2 Warehouse Meetup

{Hector's POV}

That damn telepath woke me up over some stupid "feeling" he had. Something about sensing an off feeling inside the warehouse. He just wouldn't let me be.

"Hector...please, we must check it out," Michael kept begging in my sensitive ears.

I growled in response, swatting at him. Ever since I cut the thread stitching up his lips, he hasn't shut up. Only good thing about it is that he has stayed out of my head. "Go without "Go without me, Mikey..."

"But...what if it is something dangerous...like-like the MIP agents," Michael said, mimicking a child's voice. Like usual.

"Don't worry about those daft agents, they're back in Maryland," I replied, ducking under the quilt with an exhausted sigh. A heavy weight was placed on my back and shoulders, but I didn't budge. I'm not giving into this tutti frutti mother f***er.

"Get off!" I hissed, sitting up and stretching. My claws shimmered in the sun as they shot out, then retracted.

"It will be a quick inspection, Hectic," Michael promised, using an old nickname he had made for me. I. Hate. It.

"Fine! Fine!" I rubbed at my eyes and got up out of the old bed.

Mike led me outside towards the large, rusted out warehouse. Reminds me of the lab in an off putting way. That damn lab. My eyes narrowed and adjusted to the light, then I scowled, swinging the door on the side of the warehouse open.

Inside was very big and open, but not much other than some mattress what looked to be a homeless couple spooning on top of it with a nice fuzzy blanket. Too nice to make them that poor.

I furrowed my thick eyebrows and examined them from a good distance. My eyes suddenly landed on a weird looking stick with an arrowhead at the end of it. It was pale...skin colored. "What the hell?" I mumbled, looking at Michael to see if he had noticed the same weird shit.

"Shh," Michael hushed, pulling me out of sight when the girl, redheaded, began tossing around in her sleep.

This girl gasped, waking up and looked at her partner. "Thank God...just a dream," she said, raising even more questions in my head.

'Why's her voice so pretty? Why are they here? Who the fuck are they? Jesus, just...walk out and-' I thought, but it was suddenly broken by that stupid telepath.

'No. We mustn't startle her...she might be lethal,' he told me telepathically, smacking me upside the head. I held back a sneer, then took a deep breath to calm my boiling rage.

The girl pulled the guy closer to her chest protectively. I knew she could see my eyes glowing slightly in the shadows.

'Did she see us? What's she doing?' I blurted in my head, knowing Michael could hear. But...he didn't respond.

She raised her hands straight towards me, her palm glowing a bright, brilliant red symbol. "S-Stay back from us," she stuttered. "I don't want ta hurt you both."

'She looks so scared...' My chest felt weird and my hands began to sweat even though it was the middle of October.

"We aren't here to hurt you," I finally spoke, walking out to reveal myself. My cat eyes stayed fixated with her's...warm cocoa brown eyes. 'Gorgeous,' I thought, my heart rate slowing as I calmed.

"You and Warren are safe, Denice," Michael said, knowing their names after poking around in her mind. "We are mutants too."

I readjusted my ripped up, red flannel, then looked over at Michael. He stayed hidden in the shadows. I yanked him out to reveal every inch of his charcoal black skin that was covered by his green vest and ripped shorts. "You are the mutants they talked about on the radio. The red haired girl and A-57," I stated, being clear and blunt unlike my reclusive friend.

"Yeah we heard from the MIP agents we were running from that there were two other mutants. You're them?" Denice (according to Mikey) replied, letting her grip off the brown haired guy sleeping beside her and she sits up.

I could finally get a better look at her features. From the black birthmark on her cheek to the strange pink bow around her neck. 'Beautiful red hair...red like blood,' I thought to myself, mouthing out the last part before looking away, hoping she didn't notice my obvious interest in her.

"I know...I have a weird birthmark," Denice said, looking up at me shyly. She pushed some of that hair out of her eyes and I nearly melted into a puddle. "I actually thought Warren and I were the only mutants left because we had never heard of any other mutants while traveling the country."

"We just escaped a few days ago, actually," Michael explained, staying hidden behind me. His voice was frail, mimicking his old friend, Lilith's, which was very feminine. "From a secret lab within the boarder Maryland and Virginia."

"I'm sorry about that," she apologized, looking towards Michael. Why was she apologizing? She can't control what's happened to us. "Warren also escaped a horrible place when he was 5. Warren and I met when we were 6, up by the Canadian border in Lynden, Washington. We've been traveling ever since...trying to reach Xavier's school."

I sighed, taking a seat on an old, dusted chair across from Denice. It had a paint-stained table with old graphic designs of wood work. I imagine an old man may have used this place before he kicked the bucket years ago. Or maybe some rundown business that had to close up shop and left this all behind. I guess I'm left with my imagination of what this was before us. "That's where we are heading, too," I said, flipping through the papers my eyes lazily half lidded. "He isn't alive, though..."

"He might have someone new running it, now," Michael said, slipping back into the shadows for his own sake. He is such a recluse.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your names," she giggled nervously. "Like how you know mine and Warren's."

"Well...he's a telepath, so he probably knows more than he should," I replied, turning my gaze back to her for a brief moment. "I'm Hector and he is Michael, but we usually just go by Silver Claws and The Mimicker. That's what the media has been calling us, at least..."

"It's nice to meet you both, Hector and Michael," she replied while smiling at us with that perfect face. She was rubbing the guy's head that had been sleeping this entire time, but he suddenly moved and looked to be waking up.

I turned away and continued shifting through the papers, a pit of jealousy bubbling ever so slightly inside me.

"Is your friend alright?" Mike asked in his ear splitting girly voice. I gave him an annoyed hiss before raising my head towards him.

"Why would you even care? We just met em," I scoffed, scraping my claws along the splintered wood. "Just 'cause they're mutants, doesn't mean we should frolic off to Xavier's school in a field of daffodil daydreams."

Her smile faltered, then I realized I was being an ass. I sigh, "I'm s-" I get cut off by that Warren guy's yawn. 'Asshole...go back to sleep...'

Michael and I were finally noticed by him and his dark green eyes (quite similar to Michael's) turned a a dark red...unlike Denice's pretty, cherry red hair. He hugged Denice tightly and growled at me, sending a jolt of anger throughout my body. I wanted to shred him to pieces with my claws...he thinks he's got the right to growl at ME?!

"Warren, calm down. They aren't here to hurt or **** me," Denice began, trying to calm him down. "They are the other mutants that we heard about and they are going to the same place we are....There you go, you're my good brother," she continued petting him, seeming to calm him down. His weird arrowhead tail wagged.

Michael had made his way over to me, I guess to be protected by me if that savage devil boy came at us. He stared at the pair while hugging around my neck.

"Let go of me, you queer," I hissed at Mike, making him release me.

"Hectic, b-be nice! I could've been attacked," Michael blurted, trying to act dramatic and weak. In all reality of everything, there wasn't a thing in the world stopping Mikey from freezing that devil into place...other than Mike's moral compass, of course.

"Warren doesn't attack unless someone attacks me or him first he was just in a protective stage there," Denice said, look at the two of us while treating Warren like a dog by scratching behind his ears. "He is like my brother, even though we aren't related. I know all his weaknesses on how to calm him down fast," she giggled.

I rolled my eyes. "We have to be on our way or else we'll have MIP agents up our asses," I said, picking the papers up and stuffing them in my bag I had stolen from the lab.

"Yeah, let's pack up our stuff, Denice," I hear Warren say, then Denice and him began packing up all their things. I see Denice pull out a map and look through it to figure out where to go.

"Do you guys want to come with us?" Denice asked, looking up from the map and giving us a very hopeful expression.

Michael smiles. "Yes! We should," he agreed, making me growl softly. "Strength in numbers!"

I huffed, picking my bag up. "Fine, but you two better not get us caught or killed," I told them, giving off a protective look that caused Michael to laugh for some reason.

"I can teleport us out if we do get caught and Denice can blend in as a human for getting supplies" Warren replied, while Denice giggled along with Michael.

"Yeah, but one little slip up with your tail or his skin," I began lecturing, pointing at Warren's tail, then Michael. "And we are back in a lab...being used as mindless, military weapons."

Denice looked to be shocked, her eyes widening. 'What? Was this new information to her?'

"Warren hides his tail in his pants when we go to a populated place," Denice spike up. "Warren did that happened to you before you escaped?"

Warren growls at me, but he sighs. ('Still has no right to growl at ME!') "Yes, I wanted to wait a bit longer to tell you as it was a bad topic to talk about" Warren said to Denice.

"That's what they'll do to you as well," I said, crossing my arms over my chest, getting fed up with this conversation. "Mess up your pretty face and get inside your head so every inch of sanity is gone..." I added with a smirk, seeing her cheeks redden.

Michael slapped my arms. "Stop being insensitive!"

"Don't make Denice scared," Warren said, growling at me...once again.

I laughed, "oh, yeah, she's terrified." I looked over at Denice, seeing her red face redden even more.

"She is, she just doesn't show when she is scared but when she  is really terrified she shows it," Warren replies.

"And you're the expert," I said sarcastically, then walked out of the warehouse, going back towards the roads to hitchhike. Mike hurried behind me. Warren and Denice followed us.

"I think this would be the best route to get there faster," Denice told me, pointing at the map to show me a shorter route.

"Lead the way," I smiled, scratching the back of his head. 'She's smart too?' I thought, biting my lip.

"Can you hang from trees with that tail?" I heard Michael ask.

"I don't know. I haven't tried all I know is that it is sensitive," Warren said back. Denice began laughing while she led the way, leaving me confused. "Shush up."

"You should try it," Michael said, quickly changing his skin tone to a tan look, making him look like a Latino boy. It took quite a bit of energy to stay looking human, which was the biggest pain with having him along.

"Woah that's so cool," Denice said to Michael with a smile. Michael got nervous. Nothing new with that.

I held my thumb up once I saw a pick-up truck driving by and was able to stop the driver. "Hello, sir. Sorry for the bother, but my friend's car broke down a couple miles back and we need a ride to the nearest gas station towards New York..." I glanced over at the gang and saw Warren tucking his tail away.

//Couple hours later - In NY\\

Denice had found a place to camp for the night. She was going to get more supplies and Michael had decided to tag along. Warren and I would have to set up camp in the field without Mike.

"Are you sure you want to come?" Denice asked Michael while I was flattening out the grass and unfolding the tent.

"Totally! I'm more worried about leaving these two alone," Michael teased, pinching my cheek.

I hissed in retaliation and snapped my teeth at him. "Don't touch me!"

"Calm down, Kitty. Us girls got better places to be," He joked, mimicking a girl's voice and doing a fake hair flip.

'Such a queer,' I thought shaking my head. He punched me for thinking that.

Denice giggles at Michael's impression. I watched them walk off to the store. I turn to see Warren getting out the pillows and blankets.

"What's your deal with Denice? You into her or something?" I asked, putting the stakes into the ground to keep the tent in place. It was now completely up. I tossed my duffel bag inside it and turned to him.