The show started like any other. The Elemental Freaks started off to get the crowd amped. We always played each others gigs; only because we were the same. You know, mutant? Yeah, mutants. Funny if you thought about it; mutants playing at a show sponsered by an anti-mutnat orginazation. But it was easy to get away with it by the way we looked; nothing outstanding. Just odd coloured hair. But on the punk curcuit, that's normal. Hell, it's praised!
On to the first song, by The Elemental Freaks I mean, they got introduced by some guy we never met before. Didn't matter though, he was just there to say the name and look good, right?
They were cool. They were a hardcore band with four people, all with the four elements; hence the name. Let's see, there was St. John who played the drums; his name origin is still a mystery, he won't tell us what the 'St.' part is for. His power was to control fire. Cool, no? He's not as much as a pyro as someone else I know is; she won't be mentioned until my band plays.
Then there's Robert, "Call me Bobby, you bastard!" Drake. He played the guitar, seven string might I add! He can make ice, which is great for a hot summer day. Just tell him to freeze your drink, let it sit out for a while, and enjoy your slushy!
Kitty Pyrde, she's great. She plays bass like a monkey on speed! Can you say, 'hardcore?' She won't say it, she'll _show_ it. She's the air portion of the band. Not really air, though. She just fazes out and looks like air. She can walk through walls, too! Great if you need a fast get-a-way; bad if you're not her.
The front-woman is Jubilation. She was also called Jubilee. She's not really what you would consider an element, she's a firecracker. But she does have a booming voice! And she's great for a fourth of july party, just don't tell her that. She'll drop kick you with her favorite boots. And if you ever say you hate yellow like I did, she'll lose her boot in your ass. (I got lucky though.)
The song started off with a mellow guitar riff; slow and soft. For about two seconds! Then the heavy stuff started.
"Don't tell me you don't like what you see! I'll make you wish you didn't..." Jubilee sang in her most fearsome voice, "I don't like what you do! You contridiction that walks the beat of your own! I like the way you make your own way, but do you have to hate the rest who are not like you?"
There was an unusual pause. Didn't make sense, she was right about to get to the hardest part. The pause didn't last long though, she jumped right back into the music. Right into the longest sentence you could fit into a single breath.
"Go-away-you-mother-fucking-piece-of-shit, I-don't-want-you-around-no-moooOOOooore!!"
The crowd got into it, the mosh was just killer. But of course the teenie boppers were to scared to get into it. You could see them just sitting in the back with the guys who were here merely to check out the teenie boppers.
Then the mellow riff came back into play, along with single word lines which were echoed by Bobby.
"Why!...?" Jubilee started.
"Why..." Bobby growled in the back ground.
"Did!..."
"Did..."
"You!..."
"You..."
"LLEEAAVVEE!?" She screamed followed by a loud and deep scream from Bobby.
The music amped up again and she screamed, "Go-away-you-mother-fucking-piece-of-shit, I-don't-want-you-around-no-moooOOOooore!!"
There was a slight break in the music, then a screamed filled the air to signifie the end of the song. Although it was a short song, it meant a lot to Jubilee. She was the one that wrote most of the bands songs. But she never told anyone what they meant to her.
"How do you like that?" The announcer yelled into the microphone. "The Elemental Freaks, everyone!" He waved his hand at them without even looking back. If he had, he would have noticed them all making faces at him.
The walked backstage to where we were.
"Good luck," Kitty said to us as she walked to the coller to get a bottle of water.
"Now," said the announcer, "The Mentals, everyone!" He yelled to notify us of our turn.
"Alright, let's go!" Pyro yelled to us. She was the lead singer and bassist of us. Also the pyromaniac I told you about earlier. She would always coax John to set a fire everywhere we would go. _EVERYWHERE_! Even if he didn't, she would. She was a pyrokenieses, that was her power I mean. She would look at something and it suddenly burst into flames. She had to wear purple sunglasses everywhere she went. Sorta like some "X-Men" I had heard about, named "Cyclops" or something. I never found out his power, though. Just that he needed the glasses.
"Comming!" Yelled Sassy. She was the dummer; the best drummer you could get, too! Even better then St. John, whom use to be her boyfriend for a while. But then she fell for Bobby. She could get almost anyone, as long as she wanted to. She could control minds. She could get almost anything she wanted, but she just wanted guys. She could very well be the only virgin nymphomaniac in this world; if there ever was such a thing!
Then there was me (I didn't say anything if you were wondering.), Natas. The guitarist, the only guy and "the quite one." I was telekenetic. Lucky me? Unlucky me. I was kicked out of my house when I was fourteen because I was a mutant. I usually lived at Sassy's house.
Her mom was a mutant, too. Only difference was that she was dead now. She was killed by the same anti-mutant group who was sponsered this show. That's why we were playing it. We thought we were going to get back at all of the bastards that did that to her mom. But when Sassy scanned the crowds mind, she found out that there were a lot of mutants, too. So it would be useless to make a cause if it could be twisted by the media to make it look like _we_ were the 'bad' ones.
No time for anymore introductions, we have to get back to the show.
Pyro made her way to the microphone, pulled on her bass and waited for us to do the same.
"Ready?" She whispered to us. We both held out our thumbs in a sarcastic sense.
Sassy marked down the seconds with her drumsitcks.
*clack* *clack* *clack* *clack*
Then it all started.
Only thing was, it wasn't the music that started.
A bottle wizzed by my head, missing it by about an inch. It was followed by a shoe directed at Pyro.
"Mutant!" Someone yelled from the crowd.
We haden't even played yet, and people were _already_ trying to kill us? That just wasn't gonna fly with us.
Pyro yelled into the mic, "Who the _FUCK_ said that!?" The answer was another bottle thrown at us, but this one managed to hit me in the shoulder.
I must have reacted before I thought about the concequenses. I lifted the bottle into the air, with my mind of course, and let it blast into the crowd to find the person that threw it. It headed straight for the mosh, right to the middle.
But it didn't make it's target. Whoever it was, they must have been ready.
I'd never seen a gun like the one that they had, but it blasted a yellow spiral right at the bottle. It enveloped the bottle. And worst yet, the bottle disappeared.
I wasn't going to let this _freak_ hurt anyone else! Whether they were anti-mutant bastards or not.
Bobby, from The Elemental Freaks, heard what was going on on stage, and ran out to see what was happening.
It was good that he was nosey like that- for once.
He saw the gun and yelled, "Holy shit! John! Jubes! Kit! Get the fuck outta here!"
What a guy, always thinking of others. Never thining of himself, right?
"See ya!" He yelled at us with a one-finger-salut just before he ran off.
I never liked him. At least not after that.
"Sassy!" I yelled, "See who's doing that!"
"Righty-o!" She closed her eyes and a blue mist surrounded the area. Fortunatly, only psychics like us could see it. Everyone else, normal I mean, would have freaked out when they saw the neon blue fog rolling after them.
That'd be a sight.
"The announcer?" It was merely a whisper, but you could still hear it if you were right next to her.
"The announcer? No... He's a nice guy! It couldn't be!" Pyro exclaimed.
"Wait!" I startled everyone by how loud I was, being I very rarely talked, "How would he know if we were mutants?" Another bottle flew by pyro, bursting into flames as it did, "No one told him! Right?"
The bottles and shoes and... well, everything! Kept coming at us. Thankfuly, Pyro could take care of them. But when the people came, then we had to run.
I had to leave my guitar there- MY guitar. Now they were going to pay!
"You guys!" We were startled by the familiar voice, "Over here!" It was Kitty, she was in a car. Surprising since we were still on the stage- which was five feet above the ground.
"How the hell..." Sassy said in surprise before following orders with the rest of us.
"Go! Go! Go!" John yelled for Bobby to speed forward.
As we drew closer to the end of the stage, you could feel the fear coming off the others. Bobby didn't pay any attention, he actually sped faster, just missing the fires of guns and other miscilanious items.
There was a slight feeling of nothingness. No one talked for the few seconds, but I could tell what they were thinking. I was thinking the same thing.
"SHIT!!"
We landed with a thud on the wet grass, still being pursued by the idiots that thought we were 'unclean.'
~Help!~ Someone shouted into my mind. It was strange. I was used to being probed by Sassy, but that was all. All she would do, usually, was just make me do the chicken dance. Oh, sure. She can laugh, but she made me do it in the middle of school.
During an earthquake drill,
with my pants pulled down,
and singing that infernal song!
Oh yeah, she could laugh. It didn't happen to her. But that wasn't important right now, I needed to know where that voice was coming from.
"What?" I whispered, hoping no one else could hear me.
"What you say?" Jubilee asked. There goes my hope.
"Nothing..." I trailed off, listening for voice to answer me.
~Help me! For God's sake! They're trying to kill me!~
That was it, I needed to help. I didn't even know that I did the thing I did next, but I did it.
I jumped out of the window,
While the car was going seventy miles an hour.
I landed with a thud, and a roll.
"Natas! What the hell!?" Kitty and John yelled in unision.
I just stood up, I was able to stop myself just before the ground using my telekenisis. But, I was going too fast not to hit the ground hard enough, though I did slow myself down just enough to not hurt myself.
The people were almost imeadiatly on top of me.
"Why don't you go back to where you came from?" Said a man. His name was Gurdy, but he made people call him David. I could understand with a name like 'Gurdy.'
"What did I ever do to you, Gurdy?" I said almost sarcasticly.
"You were born, you muti. And don't call me Gurdy!" With that, he kicked me in the side, making me roll onto my stomach. The kick was followed by another, into my thigh. And another, another, another.
Soon I wasn't being pumbled by kicks, but fists as well. And rocks of all sizes. I was able to stop a few though. That just pissed off the crowd more, showing off my abilities and all.
All at once, there was a sudden flash, people ran, and there were screams. I was surprissed to see another mutant. Someone I've never seen before. A women. A freak like me. Best of all... another psychic. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Welcome," Started a man, "To my school for the gifted, like yourselves."
What a strange looking man, I thought. First off, he claims to be psychic, but he doesn't give off the right vibes as most do. Second, he's in a wheelchair. If he were psychic like us, wouldn't he be able to levitate himself? And lastly, what kind of name was 'Xavier'?
"A very good one, if I do say so myself." He was looking right at me. With a stupid looking smile broaded across his face. God! He looked stupid!
"I'm offended by that, you know?" God! What was with him!? Crap! I better stop thinking or something. He can read minds, I guess.
"Well, that's an obvious observation!" Arg! I couldn't take his smart ass'ness any longer!
"Look!" I said, startling my friends and myself, "I don't know what your deal is! But I don't want to be here! I things to do! Places to go! A life to fucking live!"
"Natas, you have no life." Sassy said under her breath.
"Shut up! Fuck! I can't take all of your incompitance anymore!" I meant it to, didn't I?
I started for the door. Something seemed to stop me though. It might have been that guy standing in front of me.
"Now what? Are you going to get out of my way? Or am I going to have to make you?" I was really pissed at all of these stupid do-gooders! Trying to protect the innocent. What innocent? And what was with the glasses? We were in-doors!
"What do you think?" He said, not chaging his expression. Oh yeah! I heard about this one. Cyclops or something. Wedded to the world re-known Jean Grey, protecter of mutants in America.
"I don't have time to deal with this." I started to walk around him, but he stepped into my way.
"What the fuck!?" That just about beat my invisible record of speaking length.
"You're not leaving. Not without hearing the Professor first."
"Oh yeah!" I glanced back at the Professor, "The guy not even TRYING to help me out." I turned back to see my red reflection in his glasses. "And you, what's your deal? What are YOU trying to prove? That you're the best bitch the Professor has?"
That must have set him off. He grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me closer to his face.
"Hey! I hope your not trying to kiss me! It's cool that you're gay, but I'm not!" That didn't help, just got him madder.
"Listen you- you little kid!"
"Oh, whats wrong? Can't be anything more then a stupid preppy?" He relied by tightening his grip on my shirt.
"You listen, and listen good, okay?"
"I'm nothing but ears!" Actually, I was playing a song in my head, but the words seemed to go great with the background music.
"I don't know what your damn problem is! But when you're in this school, you show some respect!" He took a long needed breath. Kinda surprissed me that such a skinny guy could be so bloddy loud. "This is a school, do you cuss like that at YOUR school?"
"Well, actually..." He broke me off before I could finish.
"I don't care what you think!" Was that just the common curtasy rule of all authority? Or did they all just think the same way?
He finally let go of my shirt. Leaving two _huge_ streatched parts sticking out.
"Awww crap!" I shouted just loud enough so people in Mexico could here me. I must have un-nerved the natives, because a few heads popped into the office. They must have recognized Kitty, Jubilee, John, and Bobby because they all smiled at them and waved.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" I snapped at them, "This is personal business!"
"You're making quite a first impression!" Stated the Professor.
"Oh, sure! Immpressions! Do I look like I bloddy well care about those!"
"Why do you talk like you're british! You're no where NEAR british!" Said that Cyclops guy.
"You'd be surpirsed at what I am and am not!" With that, I found a way past him, and walked out the door.
I loved it when people thought I was weird, and looked at me like a mutant, especially because I was one. But the way that these people at the school were looking at me freaked me out. They looked at me like I just shot their best friend in the foot just for the fun of it. I mean, them being afraid of me was good and all, but this was just scary- for me!
"What do you want?" I asked some guy with blue hair who wanted to ask me something, but was to afraid.
"Ummmm... sorry." He turned heel and half walked, half ran away.
"The answer's no! I'm not staying!" I turned around and found myself nearly at the door.
I walked up to the door and opened it.
There was a man who was just about to knock.
"Wow, are you psychic or something?" He asked. He was a short man, well built, but short. Kind of a good looking man, too.
"Wow! Are _you_ psychic? Now, can you move?" I said, sarcasticly.
I don't know what I did, but I heard a strange sounding noise and was thrown against the wall, metal claws pointed straight at my jugular.
"Look! I've had a bad time! I just got back from a long trip, and I'm _very_ iritable! Now, do you want to rephrase that question?"
If I wasn't so afraid of the claws, I would have spitten straight into his face. But, there were those claws. "No, I don't. Now, can you let me go?"
I was surprissed by how stong this guy was. I wasn't very light, but he picked me up- above his head.
"Does this belong to anyone? You might want to claim him!" He said. He _was_ holding a very personal area, and wished that someone would claim me.
No matter how stupid that sounded.
"Logan! Put him down!" A girl said. She was as tall as the man, but a little bigger.
Just a little.
"Sorry, Marie." He said, gently placing me down.
"He's not mine, but the Profesor is asking you to not play with him. He's not a toy." She smirked at me, and Logan was it? Yeah, Logan. Good name, I wish that was my name. Oh well.
"Thanks," I said. I turned back around and walked to the door. No one stopped me this time.
Until I saw a jeep comeing right at me. The person in it didn't see me until it was to late.
I felt myself being thrown into the air. I felt like an angel, being lifted by invisible wings. Air going through my hair, twisting around mybody. Or was I twisting around it?
I hit the round with a thud. A sickening, painful thud. It all went in slow motion. First my feet hit followed by my legs and a cracking noise. I felt a rip as my hips hit the ground next. It felt as though someone took a knife and just stabbed me from the inside. Next my arms and hands hit, I could feel the skin peel. Not a pleasent feeing might I add? Finnaly, my head. I can't describe. Have you ever seen those stupid helmet comercials? The ones where they drop a watermelon on the ground and you see it splatter? Well, it felt a hundred times worse the that looked.
So much for first immpressions.