Some Strange Type of Peculiar Love

The Others Part Two

Hugh's POV
"What's your peculiarity?" The floating top hat, Millard, asked. Fiona picked at her food, avoiding anything foreign.
"I, uh, have bees in my stomach."
"Wow! That's so cool! Can I see?" A little girl with grown hair and a tiara asked. I smiled, secretly enjoying the attention.
I released my loyal chum, Henry, onto my finger.
"And they don't sting?" A polish man asked, he looked to be around 18, the redhead stared at him across the table with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Not unless I command them to."
"Bully for you, at least you can control the lamest ability on Earth."
I turned to see a small boy, maybe about 12 or 13 with dark rings under his eyes grinning.
"Mr. O'Connor that will be enough."
He shrunk a little at her voice, I smiled.
"So what does she do?" Asked a boy dressed to the nines.
"Horace! Don't be rude!" Hissed Emma.
"Well it is a fair question." Said a boy with slicked black hair.
"Children, how about we all go around and share instead of this chaos." Miss Peregrine suggested.
"I'm Bronwyn and this is my other brother Victor."
Victor arched his brow at the girl, who looked to be quite manly looking for a girl. She couldn't have been more than 14.
"Wyn, I can introduce myself." He rolled his eyes.
"I'm Victor, me and my sister,"
"My sister and I." Miss Peregrine corrected, some of the others laughed.
Victors sighed, "anyways," he started, "we both have super strength.
"I'm Horace, and besides my skill to find good clothes," the others groaned at him, "I can see the future."
"Oh poppycock! You sometimes have what could be the future in your dreams. Most of the time it's you playing Barbie!"
Horace scowled at the boy next to him, Enoch.
"Unlike pretty boy here I have a real talent," Horace glared at him and Enoch grinned, "I cam raise the dead."
Well shit, maybe I was kind of lame.
"I'm Emma and I can control fire."
Abe saluted  us with two fingers lazily, "I'm Abe, or Abraham Portman, and uh, I can see the monsters." He was polish I think.
Fiona looked up sharply at that, so did I.
"Now now, there are no hollows in this loop, I can assure you. Miss Elephanta, please continue."
The grown haired girl with the tiara, Olive Elephanta, talks a million miles an hour, but mostly I get that she's 5 and can float, so she must wear leaden shoes at all times, lest she flies into space. Claire Densmore had a back mouth which she ate with. I made a mental note not to piss her off.
"So what's her deal?" Enoch pointed at her with a fork. Fiona kept eating quietly.
"Enoch!"
"She can grow plants, flowers, vegetables, fruit, basically anything."
"She doesn't speak?" Asked Millard.
"She does to me, but not much else."
"Is she... slow?" Asked Enoch.
"Mr. O'Connor!"
I slam my fist on the table making Fiona jump.
"She is not slow!"
"Oh how romantic, hey bee boy how about you go pollinate her for me?"
Fiona's cutlery clattered against the plate and she looked up sharply.
"Pack your things, Fee." I glared at Enoch, "we're leaving."

I packed up my clothes, the new ones too, might as well take them if they won't be to use for anyone else.
"Hey."
I turned to see Millard and Horace at my door, well, hear Millard.  I turned back to my packing, neatly folding my new things.
"Enoch is an ass, but Miss Peregrine has him grounded for the next two weeks."
"Well we're not staying that long anyways."
I heard Horace sigh.
"Look," Millard said, I could tell he was closer. "Enoch is like this with everyone, but I like you Hugh and I don't know Fiona but—"
"I love flowers!" I turned to see little Claire clutching her teddy bear.
"I too enjoy a good carnation now and again." Said Horace.
These people actually want us to stay? They've known me for one day and they want us to stay?
"Give it two weeks, if you hate it still you guys can leave, we'll even help you pack." I heard Millard gulp, "but I promise you, after two weeks you'll never want to leave."
"He's right." I saw the dead riser in the hall, leaning against the door frame.
"I'm an ass, so get used to it." Enoch turned away and began to trudge down the stairs.
"Fine, but I have to ask Fiona."
"We have Emma talking to her now."
I smiled, they really do want us here.
And maybe, just maybe, I'll want to be here too.

2/21/20

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