Whateley fanfic snippet
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kengrAs Connie walked towards Crystal Hall she heard a sneering voice call out "Hey, It's the fox bitch again!"
She'd already been having a bad day. Her classes were a lot harder than at her last school, and she had more power testing coming up after lunch.
The testing worried her. There were things she didn't want them to find out...
She was jerked out of her thoughts as someone grabbed her tail and yanked.
"Hey, bitch! Look at me when I'm talking to you."
It didn't really hurt, just startled her a bit. But it was the last straw.
She spun around and glared at the boy. It was one of the ones that'd been harassing her all week.
She decided she'd had enough. She'd already checked and it was a green flag day. So she didn't need to worry about anybody seeing anything.
"Listen, idiot. I've had about enough of you and your buddies. Why won't you go bother somebody else?"
"Awww. Is the bitch on the rag?" taunted another of the boys.
She flinched. He didn't realize just what a sore spot he'd hit. Connie wanted to cry at the reminder of what she'd never be.
Her flinch drew laughter and more taunts. Like sharks smelling blood in the water, the predator circled for the kill. Only these predators didn't realize what they'd gotten themselves into.
Her fox ears went flat on top of her head and her tail stood straight out and bottled as the fur stood on end.
She fought the impulse to lash out at them. She took a breathe and reached out to a watermelon sized chunk of granite next to the path. She put one hand on top of it, flexed her fingers a bit and lifted it as if it was so much Styrofoam.
Bringing it up to waist height she took it between her hands and *squeezed*. Still with no visible effort she looked straight at the ringleader and said in a flat voice "I'm not a bitch. I'm a vixen."
As she spoke she was sort of rolling the chunk of rock between her hands and with some alarming cracking noises it got smaller and smaller.
"You don't want to make me mad. You wouldn't like me when I'm mad. "
With that she turned and tossed the now grapefruit sized and glowing rock over her shoulder. The concrete of the path cracked as it impacted.
She walked off towards the dining hall again as the smoking sphere of something that used to be rock cooled. Her ears were back up and her tall swished from side to side as she sauntered away.
The boys were stunned for a moment. Then one started to reach down to poke at the sphere.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you".
The boy turned to see someone from Whateley Security looking amused.
"Why not?" asked the boy.
"Well, I don't recall you being invulnerable or a regen, so if you're fond of your fingers, you might want to poke it with a stick or something else you won't mind losing."
The boy stepped back looking nervous. The security man picked up a fallen branch from under a tree and poked the sphere. Smoke and flame erupted as the wood contacted it.
"See what I mean?"
He pushed harder with the stick and barely managed to get the sphere to rock a bit in the depression it'd made in the brick walkway. He nodded to himself and keyed the mike on his radio.
"Security? Evans here. I need someone from the labs to do a hazmat pickup. One of the freshmen. Flying Fox, just turned a quarter ton of granite into a lump the size of a grapefruit. And it's hot enough to glow yellow...."
"Yeah, it's sitting on the path about halfway between Poe and Crystal Hall. "
She'd already been having a bad day. Her classes were a lot harder than at her last school, and she had more power testing coming up after lunch.
The testing worried her. There were things she didn't want them to find out...
She was jerked out of her thoughts as someone grabbed her tail and yanked.
"Hey, bitch! Look at me when I'm talking to you."
It didn't really hurt, just startled her a bit. But it was the last straw.
She spun around and glared at the boy. It was one of the ones that'd been harassing her all week.
She decided she'd had enough. She'd already checked and it was a green flag day. So she didn't need to worry about anybody seeing anything.
"Listen, idiot. I've had about enough of you and your buddies. Why won't you go bother somebody else?"
"Awww. Is the bitch on the rag?" taunted another of the boys.
She flinched. He didn't realize just what a sore spot he'd hit. Connie wanted to cry at the reminder of what she'd never be.
Her flinch drew laughter and more taunts. Like sharks smelling blood in the water, the predator circled for the kill. Only these predators didn't realize what they'd gotten themselves into.
Her fox ears went flat on top of her head and her tail stood straight out and bottled as the fur stood on end.
She fought the impulse to lash out at them. She took a breathe and reached out to a watermelon sized chunk of granite next to the path. She put one hand on top of it, flexed her fingers a bit and lifted it as if it was so much Styrofoam.
Bringing it up to waist height she took it between her hands and *squeezed*. Still with no visible effort she looked straight at the ringleader and said in a flat voice "I'm not a bitch. I'm a vixen."
As she spoke she was sort of rolling the chunk of rock between her hands and with some alarming cracking noises it got smaller and smaller.
"You don't want to make me mad. You wouldn't like me when I'm mad. "
With that she turned and tossed the now grapefruit sized and glowing rock over her shoulder. The concrete of the path cracked as it impacted.
She walked off towards the dining hall again as the smoking sphere of something that used to be rock cooled. Her ears were back up and her tall swished from side to side as she sauntered away.
The boys were stunned for a moment. Then one started to reach down to poke at the sphere.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you".
The boy turned to see someone from Whateley Security looking amused.
"Why not?" asked the boy.
"Well, I don't recall you being invulnerable or a regen, so if you're fond of your fingers, you might want to poke it with a stick or something else you won't mind losing."
The boy stepped back looking nervous. The security man picked up a fallen branch from under a tree and poked the sphere. Smoke and flame erupted as the wood contacted it.
"See what I mean?"
He pushed harder with the stick and barely managed to get the sphere to rock a bit in the depression it'd made in the brick walkway. He nodded to himself and keyed the mike on his radio.
"Security? Evans here. I need someone from the labs to do a hazmat pickup. One of the freshmen. Flying Fox, just turned a quarter ton of granite into a lump the size of a grapefruit. And it's hot enough to glow yellow...."
"Yeah, it's sitting on the path about halfway between Poe and Crystal Hall. "
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Date: 2009-03-02 11:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 12:29 am (UTC)It's a shared universe but they aren't accepting new authors. They are ok with Fanfic though.
Basically, Whateley is a high school for mutants/supers/whatever. A boarding school. It's located just outside Dunwich, NH. (yes, *that* Dunwich) which is, from internal evidence in the stories 15-20 miles from the real town of Berlin, NH.
Best way to get into it is start reading at http://www.crystalhall.org/stories.html
The listing of stories there is more or less in internal chronological order.
If you get thru all the stuff there and want more, I can point you at some good fanfics on another site.
A lot of the stories have TG content, but many don't. And it's not the "icky" sort.
Though I have to admit that a number of the characters can get rather icky. But then, they are teenagers and given the right (wrong!) sort of super powers many teens would find ways to abuse things.
ps. I've got several other story snippets set in the same universe, many of which involve the same character.
Eventually, I have to get around to tagging my old entries.
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Date: 2009-03-03 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-03 11:17 am (UTC)ETA: I tagged this post properly (forgot to do that the first time) And now you can get to a couple previous posts by clicking on the tag. I need to find the older entries and tag them too.
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Date: 2009-03-04 01:25 am (UTC)Just click on the "whateley" tag.
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Date: 2009-03-04 07:23 am (UTC)