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"What was that?" Callie whispered, absent-mindedly dropping that thing her boss had been so obsessed about in a black bag draped around her shoulder. She closed the safe and replaced the painting.
She had felt an underlying rage in the house that hadn't been there a minute ago. It was coming off this newcomer in waves, torrents...
She moved closer to where she felt the emotion coming from. She tried to enhance the feeling, not wanting to lose it, but this guy was really good at suppressing it.
'Must have a lot of practice.' Callie thought, walking faster.
She tried looking into his mind, but all she found was fog and blood. Plenty of emotion, but no memories to back them up. It confused her, but really just added to intrigue.
She called out once again to this new presence, calling out to his mind, his emotions, with everything she had.
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Logan stormed out of the room with a startled Nightcrawler left behind, trying to convince the girl's parents not to worry.
Logan could smell the little girls trail. It was easy to follow. How had she slipped by him in the first place?
He growled at the feelings inside of him.
What the hell had been inside that dart anyway?
~'After I find this girl I'm gonna take that father of hers and...'~
Logan shook his head. Stop thinking like that!
"What the hell is wrong with me?" He rumbled, taking a right turn through the main hallway, his hand dragging along the side of the wall for support.
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Callie turned another corridor and... was face-to-face with a little blonde. Callie's black curls jumped into her face as she stopped short to keep from running into the chicklet.
Callie smiled at her, sensing her fear. Pain came off the girl too. Callie noticed how she was holding her ears, and her interest peaked. So Callie searched her mind for some answers. The girl was definitely Montique's daughter; she had nothing but love and admiration for the man.
That'll change in a few years- Callie smiled to herself. Teenagers were hell.
The girl had apparently run away from her parents. Callie focused on a memory of an e-mail the girl had glanced at. Then later to when her father had opened a large wooden door. So many bad things had happened because of her, Chicklet felt, and she didn't want it to anymore. She had been listening to the people outside and if she had been able to make all of those people so mad, then how long would it be before she made her parents that mad? She didn't know what she had done, so how could she fix it? When the door opened, when everyone wasn't looking, she ran...
"Aww, what a cute little noble Chicklet..." Callie whispered to the girl. "Stupid but... No worries kiddo. When my powers manifested it ended up KILLIN' my folks. If all you've got is a bunch a' cameras and rocks, then I'd say you're doing a bang up job..." Callie paused, and pointed a finger at the girl. "Good luck with that."
Callie went to walk around the girl, 'Kids are annoying anyway' when she then stood two feet away from the man who had compelled her to abandon any hope of a stealthy get-away.
Rage still showered off him like a tsunami. Callie once again tried to raise it, tried to pull it into herself.
No luck.
~ 'God this guy was stubborn! Wonder what would really piss him off?' ~
Callie had a good idea.
Wolverine balled his hands into fists and brought his arms down in front of him, staring at Callie and then down at Leila.
Callie pulled a gun out of her jacket.
She pointed it at the little girl's head.
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"What was that?" Callie whispered, absent-mindedly dropping that thing her boss had been so obsessed about in a black bag draped around her shoulder. She closed the safe and replaced the painting.
She had felt an underlying rage in the house that hadn't been there a minute ago. It was coming off this newcomer in waves, torrents...
She moved closer to where she felt the emotion coming from. She tried to enhance the feeling, not wanting to lose it, but this guy was really good at suppressing it.
'Must have a lot of practice.' Callie thought, walking faster.
She tried looking into his mind, but all she found was fog and blood. Plenty of emotion, but no memories to back them up. It confused her, but really just added to intrigue.
She called out once again to this new presence, calling out to his mind, his emotions, with everything she had.
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Logan stormed out of the room with a startled Nightcrawler left behind, trying to convince the girl's parents not to worry.
Logan could smell the little girls trail. It was easy to follow. How had she slipped by him in the first place?
He growled at the feelings inside of him.
What the hell had been inside that dart anyway?
~'After I find this girl I'm gonna take that father of hers and...'~
Logan shook his head. Stop thinking like that!
"What the hell is wrong with me?" He rumbled, taking a right turn through the main hallway, his hand dragging along the side of the wall for support.
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Callie turned another corridor and... was face-to-face with a little blonde. Callie's black curls jumped into her face as she stopped short to keep from running into the chicklet.
Callie smiled at her, sensing her fear. Pain came off the girl too. Callie noticed how she was holding her ears, and her interest peaked. So Callie searched her mind for some answers. The girl was definitely Montique's daughter; she had nothing but love and admiration for the man.
That'll change in a few years- Callie smiled to herself. Teenagers were hell.
The girl had apparently run away from her parents. Callie focused on a memory of an e-mail the girl had glanced at. Then later to when her father had opened a large wooden door. So many bad things had happened because of her, Chicklet felt, and she didn't want it to anymore. She had been listening to the people outside and if she had been able to make all of those people so mad, then how long would it be before she made her parents that mad? She didn't know what she had done, so how could she fix it? When the door opened, when everyone wasn't looking, she ran...
"Aww, what a cute little noble Chicklet..." Callie whispered to the girl. "Stupid but... No worries kiddo. When my powers manifested it ended up KILLIN' my folks. If all you've got is a bunch a' cameras and rocks, then I'd say you're doing a bang up job..." Callie paused, and pointed a finger at the girl. "Good luck with that."
Callie went to walk around the girl, 'Kids are annoying anyway' when she then stood two feet away from the man who had compelled her to abandon any hope of a stealthy get-away.
Rage still showered off him like a tsunami. Callie once again tried to raise it, tried to pull it into herself.
No luck.
~ 'God this guy was stubborn! Wonder what would really piss him off?' ~
Callie had a good idea.
Wolverine balled his hands into fists and brought his arms down in front of him, staring at Callie and then down at Leila.
Callie pulled a gun out of her jacket.
She pointed it at the little girl's head.
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