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" Get yourself together girl" she whispered to herself. " Big girls don't cry , especially after their parents were murdered" Amy scolded herself. She got up off the wet maroon pillow and walked to the small bathroom that was connected to the room and washed her face.
Time to unpack" she said to herself. She opened up the box and picked up two speakers and the stereo. Setting the stereo next to the outlet and plugged in all of the cords in all of the right places. She sighed, she done this so many times. In Michigan, Texas, New Mexico, London, Kansas, California , and now New York.
She hated moving, but parents had jobs. Jobs as mutant rights leaders. They were some of the people who had stopped the M.R.A. No job concerning mutants came without death threats, and her parents had plenty. She thought bitterly.
She finished the stereo
system and moved on to unpacking personel hygiene items, clothing,
and pictures. Pictures of friends-the kind that liked mutants,
family, and one picture of her parents together. She felt the tears
threatening to start up again, and closed her eyes, taking a deep
breath. She put her pjs on and flopped down on the maroon bed, only
to be plagued by nightmares of her loving parents. The next
morning she awoke to maniacal laughter and the smell of smoke. She
glanced at the clock: 7:30.
NO ONE woke her up before 9:00 0n
Saturday morning. She was a night owl. Not a morning person.
She got out of bed, put on a black and pink bath robe over her oversized t-shirt and stomped outside into the hall. Following her nose to the source of the laughter and smoke, she got ready to kick somebody's butt for waking her up at 7:30.
She eventually found herself in the living room where she saw three of the men she had saw last night. Remy and two others she didn't know. An orange- haired guy controlling fire was giving a guy who turned himself into metal and Remy one heckuva fight.
" You can't take moy sheila away!" John was yelling. " Comrade, Mr. Metal was saying, you have put 5 rooms on fire this week, you need to get control!" "Johnny, gimme yo' lighter! Remy was yelling impatiently. Am one heckuva fight.
"
You can't take moy sheila away!" John was yelling. " Comrade,
Mr. Metal was saying, you have put 5 rooms on fire this week, you
need to get control!" "Johnny, gimme yo' lighter! Remy was
yelling impatiently. Amy really wanted to go back to sleep, but at
the rate this moron was carrying on she'd be lucky to get back to
her room.
She quietly walked up behind him and slapped on the back
of the head. "OWWW, what was that for?" John exclaimed while
rubbing his head. " For waking me up." She replied casually. "
Now gimme that ." she said grabbing his lighter. "NOOOOOO" John
wailed. " Mr. Roboto, catch!" she yelled, throwing the lighter
to Collossus.
" Phew, t'anks Amy, Remy t'ought we
never gonna get dat lighter from Pyro"
"Whatever" she
replied. " Comrades, I believer proper introductions are in order"
Piotr said politely. " I am Piotr Rasputin. I am from Russia. I
can turn my outer skin into a form of organic metal. My codename is
Collossus."
" Pleased to meet you Oy am St. John Allerdyce. Oy am from Australia. Oy can control the most wonderful thing on Earth, Foyre! Moy codename is Pyro." After that John started giggling madly.
" Oooookay" Amy replied uncertainly. "
" De name is Remy Lebeau. Hometown is New Orleans. Remy can turn an objects potential energy into kinetic energy. Codename is Gambit.
" So I'm going to be living with a guy who can turn himself into metal, a guy who can control metal, a pyromaniac who can, unfortunately, control fire, a guy who makes stuff explode, and an oversized cat?"
" Pretty much, Oui. Remy said matter- of- factly.
"Peachy"
After the introductions, Amy said she was going to take a shower and get dressed.
She made her way to her bedroom and stripped her pjs in the bathroom.
She turned the
shower on blazing hot and stepped in, letting calm and soothe her
body.
The one place she could cry and not be pitied. The hot
water mixing with her tears, she bathed and got out. She dried off
and dressed in black cargo pants, plain white t-shirt, and her combat
boots.
She glanced at clock, 8:55. Breakfast time. She jogged into the kitchen and was greeted with the delicious fragrance of French toast cooking. "Ahhhhhh" she sighed.
" You like French toast petite?" Remy questioned.
"I love it!" she answered.
" Why you lookin' at Remy in shock?" he asked.
" I didn't know men could cook." She admitted.
" I mean my dad … she
started and then stopped.
Remy ,sensing the girl's sadness with
his empathy, changed the subject by asking her to retrieve Pyro and
Collossus from the living room.
She walked off into the room
to get them for breakfast, still thinking thoughts of her parents.
She found them watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
"Cool, you
guys like BTVS too?"
"Loyke it? We love it"! Pyro exclaimed.
" I hate tearing you guys away from the best show one the planet, but Remy's got the French toast ready."
" Okay, Amy we are coming.
They could both hear her whisper, " I'm going to love it here."
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