She wasn't sure why they had decided to follow her in the first place, but she hadn't noticed them as she came home from her job at the library. It was late and she had had a stressful day, she pulled a cigarette out of her pack and let the blue flame on her finger light the end. She took one long dreg off the cigarette before one of them hit her from behind.
It was a bottle she was sure, because it shattered when it hit her back. She screamed as the pain shot up and down her spine, She had always had a sensitive back, but nothing had felt quite as badly as that had. She felt something wet trickle down her back, she wasn't sure if the bottle wasn't empty or if her skin had been broken and she was now bleeding.
She turned, glaring at her attacker but found there were three of them, leering at her, as if daring her to do something about it. She knew better than to pick a fight with humans, mutants had the unfortunate habit of being blamed for being the start of any violence. She dropped her bag and took off toward a narrow alley, hoping she could loose them by out running them. She ducked under another one of their attempts to throw an object, a brick this time, at her.
Nikita ducked behind a dumpster, hoping they would pass, leaving her unnoticed. All three of them went sprinting past her hiding place, she breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out from behind the metal box. Searching in either direction she saw that her way was clear and she walked quickly away from where the men had gone.
From above someone tackled her, she hit the pavement hard. She rolled away in an attempt to get away but another attacker was there to beat her down with his fists. She was pinned beneath the weight of the much larger man as he pummeled her while she screamed. No one came to her aid, only more hecklers attacked her.
"It's what you deserve freak!" He shouted at her between punches. She was able to knock most of them away so that they only struck her shoulder instead of her face, but her strength was waning.
"Kill the mutie!" A more sinister looking man came rushing forward with a crow bar. He raised his arms up above his head, ready to crush her face in an instant. His eyes, so filled with hate, didn't understand that he wanted to kill a person. That was what Nikita couldn't stand, that was what she needed to see to justify destroying these Homo sapiens.
Instantly her skin crackled with a heat that made the man on top of her cry out. Her skin shimmered for an instant, giving a hint of the blue flame that she barely contained in herself. She felt she had given the man enough of a warning and she let the flame emerge from her skin. Now the man on top of her was screaming and scrambling to get away from her, blue fire racing up his own clothing.
Nikita shoved him away, unconcerned with his screaming. She glowered at the man who now shakily held the crow bar over his head. A woman wreathed in blue flame stood before him, here eyes held no color, only a blue glow. She reached toward him with a flaming arm.
"Help! Crazed Mutie!" He screamed, he hollered it over and over again as he backed away from her.
Nikita sneered at him, "No one can save you now. You're mine..." She hissed, spitting flames at him playfully.
She was struck solidly with a baseball bat, some of her ribs cracked loudly. But she held back her screams; she threw a wall of flame in the direction that the bat had come from. She knew they must have screamed but she didn't hear any of it, it seemed as if a mass of people had launched themselves at her all at once. She blindly threw balls of flame around her, trying to defend herself from the barrage of attacks.
She had finally exhausted her strength, she gave a last feeble attempt to create a wall of flame around her, but where others fell, more bodies came to fight her. She shuddered suddenly and her flame receded back into her body, darkness clouded her vision and she finally lay still on the ground.
The whole world stopped for a moment, nothing moved, nothing made a sound. A lone man stepped forward from the crowd. His hair was blonde, tousled like he had just gotten out of bed. His green eyes inspected the scene with anger, though he made no move to hurt the humans now, his eyes showed that it was taking every ounce of his resolve to not do so. He wore a dark cloak over his shoulders, and it made it look as though he were gliding over the ground.
He quickly made his way to Nikita's side. She lay, unconscious and naked; her clothing had been burned away from her lack of control. But he could not scold her now, she was broken, blood seeped out of all sorts of wounds and he could see a few bones jutting forth in unnatural angles beneath her skin. He turned and left the frozen scene, the people remained still until long after they had both gone.
Nikita lay in the recovery tube. It had been fashioned by Nickolas, perfected so that it could scan the body and cure any imperfections it had. But the process was long, Nikita had been in there for a week and a half, and she still looked as though she were only just healing from her beating, her bruises and cuts were still apparent. Her bones had been reconstructed which had taken a long period of time. And now Nikita was conscious for longer periods of time, it was promising to the rest of the Alliance.
Nickolas pulled a stool up to the side of the tube, Nikita had woken up and she was smiling around the tube that covered her mouth so she could breath.
"How are you feeling?" he asked her. The glass that created the tube was not soundproof so she was able to hear him well enough. She nodded slowly, her head floating in the water.
"I'm glad you're feeling better." He smiled at her reassuringly. "Soon you won't have to worry about them." He smiled, more to himself now. "Once we have the scrolls there will be nothing stopping us. We can kill all of them with only a touch. We'll never have to fear again." He looked back to Nikita. "Jolie will not fail us." He nodded to her once before he stood up and left the room. He would no doubt use Nikita's story to convince the other mutants that they harbored, that the human race were something to be hated.
Nikita was no longer so sure about what to think. Before Jolie had left she had been wanting to change how mutants were viewed, and although she hated a lot of humans, she had no burning desire to destroy the entire race. But Nickolas had taken her aside and spoken with her about something, Nikita had never found out what it was, the scrolls Nickolas spoke of held no meaning to her. But before she left, on this new mission of hers, Jolie had seemed less like herself. It had actually worried Nikita, but Jolie soon vanished and there was nothing she could do except wait for her friend to return.
In the beginning it had just been Nickolas, alone he spoke out to fellow mutants that would listen. The world could change, he had said, the mutants must come together to make it happen. Nikita had followed him first, when no one else would, when alone Nickolas could be quite, charismatic. Soon enough there were more mutants listening, and agreeing to their cause. Nikita did not know where Jolie had come from, but Nickolas had brought her to the Alliance headquarters one day and she had been integrated as one of their own.
But as of late, Nickolas' message had become darkened; as though all along he had wanted nothing but to harm the human race. And now Nikita found herself unable to stop the monster that she had helped create. She lay motionless in the tank, just focusing on breathing through the tube. If only Jolie had not disappeared like she had, Nikita just hoped she returned soon.
It was a bottle she was sure, because it shattered when it hit her back. She screamed as the pain shot up and down her spine, She had always had a sensitive back, but nothing had felt quite as badly as that had. She felt something wet trickle down her back, she wasn't sure if the bottle wasn't empty or if her skin had been broken and she was now bleeding.
She turned, glaring at her attacker but found there were three of them, leering at her, as if daring her to do something about it. She knew better than to pick a fight with humans, mutants had the unfortunate habit of being blamed for being the start of any violence. She dropped her bag and took off toward a narrow alley, hoping she could loose them by out running them. She ducked under another one of their attempts to throw an object, a brick this time, at her.
Nikita ducked behind a dumpster, hoping they would pass, leaving her unnoticed. All three of them went sprinting past her hiding place, she breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out from behind the metal box. Searching in either direction she saw that her way was clear and she walked quickly away from where the men had gone.
From above someone tackled her, she hit the pavement hard. She rolled away in an attempt to get away but another attacker was there to beat her down with his fists. She was pinned beneath the weight of the much larger man as he pummeled her while she screamed. No one came to her aid, only more hecklers attacked her.
"It's what you deserve freak!" He shouted at her between punches. She was able to knock most of them away so that they only struck her shoulder instead of her face, but her strength was waning.
"Kill the mutie!" A more sinister looking man came rushing forward with a crow bar. He raised his arms up above his head, ready to crush her face in an instant. His eyes, so filled with hate, didn't understand that he wanted to kill a person. That was what Nikita couldn't stand, that was what she needed to see to justify destroying these Homo sapiens.
Instantly her skin crackled with a heat that made the man on top of her cry out. Her skin shimmered for an instant, giving a hint of the blue flame that she barely contained in herself. She felt she had given the man enough of a warning and she let the flame emerge from her skin. Now the man on top of her was screaming and scrambling to get away from her, blue fire racing up his own clothing.
Nikita shoved him away, unconcerned with his screaming. She glowered at the man who now shakily held the crow bar over his head. A woman wreathed in blue flame stood before him, here eyes held no color, only a blue glow. She reached toward him with a flaming arm.
"Help! Crazed Mutie!" He screamed, he hollered it over and over again as he backed away from her.
Nikita sneered at him, "No one can save you now. You're mine..." She hissed, spitting flames at him playfully.
She was struck solidly with a baseball bat, some of her ribs cracked loudly. But she held back her screams; she threw a wall of flame in the direction that the bat had come from. She knew they must have screamed but she didn't hear any of it, it seemed as if a mass of people had launched themselves at her all at once. She blindly threw balls of flame around her, trying to defend herself from the barrage of attacks.
She had finally exhausted her strength, she gave a last feeble attempt to create a wall of flame around her, but where others fell, more bodies came to fight her. She shuddered suddenly and her flame receded back into her body, darkness clouded her vision and she finally lay still on the ground.
The whole world stopped for a moment, nothing moved, nothing made a sound. A lone man stepped forward from the crowd. His hair was blonde, tousled like he had just gotten out of bed. His green eyes inspected the scene with anger, though he made no move to hurt the humans now, his eyes showed that it was taking every ounce of his resolve to not do so. He wore a dark cloak over his shoulders, and it made it look as though he were gliding over the ground.
He quickly made his way to Nikita's side. She lay, unconscious and naked; her clothing had been burned away from her lack of control. But he could not scold her now, she was broken, blood seeped out of all sorts of wounds and he could see a few bones jutting forth in unnatural angles beneath her skin. He turned and left the frozen scene, the people remained still until long after they had both gone.
Nikita lay in the recovery tube. It had been fashioned by Nickolas, perfected so that it could scan the body and cure any imperfections it had. But the process was long, Nikita had been in there for a week and a half, and she still looked as though she were only just healing from her beating, her bruises and cuts were still apparent. Her bones had been reconstructed which had taken a long period of time. And now Nikita was conscious for longer periods of time, it was promising to the rest of the Alliance.
Nickolas pulled a stool up to the side of the tube, Nikita had woken up and she was smiling around the tube that covered her mouth so she could breath.
"How are you feeling?" he asked her. The glass that created the tube was not soundproof so she was able to hear him well enough. She nodded slowly, her head floating in the water.
"I'm glad you're feeling better." He smiled at her reassuringly. "Soon you won't have to worry about them." He smiled, more to himself now. "Once we have the scrolls there will be nothing stopping us. We can kill all of them with only a touch. We'll never have to fear again." He looked back to Nikita. "Jolie will not fail us." He nodded to her once before he stood up and left the room. He would no doubt use Nikita's story to convince the other mutants that they harbored, that the human race were something to be hated.
Nikita was no longer so sure about what to think. Before Jolie had left she had been wanting to change how mutants were viewed, and although she hated a lot of humans, she had no burning desire to destroy the entire race. But Nickolas had taken her aside and spoken with her about something, Nikita had never found out what it was, the scrolls Nickolas spoke of held no meaning to her. But before she left, on this new mission of hers, Jolie had seemed less like herself. It had actually worried Nikita, but Jolie soon vanished and there was nothing she could do except wait for her friend to return.
In the beginning it had just been Nickolas, alone he spoke out to fellow mutants that would listen. The world could change, he had said, the mutants must come together to make it happen. Nikita had followed him first, when no one else would, when alone Nickolas could be quite, charismatic. Soon enough there were more mutants listening, and agreeing to their cause. Nikita did not know where Jolie had come from, but Nickolas had brought her to the Alliance headquarters one day and she had been integrated as one of their own.
But as of late, Nickolas' message had become darkened; as though all along he had wanted nothing but to harm the human race. And now Nikita found herself unable to stop the monster that she had helped create. She lay motionless in the tank, just focusing on breathing through the tube. If only Jolie had not disappeared like she had, Nikita just hoped she returned soon.