Audrey, was sure to have discovered her little blue-eyed angel missing by now, and was probably having a fit about it. Natalie rolled her eyes. As if she could go back now. She was a freak.
"Just breathe, Nat, breathe."
She mentally willed herself not to cry. Thank God for sunglasses. They hide pain pretty well. At least she thought they did. Apparently the teen sitting across the isle didn't think so.
"What's the trouble?"
Natalie slowly turned her head to look at him. "Why do you care?"
"I'm a sucker for damsels in distress, miss."
"I'm not in distress, I-"
Her head. Those visions again. A dark alleyway. A man with a gun. He leaned in. She saw his lips move, but couldn't hear anything. 'Ya ain't goin' no'where's, girl. Ya mine.' The hammer of the gun clicked. She saw it. She tried to cry out, but the words died in her throat. Then the vision died.
She was shaking. The boy had her by the shoulders and shook her.
"Sheila, sheila! You okay?"
"Wha-what? Oh yeah, I'm, I'm fine."
"Ya sure?"
"Yeah."
He stopped shaking her, and looked at her in amazement. He sunglasses had slid down her nose, and barely peeking out, were large, vibrant, sparkling green eyes.
"Your eyes, they're beautiful."
Natalie quickly pushed her sunglasses back up her nose. "Thanks."
"Why do you wear them?"
"Light sensitive."
"I see. Where you headed?"
"New York."
"Cool. I get off in Johnson City."
"Looks like you're gonna miss your stop then." She smiled.
He looked up. "Bloody hell! It's been an hour!"
"Hee-eey! And we have a winner, ladies and gentleman!"
"I'll be leaving now. But can I get your number first?"
"Sure." She smiled yet again.
After giving him her cellphone number, he waved goodbye and got off. Such a nice boy. She smiled. Yet another thing she was leaving behind was those classic southern gentleman. Wait, he couldn't have been a Southerner. . . he had a really funny air about him. She couldn't quite place her finger on it. She suddenly realized that she hadn't had another vision in the last hour. She hoped the girl in the alleyway made it, but something told her that the little girl was gone forever.
* * *
"Next stop, Bayville!" the conductor shouted.
"Finally!" Natalie laughed to herself. "Hey conductor, ya reckon I've been on this train long enough?"
"You wanna stay longer miss?"
"Shoot, no!" They laughed, and she suddenly felt nervous. They were pulling into the station, and her cellphone rang.
"Natalie where are you! Where?"
"Mama! I-"
"Nevermind, come home, we're scared out of our wits for you!"
"I can't, I'm. . . I'm going through some changes."
Silence.
"You don't mean. . ."
"Yes I do. I need to get this figured out, mama. I love you."
"I love you too. Please get this problem fixed so I can have my blue-eyed angel baby back home where she belongs. With normal people."
Click.
Natalie's eyes welled up with tears, for the third time that day.
* * *
"Okay, Rogue, her train's here."
"Well duh, Scott, Ah'm not blind, ya know."
The two stood watching the train pull in. They were picking up Natalie for the Professor.
"An' why am Ah even heah?"
"You're from the south, she's from the south. . . click."
"Whatevah."
The train stopped and people spilled out. They watched a young girl clad in a black lace tank and low riders get off. Sunglasses were pushed to the bridge of her nose, and she looked cold.
"There's ou' girl."
Scott looked on, grinning at the sight of her.
"How can you tell? Using Jean's powers? Making progress and not telling ol' Cyke about it?"
"Uh, no. It's late winter in New York, an' the beach bunny's wearing a tank."
". . . right. That would help."
Rogue smiled triumphantly. "Let's go get her."
* * *
Natalie looked around and shivered. Real smart to not wear a jacket to a stupid Yank state.
"Smooth move, Wayne." She thought bitterly.
"Hi! Ya must be Natalie. . ."
The girl looked up. "Who are ya'll?"
"Ah'm Rogue, an' this here's-"
"Scott Summers", the visor boy stuck his hand out in greeting. "Call me Cyclops."
". . . right. An' call me nice ta meet ya too, kid."
Rogue smiled. This new girl seemed to be alright. "Le's jest hope that ol' Scottie can keep his jaw offa the floor." She said to herself quietly.
"What was that Rogue?"
Scott looked at her questioningly.
"Ah said Ah'm hungry. Le's get back to the institute."
Scott grinned. "I'm up for that. What about you, kid?"
Natalie smiled back at One-eye. "I guess so, you're my ride anyhow."
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Woohoo! Chapter 2 is complete! Reviews please, and cookies galore! All my love, Piotr's girl