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Lindsey sighed and shifted her bag from one hand to the other
for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. She winced at
the deep red groove the plastic bag's handle had left in her
palm and silently cursed whoever it was who had made such
A soft clinking sound made Lindsey glance down towards her
newly repositioned shopping bag. Her wine coolers were banging
together with every step that she took. Another long suffering
sigh escaped Lindsey as she squatted down on the sidewalk.
She peered into the stretching plastic bag and considered
Several moments later, Lindsey shoved her loaf of bread between
the two bottles of Passion Fruit wine cooler. She looked at
the arrangement through narrowed eyes, as if daring the bottles
to test her patience any further. Seeing as the bottles didn't
seem ready to do so at that moment, Lindsey wearily rose to
her feet again, pushing a strand of brown hair out of her
A loud cry caught Lindsey's attention. She recognized the
voice as the same one she had heard shortly after leaving
Metro. I just hope that it isn't some kid thinking that
I'm mommy... Lindsey thought. It's far too hot for
any of that today!
The sound of pounding footsteps approaching dashed that hope.
Lindsey sighed and turned around, waiting for the coming confrontation.
Damned mutant power! Lindsey thought, highly annoyed
at her ability to appear to be anybody that people expected
It could be useful, on occasions, but her particular genetic
quirk could also be a real pain. Especially when all that
she wanted to do was get her groceries home, open her wine
coolers, and pop in a nice movie.
A teary eyed woman was tearing across the pavement towards
Lindsey. Her lips parted and a name tore it's way out. "Remy!"
the woman cried, her hands wrapping around Lindsey's upper
arm as she skidded to a halt next to her.
Lindsey's blue eyes widened in shock as the narrow telepathic
abilities which were a part of her larger mutancy picked up
a wave of guilt and sorrow from the woman. A picture of a
man with red on black eyes flashed through Lindsey's head.
That must be who she sees me as, Lindsey realized.
Her desire to see this man must be so intense that my
power is picking up on it! Lindsey thought, aghast. Almost
every previous use of her power had served to make her less
noticeable. And now, she was faced with a woman who looked
about ready to fall apart on her.
"Remy..." the woman breathed, her green eyes filling
with tears. Her hand was painfully tight around Lindsey's
What does she want from me? Lindsey thought frantically.
The telepathic abilities which always ensured that Lindsey
could come up with the proper words fitting the image that
she wore in people's minds piped up.
The words which flashed through Lindsey's mind was enough
to make her draw in a deep, pained gasp. Oh God! She expects
to find so much hatred here!
Lindsey struggled to pull herself out of the harsh, unforgiving
words that flowed from the woman's mind to her own. She's
hurting so much! I can't say any of those things...
"Chere," Lindsey said, her voice taking on an accent
that she had never before possessed.
The woman stared at her, wide eyed and suddenly hopeful.
Her hand twitched against Lindsey's aching arm.
Lindsey dove past the words that the woman expected to hear,
and found those which she most wanted to hear. "Chere,
The woman's face broke into a teary smile, and Lindsey gave
a mental sigh of relief. Now all that I have to do is explain
that I'm not actually this 'Remy' person... But at least I
can feel my arm again.
*Sigh* I don't think that I managed to
explain Lindsey's power all that well. I hope that everyone
understood despite the not so great explanation.
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