#fledgling phoenix ray

[de12anne]

{ Continued from here, @fledgling-phoenix-ray}

“There are so many noises, Rachel. Some of them are really close. I'm not scared, but I don’t know how to make my heart slow down enough to rest. And also the people three rooms to our left are making really strange sounds and I don’t know what they are.”

[call-me-charlotte-x-blog]

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Charlotte smiled at her newest trainee. 

“Are you ready to start your training?”

[mutantfeline-blog]

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“Cuh. Aah. Tuh. Caatuh. Cuh-aat. Caat. Cat. Cat. Cat! Cat!”

Little Catseye was bouncing with excitement. After days of Rachel trying to teach her some basic words, it finally clicked. Letters made sounds. Sounds made words. Words meant something. Words could mean a lot, but not just anything. Catseye was a cat. “Catseye” started with “Cat”. “Cat” was a part of “Catseye”. Instead of pointing to random objects every time she said it like before, now she was pointing at herself. “CAT! CAT! CAT!”

[de12anne]

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“Rachel!” Dee called. She was watching the television with fascination while the other mutant was brushing her teeth. “Rachel!”

[de12anne]

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[under the cut for violence]

De-12 stiffened. She smelled someone new, too close, too likely to have seen her killing a mutant and the unlucky witness. Now there would have to be two unlucky witnesses. The young teen turned around, revealing the metal blades formed on her pale arms, splattered with crimson. The witness---now target---didn’t appear that much older than she. Perhaps by four or five years? It was sad that she had to die, but at least she wasn’t younger than De-12; she hated killing children.

“Come here,” she ordered, wanting to give the redhead a chance to avoid a fight. She was just a witness, after all, so hopefully a painless elimination would be possible.

[mutantfeline-blog]

Rachel tried not to laugh at the big purple cat playing with the tinsel dangling off a Christmas tree. "Having fun?"

Catseye’s ears perked up at the sound of Rachel’s voice. She bounded towards her with the tinsel still wrapped around her paw, slipping off right as it looked like the tree might tip.