Hey peoples! Glad you enjoyed the last chappie. Sorry about it being kind
of a mess, but what can you do? The formats don't like me. Honestly, I wish
I could get the chapters out to you guys quicker but it just doesn't happen
as fast as I want it to. Especially with winter break ending and me having
to become more serious with my grades. I'm going to turn into a cheesy
poster for "good grades = good college" if I don't write my fanfics. Which
reminds me to tell you all of my extreme work load. I'm juggling three
fictions right now including this one and it's hard work on top of daily
life. Sorry if I'm ranting but I was just in that kind of mood today.
Praise to all of my reviewers, I love all of you too much to describe. It
is a light in my day to see that somebody has reviewed, and that light
grows when it is one of my regulars. Lots of love, enjoy your chapter. Oh,
quick recommendation. You have to see The Last Samurai because it's one of
my favorite movies now.
Don't own anything..
""-Talking
''-Thinking
#@#@ #@#@-Scene change
^^ ^^-Flashback/Narrator speaking
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^^ Narrator returns after such great reviews about her first appearance ^^
Teenagers are not patient animals, and for that matter, neither is Sabertooth. Another uneventful two days for all the teams, even our rebels had fallen into a lazy funk that was just not fitting for young mutants. Conflict is as close as the snow on your nose..
#@#@ A wooded area in Bayville #@#@
Keyaira crunched through the snow in her new pair of boots that had arrived in the same type of blank package as her guitar picks and CDs from Christmas. They were simple and black, reaching up to her knee. They were not, in fact, not very different from the ones she wore everyday except that the soles were thicker and designed to have more traction. On top of the boots, in the package had been a long black winter coat, with fine fluffy gray lining and large black buttons. With her new boots and coat, added to her regular pair of jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt, she had turned a few heads as she had left the mansion for a walk. Brushing past a branch of pine leaves, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a couple kissing in an alcove of trees. Tapping into her power, she slid into invisibility and trekked on, unnoticed. For a good while, she walked, simply enjoying the insane antics of certain animals (A/N-crazy squirrels) and the way the snow fell. Barely noticing where she was walking, Keyaira knocked headlong into something rather wide and tall. Stumbling backwards, she glanced up and saw no one. She was very shocked to hear a voice echo from where nothing was standing.
"Bloody hell! What was that? There's nothing there, but I definitely
felt a bump. Unless my eyes deceive me."
Keyaira spoke before she thought, never her best quality.
"Then, honey, we're both deceived. Because I don't see anything where
your supposed to be."
The voice responded, Keyaira finally realizing the accent. This dude was British!
"You're a mutant!"
"So are you! And your friends call you Captain Obvious!"
"More like Ghost, darling-"
Viciously, she cut him off, her southern drawl snapping as she spoke.
"I ain't your darling, so don't call me that. You know though, it
easier to talk to somebody when you can see them. So if, you'll show
yourself, so will I."
She let her powers slide away, waiting until half a second later, a teenage boy appeared in front of her. He was also dressed in long black pants and black boots, a blue fleece jacket tossed on carelessly over a button down white shirt. They looked each other up and down, the boy trying to hide his smug grin until by some squirrelly activity, nearly a pound of snow fell into his spiky brown hair. Keyaira couldn't help but giggle as the smugness faded and he rubbed it out, chuckling embarassedly. Something in his eyes made her stick out her hand.
"Keyaira Creed. Nice to meet you. Do you have another name or do I
just call you Ghostie?"
His hand slightly damp, he reached out and gripped her hand tightly.
"My name is Daniel. My teammates are the ones who call me Ghost.
They're real characters."
Keyaira laughed, thinking of Mike and Ryan bickering over dinner until Andrew had thrown a few bread rolls at them. She nodded amiably, questioning him.
"Teammates are like that. You're a mutant ,right? Of course you are,
I'm just stating the obvious! But anyways, I think the way they act is
based on their abilities."
Daniel nodded deeply, pausing to remember when Darcy had made a mop and broom dance into life to clean the Brotherhood kitchen. Now, everything in that house that could be immaculate, was.
"Definitely. All mutants are different and they all are unique. Some
are cool and some aren't. Like those X-Geeks. God, how dorky are
they?"
Keyaira straightened, watching as he unknowingly continued insulting her teammates and the people she had come to care about. Her face tightened into silent rage as he looked up and questioned with a chuckle,
"I mean, can you believe those people?"
Before either could realize it, Keyaira punched him as hard as she could in the cheek. Daniel clearly wasn't expecting it and fell back into the snow, a new bruise blooming on his cheek, surrounding the small cut from her plain silver ring. Keyaira's eyes narrowed as she stared down at the shocked British boy.
"Next time, when you start insulting someone, you might want to check
who you're talking to first. I'm an X-Geek, but we prefer The Court.
And you've been judged. Stay away from me and my friends, you stupid
limey."
Turning away, she started to walk, but felt a sharp tug on her right ankle and fell, slicing open her bottom lip. Pushing herself up onto her forearms, she coughed into the snow, noticing the blood staining the snow. Daniel's voice rang off from a small distance as he returned her barb.
"Hard to stay away when you deserve a beating, Creed. And the Court
won't be able to protect you when I have my team behind me. So just
go."
Standing now, she flipped him her middle finger and thought, 'Isn't this sad? We could have been friends. We could have just been friends but who we hang out with matters now. And not just in a clique-way but in a way that matters how we live and survive. It's a scary thing, this world we live in.' Hearing him sneer, she crunched through the snow back towards the Mansion and hopefully some antiseptic. Boy, did that cut smart! Daniel watched the girl turn and leave, and did the same in the opposite direction. Back to the Brotherhood house and to the girls who were hungry for conflict with the people they had learned to despise. 'Those girls are like wolves,' he thought, 'Gorgeous, mutant wolves. Well, If it's conflict they want, It's conflict they'll get!' His thoughts wandered to Seyla in her fox form, Kitsune, the others had called her. 'This'll be a blast.'
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The most definite next chapter is the battle between Brotherhood and The Court! Who will win? Who will be injured horribly? Am I just stalling until I have to write the next chapter? Say it with me now...YES!!!! Anyway, hope you enjoyed this one except for the fact that its a cliffie until the actual battle. Oh well, I promise that right after I post this one, I'll start writing the battle. I swear on my beloved penname!!!! Anyway, let me just do a little self promotion. Read my one-shot romance/angst under the title 'Paintings of you on my walls' because I loosely based it on my OC and Takara ruined that for everybody. Grrrrr. (J/K- I'm not really mad at you, just being silly! Good for you for guesing!!!) Anyway, please read it, I hope you like it. Please tell me if I'm a hopeless romantic. LOL, bye for now, MP3
Don't own anything..
""-Talking
''-Thinking
#@#@ #@#@-Scene change
^^ ^^-Flashback/Narrator speaking
*****************************************************************
^^ Narrator returns after such great reviews about her first appearance ^^
Teenagers are not patient animals, and for that matter, neither is Sabertooth. Another uneventful two days for all the teams, even our rebels had fallen into a lazy funk that was just not fitting for young mutants. Conflict is as close as the snow on your nose..
#@#@ A wooded area in Bayville #@#@
Keyaira crunched through the snow in her new pair of boots that had arrived in the same type of blank package as her guitar picks and CDs from Christmas. They were simple and black, reaching up to her knee. They were not, in fact, not very different from the ones she wore everyday except that the soles were thicker and designed to have more traction. On top of the boots, in the package had been a long black winter coat, with fine fluffy gray lining and large black buttons. With her new boots and coat, added to her regular pair of jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt, she had turned a few heads as she had left the mansion for a walk. Brushing past a branch of pine leaves, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a couple kissing in an alcove of trees. Tapping into her power, she slid into invisibility and trekked on, unnoticed. For a good while, she walked, simply enjoying the insane antics of certain animals (A/N-crazy squirrels) and the way the snow fell. Barely noticing where she was walking, Keyaira knocked headlong into something rather wide and tall. Stumbling backwards, she glanced up and saw no one. She was very shocked to hear a voice echo from where nothing was standing.
"Bloody hell! What was that? There's nothing there, but I definitely
felt a bump. Unless my eyes deceive me."
Keyaira spoke before she thought, never her best quality.
"Then, honey, we're both deceived. Because I don't see anything where
your supposed to be."
The voice responded, Keyaira finally realizing the accent. This dude was British!
"You're a mutant!"
"So are you! And your friends call you Captain Obvious!"
"More like Ghost, darling-"
Viciously, she cut him off, her southern drawl snapping as she spoke.
"I ain't your darling, so don't call me that. You know though, it
easier to talk to somebody when you can see them. So if, you'll show
yourself, so will I."
She let her powers slide away, waiting until half a second later, a teenage boy appeared in front of her. He was also dressed in long black pants and black boots, a blue fleece jacket tossed on carelessly over a button down white shirt. They looked each other up and down, the boy trying to hide his smug grin until by some squirrelly activity, nearly a pound of snow fell into his spiky brown hair. Keyaira couldn't help but giggle as the smugness faded and he rubbed it out, chuckling embarassedly. Something in his eyes made her stick out her hand.
"Keyaira Creed. Nice to meet you. Do you have another name or do I
just call you Ghostie?"
His hand slightly damp, he reached out and gripped her hand tightly.
"My name is Daniel. My teammates are the ones who call me Ghost.
They're real characters."
Keyaira laughed, thinking of Mike and Ryan bickering over dinner until Andrew had thrown a few bread rolls at them. She nodded amiably, questioning him.
"Teammates are like that. You're a mutant ,right? Of course you are,
I'm just stating the obvious! But anyways, I think the way they act is
based on their abilities."
Daniel nodded deeply, pausing to remember when Darcy had made a mop and broom dance into life to clean the Brotherhood kitchen. Now, everything in that house that could be immaculate, was.
"Definitely. All mutants are different and they all are unique. Some
are cool and some aren't. Like those X-Geeks. God, how dorky are
they?"
Keyaira straightened, watching as he unknowingly continued insulting her teammates and the people she had come to care about. Her face tightened into silent rage as he looked up and questioned with a chuckle,
"I mean, can you believe those people?"
Before either could realize it, Keyaira punched him as hard as she could in the cheek. Daniel clearly wasn't expecting it and fell back into the snow, a new bruise blooming on his cheek, surrounding the small cut from her plain silver ring. Keyaira's eyes narrowed as she stared down at the shocked British boy.
"Next time, when you start insulting someone, you might want to check
who you're talking to first. I'm an X-Geek, but we prefer The Court.
And you've been judged. Stay away from me and my friends, you stupid
limey."
Turning away, she started to walk, but felt a sharp tug on her right ankle and fell, slicing open her bottom lip. Pushing herself up onto her forearms, she coughed into the snow, noticing the blood staining the snow. Daniel's voice rang off from a small distance as he returned her barb.
"Hard to stay away when you deserve a beating, Creed. And the Court
won't be able to protect you when I have my team behind me. So just
go."
Standing now, she flipped him her middle finger and thought, 'Isn't this sad? We could have been friends. We could have just been friends but who we hang out with matters now. And not just in a clique-way but in a way that matters how we live and survive. It's a scary thing, this world we live in.' Hearing him sneer, she crunched through the snow back towards the Mansion and hopefully some antiseptic. Boy, did that cut smart! Daniel watched the girl turn and leave, and did the same in the opposite direction. Back to the Brotherhood house and to the girls who were hungry for conflict with the people they had learned to despise. 'Those girls are like wolves,' he thought, 'Gorgeous, mutant wolves. Well, If it's conflict they want, It's conflict they'll get!' His thoughts wandered to Seyla in her fox form, Kitsune, the others had called her. 'This'll be a blast.'
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The most definite next chapter is the battle between Brotherhood and The Court! Who will win? Who will be injured horribly? Am I just stalling until I have to write the next chapter? Say it with me now...YES!!!! Anyway, hope you enjoyed this one except for the fact that its a cliffie until the actual battle. Oh well, I promise that right after I post this one, I'll start writing the battle. I swear on my beloved penname!!!! Anyway, let me just do a little self promotion. Read my one-shot romance/angst under the title 'Paintings of you on my walls' because I loosely based it on my OC and Takara ruined that for everybody. Grrrrr. (J/K- I'm not really mad at you, just being silly! Good for you for guesing!!!) Anyway, please read it, I hope you like it. Please tell me if I'm a hopeless romantic. LOL, bye for now, MP3