Take me with you..{open to Murder's}

[Arcelia/Amelia]

Amelia is a red haired 21 years old. Ran through the streets tears still falling form her shouting back at the Lake in the outskirts. OSme would be amazed at how far she ran but she herself really didn't care. For as soon as she felt safe she slopped down on the concrete and teared out for all to see. Why should she care? All she cared about was getting revenge on her sister and sitting there crying. Amelia was jealous and she knew it she wanted both revenge and payback for what her sister did. For she had no powers and her sis had tons so why shouldn't she be mad? They were both twins and both same age.. WHy should she get punished? Amelia burst into tears wishing over and over her jealousy would just go away... She did not pity herself she pitied them the mutants for having give her sister the stupid powers.

All Amelia wants is power to hav her revenge. She was weak without it but was strong in will to do naything to get it. For Amelia just asked by sitting here for a strnger to come up and ask her a single question of murdering and she'll answer "Yes.." WIth poison of her throat. That was how much she wanted her sister dead.

[Cujo]

[Edward:]

I walked through the city, hoping that I'd be able to get through without being bombarded by the Fifty or Murders inviting me to join their side. I'd been on my own for years, though I still hadn't chosen a side. As I walked through the streets, cutting through alleyways and backyards, an odd sound caught my attention. It sounded like someone was crying, though I couldn't imagine who. I went towards the sound, surprised at what I found.

It was a girl; she was just lying there on the pavement, crying her heart out. I walked up to her slowly, casting a few glances into the shadows as I did so, praying that there weren't any mutants hiding in them. "Hey, are you all right?" I spoke quietly so I didn't frighten the girl, but I wasn't sure if it worked.

[Arcelia/Amelia]

Amelia now trying to catch a breath from crying answered soley,"No." With that she kept her eyes straight on the near by pavement. For they flowed with both self pity and jealousy. Her body shivered not from the feeling of someone looking at her. Or the place she was at but for the hatred flowing through her vains. Naturally it would make some ne sick and cover up like they were freezing but no. Instead she sat there gazing into the depthes of the pavement daydreaming of having powers and how to get them. PLus how to kill her sister and have revenge...

[Cujo]

[Edward:]

I sat down next to the girl and put my arm on her shoulder; she was shaking. "What's the matter?" I asked, hoping she wasn't sick. There really wasn't anything I could do for her if she was; the best I'd be able to do was bring her to the hospital or something.

[Arcelia/Amelia]

Arcelia shrug the arm off and answered."Why does it matter to you? It.. is just cold out here that is all." With that she toke her long red hair and warped herself with it like it was a scarf. It warmed her a little but the chill was inside not out. So it did not fade like the mourning sun. Her eyes calmed down a bit for the pressence of the stranger had calmed her. But still she was jealous and that was it. She asked randomly, " Do you have powers? I mean are you one.. one." She paused cursing herself to spit out the word."A Mutator?"

[Cujo]

[Edward:]

I let my arm drop to my side. When she said it was cold I almost laughed; it had to be about seventy degrees out here. "No, I'm not a mutator. And it isn't that cold out here." Maybe she really was sick. . .don't people normally get cold when they get really sick? I wouldn't know; I'd never had anything worse than a cold in the winter.

[Arcelia/Amelia]

//shot did it again.. I meant Armelia..//

Armelia nodded thanful that the guy was not a mutant she asked hopefully" Do you hate them or are they just part of normal life. I am curious for my sister is one." She sat there staring at her knees know anxious to know his answer. For she wanted him to say he hated them but it is mostly likel;y not going to happen being that they are part of life. Just like it is part of life not having powers.. Why should she care? What so special about them? Why did her sister get them when she was so weak. And. What is this talking to myself?

[Cujo]

[Edward:]

I blinked. It took me a few moments to come up with a coherent answer. "Hate them? No, I don't. I've no reason too; they've never done me any harm. I don't think I'd want to be one, what with how they're always being hunted and chased and fighting one another, but I wouldn't kill one if the oprotunity was presented to me. I couldn't; they're still human, like we are," I said, gesturing to her and then to myself. "They just have extra talents that make them unique." My answer was probably a bit odd-sounding; she probably expected me to say I hated them and wanted to kill them all or something like that.

"You shouldn't be upset about your sister having powers and you not having them," I said quietly, hoping she wouldn't get mad at I disagreeumption.

[Arcelia/Amelia]

Armelia nodded just as she expected. SHe looked up and whipped one of her tears and showed it up like it was a trophy. "My sister could have made this into a lovely statue with just a flick of her finger. I wish I could do that.. But all I can do is stand up and be brave. While she stays calm and well acts like a Loner." After saying that Armelia's Pride shot.. Here it comes. SHe stood up forgetting everything about how she had no powers.. Now she was saying brightly as though something hit her hard in the head and knocked some sense in to her.


"You know what.. Everyday people walk out normaly. They can save others just by being the way that they are. Like a broke couple gets through life and in the end are happy. So why should I be moping when others want no powers and to be like me?" With that a smile flickered she was on fire now. She suddenly felt the sun's heat. She stuck out her hands and relaxed them. Still feeling bad she couldn't make fire out of the heat. Or grow plants right there. Or even fly to the sun. For, how could one get rid of the thought? After just pitying herself over it. For that one thought was stopping her badly.

[Cujo]

(( Ginger, none of that made sense. ))

[Arcelia/Amelia]

//Is that better?//

[Cujo]

// It's more understandable, yes. //

[Edward:]

I listened to the girl give herself a pep-talk. At least she was being optimistic now; that's always better than being suicidal or close to it. I looked up at her from where I sat on the sidewalk, wondering if I would have been as bummed about not having powers if I had a sibling that had them. I figured I probably wouldn't, but I would never know for sure, considering I had no brothers or sisters.

"Well," I said, standing, "Now that you're not all depressed, may I have the privelage to know your name?"

[Arcelia/Amelia]

Amelia nodded and said brightly"Amelia, thank for umm caring." SHe gently put some of her red hair behind her ears and smiled while doing so. But not in the happyway in the shy way. She felt something rub on her foot. She looked down to see a very tall weed rubbing on her leg. She screamed and jumped and faced it. Again it went after her feet. That was when she ran around the guy in circles. the weed steadily catching up getting longer. If he didn't move it would wrap him easily.

[Cujo]

[Edward:]

I jumped up and away from the moving vine, watching in amazement as it circled after the girl. I looked at her, then at the weed again. "I thought you said you didn't have powers?" The weed was clearly chasing her, I had no powers, and nobody else was close enough to manipulate it. It had to be her; there was no other explanation. Other than that there was some radio-active goop on the grass or something, which I doubted. The Fifty wouldn't let that go unattended too.

[Arcelia/Amelia]

Amelia shouted out of breathe still running around. "I DON'T! THIS STUPID WEED IS BEING CONTROLLED! OR SOMETHING IT HATES MEEEEEEeeee!" She tripped and hit face first on the grass and dropped her notes on the me. The weed quickly landed on her and acted like a cat. It's roots were still in same spot but it warped the long body around and around on her back. Similar to that of a snake but kind of purred or rubed. Amelia lifted her hand and reste her face on it and the elbow was to the ground. her haired fizzed and she sweated here and there. She was not a happy camper.