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I, Mutant Chapter Six
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen
of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and
Uberbeta� Seriously, invisible and they
still pay you but they never know if you�re there or not� InterNutter, TC,
Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for
archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Thanks.
Really, I mean it. Thanks. J Morgan: *test
stalk * Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for the feedback and
reading/reviewing as you can! There�s no
update of this fic tomorrow because I�m catching up
on two long neglected fics but it�ll resume Thursday
morning!

She bounced on her toes with a happy tune on her lips. It was a beautiful day out, she was done with
school until September and she was going home and going swimming with Jenny
McClure, her best friend in the world.
Maybe, she thought as she skidded to a halt at the bus stop, her mom
would let her sleep over and they could watch The Princess Bride again. Lost in thoughts of a possible sleepover,
wondering if her mom would let her help make that tofu thing she liked so much,
she barely noticed the bus ride home.
She only snapped to reality when the vehicle wheezed to a halt at the
stop near her house, the air brakes setting with a hissing pop and rattling her
from her daydream. She skipped down the
steps and onto the sidewalk, not noticing the loosely assembled throngs of
people dotting the concrete path leading into her neighborhood. She did not stop whistling and humming until
she ran head-first into a large, blue-fabric covered wall of flesh.
�Sorry, miss,� the officer rumbled, sounding more tired than
gruff. �There�s a crime scene up there
and I�m afraid you�ll have to go home another way.�
She blinked, her mind clearing.
Sound assaulted her ears in a rush and the colors all seemed saturated
as she stared past him towards the ropes of yellow tape cordoning off her
yard. �But� I live there!�

�Hey, how much?�
�Fuck you.�
�Aw, come ON, baby! You ain�t walkin� this street cause you like
the view,� the dark haired man in the beat up Mustang shouted to her.
It was the same every night.
She refused, they insisted, she went along. She didn�t like it but she needed the
money. Badly. It was Tuesday which meant she was due to see
the parole officer in the morning but she was fairly certain she would not make
it. The guy looked like an all nighter, one who knew she was not exactly legal and did not
care. �One hundred fifty,� she called
back.
�Cunt!� he sped off, tires
screeching.
�He ain�t got the money,� she shrugged,
passing another �coworker� as she made her way to a brightly lit part of the
street. She wasn�t really one of
them. She didn�t have a pimp. She just did it once in a while, when she
needed food, when it was too cold to sleep outside under the bridge or behind
the restaurants. It was not even ten pm
yet and already she was exhausted. The
last visit with her PO had not been good; he
had told her that she would be sent back to juvie if
she didn�t straighten up and fly right (his words, not hers). But she seriously doubted her foster mother
had reported her missing. That would
mean she wouldn�t get any state money, if one of her kids vanished. The boarding school had been a bust, more
stupid than anything, and she didn�t have enough money to get to New York. She would meet the PO
in the morning, if she remembered, and turn a few tricks tonight. The bus ticket was only two hundred. She could earn that if she worked hard.

�She looks real young.�
She rocked back on her heels, pretending that she did not hear the
men talking. Her body ached. She was sick to her stomach. She knew the tea she had scrounged had done
the job one way or another because she was nauseated and crampy. Her period was bound to start soon. She was still raw and sore between her legs,
where they�d hurt her. She knew she had
screamed for her mother when it happened, screamed for someone to save her, but
that hadn�t helped. She had closed her
eyes, biting down on the rag stuffed in her mouth, and let them do what they
had to do, let them tear her and hurt her, let them destroy her inside
out. Now, days later, she heard them
talking, heard the men discussing her as if she were a thing, an inanimate
object. They didn�t realize how young
she was when they�d asked if she needed a ride, if she wanted to party. She hadn�t wanted to, not
even a little, but she was so close to her goal. She had a backpack of food and water, a
change of clothes and was just twenty bucks short of the bus ticket. A double,
she thought, and she could have some money left for emergencies. �You gonna pay me
or not?� she finally said, breaking their murmured conversation. The office was cold, silent. The men were doctors and not used to people
questioning them, she knew. They didn�t
like her being so pushy but they hadn�t paid her, they�d made her stay with
them for two days and they owed her big time.
�You�re not worth the full five hundred,� the one who had done the
act replied nonchalantly. �You get
fifty.�
�Bullshit!� she exploded, throwing her bag down. �I�m leaving here with all my money!� She did not see them move towards her but she
knew they were not going to let her leave alive, not while she recognized
them. She felt hands grab her as she
lunged at the first man, the one who had hurt her body most, but she squirmed
free. A fist connected with her stomach
and light exploded in her eyes, then there came
silence. She did not know how long she
lay on the floor, smelling the acrid stench of burning synthetics and listening
to a grown man whimper. Slowly, she
opened first one eye, then the other, gasping as a
rainbow of plasmatic lights swirled around her face. �Whoa��
She sat up, moving cautiously. It
looked like the room had been pelted with fire, spots of carpet and wall
paneling smoldering as if someone had taken tiny balls of heat and pressed
them into the surfaces. She felt nauseated, her skin
tingling and head spinning. Her eyes
were drawn downward, to her hands. Tiny sparks
of light danced between her fingers, arcing like electricity as she stared, lips parted. �This is
fucked up��

Jubilee sent a handful of plasma sparklies
dancing over Kitty�s head, making the other girl squeal in indignation. �I�m trying to study here!�
�Yeah, well,� she shrugged.
�I�m not.�
�Don�t you ever take anything seriously?� the other girl demanded,
grabbing up her books and backpack. �Life
isn�t a game!�
Jubilee opened her fingers, the sparklies
vanishing. �You don�t know the half of
it,� she muttered to Kitty�s departing back.
�Not by a longshot.�

A/N next chapter might be
uncomfortable for some people�
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