"I dunno. I've met mutants who could gauge other people's powers. What else distinguishes Em, she's a fortune teller from another damn reality. It can't be a random thing," John said, stubbornly, clinging to it like it was a mantra, something strong and dependable, a truth he needed. "It's always about us. It's always about someone coming after us." It was almost a monotone, drained of emotion.
And that was it, wasn't it, deep down. Not just the anger that had pooled in his gut all the way from the Fair, but the fear underlying it, the notion that all this could be taken away in an instant, that someone might chain him and cage him and dose him up with cure. He caught Bobby's backwards glance, and looked that way too: the corridor turned, so you didn't get a clear line of sight between the front door and the lounge. It seemed to echo, empty and dark, looming with possible threats. And the windows in the solid brick wall with the fireplace were high up and small, designed for winter. No way of seeing out that way.
Taking a ragged breath, he bit at his lip and curled up tighter, clutching at the zippo in his hand protectively. They weren't gonna take that from him again. No fucking way.
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Date: 2015-09-23 10:21 am (UTC)And that was it, wasn't it, deep down. Not just the anger that had pooled in his gut all the way from the Fair, but the fear underlying it, the notion that all this could be taken away in an instant, that someone might chain him and cage him and dose him up with cure. He caught Bobby's backwards glance, and looked that way too: the corridor turned, so you didn't get a clear line of sight between the front door and the lounge. It seemed to echo, empty and dark, looming with possible threats. And the windows in the solid brick wall with the fireplace were high up and small, designed for winter. No way of seeing out that way.
Taking a ragged breath, he bit at his lip and curled up tighter, clutching at the zippo in his hand protectively. They weren't gonna take that from him again. No fucking way.