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Aug 7, 2024 21:48:39 GMT -6
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Tonight was a bad night. Her classes were entering mid-terms and Agnes had not only spent the majority of her time stressing over the amount of studying that she had to do, but she also was having some issues with her girlfriend, Rebecca. Now, she loved the redhead sincerely, to the deepest that her heart could reach, but tonight was a bad night. But it was not because of any disagreement that they had or something like that, no, instead it was because of what Rebecca was still attempting to heal from.
It has been months now, months since Rebecca was captured by some insane mutant who could trap people into some pocket dimension, or something, where he could feed on them for extreme amounts of time, slowly. It was a terrifying prospect, and one, obviously, which left Rebecca just a bit…broken. The way the sweet redhead described it was that it felt as if a year had passed…when it had only been about two weeks. The revelation of that was just far too startling for Agnes to even comprehend. How did Rebecca even keep her sanity? From what she heard from Detective Cervantes, Rebecca was one of the lucky ones.
The rest, well, they would never be the same.
It was that thought that made Agnes so upset now. Rebecca was doing so well since December, she was doing things on her own, she was less scared of the dark, but sadly she still had a day every once in awhile where she took a huge step back. Tonight was one of those nights. Rebecca had called, begged her to come over to the mansion because of some horrible dream she had and she was in full-fledged panic attack. Agnes was only too happy to help Rebecca through these tough times but they only served to remind her of the terrible situation that Rebecca had found herself in.
What made it worse? The mutant responsible was not going to meet justice for this. The nice detective had contacted her, told her that the man was going to be moved to some mutant psych ward because he apparently he was not of “sound mind.” Bullsh--!
It took time but Agnes finally got Rebecca to sleep again before she slipped out. Now, she was just taking her time returning to Juilliard by taking flight over the city of New York. There was so much unfair about this city, so much justice that was never delivered. It was just an awful state and quite frankly she was in such a foul mood she didn’t think she could sleep.
No, there had to be something else. But what? Gardens? Coffee? Nah, all her normal haunts were so childish and peaceful. She needed something that was more…grown-up.
Flying over a particularly interesting street, she hovered down onto the sidewalk before she gently landed onto her two feet. She folded her wings against her back and sighed as she began to stroll. The night was so calm and the smell of the coming Spring in the air was sweet. She could practically feel the buzz of insects in her chest as they twittered with anticipation for the warm weather. She wished she could feel that happy about things right now. But her mind was still buzzing with the sounds of irritation.
Sometimes, she really wished that she could just forg—
She paused when a glimpse of neon caught her eye. Turning her head, she spied what looked like some club or bar to the right. The neon lettering said, “CHIMERA CLUB” and a small sign was posted in the window that said “Mutant Club Only!” Interesting thought. Agnes nibbled on her lip in thought; something told her to just turn on her heel and go home, but, for whatever reason, she was not listening to it tonight.
Besides, they’d probably wouldn’t let her in, right? She 19, not 21. But…
“Hehehe, this is going to be fun!”
“Yeah!”
Agnes looked up to see a foursome of scantily glad girls, probably around 20 or so, sauntering up to the club entrance. The majority of them were clearly mutants, with angel wings, metal skin, or fire burning around their eyes; clearly mutants. Hmm…
Agnes crept up, stepping in line behind the girls. Though she was only dressed in jeans and a purple sweater that clung to her small curves, maybe she could pass off as being with them? Just to get inside? It was such a wicked thought! Feeling her heart clattering in her chest, she followed the girls, trying to appear non-chalant and yet a part of their group. As the tentacle-faced bouncer waved people in, pushed other people away, Agnes held her breath. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after al—
“Go on,” he muttered.
She blinked as she looked up to see him waving not only the girls ahead of her, but herself too! Blinking in surprise, Agnes glanced back to see that her wings had jutted out in her anticipation. Forcing them back down, Agnes took a breath, gave a kindly smile to the bouncer and stepped into the club. This was so not what she should be doing right now…
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