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Hemlock rushed to the door, grabbing the medical kit on the way, as she saw BlackMagick enter the back room, bruised, bloody, and crying. Se helped her into an old chair, a remnant of the condemned shop.
"Who the fuck did it!" Katie asked. "What did they look like? Were they kids?"
"Katie, it's okay. You're never going to find them. You can't get everyone who attacks us, it happens every day. Plus there was like eight of them. You aren't as strong as you think you are," Christinialynne strained to say.
Katie scowled, beginning to dress Chrissy's wounds indignantly. "Kit, give me a hand here. Grab that rag and stop the bleeding."
"You know, I could do that for you…" Jeezer called from his sleeping bag in the corner.
"Okay, get over here." Katie barked. She had a distaste for Jeezer, or Durango, the healer, due to his lazy disposition.
"Okay, just give me five more minutes…" He said, yawning.
After Christinia was bandaged up, Katie made chamomile tea over their butane camp stove. Everyone else had gone to sleep, other than Monster, who had not yet returned to their makeshift sanctuary.
"We can't keep doing this, Chrissy. We have to do something about our vulnerability. I'm sick of having people come back like this. People just can't get over the fact that we are better than them."
"We're not better, just …" She thought for a moment before a smile came to her lips, "Unique!"
"Hmph. Well, leave my ego alone. I'd like to see one of them fight one of us and win. You think they could hold their own? No." Katie sighed. "I just need to… breed. We need to work on our population. That's all the damn humans got on us, anyways. So… I've got Monster. I just love a man with stamina!" She started laughing, and then realized Monster, or Sean, had entered the room, and laughed harder. "How long had you been there?"
"Long enough babe, let's get started," Sean said wit a half grin, and Hemlock pushed him away.
"I was just kidding!" She yelped, face red.
Christinialynne turned a beet red. So red, that she covered her face with her hands to hid it in the dark.
"Alright, alright, but hit me up if that offer starts soundin' appealing." He walked to his bed, putting on his headphones. "I'll be expecting you later tonight," He winked, before turning on his techno music.
"Ugh. That's terrible." Katie made a face, making Christinialynne giggle.
"Okay, I'm gonna go to sleep now…" She said in that skeptical tone of hers.
"Kay, night hun." Katie replied as Christinia went behing the shower curtain dressing room to change for bed.
Katie poured another cup of tea, wincing as she heard her friend yelp, obviously having trouble changing due to her injuries. She internally cursed Durango for being so damn lazy. She had challenged him to a few fights in the past, but Christinia would not stand for one of the Runaways fighting with brother mutants. She taught us to get along, being as we had all gone through the same hardships. But Hemlock doubted that. Her father had been a military man in a high position of power. He had trained her hard all her life, never letting her take an easy way out. They had moved many times throughout her life, leaving little time for any kind of social life. She had learned to fight her way through hardships, not taking shit from anyone but her father, who was ruthless with discipline.
Her life took it's inevitable turn one day in Washington, when she was sitting in the backyard of their condo. Her father came into the yard and began yelling at her for slacking off on cleaning the house. Something in her snapped, and she began yelling back for the first time in many years. He raised a fist to her, and all of a sudden vines grabbed his arms, pulling him back to the wall.
"Freak!" He had screamed. "What the hell is this!"
She stared, shocked, until he pulled himself out of the thin ivy and charged at her. He beat her senseless, then thrown her into her room.
"You're one of those freaks! My own daughter, a freak of nature! Pack your shit, I never want to see your face again!"
She didn't know how her own father could tell her to leave without a second thought. She had grown accustomed to his harshness, though, and did what he had asked without a second thought. Her mother silently gave her two-hundred dollars, her monthly spending money, as she left, with a tearful hug. There was no more she could do. She would most likely get a beating when she could not give her husband a receipt for what she had bought. He was one of those men who could beat you senseless and leave not even a bruise.
But that wasn't the kind of beating Hemlock had gotten her last day with her father. She had roamed the streets for weeks, limping, face swollen, until she met up with BlackMagick. Together they had fought off three perverted attackers that had cornered Hemlock. Since then they had picked up six other mutants, and found their current place of residence.
Katie sighed, bringing herself out of her depressing memories. Sometimes she found it easier not to think. She undressed into a big t-shirt, and layed down with a Faulkner novel, soon drifting off into a much needed sleep.