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"Babies. Sounds fine then."

twelve hours time

He walked, holding doors open for her along the way…he wasn’t completely cruel… before finally reaching the lobby of the hotel he had brought her to. He walked up to the reception desk and ordered a car. 

She walked with him and frowned, unsure why she was complicit in this situation. She didn’t want to be and yet she did. “So what’s the plan now?” she asked sarcastically.

twelve hours time

“We can go.” she wanted to protest, but not a single bone in her body was willing to. Worse, her mind wasn’t willing to. Not really. A small part of her was screaming it wasn’t right of him, but she didn’t know where.

He nodded. “Good, let us go and order a car.” He walked away from her and towards the door. 

She nodded and followed the other, wondering why she wanted to go with him. He was like her, sort of. He had the freaky powers everyone would be afraid of if they found out. She was afraid of them. She wanted to leave, in the back of her mind. She couldn't though.

twelve hours time

“Yeah, sure.” She was never happy about wearing dresses- the last time she remembered wearing one was her family’s funeral. Why would she be happy now- what ever made this man do what he did, she hated it. And worse: she was starting to fear it.

He nodded and smiled at her a little, “Well then are we ready to go or are you going to protest even more?” He asked, trying to be amicable. 

"We can go." she wanted to protest, but not a single bone in her body was willing to. Worse, her mind wasn't willing to. Not really. A small part of her was screaming it wasn't right of him, but she didn't know where.

twelve hours time

“I don’t buy dresses!” she complained. “Walmart is the only place I’ve ever gotten a dress.”

“Fine then I’ll take you somewhere else and you will be happy about it.” He said, getting a little annoyed at her mood. 

"Yeah, sure." She was never happy about wearing dresses- the last time she remembered wearing one was her family's funeral. Why would she be happy now- what ever made this man do what he did, she hated it. And worse: she was starting to fear it.

hi, i’m a freak (hi freak)

“Sorry, is that a question that waits for the second date?” she rolled her eyes. “That’s pretty special. And here I thought I was cool, just beating the shit out of assholes.” she shrugged. “Aren’t you special.”

“You always this pleasant?” Matt snorted at her comment and then shook his head a little. “Special.” he shook his head. “It’s just above average scenes." 

"I've been told I am." she shrugged at the man. "No, you're right. What are they calling us now a days- gifted? Yeah, that's what they say. Or just, 'one of those' in hushed voices." she rolled her eyes at them.