Petunia was out wondering the streets on a very boring day. These days weren’t supposed to be boring. Robots were wandering the streets trashing buildings, upturning cars, and causing humans to run. These days aren’t supposed to be boring.

So Pix was to make her own entertainment, and entertainment needed a plan. One that had only been born about five minutes ago when she was slurping up a drink in the café down the street(entitled the comacozy because it contained 9 shots of espresso.)

Maybe this plan wasn’t the smartest plan she had ever had, but she was bored and boredom was a very dangerous thing in the wrong hands. So there she was, Marching straight to the nearest intersection in the street, then coming to an abrupt halt at the foot of the base of one of the traffic lights. She casually leaned against the street lamp base, innocent looking as ever, as a long line of ants, spiders, and beetles moved from the back of her shirt collar, up the street lamp, soon making it to the light that controlled the traffic. Many of the insects entered to the inside of the light and, a moment later, the lights on one side flickered.

“Oh someone hit something important” Petunia mumbled to herself as she looked up and the faintest sign of smoke rose from the space between the red light and the covering. “Lets try that again.”

The red light went out, with more smoke rising, and those with excellent noses might notice the sent similar to when you hold a magnifind glass over an ant. The traffic with the green light continued, but an overly impatient driver from the other way, hit the gas, then the breaks, and he squealed towards the middle of the intersection.

(I leave what happens up to you.)

Pix had leaned around the light, like a little kid peaking around the thick trunk of a tree during a school yard game of hide and seek. Oh would you look at that. It’s not every day that you see cars collide into each other close up. A smile formed across her face, spreading across and up to where the expression made crinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Oh and looky there. Sparks! No wait… That was a dude…. A fast flying dude is a flashy suit that a super fast flying dude were ware.…. Who was picking up pedestrians.

Petunia’s smile melted away and she ducked back around the street light, pushing her back against it and crossing her arms in a I’m a two year old and not happy sort of way. Where had that dud come from? I mean here Pix was, minding her own business, bugging the street lamps and here comes this dude in a supper suit (I assume he is looking like your icon) flying down from no where, and completely ruining her entertainment. How-Dare-he…

Suddenly her arm was grabbed and the small pixy like mutant was pulled forward off balance, and she nearly tripped on her feet. “Hey, hey, hey, get your hands off me.” Petunia tried to pull away as her bugs on her arm either scurried away from this dude’s grip and up her sleeve, or tried to clime up his fingers onto his arm.

" sorry miss, I saw you were in danger and thought to remove you from it."

Pix’s eyes flicked back at the car that had slid to a stop at the intersection, close to where she had been standing. Ok so that she could maybe forgive… Maybe. Vigualanties(SP?)… Couldn’t live with them, couldn’t chuck them into busy streets when no cars were moving anymore.

Petunia had managed to pull her hand out of the dude’s grip when he slackened it and instantly crossed her arms, turned on her heals, and intended to walk away to find something else to do. With her back turned he should be able to make out the outlines of her wings under her thin material coat.

" are you responsible for this?"

“Yes.” Simple, Short, sharply put, and abruptly spoken at he end of his question. “I caused the street lights to go out.” and now that he had ruined her fun she found need to go find more.

Sometimes Petunia’s own ideas were creepy enough to make her own skin crawl. No wait, that was a little something extra crawling on her skin where she hadn’t told it to crawl. She twisted and pulled back the back collar of her should with one hand as the other moved back and forth between her wings, just where was the thing and why was this guy in the outlandish outfit still talking to her? She answered his question already.

" I would ask that you stop this subtle violence. no one benefits from such."

“Got it!” Not said to the man in the super suit, but about the thing that was crawling between her shoulder blades at the base of her wings. She pulled a large lunar moth, with one wing crumbled in her fist, she held the thing in front of her face for a minute. She released the wing she had crumbled and the lunar moth pulled it’s injured self to the back of her hand, crumbled wing looking odd next to the straight one.

“I highly disagree. I find that subtle violence gains fear from those who are too low to comprehend what it is exactly that they are afraid of.” She pivoted on her heal, tossing the lunar moth aside with the same motion and moving to press a finger against the chest of the man’s super suit. “However if you insist I don’t have to make my violence subtle.”

Petunia’s nose wrinkled at the comment about building a fear of NYC traffic. Ok she hadn’t thought of that. Maybe that was the multiple shots of caffeinated goodness that had blocked that thought process.

" I insist that you see all that you threaten."

Petunia opened her mouth to protest, but what ever she had first thought up to say, was instantly forgotten. He had moved fast enough, ducking down and making it to the back of her knee, that her wings had flicked out and buzzed once to keep herself up right. Not buzzing enough to lift her though. No, he had beaten her to the flying thing because before she could pull back, he had her in the pose she always envisioned with super man and damsels in distress.

" Look at it! it is beautiful and alive, and all you can think to do is to hurt them. You act like the biggest kid on the playground. It will not do."

“you know, you’ve got a lot of nerve!” Petunia’s hand smacked at the shoulder that was holding her knees. “Yeah it’s beautiful, but you’re ignoring what they think should be done with us. If someone doesn’t command their respect, they’ll just trample us. It’s like grandpa’s old dog that bit one too many people. Grandpa couldn’t reason with the animal, so grandpa had to put him down.”

(Tried to think of a different analogy that was as strong. I hate the one I put.)

" Well, that is one way to see it, another is that they are right to want you off the street. that you are the dog biting people.”

Yeah. That was one way of thinking of it. Another was that Petunia was the five year old child, standing behind the dog, and pulling the dogs ears, making them bite, but who was really keeping track of that stuff? He went on, and on, causing Petunia’s green eyes to roll.

“The fact that they even thought up the camps, is proof that they need something put into their place. I’m well aware of the group that is preparing to take the camps down and I intend to be part of them.” The information of the resistance group was curacy of a talking white snow shoe hair who could become the size of a tiger in a cloud of flower power.

"Will you be able to fly up here?"

Petunia peeked around her side at the ground, roof tops, streets, and ant like people below. “Yeah, why?”

(How far should Shrapnel be pushed? Also, it’s up to you on how successful the end of this post is.)

That was funny. Petunia had never met someone who could fly and didn’t have wings. She envisioned that they existed before, but never met one. The second part of his thoughts were disturbing to her. She’d be stronger if they weren’t. Part of her was aware of the stroller but to actually bring it up and state it out lowed was different from ignoring such facts. Facts like that were easy to ignore, even when she saw them from thousands of little eyes at once, second hand. She simply shut down that side of her mind that belonged to the receiving end of her many bugs. Without the shut down, things were just… Well… chaotic…. More chaotic than normal.

The man was glaring at her from behind the hidden safety of his mask, but Petunia didn’t know, nor did she really care. She stared at the passing sky where they descending from. Other thoughts were crossing her mind, like if those twins were mutants. It was hard to tell nowadays who would be, short of everyone either wearing supper suits like this dude was, or being forced to were a sort of star to symbolize their mutation and inform the rest of the populations. The star thing had been done before. Forced.

“It was a risk I am still willing to take.” It was meant more just for Petunia’s inner thoughts, but the fraise also answered what was asked from behind that mask.

" I suggest you avoid that corner you were at for a bit. "

Her gaze shifted from the sky to the mask where those eye holes, or what ever one could describe them as, stared at her. What did he know that she didn’t? In the distance she heard the scream of a siren. “You do?” Hmmmmm…..

There was a quiet pause before one hand, and the elbow on her closer arm, shot sideways to shove against the other mutants shoulders to try and roll off the side of his grasp. She’d drop a few feet before straightening for the buggy style flight, and her wings buzzed into action heading back to the scene of her, most recent, crime.

At first when she had been released from the man’s hold, Pix’s wings clapped then vibrated into a buzz, that moved into silence, in her flight, as she dashed off to where all of the excitement had began, before she had been lectured about right and wrong.

Moth to a flame was the best description that described Petunia right now, as she wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings in the air. Yes she had looked over her shoulder to see if the man in the super suit was following her, but other than that, she was intent on the place where the sirens were coming from. There was a bil board against the side of a building over where Petunia had messed up the traffic lights. She stilled her wings and tilted them so that her movement smoothly swooped behind the sign, where she landed and peaked around the bill board at the action below.

Pix should probably listen to the lessons that cats never learn.

(ok. Thanks. I just know I can push character’s nerves wit Pix)

Pix leaned around the sign, She pulled away from the edge into the shadows where she was between the back of the bill board and the brick wall. If anyone could see her there, they would see a girl, who appeared to melt away as little tiny dragon flies, horse flies, fuzzy bumble bees, and thick hairy winged moths. Pix had made herself a dragon fly but the fuzzy bees flew close to her and she used them to keep warm. Her cloths were left dangling over the bars that held the sign to the building.

The swarm raised over the top edge of the bill board, and the bugs landed, scurrying down the front. Pausing here and there so that the groups of insects looked like they were part of the large sign. Oh yes. This looked inconspicuous. What first?...

The ambulance? That looked like it was worth a good couple of laughs. The swarm swooped down making the cop’s head turn to watch. Oh, he wanted attention? He would have to wait. She made it to the ambulance and using her bugs to work as a group, a block of bugs, large enough they could have been a brick, went down on the gas. Smaller groups managed the keys in the ignition and as the vehicle screeched forward, she managed to find the button for the sirens and the flashing lights. The swarm of Pix exited the cab of the ambulance in time to see it hit a brick wall where it should have turned a corner. Whoops…

Ok so now for the cop, Oh look a bike! The swarm made a v line for the nearest motorcycle and as soon as the first five bugs, pix included, touched it, The sirens and lights were going off. Ok so how did this one turn on. Getting it to balance right with hundreds of bugs steering would be the real challenge, but she had to get it started first. How did these things work again?

(I’m leaving a lot of stuff in this post sort of open and up to you. Also sorry for the length, there is a lot happening at once, and I doubt I have what happens to someone under radiation like that right.)

Pix buzzed over the handle bars of the bike letting herself land on the wind shield of the bike. Ok so she had found the lights, and the thing had started but she couldn’t remember how to kick it into gear. Her old bike back home was one that had different gears where you put your toe under the petal and pulled up for each gear you wanted to go faster. Like the clutch in Dad’s old jeep. Every vehicle was a little different, (Especially when you were several sizes smaller than when you normally ride around.) and as she was working to manipulate this cop motorcycle the super hero guy, who looked a lot bigger, landed on the thing. Then he started glowing. The difference in his light was faster then the time she’d shoved a fist full of fire flies in an open light socket. Cleaner too.

Pix’s little dragon fly head tilted back to look at the supper suit waring glowing man better. There was a fuzzy feeling growing in her head, and as it grew, she lost part of the connection with her insects. The control and dexterity she had with them dropped and if no one else was holding the bike, it would wobble, then fall with Pix still clinging to the wind shield. She was going to be sick and she wanted to throw up, but dragon fly mouths didn’t throw up with the same satisfaction human mouths could. Worst of all, she burned. Every millimeter of her body and wings. Even parts she didn’t know her dragon fly self had. Her green eyes were the most uncomfortable.

Stubbornly she clung to the wind shield, but the feeling of aches and nausea became worst. Her bugs wavered in the air. Obviously loosing the control of their flight. Both bees and horse flies were agitated. The bees buzzed, making little circles in the air, then either dropping, or attempting to charge this strange being in the supper suit. In their disorientation it would be amazing if their stingers made it through for one last Como cozy act. A little more resistant to things trying to kill them, the horse flies dove, their wings clapping so violently that they sounded like little bomber planes. These dropped slower than the bees. Each little body making a timy thump against what ever they fell on. A few short seconds later, in desperation, the horse flies tried an attack as well. Landing on the super suit (I don’t know how thick the fabric is so don’t know if redemption would even feel these) and trying to bite through to the flesh below, with the same determination horse flies use to get through hair and horse hide. At this moment, the only control that pix had in her state, was that her friends wouldn’t attack her.

The dragon fly slipped back down the wind shield of the bike, feeling her body take over on instinct. She needed to become human again. Mean while people were shouting things from the side lines. The safe not going to radiate you because you’re an insect side lines. Like one of those movies that show someone morphing from some hideous creature, Pix’s body grew then changed. Her dragon fly wings extended to buzz once while her growing body fell, then her buggy appendages became like smooth skin and delicate hands doll hands. Her cloths had been left behind the bill board on the building but she had a back up plan for such occasions. As she became human, moth wings covered her exposed skin to keep her worm, till it looked like she was just warring an elaborately designed ballet dancer out fit.

" Can't you moron's see he is dressed as a hero?"

“No! he’s dressed like an idiot.” Petunia insisted, Now sprawled on the ground and still breathing to recover from the shock to her body. A few other choice words left her lips as she mumbled under her breath.

The cops had told them to freeze but freezing was kind of hard to do when you thought you might hurl. Something she was working on doing while the other mutant snatched her hand and captured her wrist and pulled her back.

" That is a creative couple of uses of your abilities girl. for someone so creative, you are very foolish. I suppose your clothes are behind the billboard?"

“Ya’ ain’t seen nothing yet.” She practically hissed when pulled. The sound mostly coming from the discomfort of her stomach though frustration was there as well. “Yeah, the billboard.” Petunia stumbled as she was off balance from being doubled over. She didn’t have enough concentration at hand to completely control a swarm like a moment ago, but she could create one all the same. The back of her moth made out fit thickened for a few seconds with more moths, Everything for large luner green ones to little brown ones. Her wings buzzed and the moths spread out in a wide cloud being directed by the air currents to the officers. Falling on them like a curtain. A sickly curtain but a curtain to block their view.

Ok. That whoozy feeling increased in her stomach as she was scooped up and carried away…. Again…. By a Party Pooper…. In a Supper Suit. Sort of like when your 16 and mom and dad invite a Barny like character to entertain at your birthday party.

They reached the roof that sort of reminded Petunia of a scene in spider man she saw in a movie outside of the marvel comics realm. Huhh… What was the knowledge of Marvel Comics doing in her head? Ok maybe that was a question she could contemplate later.

"at one point in time I disdained them, I sought to end their existence, but I saw the error in such hatred, it only caused more hatred and violence.maybe chaos suits you just fine but say to the cab driver that goes back to his company and is now held responsible for the car, his life has just changed for the worse at a whim. It is useless."

“What I do is better than laying down and just taking everything.” Petunia said practically to the ground. She’d bent over the grass, as soon as they had landed. Her hands fidgeted with the cloths in her lap but she hadn’t done much with them other than pull her coat over her shoulders and tugging the front closed over the dancer like moth uniform. Using her insects for insulation against the exposed roof. “You people want to save them fine. There are certain things about natural selection that just happen for a reason.”

"but I can't open your eyes for you so I will have to settle for seeing you when the camps go down. Are you ok? I hadn't realized you were one of the bugs”

Pix bent over letting her forehead rest in her hand. “Yeah just fine. I didn’t realize you could make killing radiation.” Another reason to feel stupid.

Petunia sat with her legs crossed loosely. Her elbows rested on her knees. The other mutant was still there, she was sure of that since he was still talking. Slowly she shifted so that she was leaning on the palm of her hand. The other still held her head, as if, if she were to let go, part of her skull might go missing.

She listened to the last phrase, oh that could be fun. She could be sure and give him some issues to work out if he were to feel guilty about her death. then again he had just helped her. He'd prevented her fun, but he had actually carried her away from the scene as well. Two sides of what to do struggled in her head. Then she came to a decision to satisfy both. Though the one that was telling her to say she was ok, seemed a little dismayed.

"I'm alright." The words came out with a sigh, as she really was still uncomfortable. She tilted her head against the palm of her head so that she could see Redemption just below her eye brows. Green eyes loosing some of their typical pixish hardness. Her skin was still looking a little greenish thanks to the nausea. "My death, it won't be today."

She moved to stand slowly, then sort of wavered and it was like her body slowly collapsed on it's self. On the outside Petunia had gone limp. She'd practiced this with her brother when she would fool him into thinking she was truly asleep. Even her facial structure relaxed and she forced herself to breath shallowly and slow her pulse. The moths scurried with their wings out from under her coat to flutter aimlessly on the wind, as if they were now free of her will.

On the inside, Pix was Cackling at what ever could be going through the other mutant's mind. Weather he believed her or not.

Oh Pix could be so mean. Though this feeling of flying very, very, fast, as invigorating as it was, wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. The fact that the wind was chilling, made Pix actually shiver as the air swept any gained warmth away from her face. Plus Pix was never going to get the tangles out of her hair with out professional help.

So if he was going this fast, what exactly would he do if pix woke up miraculously in his arms? Well, only one way to find out. Petunia’s head lifted slightly with a smirk that she could no longer hold back without biting into her lower lip. “If I just miraculously woke up just like that, after what just happened what would you do?”

"Well first, if you miraculously woke up I would be happy, but after that I would be annoyed that you freaked me out...I don't want to kill anyone."

“I sort of noticed that.” Pix had sort of noticed that a long, time ago back at the traffic light. Ok maybe that wasn’t really that long ago but when your mind jumps from one thing to another so easily, 5 minutes can seem like hours.

" I don't want to kill anyone else, I have been like you and worse, much worse than you. careless with life. I am glad you are not dead."

They landed, and Petunia took her things, finally tugging the upper part of her outfit over the moths that, though they had clung obediently and comfortably to her, were looking a little bedraggled around the edges of their wings from the hasty flight. One eye brow raised as she actually listened. The guy in the supper suit have been harping on the same subject over and over, yet the small new thought had made it’s way to her. He cared. Even though he wasn’t her friend, by any means, he was a rare type of person. She could saftly say that, like in the story of the scorpion and the frog, she would care less if the situation were reversed and actually serious.

“You are a very funny person.” Her lips pressed together for a second or two as she flicked a couple of moths away having just accidentally causing their lives to expire when her arm cam down the wrong way. “I’ll think on what you’ve said, but-“ She turned her hand like doing a coin trick manipulating a preyamantise with a scorpion riding on it’s back so that it sort of imitated the stalker bots walking up and down her hands. “I’m going to deal with the camps first.”