Ultimate Cyclops
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- Posted: Sun, 20 Mar 2011 13:30:31 +0000
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- As she was being pulled up off the floor, Minky realized how hard she had hit it. Her lower back protested at the movement and her a** felt like it was pulsing in pain. Her ankle twinged at any accidental pressure and she hoped it wasn't broken. The anger inside her faded in the background of prickling and twitching muscles. He was just trying to help, she thought. Then he knocked you on your a**, the other side spouted. She hadn't threatened him with the bat. Yet. She asked a simple question, made her irritation obvious. And then he had taunted her. Yeah, and maybe we would have been grateful. If he hadn't been such an a**. Strolling into someone's work place and acting like a ******** bad a** gets you no where.
Then again, confidence can be mistaken for arrogance. She pondered it for a moment as the officer helped her to a chair. The stranger was being arrested. Minky knew how these things worked. She had seen enough TV shows to know the basics of it. Would she want to press charges? In all honesty, she didn't. She had made a new life, changed her name a few times, but always kept the "Minky." Did she really want to risk losing that? And then she saw the way he looked at Jonnie. That was a threat. [******** you. If they asked, she'd do it, she didn't give a ********. The threat of blackmail was minimal if anything at all. And Jonnie was family, any threat toward her, no matter the little accident that had occurred, was an offence to Minky.
Jonnie couldn’t necessarily say that she regretted using the powers that she had neglected for quite a while. Well, she hadn’t necessarily neglected them, she just hadn’t used them in the manner that she just had. The most she had done since coming back to Willapa was light a candle, maybe a joint or a cigarette or something. She hadn’t had to go on the offensive with them in what felt like ages. But here she was, using them rather irresponsibly in the heat of the moment and now she was torn between being proud of herself and regretting her rash actions. But it was too late to want to take it back now, especially when her English teacher was on to her. She didn’t like being threatened. In fact, “didn’t like” didn’t even begin to cover it. She hated it. And she hated blackmail, too. Which was exactly what this stupid ******** was trying to do. What was that they always said? You can always trust your teacher, you can always go to them with a problem, blah blah. That was some s**t. Snakes were more trustworthy than this arrogant b*****d.
He was purposely trying to turn her friend against her, make it as if she was telling a huge lie. Really, he had a fat chance of that one. Minky and Felicity were her best friends, and something as trivial as his words was not going to turn either of them against her. Besides, she wasn’t even lying. She just had failed to expose her entire life to Felicity. Not everyone was as understanding as others, and while she knew Felicity wasn’t “like that”, she wasn’t going to risk anything. It wasn’t that important, anyway. It wasn’t like she was actively practicing, s**t.
Unfortunately for Jonnie, before she could reply to his ignorant mouth droppings of her parents and Canada, he was being thrown into cuffs and she was being turned around by a rather sexy female in uniform. She grinned despite herself, biting down on her bottom lip to try and keep it under control. Then she saw the look on her teacher’s face over the woman's shoulder and it was on. So what if he told everyone she was a witch? They didn’t have proof unless she used her powers. And if he tried to get her caught by exposing her records at school, well, she had enough proof to discredit those records. She was perfectly fine and even if she wasn’t, she wasn't in near as much trouble as his disturbingly skinny little a** was.
”He’s an English teacher at the Catholic School. A good friend of mine is in his class,” she told the officer, frowning, ”The bar was left unattended, we were trying to figure out what to do with our understaffed problem. We came out of the bathroom and that guy was behind the counter. My friend over there grabbed her bat from under the counter and when she jumped over, he knocked her on the ground. She didn’t even do anything.”
Felicity was wet, cold, and confused. She was scared and she was angry. How dare that arrogant jackass walk behind their bar and knock Minky over when she had been trying to put him in his place. He didn’t belong there, and his attitude now was only fuelling the rage she felt towards him. He acted like this had happened to him before, like he knew exactly what it took to get himself off the hook. Apparently that amounted to threatening her best friend. If there hadn’t been so many police officer’s around... God she could have smacked that little smirk right off his face. He thought he was going to win, beat them when he was the one at fault. He was like a child who had just been caught coming in after curfew by their parents. It had happened so many times before, so he knew exactly what it took to prevent them from grounding him. He thought he could get away with breaking the law, even multiple times as he had tonight. It was so frustrating; he didn’t look worried or deterred at all by the arrival of the police. He took it all in stride, not proclaiming that he was innocent or anything. He just stood there and took it like his one hundredth visit to detention. He didn’t even care.
At first, she resisted the pull of the officer at her shoulder, clung tighter to Jonnie’s hand and, in her fury, sunk her fingernail’s deep into her palm. But then, she knew what she had to do, and she let him turn her away. She cringed as he barked the questions in her face, but she managed to keep it all back and stop herself from lashing out. She would act with respect and treat this seriously – everyone in the club was watching, waiting, wanting to get up off the floor so they could go home. Right then, she just wanted to be done with the night and go home.
“Uhhh...” she started, forcing her attention onto the cop, blinking a few times and going over what exactly had occurred in her head. “Well, we just went to the bathroom... because there were so many people and we didn’t know what to do because everyone is sick and it isn’t usually this busy, then when we came out, he was standing behind the bar handing out drinks. H-he was taunting us and saying all this stuff... I think Jonnie said he was a teacher and he just kept talking s**t at her and Minky and it didn’t make any sense. I think he has problems,” she made a spiral motion with her finger by her ear, to indicate just exactly what she meant, “And then he wasn’t moving, like, he just kept standing there. I think he did something to bin, because it caught on fire! And the alcohol in it made it purple, I think. I don’t really know. And Minky got her bat out and got over the counter, but she didn’t swing at him! And he just kind of, grabbed it out of her hand and knocked her down. That’s assault!”
She was doing her best to defend her friends’ actions and be honest about what had happened at the same time, but the truth was that with all the people in the way, she hadn’t seen everything. It’d been so scary and confusing and the guy was so... weird! All the stuff he had said, even to her, it hadn’t made any sense. Less so had all the fire.
When the cop stopped talking to her and gave her attention to someone else, Jonnie decided it was time to slip away. She waited until the male officer walked away from Felicity and she quickly snaked her arm around the trim waist of the stripper. She pushed her way through the crowd of people that were slowly being allowed to stand up, wiggling their way over to Minky and the detained male. She grinned over at him, raised her eyebrows mockingly, ”The joke is on you, ******** face. My parents have no legal control over me, so no, sorry. You won’t have the satisfaction of seeing me leave. Nice try though, it was cute.”
























