Disclaimer- Morlocks and X-men belong to Marvel, I'm pretty sure everything else belongs to me.
What's Going on?
"What do you mean foster care?!" asked Margret.
"We mean that your too young to live by yourself and with your leg injury it would be unthinkable to leave you alone so you have to live with another family." Said the Ms. Maden in a nasally voice.
"But I-"
"We know you don't want to but we have no choice." She said cutting Margret off. Margret had finally recovered enough to leave the hospital but they wouldn't let her leave because she was 'too young' or something else. Margret knew that she wouldn't be able to fend for herself but she just wanted out of the stupid boring hospital. At first the most they would let her do was wheel around in her wheel chair and talk to the other people on her floor. Now she was out of her wheel chair and on crutches.
"Foster care!" Margret said when she got to her room. "I don't want to go live with some random stranger!"
The next day someone had already offered to take her in. "Isn't that wonderful?!" said the Ms. Maden.
"Sure whatever." Said Margret not even trying to sound happy.
"Aren't you excited?" Ms. Maden shot her an accusitory glance.
"Sure,"
"Well if you are or aren't they're coming at three o'clock today."
"Three o'clock! Today! Thats only two hours!"
"Yes so you'd better go get ready to meet them. Oh and wear something nice." With that Margret stormed up to her hospital room and slammed the door as best she could on crutches.
"Go put on something nice," said Margret imitating the woman, "go put something nice on so we can be rid of you!" Margret picked up a pillow and screamed into it.
At three o'clock Margret was standing next to the now very annoyed Ms. Maden in the best outfit she had after repeatedly being sent back up to change several times.
"Why didn't you dress right the first time?!" she asked angrily as they waited.
"You weren't specific enough in your directions and for your information, I don't have that many changes of clothes here." Margret shot back.
"How could you think that ripped blue jeans and a t-shirt was good?!" the woman shot back indignantly.
"For your information, that was my favorite t-shirt."
"I'll be surprised if they take you."
"Oh, Thanks." said Margret sarcastically.
"Oh look here they are!" As the people approached they smiled warmly and said,
"Hello we are the Birnmont's and we are here to see Margret Nell."
"Well hello, I am Ms. Maden and this is Margret Nell." Then Ms. Maden elbowed Margret when she said nothing
"Hi," said Margret.
"Hello Margret!" said Mrs. Birnmont over enthusiastically. Margret shuddered.
"So here are the papers you'll need to gain custody of her." said Ms. Maden quickly.
"Okay lets hurry so we can take her home!" said Mrs. Birnmont to her husband. They were treating her like a puppy! Half an hour later Margret was in the back seat of shiny silver Mercedes on her way "home."
"You'll love it sweetie! We have a nice, pretty little cozy room for you!" Nice? Pretty? Little? Cozy? The only thing in that sentence that sounded okay was cozy but even that made her shudder.
When the arrived at the house Margret wanted to hijack the car and take off! The house was happy yellow with flowers everywhere. Not that Margret didn't like flowers or yellow she just preferred evergreens and cascading water. She was escorted in by Gerald, her foster father, who reminded her on a huge teddy bear, except, that she had no intention of hugging this teddy bear. And Lana, her foster mother, reminded her of one of those creepy baby dolls that would say "I love you" even if you had hung drawn and quartered it. Margret almost passed out when she saw her room. It was pretty pink with flowers and butterflies.
"Oh my gosh! I have to live here!"
"Yes isn't it adorable!" cried Lana!
"Can I paint it?"
"Of course not! We just painted it for you!"
"But why did you assume that I would like it?!"
"Your only 15 and of course every girl would want a room like this!"
"Every girl except me." Margret mumbled.
"Don't be silly, if you don't love it already you will eventually." said Lana as she left the room with Margret's suitcase.
"Hey give that back!"
"Why, you don't need any of this stuff now."
"Yes I do." said Margret snatching back the suitcase.
"But we got you all new stuff." wined Lana, she sounded like a five year old!
"But I still would like to keep a couple things!"
"Oh." she said, shoulders drooping, I just thought you wanted to start fresh"
Who do they think they are?! Are they trying to erase my past or something! It's like they want me to act like their daughter or something!
Life at the Birnmont's home was like one of those tv shows where everything is happy and nothing bad seems to happen. Margret was off her crutches. Lana home schooled her and even when Margret dropped a plate and broke it Lana just smiled and cleaned it up.
I have to get out of here! It wasn't that Margret didn't like these people but she wasn't used to this much happiness! Margret came down to breakfast and Lana gasped.
"What did you do to your hair?!"
"Nothing why?"
"Nothing! Nothing! How can you do nothing if it's blue!" Margret was fully awake now.
"My hair isn't blue!" she spun around and looked in the mirror and gasped. "It is blue! How did my hair turn blue? This is cool." She turned around and Gerald was standing behind her. "Hi Gerald."
"Where's the hair dye sweetie?" he asked sweetly.
"I don't have any." she shrugged.
"Then where is it?"
"Really you have to believe me I don't know how this happened."
"People don't just wake up with blue hair."
"Well thats what happened, I don't know how else to put it, I haven't left this house since I got here and I don't have hair dye!"
"Oh well," sighed Lana, "Just don't do it again."
"Do what? I didn't do anything!"
"You know we don't approve of lying," started Gerald.
"I'm not lying!" and with that Margret stormed up to her room and slammed the door.
"What am I supposed to do about the fact that my hair turned blue overnight?!"
Over the next week Margret woke up with several different hair colors and her room had been searched for hair dye and of course none was found.
"I don't know what's going on!" she yelled down the stairs for the fith time after she woke up with bright pink hair "If I could stop it I would but I can't!" said Margret and closed the door.
"Every time my stupid hair changes color I get a stupid lecture from them about how hair dye isn't good for my hair and how they don't approve of lying, even though I don't know what's happening to me!" said Margret to herself after lunch. "Thats it! I need a break!" Margret crept down the stairs quietly laid a note on the table and left. The note read.
Needed a break, took a walk
don't call the police
I'll be back by dinner if not
then you can call the police
"Finally some freedom." sighed Margret as she walked down the alleyway. Dinner was at 5:00 so she had one hour before she should head back. But after about half an our Margret felt that she was ready to head home. She had more than one reason. First she was hungry, second it would take another half an hour to get back any way and third she felt she was being watched. So after a short break she began to head back towards home. She heard distant footsteps, her heart jumped and she quickened her pace. She went from speed walk to jogging to running for she could now hear definite footsteps behind her. She felt something zip by her and hit a wall nearby, now she was running for her life. Then something hit her square in the back and she fell. She screamed in pain and then she was surrounded by people they hauled her up and bound her hands.
"Let go!" she cried.
"Ain't you a pretty gel, look it her purple 'air boys, that must took a lot of hair dye"
"Let me go!" she cried again.
"An why would we wanna do that?" he sneered, she then realized that the whites of his eyes were yellow and his pupils were blue. Mutant! She quickly scanned over the rest of the group and saw that they were all mutants and they all were looking at her wickedly.
"So I see you've noticed or mutant traits, we are Morlocks." Morlocks! Margret was praying with all her heart that it was after dinner and her foster parents had called the police or if they had called the police anyway.
"Well what should we do boys? She's jus too pretty t' kill but too pretty t' let go." She sat helpless her fate being tossed around by a gang of evil mutants.
"Let me have a go." said a scalely one.
"Me first." said another one.
"Nah y' already hit er s' ma turn!" They were about to start fighting but the first man stepped in.
"Settle down Zapps gets t' decide cause he caught er but y' know what belongs t' me." There was grumbling in the group but none intervened as a man with purple hair and skin stepped forward she notice he also had red eyes with black pupils. She nearly screamed when she was zapped by a stream of purple lightning. His face twisted into a sick smile,
"Is that all yer gonna give me? I know you have more in y'" he zapped her again and she screamed.
"Louder." again she screamed.
"Cry." No! She screamed when zapped but she didn't cry. I will not cry!
"Go on let it out, just a couple tears, just for me." No
Now the mutant was getting frustrated. He kicked her and zapped her again only in the back. Her throat was swollen from screaming.
"Cry!" he pulled her up and punched her in the back where he had zapped hardest. She felt sudden anger inside. She felt a new energy surge through her. She hurled herself into her torturer and ripped her hands free of their bonds. Then she felt the level of power increase, now it was all she could do to hold it in, but she couldn't hold it and she let it go.
"I will never cry for anyone!" Then she fell to the ground and the last thing she heard was someone yelling for a medic.
