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Chapter Three.
"Quinn, what is today's date?" asked a blonde male who was lounging along a tattered and worn couch. His closed his eyes and sighed. Quinn, who was mixing the bleach for her hair, turned and looked down the street at a bank sign.
"August 12th, why?" she asked as she began applying the bleach to her hair with a plastic spoon, while looking at a broken mirror she had propped up over a box of Captain Crunch.
"It's been almost a year since mutants were first discovered," he told her as he rolled over to watch her dye her hair. Dale was not the first mutant she had met since she ran from Dunfee, but he was the only one who has stuck with her for this long. They had actually managed to make some semblance of a life together. They had both gotten jobs and an apartment. It was the most stable her life had been in, well, over twenty years.
"Really, feels like yesterday," she replied as she tied back the last bit of bleached hair with a bit of aluminum foil.
"Yeah, You still think we should give up everything and go to Xavier and become one of those mutant crime fighters?" He asked laughingly as she got up and washed the left over bleach out of the bowl and down the sink. She moved and sat down on the counter, looking at Dale who had decided to sit up and stretch out his long lanky form. His thick-rimmed glasses had begun to slide down his nose. He pushed them back up his nose and got up and walked across the room, being very careful of his own movements.
"Yeah, I do actually. If we went, maybe they would know a way to help with your powers, make them safer for you. Besides, how long to do think it will last until those Sentinels find out that we are two illegal American mutants, living in Queenstown, New Zealand."
Dale had a very odd mutation. He was a like a leprechaun, except it didn't work so well for him. What ever he doled out in good luck, he got back twice as much in bad luck. He also couldn't really control when he used it either. If Quinn were to find a ten-dollar bill on the ground, Dale would lose a twenty. Quinn found herself staying around him a lot, out of fear that his mutant powers could wind up killing him. He didn't respond, he just opened the fridge and pulled open a bottle of root beer.
"Do we have a bottle opener?" Dale asked holding up is drink. Quinn gave a smile and picked up a piece of chalk and did a quick sketch of a bottle opener directly onto the wall. When she finished she tapped the wall with her finger and with a flash of red light, a bottle opener was sitting in the palm of her hand. She cracked the bottle open for him and set the cap and bottle opener on the counter next to her.
"So, your sure red would look the best?" she asked him as he took a long drink from the bottle of brown liquid.
"Yeah, I think so, I think whatever you do to your hair would look good, though I'm digging the aluminum foil thing you've got going on there," he smiled sincerely and kissed her softly. It tasted like the root beer he had been drinking. Her hand wove its way through his hand and kissed him back with a little more passion, his hands wound around her waist, bringing himself closer to her. Her eyes suddenly snapped open and she leapt down from the countertop.
"I gotta wash this outta my hair, afore it fries!" She moved and turned on the water and threw her head under and began pulling out aluminum pieces from her hair. Dale just smiled and placed down his drink. He crossed the small kitchen and began to help her wash out her hair as gently as he could.
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"Come on Lazy, run!" Quinn called out to Dale, voice full of laughter, as she jogged down the crowded sidewalks of bright and cheery Queenstown. Quinn was running a good twenty feet in front of Dale, supporting new stoplight red streaks in her hair. Dale was panting and gasping for air as he struggled to catch up with an unwavering Quinn. His eyes opened in shock as a man slammed against Quinn and threw her into a brick wall. Her head snapped back, hitting the concrete wall behind her with a crack. Her eyes flew open, red light surrounded her and then shot out like a bullet through the large crowd. Mass chaos ensued.
Every drawing on a billboard, bus, and tee shirt, was brought to life. Tigers, snakes, and miniature airplanes began bombarding the civilians in Queenstown. Cars were flipping to avoid endangered species and half naked beauty queens that were wandering aimlessly around. Dale ran forward to his fallen friend who wasn't moving. The man who had pushed her had disappeared into an alleyway. He slid to the ground and propped up her head. A not-so-small amount of blood was dripping down the wall and it was now coating his hand.
Dale was shaking in fear, is friend, his love, was dying in his arms. He gave a sigh and gripped her hand. Quinn peered open one eye as he laid her down on the concrete, ignoring the Armageddon that was going on around them. He took her hand in both of his and rubbed his hands across her, gold light enveloping her hand and traveling down her arm. Quinn's eyes grew wide as she tried to get him to let go. She suddenly, miraculously was able to move and the bleeding had stopped. She wrenched her arm away from him, and stood up. She closed her eyes and then clasped her hands together. Red light came from everywhere around her and then was pulled back into her body.
All the creatures that she had brought out, disappeared and then reappeared back into the respectable painting, logo, or wherever they had come from.
She turned to Dale who cautiously stood up and walked over to her. Crowds of people were suddenly making there way to them. They were being labeled mutants; items were being thrown at them along with every spiteful curse the English language held. Quinn grabbed Dale's hand and tried to pull him through the growing mob. Quinn avoided every kick, punch, and throwing soda can, but Dale had taken three kicks to the knees and a half eaten cheeseburger to the face.
Once they had made there way out of the crowd, Quinn made a bolt for it, pulling Dale behind her.
"Still think we won't be found out, Dale?" she huffed as a group of people had begun to follow them.
"I think now is a good time to head to the states. What do you think about the name Chance? You think that codename has already been taken?" he rambled on behind her. She gave a groan. Police were setting up a blockade. A man held a megaphone to his mouth.
"Okay you mutie's I don't know what you think you are doing but it end's here!" Quinn stopped and held her hands by her side. Dale, scared out of his mind, threw his arms high into the air. The sudden movement of a mutant scared the cops, and shots rang out.
Quinn watched Dale crumple to the ground, as the only thing that hit her was the breeze of bullets going past her. She ran to her fallen comrade, as everything felt as if she were underwater.
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"Just like I had predicted. I was put under custody, found to be illegal, and quickly deported back to the states. I told them about how it was an accident and a near by video camera proved it, but they ejected me from New Zealand and wouldn't even give me the mercy of burying my best friend. I've been debating about coming here like we had planned for a month now. I had no idea Hank would be here. I guess that's just a plus," she told them as she ended her story. Everyone was shocked in minor silence.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, wow, that sucks." She told them as she quickly swallowed back her reoccurring grief. Hank gave a half smile, her attitude certainly hadn't changed at all, "So, Professor Xavier, can I stay?"
Xavier immediately nodded. "As I said previously, a friend of Hank's is always welcome, no matter their past. Welcome to the mansion. I will have Jubilee and Magma ready a room for you, and Hank since you have a class after lunch, would you like to see if Storm could give her a tour of the mansion, the kitchen's especially?" Hank nodded and led Quinn back to the lobby where, strangely enough, Storm was already waiting.
"The professor told me about you. Are you ready to begin the tour?" Quinn nodded and waved good-bye to a quickly retreating Hank.
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That's chapter three ladies and gents, sorry if it got a little graphic….