"Sooo how does this one look?" Nixie asked, coming out of the dressing room and twirling once.
My eyes perused her, taking in how the black tank top hugged her body in all the right places, how her full breasts peeked over the lacy material. The blue jeans rose low enough to expose an inch of her flat stomach; they also clung to her in all the right places. They were tight to about the knee, where they flared out and fell to the top of her black high heels.
"I don't know if I like the lace on top." She said aloud, turning towards the mirror. She studied herself for a minute before turning back to me. "Well, what do you think?"
"They're clothes," I answered, trying not to stare at her breasts.
"Obviously," she fired back, rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips. "But do you like them?"
"What does it matter if I like them? They're clothes; get them and let's leave." I said, standing and walking out of the dressing room. I swung around just in time to catch a huge pile of clothes. "What the hell?" I started before a pair of heels hit me in the head.
"There!" she called, laughing. "If you wanna leave so bad, you can bring my clothes to the register and start checking them out. I'll be out in a minute."
"I am not your personal slave!" I fumed, dumping the clothes on the floor and turning to walk out again. "You can carry them yourself."
"I guess you'll be stuck here longer," she sang, closing the dressing room door. "You're gonna have to wait for me to get dressed again, pick up the clothes, and ring them up before we get to leave, but hey, if that's what you want, fine by me. I can shop all day if I have to!"
I could hear the smile in her voice and considered shredding the clothes with my claws. The concept of shopping all day was just enough to hold me back.
Growling, I picked up the clothes and brought them to the cash register. The blonde chick behind the counter gave me a huge smile and started scanning the clothes.
"That's so sweet of you to carry your girl-friend's clothes for her," she cooed,"she's so lucky to have a man like you around."
"She. Not. My. Girlfriend." I snarled, turning away from and looking around the store blindly. I caught a glance of Nixie exiting the dressing rooms carrying the outfit she previously wore. Now she was in a leather mini shorts she bought earlier and a little green t-shirt that complimented the red in her hair. The black high heels she wore wrapped around her long lean legs and caught the attention of every guy in her perimeter.
"This too," she said, adding the jeans and black tank top to the pile of clothes in front of the cash register.
"Yes ma'am," the girl replied gleefully. You could practically see the commission adding up in her head.
"Your total comes to $867.42. Cash or credit," she smiled extending a hand.
"Cash," Nixie answered, withdrawing a huge wad of cash from her bra. They were all hundreds.
"Where the hell did you get all that?" I blurted out, watching her count the bills.
"Don't worry about it," she answered handing nine bills to the cashier. "Keep the change." She said grabbed the bags and headed for the door.
I caught up to her easily enough.
"Hey," I growled grabbing her arm, "what are you doing with all that money?"
She shrugged out of my grip and ignored my question. "Let's get going; you've been grumbling all day about how much you hate the mall. Besides, I want to get back to the mansion and see if they picked up my bike. And it's getting late and I think I have enough suppl-….."
"We're not leaving until you explain where the hell you got that much money and who the hell you are." I interrupted, blocking her and crossing my arms. She opened her mouth to object, but merely stopped and sighed.
"Fine, but not here."
"Where?"
"Back at the mansion; I don't want anyone who shouldn't be over hearing."
"Like wh-…" I started to ask when a crash echoed from the mall and glass from the skylight shattered on innocent shoppers.
"Shit!" I heard Nixie mutter before she grabbed my hand and ran towards the food court. "Let's go." She ordered pulling me behind her.
"What the hell?" I muttered, looking at the people running and screaming about whatever had fallen through the skylight. "Why are we running?" I demanded, stopping and turning around. "We should be fighting!" With a flick, I unsheathed my claws and stood to face whoever was there to challenge me.
"Oh my god, you're such a guy!" Nixie sighed dropping her bags against the JcPenny window and walking over to me. "For once in your life," she started, her eyes turning white, "you should sincerely try listening. Now, duck!" She yelled throwing herself against the ground and unleashing a wave that parted the screaming crowd. I barely had time to throw myself against the ground before the door frame of one of the stores flew by where my head been but a moment ago.
"Son of a bitch," I muttered looking up to see my attacker. It was the same guy I had seen at the bar hitting on Nixie. Before I could yell some profane language in his direction Nixie was up and running. "Wait a fucking minute." I called after her picking myself up just to be flung into a shops window by a flying bench. As I pulled myself up, pulling a piece of glass out of my forearm, my eyes came into contact with a very tall pair of leather high heel boots.
"Where do you think you're going?" She asked with a sinister twinkle in her eye.
With a crunch, my heel slammed into the center of his face, sending him flying towards Aeropostales' fine display of mannequins. With a smile, I brushed off the shards of glass that clung to my shorts.
"Thank you," I laughed, coming to a stop in front of him. "Now you've saved me the trouble of having to hunt you down again." Pulling a small gun from my bra, I aimed it straight at his heart. "You've hurt your last human, Sparky." I stopped when I heard him chuckling.
"Damn," I thought, taking a step back, "I thought I knocked him out."
I quickly fired one of the darts from my gun only to have it explode from a bolt of lightning shot from his hand.
"No, Miss Nixie, I don't believe this will be that last time I hurt a human." He snickered, pulling himself out of the shattered remains of the window and mannequins. "In fact, I think I'm going to live to hurt many, many more." He raised his hand in what would have been a back-hand, but instead whipped my stomach with a bolt of lighting. With an oof, I was thrown into the cement wall behind me.
"That's what you think!" I cringed, picking myself off the floor and letting the rage build until it was seeping from my pores. "You're done." Bracing myself against the wall, I opened my palms and twirled my hands in a circle. The flames that escaped my fingertips spun into a fiery tornado. In response, he tried to create a lighting shield.
"Let's see who the better mutant is now!" I smiled as I threw the two fiery vortexes at him with all my might. His shield held up for a moment before he was caught in the inferno. I had the pleasure of seeing that stupid smirk disappear from his lips, replaced by a grimace that opened into a scream. I shivered at the sound of his agony but waited until he was on the ground before I withdrew the flames. Straightening my skirt and t-shirt, I walked to his withered body. Picking up the gun, I stopped just short of standing over him.
"Bitch," he managed to whisper through burnt lips.
"Don't worry," I said, taking aim once more at his heart, "you'll live."
With that, I fired a dart into his chest and watched his body shake. Before the medicine finished its job, I was walking away and hiding the gun in my bra. After searching the ground, I found a stray cell phone and pulled out the number I had been keeping.. As I waited for someone to pick up, I glanced around the mall, searching for casualties and Logan. He should have been right behind me.
"Is he done?" A voice cracked through the phone.
"Yeah, he's done."
"You didn't kill him, did you?"
"No, not quite. He's lucky," I answered, glancing over at his still-breathing body.
"Any witnesses?"
"None that are around now."
"Good, good. The money will be wired into your account. Good work. We'll call when we have something else for you."
"I figured," I said, closing the phone.
I dropped the phone and crushed it with my heel so the call could never be traced. I sensed something I didn't like. I stopped and let a small gust of wind search the mall for signs of people. Logan had to be around here somewhere. If she had found him, I could only assume the worse. It didn't take long for me to find two currents fighting against each other in the food court.
"Shit," I muttered before taking off at a run, grabbing my bags along the way. Running towards the nearest exit, I hoped Logan could hold on a bit longer.
Her hand slapped my face, numbing it, and I reeled away from her touch. Grabbing a chair, I hurled it at her only to have her jump over it like a panther.
"Having troubles, Logan?" she giggled confidently, straightening up. "Lucky for you that you have those healing powers; other wise, you'd already be dead. I wonder when your pretty little friend is going to save you?" She mocked, flicking her hair and running towards me. "Hopefully she finds you in time!" She yelled throwing kicks and punches at me.
I managed to dodge all of them but was starting to sweat. This girl was starting to piss me off. I swung a punch into her stomach, inserting my claws in with it. She fell back, giving me enough time to get away. My fist tingling and blue from where I had touched her.
"Shit!" I muttered, looking at my claws and knuckles. It took a minute but the color started to return. I flexed and took a quick look around the destroyed and half-rusted food court. Her laughter attracted my attention. She was already pulling herself up.
"Silly Logan," she laughed, touching her jet black hair. "Haven't you figured out yet that I'm not that easy to kill?" Her deep blue eyes flickered. She delicately ran her fingers over the over-turned chairs and tables as she approached me; everything she touched rusted. "We can play this game all day long Logan, and the sad fact is you'll never win." I could already feel the chill radiating from her body as she came closer to me. "Eventually I will hold you long enough for my touch to kill you. There's only so much your healing factor can handle."
I held my claws in front of me, prepared to slice off her hands.
A rumble and a crash suddenly caught both our attentions. With another loud crash, Nixie exploded through the glass windows on my bike and raced through the debris towards us.
The black haired girl I was fighting tried to throw herself at me, but Nixie hurled a ball of fire at her that came within just inches of her face. Landing with a thud and rolling out of the way, she got up with a sneer. Turning towards me and smiling, she blew me a kiss before running in the opposite direction. I made a move to follow her, but instead ran into the bike.
"Who the fuck was that?" I demanded, glaring in the direction of her escape.
"Look, I'll explain later, but for now we need to get the hell out of here before the cops find us. They're already starting to collect out there."
"But what about her?" I growled through my teeth.
"We should especially avoid her for a while," she answered, taking my hand and placing it on the handle bars. "You wanna drive?"
I sighed and got onto the bike, "You have even more explaining to do when we get back."
"Yeah, I know," she sighed as she leaned against my back and rested her head on my shoulders.