Once again thanks everybody for the positive reviews. I'm glad (and surprised) that everybody seems to be enjoying this story. Well anyway, here's chapter 9
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It seemed stupid as he began to think about it. The whole night in general had seemed stupid in some weird way. Like a misguided dream that somehow ended up in his head. And part of that dream was that after nearly an hour of mindless talking she had dozed off in her bed: sleeping upside down, and looking like she was a thousand miles away from herself.
After saying good-bye to her sleeping form he found himself walking mindlessly up and down her street glancing up at her closed window as he passed her house. The rain had stopped by now but was followed by a light mist that seemed to keep him cold and wet anyway. He wasn't quite sure why he didn't want to go back to the base. Something about it just seemed so morbid and forbidding, (which normally he didn't mind)) but a queasy feeling in his stomach just made him feel like he belonged here.
He stopped his pacing at the thought and shook his head. No! He didn't belong here! That was Magneto's whole freaken point! He sighed as he took his hands out of his pockets: green, webbed, and ugly.
Everything but normal.
Everything that wasn't her.
He violently stuck his hands back in his pockets while he angrily swore to himself.
Look at this place! A voice inside his head screamed.
People have clean cut yards, and matching patio furniture, and white fences, and big gardens with-
He willed his conscience away as he stared at a nearby fence. His mouth dropped in slight amazement, because among the somewhat tame weeds that climbed the fence stood proudly and unabashed by the rain was a single yellow rose.
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"But what we have to remember about French literature is that it is often based on concepts of irony and-"
The gray-haired teacher with far too many different pairs of glasses decided to take hers off at that moment and address the half sleeping girl at the front of the class.
"Will you be joining us today Ms. Johnson? Or perhaps tomorrow is better for you?"
"Sorry" muttered the disheveled form as she stood up straight in the cold metal chair that seemed to be mocking her as it made an extremely loud squeak at the sound of her adjustment.
"Anyway," began the teacher totally ignoring the insistent in which half of the class was now staring at them. But once again this old woman had yet to receive any respect as Eva's desperate attempts to rid the sleep out of her eyes was interrupted by a poking at her spine.
"You OK?" Asked the unidentified female behind her.
"Yeah," she whispered while still looking straight ahead of her, "Just fine."
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Private school.
He wasn't surprised really with that particular choice he decided after he had gotten confortable on top of the old stone building that actually reminded him more of a church than a school.
After once again being asked some unwanted questions by his annoying coworkers, he had of coursed grabbed a few hours of sleep before heading out once more to "follow" his latest project although he had to admit she was becoming more and more entertaining by the moment. Three bells rang in his head before he noticed the trails of upperclassmen heading outside for lunch on the picnic area. Toad scratched his skin uneasily. The sun tended to burn him after a short period of time, and he squinted as he looked up. Well if he wasn't already damned he would have to say any traces of a storm the night before had certainly left. And although a certain crispiness clung to the air the sun had a way of influencing itself to the warm breeze that floated by.
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Luckily lunch had come quicker that Eva had originally suspected. And upon Jainy's instance she followed her energetic friends outside. She had to admit despite the struggle that they had put up to get her out here she kind of liked the pleasant weather that had turned up. She smiled beneath her sunglasses as she looked up. Funny. She thought.
A movement caught her eye as she glanced toward the roof. But figuring it was nothing more than a janitor working on some leaks in the ceiling she turned to her friends and was glad to feel the warm sun on he back of her neck as she exchanged the latest gossip.
But it wasn't until a few minutes later when an creepy feeling washed over. This feeling was followed seconds later by the sound of a shrill scream coming from the indoor cafeteria of the school.
Brigit McFearin was a wreck as she hammered herself out the doors and sent dozens of eyes upon her scared face. Mumbling and hysterical at the same time concerned faces surrounded her at once.
"Hey what's the matter?" Asked Jainy through the noise.
"Mutants...city hall, big explosion...people dead."
Shocks and gasps followed the broken answer as people began running inside to confirm the news. But soon Eva stood alone only remembering the words her mother had repeated to her earlier:
"...be at a commissions meeting later today in the late afternoon..."
Filled with terror and panic she decided to get the actual story before going further with her fear. Jainy caught her as she began running inside a grave look stood firmly on her face.
"Promise me you won't panic..." She began holding Eva's elbows firmly. Yet Eva could still feel shaking fingers attached to them. All around her details were being spread and before she knew it several more of the anti-mutant people she had known of were heading for the parking lot.
"What is going on!?" Eva said finally losing her patience.
Jainy swallowed hard. "During the commissions thing at the city hall building there was an explosion. Nobody knows if anybody was really hurt, but I guess they believe a group of mutants were involved. I...I heard they used their powers or something and a couple of anti-mutant protesters outside were killed...but...Eva Wait!"
Eva spent no time waiting. What if something had happened to her parents? Thoughts of them lying dead somewhere in pool of their own blood crossed her mind. She made a dash for the parking lot, Jainy was at her side a second later. And seeing the tears beginning to swell up in her fiend's eyes she acted loyally.
"We'll take my car." She said.
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It seemed stupid as he began to think about it. The whole night in general had seemed stupid in some weird way. Like a misguided dream that somehow ended up in his head. And part of that dream was that after nearly an hour of mindless talking she had dozed off in her bed: sleeping upside down, and looking like she was a thousand miles away from herself.
After saying good-bye to her sleeping form he found himself walking mindlessly up and down her street glancing up at her closed window as he passed her house. The rain had stopped by now but was followed by a light mist that seemed to keep him cold and wet anyway. He wasn't quite sure why he didn't want to go back to the base. Something about it just seemed so morbid and forbidding, (which normally he didn't mind)) but a queasy feeling in his stomach just made him feel like he belonged here.
He stopped his pacing at the thought and shook his head. No! He didn't belong here! That was Magneto's whole freaken point! He sighed as he took his hands out of his pockets: green, webbed, and ugly.
Everything but normal.
Everything that wasn't her.
He violently stuck his hands back in his pockets while he angrily swore to himself.
Look at this place! A voice inside his head screamed.
People have clean cut yards, and matching patio furniture, and white fences, and big gardens with-
He willed his conscience away as he stared at a nearby fence. His mouth dropped in slight amazement, because among the somewhat tame weeds that climbed the fence stood proudly and unabashed by the rain was a single yellow rose.
()()()()()()()()()()
"But what we have to remember about French literature is that it is often based on concepts of irony and-"
The gray-haired teacher with far too many different pairs of glasses decided to take hers off at that moment and address the half sleeping girl at the front of the class.
"Will you be joining us today Ms. Johnson? Or perhaps tomorrow is better for you?"
"Sorry" muttered the disheveled form as she stood up straight in the cold metal chair that seemed to be mocking her as it made an extremely loud squeak at the sound of her adjustment.
"Anyway," began the teacher totally ignoring the insistent in which half of the class was now staring at them. But once again this old woman had yet to receive any respect as Eva's desperate attempts to rid the sleep out of her eyes was interrupted by a poking at her spine.
"You OK?" Asked the unidentified female behind her.
"Yeah," she whispered while still looking straight ahead of her, "Just fine."
()()()()()()()
Private school.
He wasn't surprised really with that particular choice he decided after he had gotten confortable on top of the old stone building that actually reminded him more of a church than a school.
After once again being asked some unwanted questions by his annoying coworkers, he had of coursed grabbed a few hours of sleep before heading out once more to "follow" his latest project although he had to admit she was becoming more and more entertaining by the moment. Three bells rang in his head before he noticed the trails of upperclassmen heading outside for lunch on the picnic area. Toad scratched his skin uneasily. The sun tended to burn him after a short period of time, and he squinted as he looked up. Well if he wasn't already damned he would have to say any traces of a storm the night before had certainly left. And although a certain crispiness clung to the air the sun had a way of influencing itself to the warm breeze that floated by.
()()()()()()()()
Luckily lunch had come quicker that Eva had originally suspected. And upon Jainy's instance she followed her energetic friends outside. She had to admit despite the struggle that they had put up to get her out here she kind of liked the pleasant weather that had turned up. She smiled beneath her sunglasses as she looked up. Funny. She thought.
A movement caught her eye as she glanced toward the roof. But figuring it was nothing more than a janitor working on some leaks in the ceiling she turned to her friends and was glad to feel the warm sun on he back of her neck as she exchanged the latest gossip.
But it wasn't until a few minutes later when an creepy feeling washed over. This feeling was followed seconds later by the sound of a shrill scream coming from the indoor cafeteria of the school.
Brigit McFearin was a wreck as she hammered herself out the doors and sent dozens of eyes upon her scared face. Mumbling and hysterical at the same time concerned faces surrounded her at once.
"Hey what's the matter?" Asked Jainy through the noise.
"Mutants...city hall, big explosion...people dead."
Shocks and gasps followed the broken answer as people began running inside to confirm the news. But soon Eva stood alone only remembering the words her mother had repeated to her earlier:
"...be at a commissions meeting later today in the late afternoon..."
Filled with terror and panic she decided to get the actual story before going further with her fear. Jainy caught her as she began running inside a grave look stood firmly on her face.
"Promise me you won't panic..." She began holding Eva's elbows firmly. Yet Eva could still feel shaking fingers attached to them. All around her details were being spread and before she knew it several more of the anti-mutant people she had known of were heading for the parking lot.
"What is going on!?" Eva said finally losing her patience.
Jainy swallowed hard. "During the commissions thing at the city hall building there was an explosion. Nobody knows if anybody was really hurt, but I guess they believe a group of mutants were involved. I...I heard they used their powers or something and a couple of anti-mutant protesters outside were killed...but...Eva Wait!"
Eva spent no time waiting. What if something had happened to her parents? Thoughts of them lying dead somewhere in pool of their own blood crossed her mind. She made a dash for the parking lot, Jainy was at her side a second later. And seeing the tears beginning to swell up in her fiend's eyes she acted loyally.
"We'll take my car." She said.
