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Cats with Claws

Chapter 5: A Drive Around Town

LAST TIME:

Sandra then stood up and screamed "ENOUGH! SHUT THE HELL UP!" She banged her fist on the table, everyone stopped talking Sandra then snarled, "Well did any of you ass-holes thought for one moment there is a REASON that I'm not going to school. Perhaps I don't have to go to school since I'VE ALREADY GRADUATED!" She roared the last part. Some of the students were stunned but Sandra wasn't done. "Not ONLY have I already graduate high school, I've also ALREADY attended college and have my Bachelors Degree. Yeah that's RIGHT I'm not a little twerp in high school like you LOSERS are!" She marched up to Forge and hissed, "Give me that holo-watch."

Forge stammered for a moment saying that he wasn't completely done but then Sandra grabbed his shirt and he quickly gave the watch to her. She stormed out of the dinning room. The room was still in complete silence everyone was just stunned. Then there was the sound of a car engine roaring to life and out the window you could see Sandra's car leaving the mansion.

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BACK AT THE MANSION

Xavier politely coughed, "Well it seems that could have gone better," As he tries to stay optimistic.

Logan leaned over, "Chuck, why the HELL did you not mention that little tidbit of information earlier. Would've made my life a hell of a lot easier!"

"To be honest, it slipped my mind. I'm surprise she didn't tell anyone earlier."

The students still sat in complete silence still stunned at the sudden outburst.

"So… she's like seriously 22." Kitty ask.

"Yes, and all she said in her rant was also true."

Scott looked around and questioned, "Should someone go after her? She seems really angry and she could cause some damage on the streets." The last thing they needed was more bad press Scott added silently to himself.

"No, that won't be necessary. She just needs to calm herself. She will most likely just drive around awhile then come back later on tonight." Xavier stated confidently

"How can you be so sure Professor?" Asked Jean

"All of her things are still here, are they not?" He said with a half grin, "Well, let's finish up eating, we don't want all this food to go to waste?" And with this the students went back to eating, some with more vigor than others.

Sandra was really pissed off, she was speeding going 50 mph easily but strangely the streets seemed empty of life but she wasn't really paying any attention. She popped in a CD and turned up the music real loud as she accelerated with the music. She listened to the lyrics of the next song, 'Out of Control' by Hoobastank.

Emotionally she was a wreak. A few months ago, everything was fine; fights with the family, finishing up her degree, and now she had no family and she was a freakin' mutant. Why is it when bad things happen they happen all at once? Just another life mystery in the world.

God she was so messed up. Now she was going about 70 mph, almost as if she went fast enough she could out run herself, emotions, and thoughts. She would have kept going blindly down the streets if her stomach didn't make itself known at that moment.

'Damn I should have eaten more before leaving…' Even though she wouldn't admit it, she was completely lost. Sighing Sandra turned down a road noticing she was actually on the way out of town, "Shit, can't do that," she then made an illegal U-turn in the middle of the street. "Meh, see if I care if that was a legal move. Hmmm, I should try and find someplace to eat. I'd eat almost anything at this point."

Rolling down the empty streets it started to piss and pour. "Ugh, for the love of God, why now? Someone must really hate me upstairs." She then added sarcastically, "I can't imagine why."

In her sour mood Sandra almost drove past a truck stop. It was one of those greasy spoon dinners that looked like it belonged in the 50's. Places like these usually don't have anything 'healthy' for anyone. "Screw it, I'm all for greasy artery clogging food. My thighs will thank me later."

Pulling up to the dinner Sandra turned off the music and she had to first checked to make sure she had cash on her, "That's good," she quickly checked the mirror, "Ah, fuck, forgot about that, now where is that damn watch. I know it was right here a moment ago." Finding it she strapped it on her wrist and started to wonder if she could use the watch correctly. 'Probably should have stayed long enough to get directions… aw, whatever, can't be that hard.'

She pushed the largest button hoping that would work. There was a quick flash, "Huh… Umm…. Did it work?" She looked in the rearview mirror, "Okay, this holo watch is defiantly a work in progress."

Looking back at her in the mirror was someone complete different, even before her mutation. First off, she had never had a dark complexion, but at the moment she was a dark brown, she looked like she'd been living in South America or something like that. Also her hair wasn't black as if should have been, it was reddish orange-ish with blonde high lights. Lastly, her eyes were still purple, but at least human looking. Overall, she looked pretty weird. Looking closer she twitched her ears and when they were straight up they could be seen. 'Hmmm, just gotta clip them down.' With a few stray hair clips her ears where out of sight, though it was a little uncomfortable. Finishing up she quickly tucked her tale down her pants, the hologram didn't cover that big of a radius.

"Eh, whatever. At least I know I don't look good with light red hair. Damn does it look weird." Lucky for her, she had an old jacket in the back seat just in case of an emergency, and this was one. She had to cover up and make sure the rain doesn't hit the watch, who knows if it's water proof or not. 'Probably not with my luck.'

The Dinner itself was pretty empty for this time of night. There were two truckers at the counter and a waitress with one of those bee-hive hairdos. Nothing too interesting going on, Sandra sat down at a booth and the waitress gave her a menu. Sandra missed the odd look the waitress gave her.

The waitress started talking with in a disinterested sort of way, "Welcome to Dinner Number 5, here is our menu we only accept cash. Tonight's special is Johnny's Special Chili. What would you like to drink?

Sandra quickly scanned the menu, "Hmm, yes, I think I'll have a large cheese burger, cooked medium, with ketchup and bacon. I'd also like an extra order of fries and a vanilla milkshake."

"Yes, Right a way." When the waitress left Sandra just rolled her eyes. 'Thank God I got an education, or I'd be stuck in some hell hole like this too.'

Drumming her fingers on the table, Sandra waited for her food. Some yelling could be heard in the back and ten minuets later Sandra's food appeared. She was so hungry she inhaled her fries and milk shake, but after she bit into the burger her face contorted in disgust. Looking at the burger closely she noticed it was burnt to a crisp.

"What the fuck?" She muttered. "HEY Waitress, what the hell is this?"

The waitress walked over and huffed, "Is something wrong?"

"Hell yeah, there's something wrong. This burger is flipping burnt to a crisp! It's char coal black all the way through."

"Right, I'll go tell the new cook to fix it."

Sandra was a little angry, but she wanted to eat more than she was angry. There was even more yelling then before and it was louder. Sandra heard snippets of the conversation.

"… over done! I said medium, damnit! …… I'm trying to get a decent tip this time!"

"… who in the hell eats …. It's bloody well raw… disgusting… not gonna do it!"

"… better do it now… already on thin ice… got a problem then talk to the customer…"

A guy burst through the door to the kitchen and marched up to Sandra, he looked to be in his mid to late 20s he was wearing a 'kiss the cook' aprons and had flaming red hair, "Eh, shella, what's the blazing is wrong with you? That burger was blooming fine! How can you eat it any other way? It's barbaric."

"WHAT THE HELL! How DARE you tell me how I should order and eat my food! YOU STUPID PRICK! Fine, FUCK IT! I'm leaving, here's twenty bucks, and I'm never coming back to this dump AGAIN!"

At this point the manager came out, but he was too late. Sandra was out the door. "DAMNIT JOHNNY! This was your third chance, THRID! That's IT! You're FIRED" Screamed the manager.

John tensed up and then started cackling, "Me fired, no bonza, I think you gots it wrong," John then removed a lighter and lit it, "It's you who is fired, all of you." He laughed into the night as the place burned down. "Last time I go work in the real world. Now on, it's only writing and being an arsonist for hire. I wouldn't be here if Mags hadn't had a break down all over his madder than a hatter daughter. It's so hard to fine a fun job these days." The flames rose higher consuming everything. The people that were there in the dinner somehow made it out alive, but none of them could ever speak after the traumatizing event.

BACK AT THE MANSION

Bobby was setting his trap, it was the prefect time to do so, Sandra was gone and no one liked her so if they saw what he was up to, no one would stop him. His plan was coming together.

BACK WITH SANDRA

"What the hell is wrong with this town? This has got to be up there with the worse days of my life, hands down. Hey, at least it's stopped raining. I'm just glad I ate all those fries when I had the chance."

Driving on the road Sandra eventually came to a fork in the road. 'Hmm, which road should I take? The one with a sign or the creepy looking dirt road, lemme think… ah, screw it, I'm taking the dirt road, what's the worse thing that can happen?'

The road was soaked and was muddier then it actually looked. Unfortunately the long dirt road was a dead end, ending at a large creepy Victorian style house. "You have GOT to be shitting me. A creepy old house, at the end of an unmarked dead end, damn, guess my little adventure is over. Geeze, it's only ten o'clock, maybe I'll take my time and wait for it to get later and maybe everyone will be asleep… oh wait… it's Saturday, damn. Maybe no one would bother her if she threatened to kill them or something. She put her car into reverse and started a U-turn when Sandra felt her back left tire sink.

"Oh, nonononononononono, Not now! Come on baby, you can do it!" Sandra started to plea with her car. She revved it several times, but to no avail. Hitting her head on her steering wheel she pulled out her cell phone, but realized she didn't know anyone's number, plus when she turned it on, it died.

"Well isn't this wonderful." She stared at the house wondering if anyone actually lived in the dump when she saw some lights on. "Hope whoever's there isn't a serial killer, meh, but knowing my luck."

She then stepped out of her car feeling her foot sink a little in the mud, 'Life is Wooonderful…' Slowly Sandra marched up to the front door of the house trying not to look angry. The only positive thing was that since the rain stopped it brought a cool breeze in the air. 'Better get this over with.' Lifting her hand, Sandra knocked on the door.

The little activity she could hear inside stopped and there was some shuffling. Suddenly the door was flung open and there were three guys in the doorway: The first guy was wearing some grungy ratty looking cloths and smelled like he hadn't taken a bath in years, not to mention he looked a little green. The next guy had much nicer cloths and shockingly white hair, but he also had this air of cockiness around him. Lastly was a guy with a mullet and a band t-shirt on. He was the one to speak, "Yeah, whadda you want?"

Sandra had to hold back any nasty remarks, "See, I'm kinda lost and my car is stuck right there," she pointed to her car, "I don't have anyone's number plus my cell just died and I was hoping you had a phone and a directory I could use." She even quivered her lip a little to add to affect.

The green guy spoke up, "Hey, yo, I don't think we gots a phone book, I think we blew it up or something, mayb-"

He was then cut off by the blonde, "It doesn't matter, you shouldn't be trespassing."

Sandra's left eye twitched at this, 'That arrogant bastard.'

The blond continued, "Plus we don't help your kind, now why don't you take a hike, or maybe we have to get nasty." The guy with the mullet rolled his eyes while the green guy was picking his ear, both pretty disinterested in the conversation.

Sandra blinked, "What the hell are you talking about? My KIND?"

Mullet guy tilted his head slightly, "Didn't you see the sign down there in front of the dirt road?"

"What sign. There was no sign."

The green guy cursed, "Damn, someone must have knocked it down again. It was cool sign too."

In the background a male voice yelled, "Who's at the door?"

"No one important Freddy," Yelled back the blond, "Just keep watching Desperate House Wives."

Enough was enough, "Listen here. I don't care if you guys are part of a cult or whatever it is, I don't want to be here, you don't want me here. Let me use your phone and I'll leave okay."

"Now why should we do that? What do we get out of this?" asked blonde.

"Aw, cut the crap Pietro, let's just help so she can get the hell out of here," said the mullet guy.

"No way Lance, I want something in this," Pietro was his name, spied Sandra's watch, "Well, maybe I'd take that nice looking watch you have and we'll call it even." Before Sandra could tell him to go to hell, he took it from her in a blink of an eye. The three guys blink for a moment at the dramatic change in color.

"Holy shit dude, she's a mutant too," Said the green guy.

"No shit Toad. I couldn't figure that out on my own." Lance said sarcastically.

"Fuck, great, now Blonde, give me back my God damn watch or I'll kick your fucking ASS!"

Pietro started laughing, "Yeah I'd like to see you try!" Pietro started zipping around Sandra, "Can't catch me." He probably would have carried on longer if a bolt of blue energy hadn't slammed him in the wall.

"Shut up Pie." A Goth descended the stairs with a angry look in her eyes.

"Hey there sweetie, how's my favorite girl in the world feeling," Asked Toad in a love sick way. After he said that, the Goth seemed to flare green and zapped Toad into the opposite wall. Quickly while there was a distraction Sandra grabbed her watch, though she didn't put it back on.

"Umm, yeah, thanks…"

"Wanda, name's Wanda. The blonde idiot is my stupid brother," Wanda said while glaring evilly at her brother.

"Yeah, well thanks Wanda, I…"

"I didn't do it for you, he was annoying me."

"Hey, it's cool. Thanks anyways. Do you think I could get some help with my car though?"

Sighing Wanda walked into the other room, "Hey Fred, can you move your ass for a second, you think you can lift a car," she said sarcastically.

"Well sure," came the dumb reply. Then came the lumbering footsteps of the biggest fattest guy Sandra has ever seen in her life, "damn" she muttered.

"Fred, pull that car out of the mud," commanded Wanda. Fred then trudged over to Sandra's car and picked it up like it was nothing.

"That's it?" asked Fred. Wanda nodded and Fred went back inside and back to the TV. Sandra snapped back to reality, "Wow, thanks a lot Wanda. Hey, I like your style, how about as a thank you why don't you hope in and I'll get you a thank you present. You really helped me out of a crummy situation, plus, I have to say I love your style." Sandra finished off smirking at the still unconscious Pietro.

Wanda thought about it for a moment and sighed, she didn't have anything to do and she did want to get some air away from the 'brain trust.' "Sure."

Toad seemed to have woken up, "Wait, shnukums, wait for me." As soon as he said this, Wanda hexed him into another wall.

Sandra cocked an eye brow, "Therapeutic?"

"Sometimes, let's just get out of here."

"You know any good places to go to? Maybe some place that's slightly mutant friendly?"

"Actually, yes, there's a place on the other side of town, it's like a sub town. The nickname for the area is mutant town."

"Nice, sounds like my sort of place."

A half an hour drive later and several CDs later they rolled into a different part of town. Despite the long ride Sandra got to know Wanda's music preferences, which ran along the same line as hers, but Wanda liked angrier music, with a nice destructive sound. All Sandra could think about this town was Greenwich Village aint' got nothing on weird compared to this place. It was like entering another world. People were openly using their powers was the major difference, but also there were other thing. There were so many places to shop and eat.

Looking around Sandra pointed to a place "Oh, I'd like to stop at that shop." There was a shop that sold cloths with extra appendages in mind. Not to mention there were several bars and mutant strip joints.

"It's like sin city for mutants." Sandra said excitedly, "this place rocks."

Wanda smirked, "Yeah this place is pretty cool at night. But unfortunately, norms like to attack the place every once in awhile, so every place has a lock down drill. Just because it's sometimes peaceful now doesn't mean it's always that way."

Sandra sighed, "That sucks."

"It really does." Wanda looked around, "Hey, pull off here, this is my favorite store."

They stopped outside a dark looming building, in electric red writing the place was called, "Outer Limits of Reality." Underneath it was a pentagram glowing in different colors. You couldn't even see the inside through the windows; they were spray painted over in black.

Sandra was impressed, "Damn, this place is really wicked place you got here. I'll just have to come out here more often then. It's worth the extra driving."

They parked and went inside. It was a good thing Sandra had cat eyes or she would have banged her head already. The storye was extremely dark. Wanda on the other hand walked through the place as if she had walked this path a million times, 'Though it's possible' thought Sandra.

After walking through a narrow hallway and going down some stairs they enter a clothing store that screamed Goth.

There was only one person there, and he was sitting behind the counter. He was covered in tattoos, but he didn't have skin, he had snake like scales and reptilian eyes. Wanda gave him a curt nod which he returned.

Wanda and Sandra spent a good hour just in this one store, Sandra found a few new shirts and a pair of boots while Wanda got a new necklace, earrings, and some make up.

As they were checking out, Sandra tapped Wanda on the shoulder, "Hey if memory serves, I believe I said I'd buy you something, come on, let me pay for your earrings or necklace."

"No, that's okay; I have a credit card, with no spending limit." Wanda grinned wickedly. Sandra looked at the plastic in all its glory.

"Whoa, where'd you get this?"

Wanda's eyes flared for a brief moment, "Well, this is my 'fathers' way of trying to apologize. I told him to go to hell he has made my life a living nightmare. Anyways, I'd figure I should break this thing in. I got it last week."

Walking out Sandra wasn't sure where to go with this tidbit of information, but decided to try to relate as they loaded into the car. "Really, things are rocky with you and your father, heh, I have to say same with me. For some reason we never saw eye to eye. I mean all we did was fight. It doesn't matter though, he's dead and that's the end of that."

"You know, if your father bothers you, you could, if you ever wanted to, just you know… umm well, talk about it. I'm not gonna say I'll understand everything, but sometimes it's better to get things off your chest just tell someone. Besides, I think you need to have some girl time, if you've been living with four guys for awhile." At the end of her little chattery speech, Sandra was running her fingers through her hair. Wanda really seemed like a nice person… really really deep down, so Sandra was trying not to fuck this up.

Wanda looked thoughtful for a moment and her face flashed so many emotions Sandra had a hard time figuring out which was which, not to mention her eyes would glow on and off. Sandra pulled over to the side of the road for safety reason, she didn't care about herself that much, but she didn't want to be responsible for someone else's injuries on the road.

Sandra started off, "Look, you could just forge-"but Sandra never finished that sentence.

Wanda just started talking, all the pain from her life that she kept within her, pain not one soul on the earth truly understands. Wanda started at the beginning with her mother's death, then with being locked away in an asylum at such a young age. This part truly shocked and horrified Sandra, how could anyone lock their daughter up because of their uncontrollable powers was beyond her.

The last part was the worse though, Wanda's own 'father,' and personally Sandra wouldn't even use that term with that monster, brainwashed her. Ripping away her memories and replacing them with false ones. Not to mention all the boys from "The Brotherhood" were in on it.

Wanda did say she hardly blamed them though. Fred was stupid and naïve about it, Lance didn't want a fight, Pietro honestly wanted to try to have his sister back, and Toad wanted a chance at Wanda, but even with these reasons, it still hurt. At the end of this, Wanda was in tears there was so much pain and emotional turmoil locked up in her that now it was just exploding over.

"Hey, it's okay, just remember to breathe okay. I got an idea here stay right here." Sandra quickly drove to a gas station, slapped on her holo-watch and went in and got a pint of super fudgey ice-cream.

"Here, we can split this it'll help make you feel better, trust me."

They then spent the next twenty minutes eating ice-cream in the car while Sandra told stupid stories about her life, like some things from high school.

"…then I feel face first in the pizza line, I could have just exploded at that point. I was mocked for the rest of the year for that one."

Wanda rolled her eyes good naturally, it seemed like the ice-cream was helping.

"So Wanda, tell me, what the hell is up with Toad, I mean what's his deal?"

Glaring out the window, "He's my stalker. He thinks we're soul mates or something, he's just stupid. I wish he would stop."

"I got an idea, let me talk to him. Believe or not, I had a stalker once, ugliest and stupidest guy on earth. Maybe I can help Toad see the light, cause just what I saw he seems like one of those creepy stalkers."

"Yeah, yeah he is. He even knows how long it takes me to shower."

Sandra stopped eating and just stared, "Damn that's creepy, okay sounds like this boy is overdue for a come to Jesus meeting."

Finishing up the ice-cream Sandra started up the car.

Wanda had to ask, "What is up with that holo-watch, it looks so fucked up on you? You didn't actually look like that, did you?"

"Hahaha, no, see, I took it before it was 'ready.' See I got really pissed tonight and decided to just drive. Tomorrow I'll get it fixed." Staring out on the road Sandra added, "So, are you going to high school soon?"

Wanda sighed, "Yeah I am. I had some tutors so I'm basically caught up. When I enter in the fall, I'll be a sophomore thanks to the tutors but it should be my junior year."

"Don't worry, I beat if you really tried you could get caught up if you wanted to. Though I have to ask, are the boys actually in school?"

Wanda laughed, "That's actually an interesting story, see they got expelled last year, but were recently reinstated, so ye they are in school."

"Damn, let me guess, they were upset when they found out they had to go back to school."

Both of them started to laugh as Wanda turned up the tunes. Eventually at around 11 o'clock Sandra made it back to the Brotherhood. Lance was actually out there waiting for Wanda.

"Awww, out here making sure Wanda was okay? How sweet."

Lance glared at Sandra, "Shut the hell up, she's part of the Brotherhood got it."

Sandra just waved Lance off, "Yeah whatever, later Wanda. Oh, yeah, I'll give you my cell number later. I think I'm gonna get a new one."

Sandra was about to start her car up again when Lance walked towards her, "Hey, do you need a place to crash, since you're a mutant and all,"

"Naw, I'm shacking up in this huge ass place called –"

"Wait, let me guess, Xavier Institute."

"Yep, you know the place?"

"We're what you call rivals," there was a sudden glint in Lance's eyes

"So, if hypothetically speaking, I hung around here it would piss off; let's say some people at the institute."

"Hell yeah, they get pissed when my girlfriend just talks to me since she lives there."

Smirking Sandra decided from then and there she'd have to come by more often, "So you wouldn't mind if I dropped in sometimes. Even if it pissed off some stuck up pains in the asses in the institute?"

Grinning Lance said, "Why of course not."

"Cool. Well got to go I'm drained. See you guys later, bye Wanda, had a blast."

Around Midnight Sandra finally parked her car in the garage at the institute. Unfortunately for her, it looked like everyone was still awake.

'Damn. Well, I'm just going to bed, so screw everyone.' Little did she know someone had been waiting for her. Once inside the house she went through the kitchen door as a short cut, but when she entered there was a lot of noise and something horrible fell on her head. Everyone seemed to run into the kitchen to see Sandra standing there with a bucket over her head and that she was cover head to toe in something that looked like glue and maple syrup. Bobby was on the side laughing his ass off and as the others realized what had happen they started laughing. Most of the laughter came from the younger mutants. As Sandra pulled the bucket off her head she saw red as her claws embedded themselves into the bucket.

She stalked out of the kitchen, but not before she said one last thing in a deadly whisper, "Laugh now while you can. I will have my revenge and you will wish you had not started this war, for I will finish it."

No one was laughing now. But they wondered would she be any good on her word…

A/N: Yeah, I FINALLY updated… -- okay I know I'm slow... tell me what you think or else I wont know you love/hate/indifferent to it… oh and one last thing, I HUGE thanks to Agent-G for looking over my writing

Things to look for next time: Sandra's revenge on everyone, a come to Jesus meeting with Toad, and there will be alcohol next time… and maybe a little more hints about Sandra's past oh and BTW there is a reason why Pyro was working at a dinner… it'll make sense later, so it wasn't completely random…

Oh yeah, and I'm probably going to bring up the rating in a chapter or two… Let's just say there's gonna be some mature material… maybe if I remember how to change the rating I'll do it today… maybe…

Later

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