This is my first chapter! Yay! Lol, please review!
-Ice Lynx
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Steph looked around at the dreary town in which she had landed in, and cursed the wind for being too strong to fly through, now she was stuck in this stupid little town in the middle of nowhere. Plus her long hair was a pain in the but in the weather; no matter how proud she was of it it did not look or feel good full of water, she looked like a wet rat out here!
Pushing herself forward she pondered how to get out of here. Why was she even in Canada? She had no reason other than trying to reach Alaska and see if they hated mutants there as much as they did in every other state.
"Can I help yeh missy?" Steph looked around until she located the source of the voice, a fat man with a gray beard and wrapped in a brown coat. He was looking at her strangely, and she could guess why, there were almost no Americans with skin as black and hair as red as hers in Canada, and her waist-length red mane was more than clashy for anyone. This also set aside the fact that she had fashion boots with huge high-heels on under designer flares, a white tank top, and a ankle length black trench coat that was billowing open in the relentless wind.
"Where yeh from?" he tried again. Steph glared at him, unable to answer for fear of revealing herself as a mutant when her voice knocked him out cold, she could not stand to think of drowning him in the rain, which was pouring so hard it was hard to believe they could breathe at all anyyway. It was too windy to fly away, so she tried walking, but the man followed.
"Excuse me miss, but are yeh sure there's nothing I can do? Where are yeh headed?" he called. Steph broke into an all out run, and the man stared after her but didnt follow as she vanished into the growing rain storm.
After she was sure she wasnt being followed Steph clutched her trench coat around her and tried to find a sort of shelter, living off of the streets and wilderness taught her that in a rain storm like this it was stupid to spend any more time than absolutely necessary, she'd feel horrible for weeks and it would ruin her clothes, which she had to keep intact at the moment as she had no others to wear.
Looking around for a woods or something non-human she wandered away from the town, wishing she could rise off the ground and get out of the now incredibly muddy ground. It looked like there was a tree-line ahead, forests were much better shelters than the side of a house or the open. Finding one miserable tree that somehow managed to survive on its own in this place Steph gratefully huddled near the base, climbing into one of the lower branches and keeping to where the rain penetrated the tree less. Looking around the wasteland around her she started to sing softly to herself, enjoying the sound of her own voice without people dropping unconscious around her.
She waited for the downpour to end, wishing she could sing her hymns and other songs that she had learned before her mutation kicked in around others. Her mother used to say that she had the makings of a star, until she kicked her out after she caused a whole church to be knocked unconscious for several hours at her debut as a singer. Now she was only able to sing when completely alone, as well as talk and pretty much do anything involving vocal sounds.
It sucked, and Steph lived off of that.
-Ice Lynx
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Steph looked around at the dreary town in which she had landed in, and cursed the wind for being too strong to fly through, now she was stuck in this stupid little town in the middle of nowhere. Plus her long hair was a pain in the but in the weather; no matter how proud she was of it it did not look or feel good full of water, she looked like a wet rat out here!
Pushing herself forward she pondered how to get out of here. Why was she even in Canada? She had no reason other than trying to reach Alaska and see if they hated mutants there as much as they did in every other state.
"Can I help yeh missy?" Steph looked around until she located the source of the voice, a fat man with a gray beard and wrapped in a brown coat. He was looking at her strangely, and she could guess why, there were almost no Americans with skin as black and hair as red as hers in Canada, and her waist-length red mane was more than clashy for anyone. This also set aside the fact that she had fashion boots with huge high-heels on under designer flares, a white tank top, and a ankle length black trench coat that was billowing open in the relentless wind.
"Where yeh from?" he tried again. Steph glared at him, unable to answer for fear of revealing herself as a mutant when her voice knocked him out cold, she could not stand to think of drowning him in the rain, which was pouring so hard it was hard to believe they could breathe at all anyyway. It was too windy to fly away, so she tried walking, but the man followed.
"Excuse me miss, but are yeh sure there's nothing I can do? Where are yeh headed?" he called. Steph broke into an all out run, and the man stared after her but didnt follow as she vanished into the growing rain storm.
After she was sure she wasnt being followed Steph clutched her trench coat around her and tried to find a sort of shelter, living off of the streets and wilderness taught her that in a rain storm like this it was stupid to spend any more time than absolutely necessary, she'd feel horrible for weeks and it would ruin her clothes, which she had to keep intact at the moment as she had no others to wear.
Looking around for a woods or something non-human she wandered away from the town, wishing she could rise off the ground and get out of the now incredibly muddy ground. It looked like there was a tree-line ahead, forests were much better shelters than the side of a house or the open. Finding one miserable tree that somehow managed to survive on its own in this place Steph gratefully huddled near the base, climbing into one of the lower branches and keeping to where the rain penetrated the tree less. Looking around the wasteland around her she started to sing softly to herself, enjoying the sound of her own voice without people dropping unconscious around her.
She waited for the downpour to end, wishing she could sing her hymns and other songs that she had learned before her mutation kicked in around others. Her mother used to say that she had the makings of a star, until she kicked her out after she caused a whole church to be knocked unconscious for several hours at her debut as a singer. Now she was only able to sing when completely alone, as well as talk and pretty much do anything involving vocal sounds.
It sucked, and Steph lived off of that.