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Burmese Bombshell, Siberian Silhouette: Predators of Fire and Ice
By. ME!!!!!!!!! THAT'S RIGHT, ME!!!!!!!!!!
"Vell? Vhat should ve do now? Now that Mutha's dead, ve have no vun in Russia."
"I know that! But does this make sense? Going to look for the man who gave her the time of her life, the left her? HA! I doubt he vould ever be happy to know that he had two bastard children, hell, two MUTANT bastard children!"
Everyone in the small, English airport kept giving the two young people in trench coats with big hats wary glances. Just their accents alone made them suspicious, no one Russian ever came to their small part of the country, and that other part of their voices, a strange guttural undertone that hinted at menace made the hair on the back of their necks stand up.
Even centuries of being on top of the food chain couldn’t take away a instinctive recognition of predators, and the feeling of being hunted.
An elderly woman turned to the elderly man sitting next to her and whispered, "Do you think they are dangerous? I could have sworn I heard one say…mutant…"
He shrugged and looked back at his paper, 'Ah, my favorite horse won again, I really should start betting on him.', "I don’t know, but you know that one's business is one's business, and it would be most rude to talk about others. Especially if they are only here a short while and I doubt they'd want to be remembered here in rumors."
She nodded and gave them one final look, "Well, hopefully they got to where they need to go, poor things, they can't be more than 16, and traveling all alone."
He looked up from his paper to give them one last look as they crossed them towards their gate, "Not alone, and from the looks of it, they seem related, I'm sure that, being what they seem to be, that they'll be just fine."
She looked towards her brother and gave a snort of disgust, " I told you that these outfits von't disguise vhat ve are, those two old people could tell!"
He chuckled softly, " Only because you do not know how to keep your voice down. Besides, do you really vant to have to valk around in the open as ve are? Or vould you ratha have to constantly have to have your body covered in that make-up stuff? Besides, this place is very vet, so I thought this vould be the best disguise, since make-up could very vell vash off."
She smiled, the quickly stopped, not wanting to show off her fangs to the already nervous people on the plane, "I suppose your right, but I still don’t see the importance of looking for our fatha, or 'beastly god of a man' as mutha often put it."
"Don’t you vant to know vhere ve came from? I know that I do. For all ve know, he's a powerful man who vould be most happy to find out that he had children, mutant bastards or not."
"Or he could be disgusted by us and have us killed, as proof that he could very vell be vun of us. I svear you neva think of the consequences if he doesn’t vant us and that could get us killed! And vhat makes you so certain ve vill find him, he might be dead by now, it has been almost 17 years since he impregnated our mutha, or did you forget that part?"
"No, sista dear, I haven't forgotten that, but vhat else do ve have to live for? Ve're only 16-"
"16 and a half…"
"Vhatever, and ve have no family, ve need to go somevere vere ve can have the resources to find him, and even if ve cant, ve need to go somevere vere ve fit in and can get helped vith our abilities. They get stronger everyday and you know ve von't be able to get through this alone."
The fasten seatbelt sign came on and she tensed, it was time to take off.
She sighed, 'He's too calm by half sometimes, I wish he would show that he's as nervous or scared as I am.', "So are you certain that this school is the best place for us? Do you really think that professa can help us vith our povers and vith the search for our fatha?"
He nodded and patted her hand as it gripped the armrest as they took off, she really did hate flying, "Yes, I'm certain of it. And maybe he can help vith our English as vell."
She rolled her eyes and looked at the ocean below them, for such a smart guy, her brother sure saw things strangely, besides, her English was much better than his anyway.
Well people? how is it so far? Are their accents too hard or is it ok? LEMME KNOW!!!!!! lol ^-^