sunshine and whiskey
ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ
Claire Thompson | 18 | Pyrokinesis
It's been exactly three days since a new school year had started and once again, she was happy to be at the mansion. She sat down in one of the chairs in the main hall and watched as kids passed by her, some of them being immature freshmen. Claire did nothing but shake her head at them then turned to look at Bobby, who was sitting next to Kitty, as always. With an eye roll, she stood up, straightening out her clothing and walked from the main hall, into the kitchen, where she ran into Logan.
"Oh, hey there, Firestarter." Logan gave her that mutant alias but honestly, she didn't like it. She often wondered what would happen if she told him that. With the shrug of her shoulders, she escaped from la-la land and back to reality. "Hey, Logan. How are you?" Logan cracked his neck, along with the rest of his muscles then let out a hard groan. "Good now." She smiled a little then looked up and seen Ororo walk into the kitchen as well. "Logan, we need to talk."
Her voice sounded a bit strange but then again, her voice always sounded like that to her. Logan nodded his head towards Claire as she smiled again and watched him walk past her, patting her on the shoulder. Claire turned to watch them leave then jumped out of her seat and followed behind them closely but not too close. They walked towards the outside and around the side of the mansion, where the body of three mutants were found. "Someone is really trying to get rid of us, huh?" Logan said as Ororo just stared at the bodies.
Claire came around the corner and looked down, shrieking once she saw the bodies of her fellow mutants. She felt Logan's muscular arms grasp her and turn her away as she started to sniffle and sob. "Please send someone to dispose of three bodies." Ororo spoke into her earpiece.
They walked back into the mansion after Claire had gotten a hold of herself and went their separate ways. She sat down in the main hall again, still not believing what she had just seen. She tried her best to rid the images from her head but couldn't. She could already tell that it was going to be a long year.