::|| The Terrible Two ||::
"I Could Care Less"
"I AM BORED!" Lynx said, sitting straight up and growling. Pyro grunted in response and she looked at him.
"Sure," he said.
"Don't sure me," Lynx said, eyes narrowing. The new addition to their party, Darren, looked up at her.
"Why are you always so angry?" he asked. For the first time Lynx looked stumped by a question.
"What?" she asked.
"Well, you're always yelling about stupid things, and hitting people, and being a brat," Darren shrugged. "Just seems kind of weird to me. Why?"
"Um," Lynx said. "What do you want? Life history or something? And who are *you* calling weird? I'm not the one pretending to be a girl to work in a Micky D's!"
"Will the life history answer my question?" Darren asked.
"I dunno, but there's nothing better to do, I can't even tell where we are right now," Lynx said, calming down.
"You mean we're lost?!" Pyro said, jumping up and looking at the clouds they were in. Lynx shook her head.
"Sit," she said, "Not lost, just temporarily displaced, it's all good. Anyway, ok, life history... um... grew up in New York City, had very intolerant parents that I walked out on before my mutation even surfaced, my dad was a mutant and my mom hated him for it, but he was rich so she put up with him. He was a fool and didn't see that she hated him and always looked away from her bills."
"So why'd you leave?" Pyro asked. Lynx made a face.
"He might've loved my mum, but my dad hated me," she said. "He used to beat me with his belt before I started to hit back, no one pushes me around, mutie or no, and eventually we both got sick of hitting eachother and I left. My mom really couldn't have cared less I guess, but she didn't like our fighting and told us off about it. I didn't really spend that much time at home anyway, and finally I just went out with some friends one day and didn't go back."
"You had friends?" Pyro said, looking amazed. Lynx laughed.
"No, but my parents didn't know that," she said. "I'd just go to movies and the mall and stuff. Finally I found a small apartment that no one ever used anymore and have lived their since, keeping out of the neighbor's way."
"How'd you get food and stuff?" Darren asked. Lynx grinned and reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small card.
"I didn't leave home with exactly nothing, and it hasn't run out yet," she said. "I don't need that much, and my mom isn't going to risk dad finding her others bills when she sees it while doing taxes and stuff. As long as I don't take too much," she said. "But you know, I've been thinking lately of buying a ton of useless stuff just to really annoy her and possibly get my dad into money trouble. Anyway, that's it, I met Pyro and somehow ended up hanging out with him, now you, and if you can't remember out little journey so far I've hit you too many times on the head."
"That didn't answer my question though," Darren said, nodding.
"Aggressive, defensive attitudes to shield my inner discomfort and social issues, most likely brought on by childhood trauma, neglect, and lack of social interaction, and one too many war films," Lynx said promptly.
"You've seen a shrink?" Pyro laughed.
"Family counseling. One time, we stopped going after that," Lynx said. "My dad was worried they'd do tests and find the drugs in his system."
"He was on drugs?" Pyro said. Lynx nodded.
"How'd you think he got so rich?" she asked. "Drug dealer, who bought enough money to buy a couple businesses, though he's never really gotten away from his addiction. The funny thing is he supports anti-drug organizations and the Girl Scouts on the surface. Huge contributor to D.A.R.E." Pyro and Darren laughed.
"Alright, that answered my question," Darren said. Lynx's eyebrows raised as she sat back in her seat.
"Man, you're life is interesting," Pyro said. Lynx snorted in agreement.
"So, how'd you die? When do I get to hear your life story?" she asked.
"Me?" Pyro said. Then he burst out laughing. "Alright, fair enough I guess, I grew up an orphan, have no idea where my parents are, but it wasn't so bad. I had friends and we'd go to parties a lot, it's useful when you can just orb in clothes and stuff whenever you need them."
"But how'd you die?" Lynx asked.
"Just did, I guess," Pyro shrugged.
"Why are you so evasive?" Darren asked.
"Just am, I guess," Pyro replied. Then he saw the look on Lynx's face. "Ok, ok! Jeez, you need some anger management classes. I went to a party with a group of friends and we had too mush sugary stuff, and then decided to go for a drive-"
"Just on a sugar high?" Lynx said, quirking an eyebrow. Pyro made a face.
"Ok, ok, so we had some beer too, I didn't have that much, sugar just about does it for me, anyway, we sort of crashed the car in a really big accident and for some reason I was the only one who died, so here I am today."
"You're lying, the other driver got killed too," Lynx said, shaking her head. Pyro jerked and Darren raised an ey brow.
"How'd you know that?" Pyro demanded.
"Because the guy is standing right behind you and trying to kill you again," Lynx shrugged and Pyro and Darren spun around to find empty air.
"Liar!" Pyro shouted.
"No, he's a ghost you dolt, you can't see him!" Lynx retorted. Pyro looked nervous and slowly turned back.
"Um, can you tell him to go away?" he asked. Lynx shook her head.
"He won't leave till he's had revenge," she said. Pyro looked ready to wet himself.
"Stop kidding around," he said in a high squeaky voice.
"I ain't kidding," Lynx replied calmly, looking at the back of the cockpit through the corner of her eye and smiling faintly. "But don't worry little boy, I might safe your ass if you get in trouble, for a price of course."
"You're joking," Pyro said again, looking terrified.
"Fine, think that," Lynx shrugged. "I could care less."
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing," Pyro replied, shuddering. Darren laughed but edged away.
"So you can see ghosts?" he said, "Are there lots of them?"
"Hell yeah, think of how many people die every day, I mean jeez! The ones who aren't good enough to get into Heaven or bad enough to get to Hell stay here, and that's the majority it seems," Lynx said. "So Darren, what's up with you?"
"Why?" Darren asked.
"Well, your life must have really sucked if you came with *us*, now did it? It's your turn man," Pyro said.
"Uh," Darren said. "My parents loved each other and tolerated me I guess, we didn't fight anyway, and I was never an orphan that I can remember. My powers surfaced a year ago and I can use them to get anywhere I want, which is cool, and I took the crappy job at McDonald's because I had nothing better to do."
"You're hiding something!" Pyro accused. Darren looked at him, a slight look of surprise on his face.
"What makes you think that?" he asked in a high voice.
"There's a ghost right behind you," Lynx said. Darren jumped.
"No! It wasn't my fault, why is she following me?!" he yelped.
"there's no ghost, no tell us what's going on!" Lynx snapped. Darren glared at her.
"You lied to me?!" he yelled.
"Yes, because it worked," Lynx replied calmly.
"Well I'm not going to tell you!" Darren said stubbornly. Pyro and Lynx exchanged looks.
"Oh you will soon enough," they said. "You will."
"I Could Care Less"
"I AM BORED!" Lynx said, sitting straight up and growling. Pyro grunted in response and she looked at him.
"Sure," he said.
"Don't sure me," Lynx said, eyes narrowing. The new addition to their party, Darren, looked up at her.
"Why are you always so angry?" he asked. For the first time Lynx looked stumped by a question.
"What?" she asked.
"Well, you're always yelling about stupid things, and hitting people, and being a brat," Darren shrugged. "Just seems kind of weird to me. Why?"
"Um," Lynx said. "What do you want? Life history or something? And who are *you* calling weird? I'm not the one pretending to be a girl to work in a Micky D's!"
"Will the life history answer my question?" Darren asked.
"I dunno, but there's nothing better to do, I can't even tell where we are right now," Lynx said, calming down.
"You mean we're lost?!" Pyro said, jumping up and looking at the clouds they were in. Lynx shook her head.
"Sit," she said, "Not lost, just temporarily displaced, it's all good. Anyway, ok, life history... um... grew up in New York City, had very intolerant parents that I walked out on before my mutation even surfaced, my dad was a mutant and my mom hated him for it, but he was rich so she put up with him. He was a fool and didn't see that she hated him and always looked away from her bills."
"So why'd you leave?" Pyro asked. Lynx made a face.
"He might've loved my mum, but my dad hated me," she said. "He used to beat me with his belt before I started to hit back, no one pushes me around, mutie or no, and eventually we both got sick of hitting eachother and I left. My mom really couldn't have cared less I guess, but she didn't like our fighting and told us off about it. I didn't really spend that much time at home anyway, and finally I just went out with some friends one day and didn't go back."
"You had friends?" Pyro said, looking amazed. Lynx laughed.
"No, but my parents didn't know that," she said. "I'd just go to movies and the mall and stuff. Finally I found a small apartment that no one ever used anymore and have lived their since, keeping out of the neighbor's way."
"How'd you get food and stuff?" Darren asked. Lynx grinned and reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small card.
"I didn't leave home with exactly nothing, and it hasn't run out yet," she said. "I don't need that much, and my mom isn't going to risk dad finding her others bills when she sees it while doing taxes and stuff. As long as I don't take too much," she said. "But you know, I've been thinking lately of buying a ton of useless stuff just to really annoy her and possibly get my dad into money trouble. Anyway, that's it, I met Pyro and somehow ended up hanging out with him, now you, and if you can't remember out little journey so far I've hit you too many times on the head."
"That didn't answer my question though," Darren said, nodding.
"Aggressive, defensive attitudes to shield my inner discomfort and social issues, most likely brought on by childhood trauma, neglect, and lack of social interaction, and one too many war films," Lynx said promptly.
"You've seen a shrink?" Pyro laughed.
"Family counseling. One time, we stopped going after that," Lynx said. "My dad was worried they'd do tests and find the drugs in his system."
"He was on drugs?" Pyro said. Lynx nodded.
"How'd you think he got so rich?" she asked. "Drug dealer, who bought enough money to buy a couple businesses, though he's never really gotten away from his addiction. The funny thing is he supports anti-drug organizations and the Girl Scouts on the surface. Huge contributor to D.A.R.E." Pyro and Darren laughed.
"Alright, that answered my question," Darren said. Lynx's eyebrows raised as she sat back in her seat.
"Man, you're life is interesting," Pyro said. Lynx snorted in agreement.
"So, how'd you die? When do I get to hear your life story?" she asked.
"Me?" Pyro said. Then he burst out laughing. "Alright, fair enough I guess, I grew up an orphan, have no idea where my parents are, but it wasn't so bad. I had friends and we'd go to parties a lot, it's useful when you can just orb in clothes and stuff whenever you need them."
"But how'd you die?" Lynx asked.
"Just did, I guess," Pyro shrugged.
"Why are you so evasive?" Darren asked.
"Just am, I guess," Pyro replied. Then he saw the look on Lynx's face. "Ok, ok! Jeez, you need some anger management classes. I went to a party with a group of friends and we had too mush sugary stuff, and then decided to go for a drive-"
"Just on a sugar high?" Lynx said, quirking an eyebrow. Pyro made a face.
"Ok, ok, so we had some beer too, I didn't have that much, sugar just about does it for me, anyway, we sort of crashed the car in a really big accident and for some reason I was the only one who died, so here I am today."
"You're lying, the other driver got killed too," Lynx said, shaking her head. Pyro jerked and Darren raised an ey brow.
"How'd you know that?" Pyro demanded.
"Because the guy is standing right behind you and trying to kill you again," Lynx shrugged and Pyro and Darren spun around to find empty air.
"Liar!" Pyro shouted.
"No, he's a ghost you dolt, you can't see him!" Lynx retorted. Pyro looked nervous and slowly turned back.
"Um, can you tell him to go away?" he asked. Lynx shook her head.
"He won't leave till he's had revenge," she said. Pyro looked ready to wet himself.
"Stop kidding around," he said in a high squeaky voice.
"I ain't kidding," Lynx replied calmly, looking at the back of the cockpit through the corner of her eye and smiling faintly. "But don't worry little boy, I might safe your ass if you get in trouble, for a price of course."
"You're joking," Pyro said again, looking terrified.
"Fine, think that," Lynx shrugged. "I could care less."
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing," Pyro replied, shuddering. Darren laughed but edged away.
"So you can see ghosts?" he said, "Are there lots of them?"
"Hell yeah, think of how many people die every day, I mean jeez! The ones who aren't good enough to get into Heaven or bad enough to get to Hell stay here, and that's the majority it seems," Lynx said. "So Darren, what's up with you?"
"Why?" Darren asked.
"Well, your life must have really sucked if you came with *us*, now did it? It's your turn man," Pyro said.
"Uh," Darren said. "My parents loved each other and tolerated me I guess, we didn't fight anyway, and I was never an orphan that I can remember. My powers surfaced a year ago and I can use them to get anywhere I want, which is cool, and I took the crappy job at McDonald's because I had nothing better to do."
"You're hiding something!" Pyro accused. Darren looked at him, a slight look of surprise on his face.
"What makes you think that?" he asked in a high voice.
"There's a ghost right behind you," Lynx said. Darren jumped.
"No! It wasn't my fault, why is she following me?!" he yelped.
"there's no ghost, no tell us what's going on!" Lynx snapped. Darren glared at her.
"You lied to me?!" he yelled.
"Yes, because it worked," Lynx replied calmly.
"Well I'm not going to tell you!" Darren said stubbornly. Pyro and Lynx exchanged looks.
"Oh you will soon enough," they said. "You will."