Sky, Air and Fire

by FLUFF MASTER

This is the story about two friends of mine, and I, being mutants. We are newly found mutants, and adventure through the world. THere will be fluff, romance, lust, angst maybe, new enemies, old enemies, old friends, new friends. Please review, its good

2. Lauren and Ann

Disclaimer, sadly, I do not own either x-men evolutions, Lost prophet song Make a move, but I do own myself. Ann and Lauren own themselves.

Chapter 2

"Hey Ann" Lauren said, brushing her mid-torso length hair. Ann entered the room, and she was still amazed at the fact that the entire room was covered in posters, many of them suggestive, but implied, if not showing dirty things. Ann sighed; her parents would never allow her to have this many posters. Lauren turned around from the mirror, looking at Ann with her gray eyes. Ann had one of those figures. "I want to see this." Lauren said, grabbing the fourth Harry Potter book and compared it to Ann's stomach. "Yep, you are defiantly skinner."

"Its not my fault." Protested Ann, sighing. No matter what she eats, she was skinny as a pencil. Although there were more pressing issues than her figure, it still made her upset that she also lack a large, let us say, bosom. She got teased by some of her friends for lacking size in certain parts of her body. The fact that she whacked them all on the head afterwards was completely irrelative. "So how's the ummm issue?" Ann whispered, leaning close, making sure that the door was locked.

Lauren sighed, and said "its not as noticeable as yours, I can usually blame it on the air, considering that it is air, although you have a tougher problem." AS if to state the problem, Ann's fingernails lit up in a black flame. Lauren dosed it out with a prepared water bottle. "Still have that string fetish going on?" Lauren asked. One a previous day, Lauren had been playing string with her cat, and Ann spontaneously attacked the string. IT was odd, even for Ann.

"LAUREN, IS THERE A REASON A MS JEAN IS HERE TO SEE YOU?" One of Lauren's parents shouted from downstairs.

"WHO?" Lauren shouted back, making Ann's ears ring.

"JEAN GREY."

"I DON'T KNOW WHO SHE IS? WHAT SHE WANTS?" Lauren shouted back, Ann just covered her ears and prayed that this would be over soon.

"SHE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN ONE OF HER SCHOOLS. I'M SENDING HER UP."

Ann and Lauren looked at each other. "SHOULD I SEND ANN HOME?"

"SHE WANTS TO SPEAK TO ANN TOO."

I stared down at the ground again. My blond hair dripped with sweat. The sun was beating down on me. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. I knew it was wrong, but I had to do it. It's a narcotic, ever time I do it, and the urges get stronger. The sense of freedom is just so indescribable, it's like everything that holds you down just disappears, and you just float. The airbrushes against your skin, and when you spin, you just lose yourself in the pleasure. I switch on my music, turning it to my favorite song, and let myself fall over the roof.

So are we lost or do we know
which direction we should go
Sit around and wait for someone to take our hands and lead the way

Cause every day we're getting older
and every day we all get colder
we're sick of waiting for our answers

I kept falling. People were gathering around, camera's flashing. I was a few feet before I stopped, suddenly. I hovered there for a few seconds, basking in the light of the camera flashes.

Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
Yeah so tired of waiting, waiting for us to
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
Yeah so sick of waiting, for us to make a move

Are we meant to take the pain
Should we sit around and wait
Are we being saved
Or was I another lie you made to make us hate

Cause every day we're getting older
And every day we all get colder
We're sick of waiting for our answers

I zoomed across the street. I was spinning out of control, it seemed. Going faster and faster, nothing there to stop me. I was trailing a black Sudan, when suddenly; I felt a large droplet of rain. There was a heavy fog suddenly appearing.

Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
Yeah so tired of waiting, waiting for us to
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
Yeah so sick of waiting, for us to make a move

Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
And we will never lose
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
it's time to make a move
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
And we will never lose
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
it's time to make a... move!

Lighting struck a power cord, bright showers struck at the bystanders. I continued to fly, knowing that a building was coming up. I stopped in midair, and saw a dark figure in the fog. I turned away, and fled, a spark of fear ignited my instincts to run away.

It's not enough
To let it run
just wait until
it's over

So sick of waiting for our answers...

Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
Yeah I'm so tired of waiting, waiting for us to
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
Yeah I'm so sick of waiting, for us to make a move

Wake up, wake up, wake up
And we will never lose
Wake up, wake up, wake up
It's time to make a move
Wake up, wake up, wake up
And we will never lose
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Make a move (move, move, move, move).

"STOP" boomed a voice. I tried to fly away, but suddenly, a dart fit me in the neck, and I started to fall asleep, losing control of my power. Someone grabbed me, and I feel asleep in there arms.

END

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