Fate

chapter 3- Fate

'Lets get outta here' Apocalypse said to me, as she started running. 'Yep'I replied, going with her. I wasnt about to ditch her, friends were hard to come by here, espesially for an over-talkative, sarcastic and occasionally obnoxios demon girl. Ive lost count of the enimies Ive made already because first encounters didnt go well (ours wasnt great either, I accidentally pounced on her thinking she was a guard. But im not going to tell her that just yet). She looked strange to me, because she had white hair like mine (without the unexplainable black tips of course) down to her shoulders, held back by a headband, but was Afro-American. And she was wearing one of the white suits that experts (thats what we experiments call ourselves) that have shape shifting powers had, with a black symbol like two triangles pointing down, the top one slicing the bottom one in half. Okay, I wanted to know why she had that suit. But I didnt have to ask. Suddenly, the catlike features she had when I first saw her began subtly returning to normal. Her ears moved down from the to of her head, returning to human-style. Her tail slowlyu disappeared, leaving no mark on her suit ( i constanly have the problem of needing a tail-hole), and her claws crept back into her hands.
Then suddenly, POOF! she had a pair of tawny bird wings. The transition seriously freaked me out, and I tripped over ontop of her. 'Hey, what the-?' was all she had time to say before I crushed her to the floor. 'You weigh like a ton of bricks' she exclaimed, trying to extract a trapped wing from beneath me. 'S'not my fault' I retorted, weakly. 'The bones in my arms legs and tail are solid steel, and that is not the way I was born. Damned scientists', 'you mean they-' 'yeah, they "upgraded" me a little. But hey, at least the demon was already there'. That was all the explination I was going to give her. She seemed to interpret my thoughts. 'You have my sympathy. Now get offa my wing'. 'Right'.
We started running. Again.
'The exits this way!' Apocalypse yelled to me over her shoulder. What can I say, I was never a good runner. 'You need some help with that door?' I asked her, as she struggled with the lock. 'If you could' she replied, before I pretty much ripped the door of its hinges. A six inch steel door. Super strength is sooo cool.
We leapt through and just like that, hello freedom.
We were in New York City.