*pops head out from under rock* Hey guys, sorry for the HUGE delay in updates. A combination of school and writers block has really put a halt in my creative flow. But never fear! I shall update as much as I can. And hopefully I wont take as long for the next chapter. I'm also sad to say I'm not really happy with how this chapter turned out but its better than nothing I suppose. It also isn't spell checked since I really have to finish an essay for school tomorrow. Anyhow, enjoy!
"I've always known there were people like you out there," Heaved Agent Hillson as he tried to keep pace with the long green legged mutant. Amelia only hummed in response, thoughts of hate filled curses and screams still plagued her mind. "I've been the laughing stock of this agency for years, but I knew it!" Hillson merrily chirped, oblivious to the green mutant's inner struggle. "You're going to love my facility," He continued to gush. Amelia forced a smile and nodded politely to the man. If it was filled with people like the ones here, the girl wasn't really sure she would love it. But that was no excuse to be rude to the man. He didn't try to attack her the minute he saw her, so that earned him her respect.
"It's going to have to wait," Charles said, interrupting Amelia's inner monologue.
The agent stumbled but quickly regained his footing. "Why?"
Charles continued his quick pace towards the other end of the car park. "Agent MacTaggert has a lead on Sebastian Shaw." Raven and Amelia exchanged a look before turning to the stuttering agent.
"W-Why would that-" A beeping horn muted his last words. A car then halted the agent in his steps. Sitting in the drivers' seat was one Moira MacTaggert.
"If we don't move now," Charles opened the back car door and indicated for the twins to get in. "We're going to lose him."
The mutant sisters took one look at the determination in Charles's face before warily entering the vehicle.
"What!" The bumbling agent squeaked. "You, you can't." The man concluded. "I wasn't told to- I mean, you just . . ." The man was lost for words.
"Would you like to see another magic trick?" Charles wondered, leaning against Agent MacTaggerts' car. The man clad in black, completely forgetting about the previous discussion, gave a toothy grin.
Amelia cocked her head, what are you doing? She asked her mind-reading friend. Charles tapped his nose with his finger.
"Yes!" Charles smirked, a look that could've had the green mutant swooning if she wasn't so conflicted about the emotions she felt towards the people in the building, people that couldn't fly or read minds or disappear. Just ordinary mundane humans. She felt fear.
The newly qualified Professor placed his fingers to his temple. "Get in the car."
Raven covered her snort of laughter by coughing loudly, causing MacTaggert to raise an eyebrow in the twins direction. The agent had only every seen two other mutants with physical mutations. The man that resembled what religious people would call the devil and the brief blue form of Raven. But this green woman sitting beside the pretty blonde didn't have the same air about her as the red man did. Azazel, if Moira recalled correctly, had a sense of danger that wrapped itself around him and constricted. But Amelia didn't have this poisonous feeling. She seemed . . . normal. And given her appearance, the very thought of her being normal was just so abnormal.
Amelia gave a small smile then muttered a measly "Sorry." In her sister defence. Moira's expression changed to confusion very briefly before she turned to watch Charles again. Raven let a small smile escape at her brothers' antics before schooling her face again. She refused to smile. She was angry. Angry at Charles for getting them mixed up with the FBI. Angry at Amelia for simply brushing off the assault she'd nearly taken because humans wouldn't take the time to understand that she was no different than them. The shape shifter exhaled sharply though her nose.
But deep down there was something else. Another anger; darker and cruller than the one she expressed to the people around her. It was a colder kind of anger, somewhat merciless. An anger that when left alone for too long could bubble up and exploded without warning. Similar to the volcano's Charles and herself had learned about in school.
Her twin nudged her in the rips and began impersonating Moira, who was too interested in Charles' power display to pay the Darkholme girls attention. That dark anger seemed to twist when Raven watched her sister. Her twin that was a sobbing mess no more than an hour ago, now a scaled bundle of joy again.
Amelia's scales shifted into the colours of Moira; brown hair pale skin, dark suit even down to boot colour. The shape-shifters mouth quivered before settling in a straight line again. Her twin looked ridiculous. Amelia still looked like herself but now just a mess of odd colours and pigments. She couldn't change forms like Raven could. Amelia huffed at Ravens twitching lip and crossed her arms over in concentration. Raven turned herself to face Amelia properly out of curiosity.
"Good idea." The male Agent from outside the car said. Moira watched in awe at the Professors mind control. How could the human body produce such unique abilities? Invisibility, shape-shifting, teleporting, mind-reading, it was all just so - Suddenly Raven burst into a fit of laughter. The female agent made a frustrated sound.
"Would you two just-" Agent MacTaggert stopped mid-sentence. Sat calmly in the backseat was a multi-coloured, pokadotted Amelia.
Moira opened and closed her mouth but nothing apart from small gasps of air escaped her lips. Agent Hillson then stumbled into the car, his mind still hazy from the telepaths mind trick. Ravens laughter died down and then she proceeded to put her seatbelt on.
Charles smoothly slid into the front seat beside Moira. "Ready to go?" He questioned her, still looking straight out the front window waiting for the car to start moving. When silence answered his question he turned towards her. Seeing the sight of a shocked agent, his face changed to that of confusion. Moving his glaze to the back seat, Charles shook his head and smiled. "Love the look," He said to the rainbow coloured mutant. "Really brings out the colour of your eyes."
Amelia grinned. "Thank you! At least someone likes it." She gave Agent MacTaggert a pointed look. This cold response made Charles's forehead crease in confusion. The agent seemed to snap out of her trance then cleared her throat, "Let's go catch Shaw." Then the three mutants and two humans hit the road.
God, Amelia complained to Charles through their mind bond, it sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, doesn't it?
The mind-reader chuckled, making Agent MacTaggert glance at him before she focused back on the road, Charles turned to face Amelia. Said lizard girl was crushed in-between the two other occupants of the backseat, legs clamped together and shoulders hunched, but she still looked comfortable with uncomfortable arrangements. Charles gave her a cheeky smile and winked. Indeed.