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Within the next week Randy had recovered sufficiently enough to sit up, an enormous accomplishment for anyone with her wounds, and she had exchanged the bed she was moved to after she woke for a wheelchair. The other teens in the school had taken an instant liking to the new girl and given her the nickname "White Claw", and after the first few days Randy had a whole bunch of friends, who would travel around the school with her talking about all sorts of things. It turned out the teen had grown up in England, moving to the states when she was eight and living with "family friends", though she never explained why she left England, or who the friends were, or why she was living on her own for the last two years in one of the biggest cities in the country.
Randy had also learned to block her mind surprisingly quickly, making impossible for Xavier or Jean to find out who had attacked her, as she would not talk about that either. This had infuriated Logan at first, but after a while he had gone to trying to trick the names or other information out of Randy, though whenever he tried she would just go expressionless and wheel away, sometimes with a hand gently touching the black trench coat she had washed many ties after finding it in the garbage, where Jean had thrown it. She hadn't told anyone why she had salvaged the coat, but it was common knowledge around the school that it had belonged to one of the boys that had attacked her in the city.
"So then vot?" Kurt asked, walking through the halls with Randy. The two had become close friends, closer than anyone else in fact, and they spent long hours talking or studying for classes together. It was suspected by more (including Logan) that Randy had told Kurt everything, but neither Xavier nor Jean would confirm anything at all. It was known that the two would go around the school grounds or into eachother's rooms to talk and never said anything about those times to anyone.
"Then I told the idiot what the loo was, and that there were no male prostitutes at my apartment," she said, laughing. Kurt also laughed as they walked towards the cafeteria.
"Vot do you think is for lunch?" Kurt wondered. Randy sniffed the air, her heightened senses were just starting to come back, though she remained convinced they would not be as good as they were before the attack.
"Smells like grilled cheese to me," she said, wheeling a little faster and making Kurt jog to catch up. Outside the cafeteria he gave up an teleported to the door, opening it wide to allow the wheelchair through.
"Oi! Kurt! Randy!" The two teenagers looked around to see the only other real close friend Randy had made running toward them, a girl with bright red hair ran up. She was pretty short, and had orangey skin that clashed with her hair so much that people with headaches often found it impossible to look at her, and her bright yellow eyes and fingernails made most wonder if her mutation was actually causing headaches. But Jannie* Leeken's mutation was a chameleon factor, she could blend into the background so quickly that if she were running down a hall only a tremor in the air would give her away. That and her eyes, which never blended in, so that to go completely unnoticed she'd have to stand still and close her eyes.
Jannie could also create colors and patterns on her skin without having to blend in, so though at the moment her skin was an unnatural orange it would frequently change to other colors to reflect upon her moods. This, and her incredibly sparky attitude, made Jannie an incredibly independent and special person, who had taken an instant liking to Randy and likewise.
"Oi!" she shouted again, changing to a bluish purple color and grinning, flashing her tiny sharp teeth. Kurt smiled at her and Randy grinned back.
"Hey, we can hear you loud and clear Cameal, quite down," she laughed. Jannie laughed also and turned a bright red color, with no difference between her hair and skin.
"You aren't going to eat, are you?" she asked. Randy raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah, kinda. I mean, that's why you do come to the cafeteria, isn't it? To grab some food?" she said. Jannie scowled.
"But all they have is chicken. I'm heading to the kitchen," she said, shrugging and walking off. Jannie was a very strict vegetarian and refused to look at meat or even touch it, heading off to the kitchen when the meals had meat in them, which was quite a lot. Randy laughed and then wheeled over to the food-line, grabbing her plate and a tiny amount of everything, even the chicken.
"You still hurt?" Kurt asked. Randy's face fell a bit, and she nodded.
"It always hurts," she said. "With every breath I take it hurts."
"Vell, it vill get better," Kurt said, trying to smile. Randy nodded and took her light plate from the table, putting it on her lap and waiting while Kurt got his food, and then the two sat at a table, talking about England and Randy's past. After a few minutes Logan came in and sat next to the pair, eyeing the small amount that had hardly been touched on her plate, though he didn't comment.
"How you kids doing?" he asked gruffly. Randy smiled at him.
"Fine, and how are you Mr. Logan?" she replied. Logan chuckled.
"I told you, it's Logan. I'm no mister and never will be," he said.
"Maybe someday though, Logan," he said. Logan glared at him, and the blue boy grinned back. Logan sighed.
"So, I'm headed out today. Got some stuff teh do for a little bit." He said. Randy looked at him as he dug into his chicken.
"Where are you going?" she asked. Logan tried to reply with his mouth full.
"Owere, ai us oin oo own," he said. Then he rolled his eyes and swallowed. "Nowhere kid, I'm just goin' into town." Randy looked at him suspiciously.
"Which town?" she asked. Logan glared at her.
"Nowhere," he said. "It's nothin important."
"Than may I go with you?" Randy asked. Logan choked on his drink and looked at her.
"No!" he said loudly. Randy pulled on her most innocent face.
"But if you're doing nothing important, and the professor said I should get out a little more..." she said. Kurt smiled, but Logan scowled.
"Then have the elf take yeh somewhere," he said. "You're friends now, aren't you?" he said.
"I have too much homevork," Kurt replied promptly. "Randy finished, but I still have too much to go anyvere." Logan glared at him, but Randy smiled.
"Then it's ok?" she asked. Logan seemed to be growing redder as she looked at him, and then he sighed and dropped his fork, putting his head in both hands and rubbing his temple.
"I'm going into the city," he said. At last. Randy nodded.
"I thought so. And what are you going to do?" she asked. Logan glared at her.
"You're the psychic here," he growled. Randy looked at the table.
"You're looking for them," she said softly.
"You're damn right!" Logan said, dropping his fists onto the table. "They'll just do this again and again, to every mutant they see. And then what?" he growled. Randy looked away.
"They might stop," she whispered.
"Stop? Stop?! They brought you hear for whatever reason, but I bet you weren't the first, and I'm sure you wont be the last. People like them never stop." Logan said. Randy thought for a moment, then looked at him.
"Take me with you, or I'll tell the professor. You know he wont let you do this." She said. Logan chuckled again.
"In those wheels? I'll be gone by the time you get to the professor." He said. Kurt cleared his throat.
"Then I vill teleport he up to the office before you get out the door." He said. Logan looked furious.
"I want to talk to them," Randy said firmly. "I want to see them, and give back this coat." Logan stared at her.
"That's one of their coats?" he asked. Randy nodded.
"When they found me in the alley one of the boys put his coat around me, and they brought me here in his car. I think his name was Kead, and the other was Tear. I know what they look like, I could help you find them twice as fast." She said. Logan thought for a moment, and then he rolled his eyes, standing up.
"The elf knew about this?" he asked. Kurt nodded. "Fine then, come on, or Chuck'll find out from me thinking bout this damn trip." He said. Randy smiled at Kurt somewhat sadly.
"Well, see you in a bit. It may take a few days," she said. Kurt smiled back at her.
"You vill find them," he reassured her. "Goodbye."
"Bye Kurt." Randy said, wheeling off to follow Logan, who was already out the door. She met him in the garage and he lifted her into the car, trying to avoid touching her chest or stomach, and Randy didn't make any signs of pain or any sounds, though it hurt a lot; her wounds probably wouldn't fully heal for a long, long time. Then Logan loaded up her wheelchair and got in.
"You sure you want to do this?" he asked. Randy nodded, holding the seatbelt away from her. Logan sighed and started the car, pulling out of the garage and heading down the driveway. At the end he hesitated and looked at Randy again, but she stared at him back, not showing any facial expression. Logan looked back at the driving wheel and then drove down the road, heading to the city some ways away.
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bad cliffie, I know. Please review and I'm also sorry it took so long to post.
-Ice Lynx
(*Pronounced Jane-ee)(I'm doing this cause other characters of mine have had their names mispronounce, I wish to avoid that again.)
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Within the next week Randy had recovered sufficiently enough to sit up, an enormous accomplishment for anyone with her wounds, and she had exchanged the bed she was moved to after she woke for a wheelchair. The other teens in the school had taken an instant liking to the new girl and given her the nickname "White Claw", and after the first few days Randy had a whole bunch of friends, who would travel around the school with her talking about all sorts of things. It turned out the teen had grown up in England, moving to the states when she was eight and living with "family friends", though she never explained why she left England, or who the friends were, or why she was living on her own for the last two years in one of the biggest cities in the country.
Randy had also learned to block her mind surprisingly quickly, making impossible for Xavier or Jean to find out who had attacked her, as she would not talk about that either. This had infuriated Logan at first, but after a while he had gone to trying to trick the names or other information out of Randy, though whenever he tried she would just go expressionless and wheel away, sometimes with a hand gently touching the black trench coat she had washed many ties after finding it in the garbage, where Jean had thrown it. She hadn't told anyone why she had salvaged the coat, but it was common knowledge around the school that it had belonged to one of the boys that had attacked her in the city.
"So then vot?" Kurt asked, walking through the halls with Randy. The two had become close friends, closer than anyone else in fact, and they spent long hours talking or studying for classes together. It was suspected by more (including Logan) that Randy had told Kurt everything, but neither Xavier nor Jean would confirm anything at all. It was known that the two would go around the school grounds or into eachother's rooms to talk and never said anything about those times to anyone.
"Then I told the idiot what the loo was, and that there were no male prostitutes at my apartment," she said, laughing. Kurt also laughed as they walked towards the cafeteria.
"Vot do you think is for lunch?" Kurt wondered. Randy sniffed the air, her heightened senses were just starting to come back, though she remained convinced they would not be as good as they were before the attack.
"Smells like grilled cheese to me," she said, wheeling a little faster and making Kurt jog to catch up. Outside the cafeteria he gave up an teleported to the door, opening it wide to allow the wheelchair through.
"Oi! Kurt! Randy!" The two teenagers looked around to see the only other real close friend Randy had made running toward them, a girl with bright red hair ran up. She was pretty short, and had orangey skin that clashed with her hair so much that people with headaches often found it impossible to look at her, and her bright yellow eyes and fingernails made most wonder if her mutation was actually causing headaches. But Jannie* Leeken's mutation was a chameleon factor, she could blend into the background so quickly that if she were running down a hall only a tremor in the air would give her away. That and her eyes, which never blended in, so that to go completely unnoticed she'd have to stand still and close her eyes.
Jannie could also create colors and patterns on her skin without having to blend in, so though at the moment her skin was an unnatural orange it would frequently change to other colors to reflect upon her moods. This, and her incredibly sparky attitude, made Jannie an incredibly independent and special person, who had taken an instant liking to Randy and likewise.
"Oi!" she shouted again, changing to a bluish purple color and grinning, flashing her tiny sharp teeth. Kurt smiled at her and Randy grinned back.
"Hey, we can hear you loud and clear Cameal, quite down," she laughed. Jannie laughed also and turned a bright red color, with no difference between her hair and skin.
"You aren't going to eat, are you?" she asked. Randy raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah, kinda. I mean, that's why you do come to the cafeteria, isn't it? To grab some food?" she said. Jannie scowled.
"But all they have is chicken. I'm heading to the kitchen," she said, shrugging and walking off. Jannie was a very strict vegetarian and refused to look at meat or even touch it, heading off to the kitchen when the meals had meat in them, which was quite a lot. Randy laughed and then wheeled over to the food-line, grabbing her plate and a tiny amount of everything, even the chicken.
"You still hurt?" Kurt asked. Randy's face fell a bit, and she nodded.
"It always hurts," she said. "With every breath I take it hurts."
"Vell, it vill get better," Kurt said, trying to smile. Randy nodded and took her light plate from the table, putting it on her lap and waiting while Kurt got his food, and then the two sat at a table, talking about England and Randy's past. After a few minutes Logan came in and sat next to the pair, eyeing the small amount that had hardly been touched on her plate, though he didn't comment.
"How you kids doing?" he asked gruffly. Randy smiled at him.
"Fine, and how are you Mr. Logan?" she replied. Logan chuckled.
"I told you, it's Logan. I'm no mister and never will be," he said.
"Maybe someday though, Logan," he said. Logan glared at him, and the blue boy grinned back. Logan sighed.
"So, I'm headed out today. Got some stuff teh do for a little bit." He said. Randy looked at him as he dug into his chicken.
"Where are you going?" she asked. Logan tried to reply with his mouth full.
"Owere, ai us oin oo own," he said. Then he rolled his eyes and swallowed. "Nowhere kid, I'm just goin' into town." Randy looked at him suspiciously.
"Which town?" she asked. Logan glared at her.
"Nowhere," he said. "It's nothin important."
"Than may I go with you?" Randy asked. Logan choked on his drink and looked at her.
"No!" he said loudly. Randy pulled on her most innocent face.
"But if you're doing nothing important, and the professor said I should get out a little more..." she said. Kurt smiled, but Logan scowled.
"Then have the elf take yeh somewhere," he said. "You're friends now, aren't you?" he said.
"I have too much homevork," Kurt replied promptly. "Randy finished, but I still have too much to go anyvere." Logan glared at him, but Randy smiled.
"Then it's ok?" she asked. Logan seemed to be growing redder as she looked at him, and then he sighed and dropped his fork, putting his head in both hands and rubbing his temple.
"I'm going into the city," he said. At last. Randy nodded.
"I thought so. And what are you going to do?" she asked. Logan glared at her.
"You're the psychic here," he growled. Randy looked at the table.
"You're looking for them," she said softly.
"You're damn right!" Logan said, dropping his fists onto the table. "They'll just do this again and again, to every mutant they see. And then what?" he growled. Randy looked away.
"They might stop," she whispered.
"Stop? Stop?! They brought you hear for whatever reason, but I bet you weren't the first, and I'm sure you wont be the last. People like them never stop." Logan said. Randy thought for a moment, then looked at him.
"Take me with you, or I'll tell the professor. You know he wont let you do this." She said. Logan chuckled again.
"In those wheels? I'll be gone by the time you get to the professor." He said. Kurt cleared his throat.
"Then I vill teleport he up to the office before you get out the door." He said. Logan looked furious.
"I want to talk to them," Randy said firmly. "I want to see them, and give back this coat." Logan stared at her.
"That's one of their coats?" he asked. Randy nodded.
"When they found me in the alley one of the boys put his coat around me, and they brought me here in his car. I think his name was Kead, and the other was Tear. I know what they look like, I could help you find them twice as fast." She said. Logan thought for a moment, and then he rolled his eyes, standing up.
"The elf knew about this?" he asked. Kurt nodded. "Fine then, come on, or Chuck'll find out from me thinking bout this damn trip." He said. Randy smiled at Kurt somewhat sadly.
"Well, see you in a bit. It may take a few days," she said. Kurt smiled back at her.
"You vill find them," he reassured her. "Goodbye."
"Bye Kurt." Randy said, wheeling off to follow Logan, who was already out the door. She met him in the garage and he lifted her into the car, trying to avoid touching her chest or stomach, and Randy didn't make any signs of pain or any sounds, though it hurt a lot; her wounds probably wouldn't fully heal for a long, long time. Then Logan loaded up her wheelchair and got in.
"You sure you want to do this?" he asked. Randy nodded, holding the seatbelt away from her. Logan sighed and started the car, pulling out of the garage and heading down the driveway. At the end he hesitated and looked at Randy again, but she stared at him back, not showing any facial expression. Logan looked back at the driving wheel and then drove down the road, heading to the city some ways away.
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bad cliffie, I know. Please review and I'm also sorry it took so long to post.
-Ice Lynx
(*Pronounced Jane-ee)(I'm doing this cause other characters of mine have had their names mispronounce, I wish to avoid that again.)
