Fic Ness Monster!
I think we're at part 13. Don't worry, all. It is being compiled. One day the story shall be finished, and possibly even amazing. Hell, I think part 14 might be amazing, as skellingtonjon keeps telling me to have my tin hat ready . . .
Jono stared at his roommate. “You know him? How?”
Nati went to sit down in a chair behind Jono. “It’s … well, it’s kind of -“
Nati froze, catching a glimpse of herself reflected in the window. Her hair had reverted entirely to it’s natural, dark blue state. She covered her head with the hood on her sweatshirt quickly, and turned to leave.
“Kind of what?” Jono stood up. “And where’re you going?” He reached out for her arm.
“Just … to the loo, is all,” Nati said hurriedly as she bolted from the room.
Jono sat back down next to Brian’s bed. *Girls,* he thought. *Fuckin’ weird.*
Meanwhile, Nati leaned against the wall of the bathroom, resting her head against the cool concrete and gently banging her fist against the wall. “Shit shit shit,” she thought. She looked at herself in the mirror. She concentrated. Nothing happened. “Okay,” she said quietly. “Still too freaked.” She ran her hands through the blue strands now adorning her head.
“I’m in a room. With Jono. He shows me his roommate. It’s Brian from AintIGreat. How the fuck did this happen?” She muttered to herself, vaguely aware of the need to go back to Jono and be there for him.
“God, I hope he didn’t notice this,” she said as she stared into the mirror. *Last thing I need is for him to find out I’m just some loser mutie,* she thought.
She stared into the mirror again, concentrating. She breathed slowly, to calm her nerves. “Okay. You can do this. Blue to purple. Bluuuuuuuue to puuuuuuurple …” Suddenly, her hair started to change over to the purple with which Jono was accustomed to seeing her. She stood there for a few minutes, just to make sure it stayed that way, and then walked back to Brian’s room.
Jono looked up as she entered. “So. What the hell?” He looked annoyed.
“Sorry,” she replied. “Just … I don’t do well with people covered in wires.” In truth, she was so used to wires that they held little meaning to her. When she was young, her parents had taken her to numerous doctors, trying to figure out why their baby cried when the radio was on; why their baby didn’t have hair until age 5, and why it had started growing in blue; why wasn’t their baby normal? After several “treatment” processes, nothing had changed, and her parents had eventually put her into foster care. She mostly just remembered the hospital rooms, and the wires. Several foster homes later, she turned 16 with a family who accepted mutants. She felt no ties to any family but them. They had eventually adopted her, despite her age. They even put her through college.
“And here I thought you were going to be my strength,” Jono chuckled.
“Yeah … uhhh … sorry. I had some issues when I was little, and I forgot how much hospital rooms freaked me out.”
“It’s okay,” he said.
Brian twitched.
“Oi, he’s moving!” Nati gasped. They waited to see if it would happen again.
And waited.
And waited.
20 minutes later, Brian remained as motionless as he had been when they first brought him in.
Jono stared at his roommate. “You know him? How?”
Nati went to sit down in a chair behind Jono. “It’s … well, it’s kind of -“
Nati froze, catching a glimpse of herself reflected in the window. Her hair had reverted entirely to it’s natural, dark blue state. She covered her head with the hood on her sweatshirt quickly, and turned to leave.
“Kind of what?” Jono stood up. “And where’re you going?” He reached out for her arm.
“Just … to the loo, is all,” Nati said hurriedly as she bolted from the room.
Jono sat back down next to Brian’s bed. *Girls,* he thought. *Fuckin’ weird.*
Meanwhile, Nati leaned against the wall of the bathroom, resting her head against the cool concrete and gently banging her fist against the wall. “Shit shit shit,” she thought. She looked at herself in the mirror. She concentrated. Nothing happened. “Okay,” she said quietly. “Still too freaked.” She ran her hands through the blue strands now adorning her head.
“I’m in a room. With Jono. He shows me his roommate. It’s Brian from AintIGreat. How the fuck did this happen?” She muttered to herself, vaguely aware of the need to go back to Jono and be there for him.
“God, I hope he didn’t notice this,” she said as she stared into the mirror. *Last thing I need is for him to find out I’m just some loser mutie,* she thought.
She stared into the mirror again, concentrating. She breathed slowly, to calm her nerves. “Okay. You can do this. Blue to purple. Bluuuuuuuue to puuuuuuurple …” Suddenly, her hair started to change over to the purple with which Jono was accustomed to seeing her. She stood there for a few minutes, just to make sure it stayed that way, and then walked back to Brian’s room.
Jono looked up as she entered. “So. What the hell?” He looked annoyed.
“Sorry,” she replied. “Just … I don’t do well with people covered in wires.” In truth, she was so used to wires that they held little meaning to her. When she was young, her parents had taken her to numerous doctors, trying to figure out why their baby cried when the radio was on; why their baby didn’t have hair until age 5, and why it had started growing in blue; why wasn’t their baby normal? After several “treatment” processes, nothing had changed, and her parents had eventually put her into foster care. She mostly just remembered the hospital rooms, and the wires. Several foster homes later, she turned 16 with a family who accepted mutants. She felt no ties to any family but them. They had eventually adopted her, despite her age. They even put her through college.
“And here I thought you were going to be my strength,” Jono chuckled.
“Yeah … uhhh … sorry. I had some issues when I was little, and I forgot how much hospital rooms freaked me out.”
“It’s okay,” he said.
Brian twitched.
“Oi, he’s moving!” Nati gasped. They waited to see if it would happen again.
And waited.
And waited.
20 minutes later, Brian remained as motionless as he had been when they first brought him in.