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Posted by krotus on Feb 27, 2006 22:38:54 GMT -6
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Davon wandered the streets of Westchester. He didn't have any sort of plan after reaching New York, but something inside him demanded that he be here.
He eventually stopped on the sidewalk. He looked to his left and red the plaque on the brick post: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Why am I here? he thought to himself.
He stood there being confused for a while and let his guard slip, standing straighter. This revealed his feet and the tip of his tail, which was flicking back and forth absently.
A beer bottle exploded against the brick, startling him. He swung around to see a group of college kids in a mustang convertable. The one that threw the bottle flipped him off and shouted "F---ing Mutie!"
His eyes flared a little as his breath became abruptly visible. He took a lungful of air as he whipped off his hat, fully prepared to melt their tires.
The guy got a scared look on his face and shouted at the driver, "Go! Go!" The car peeled out with the screeching of tires and sped away down the road.
Davon put his hat back on, and let out his breath with little wisps of flame licking up his lips. "Bastards," he muttered.
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