Chiara checked her watch as she came out of the dorm. It was almost
seven. She hadn't practiced in a while. The recreation room door had been
cut off by debris from one of the small staircase explosions.
When she was almost at the stairs, someone walked into her.
"Whoa..." a voice said. The person grabbed her wrists to stop her falling over. Chiara looked up and groaned. It was Simon.
"What do you want?" she asked, shaking her wrists free.
"Who's the new kid?" Simon asked.
"What new kid?" she asked, not wanting to look at him, but finding it hard.
"Hypnotist - dark hair - green eyes – new kid?"
"Oh. Connor?" Chiara asked.
"Connor..." Simon said, nodded and looking thoughtful. "Oh. You like him?"
"What? No I don't!" Chiara said, starting to leave. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
"You're talking to a psychic here, babe." He said, then smiled.
"Fuck off Simon." She said, but didn't move.
"Fine." He said, turning and going back the way he'd come.
"Wait!" Chiara called suddenly, but she hadn't needed too. He'd already turned around."
"Yes?" he asked. Chiara closed her mouth.
"You were on the list." She said. His eyes looked confused for a moment, then he nodded in understanding as he read her mind.
"I've got fans everywhere." He smiled finally and disappeared, literally. Chiara sighed loudly. For once she'd almost forgotten Simon existed and then he had to show up again, just as egotistical, just as arrogant, just as... hot...
Chiara threw her thoughts aside, angry with herself. Her friends were in danger and now all she could think about was boys. She'd never used to be like this. Of course there was the period when she moved from England and discovered that the opposite gender could actually be attractive, but she'd never had a boyfriend. Maybe having one would just fuck her up even more. She'd let Simon be Simon and let Alyx have Connor. It would be fine.
Kurt transported her down to the ground floor and she made her way to the door to the rec room. It was empty, cold and dark. She shivered and turned the light off but it'd stopped working. She sighed loudly and sat down at the piano, pushing back the cover.
She closed her eyes, fingers positioned, and tried to relax. She took another breath and started her piece. She opened her eyes again, but didn't really have to concentrate on the music she was playing. She watched her fingers, the hairs on her arms raising at the strangeness of being in an almost black room playing the Moonlight Sonata.
She stopped half-way through the first movement. She had the odd feeling that someone was spying on her, but she couldn't be sure. Her mind flashed back to the mansions raid and she turned around quickly.
There was someone spying on her, but they obviously weren't meaning to intrude. Connor was standing outside the room, but looking in. She could see him through the open door.
"You play?" he asked. She got up off the stool.
"A bit." she shrugged. I am such an ass, She thought, I've been playing eleven fucking years!
"You're good." He smiled helpfully.
"Thanks." Chiara said. She paused then continued. "I think Twist is going to be fine." She said. "Alyx is up with her now." Connor nodded.
"Good." He said. "She never talked about this Silence character when she was NYC, I suppose I can't do much for her anymore."
"You're leaving?"
"I might." He said. "There's not much to stay for."
"Oh right... with everyone wanting to kill us and everything." Chiara smiled. Connor reflected the expression.
"Alyx is nice." He said. Chiara almost sighed.
"Yeah." She smiled. "I haven't been here long, but she's cool."
"I was thinking if-" Connor started, but Chiara checked her watch.
"I have to go." She said quickly. She had nowhere to be, she just wanted to leave. She turned and quickly made her way back to Kurt. As soon as she was on the top level again, she ran for the dorm rooms, feeling, if possible, more pathetic.
She had barely any powers. It was rumored she was a headcase, and now she couldn't even talk to men. Being a mutant sucked.
When she was almost at the stairs, someone walked into her.
"Whoa..." a voice said. The person grabbed her wrists to stop her falling over. Chiara looked up and groaned. It was Simon.
"What do you want?" she asked, shaking her wrists free.
"Who's the new kid?" Simon asked.
"What new kid?" she asked, not wanting to look at him, but finding it hard.
"Hypnotist - dark hair - green eyes – new kid?"
"Oh. Connor?" Chiara asked.
"Connor..." Simon said, nodded and looking thoughtful. "Oh. You like him?"
"What? No I don't!" Chiara said, starting to leave. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
"You're talking to a psychic here, babe." He said, then smiled.
"Fuck off Simon." She said, but didn't move.
"Fine." He said, turning and going back the way he'd come.
"Wait!" Chiara called suddenly, but she hadn't needed too. He'd already turned around."
"Yes?" he asked. Chiara closed her mouth.
"You were on the list." She said. His eyes looked confused for a moment, then he nodded in understanding as he read her mind.
"I've got fans everywhere." He smiled finally and disappeared, literally. Chiara sighed loudly. For once she'd almost forgotten Simon existed and then he had to show up again, just as egotistical, just as arrogant, just as... hot...
Chiara threw her thoughts aside, angry with herself. Her friends were in danger and now all she could think about was boys. She'd never used to be like this. Of course there was the period when she moved from England and discovered that the opposite gender could actually be attractive, but she'd never had a boyfriend. Maybe having one would just fuck her up even more. She'd let Simon be Simon and let Alyx have Connor. It would be fine.
Kurt transported her down to the ground floor and she made her way to the door to the rec room. It was empty, cold and dark. She shivered and turned the light off but it'd stopped working. She sighed loudly and sat down at the piano, pushing back the cover.
She closed her eyes, fingers positioned, and tried to relax. She took another breath and started her piece. She opened her eyes again, but didn't really have to concentrate on the music she was playing. She watched her fingers, the hairs on her arms raising at the strangeness of being in an almost black room playing the Moonlight Sonata.
She stopped half-way through the first movement. She had the odd feeling that someone was spying on her, but she couldn't be sure. Her mind flashed back to the mansions raid and she turned around quickly.
There was someone spying on her, but they obviously weren't meaning to intrude. Connor was standing outside the room, but looking in. She could see him through the open door.
"You play?" he asked. She got up off the stool.
"A bit." she shrugged. I am such an ass, She thought, I've been playing eleven fucking years!
"You're good." He smiled helpfully.
"Thanks." Chiara said. She paused then continued. "I think Twist is going to be fine." She said. "Alyx is up with her now." Connor nodded.
"Good." He said. "She never talked about this Silence character when she was NYC, I suppose I can't do much for her anymore."
"You're leaving?"
"I might." He said. "There's not much to stay for."
"Oh right... with everyone wanting to kill us and everything." Chiara smiled. Connor reflected the expression.
"Alyx is nice." He said. Chiara almost sighed.
"Yeah." She smiled. "I haven't been here long, but she's cool."
"I was thinking if-" Connor started, but Chiara checked her watch.
"I have to go." She said quickly. She had nowhere to be, she just wanted to leave. She turned and quickly made her way back to Kurt. As soon as she was on the top level again, she ran for the dorm rooms, feeling, if possible, more pathetic.
She had barely any powers. It was rumored she was a headcase, and now she couldn't even talk to men. Being a mutant sucked.