Chapter Two
Rory Fitzpatrick was defiantly what you would call pretty, even though her gift was a physical one. Which big amber eyes and long blonde hair she seemed fit the mold of model but she hated being stereotyped. She wasn't a dumb blonde.
Her long black tail and black ears stood out among her mostly normal appearance. Her longer eye teeth stood out in her smile but she could get away with smiling in public and not many people noticed unless they were looking.
"Well, he offered to drive me to go and get the cure. I said no and he actually said he had to save my soul. If you ask me it is his soul that needs saving." Rory nodded and looked into her latte. She had taken Warren to a café that was friendly towards mutants that her grandmother would take her too.
He nodded and looked at the table he hadn't wanted anything. She glanced at him, "You aren't used to being round others are you?" He glanced at her and realized that when she said others she meant other mutants.
"Oh, no, my father believed being a mutant was a less than favorable attribute." He gave her a small sad smile that made her heart break. "He dedicated his life to finding a 'cure' to save his only son. Eventually I realized I didn't want to be saved… didn't need to be saved." He nodded and looked at his hands.
Rory wasn't sure what to say, she was defiantly left speechless, "At least he cared," She said quietly. He looked at her.
"I suppose,"
They fell into an uncomfortable silence; Rory had to find something to say. "Where do you plan to go?" He shrugged.
"I am not sure where I can go,"
A thought hit Rory, "I know," She started digging around in the old leather backpack that she took every where; it had been around her shoulder in the fall so she avoided dropping it. "Here," She handed him a white business card. He looked at it.
"I am a little old for private school." He said handing her back the card.
She opened her mouth to explain but stopped distracted, "How old are you?" He stared at her slightly surprised, "If you don't mind me asking that is?"
"Twenty two," She nodded taking in the answer doing the math in her head, five years wasn't all that much difference.
"Sorry, uh it isn't just a private school; it is a safe place for people like us. It is run by Charles Xavier; I have been there for four years. It is really… great," She took the card back from him and pulled out a pen. She scribbled down her name on it and a time and flight number. "I am flying back tomorrow, and if you, ya know, want to join me, feel free." She held out the card and for a few seconds thought he wasn't going to take it but took it at the last second.
"I will consider it."
"Great," Rory said flashing him one of her famous smiles. He nodded and she saw the clock behind him. "Oh god," She stood up.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Oh I told my grandma I would be home a half an hour ago to pack." She hoisted the backpack on her shoulder and turned to Warren. She held out her hand and shook his. "It has been a real pleasure meeting you Warren and I hope to see you again and thank you for saving my life."
He nodded, "It has been an experience meeting you Miss Fitzpatrick."
"Call me Rory,"
"Alright Rory," And with that they parted ways and on the whole way home Rory was praying to her personal god that he would meet her at the airport tomorrow.
