Charlotte was waiting for me when I arrived, she sort of glowed in the moon light as I slowly came closer. I could make out her think brown hair dangling in a high pony tail, she wore denim shorts and a blue singlet with lace around the bottom. It was the middle of the night and she didn't even look the tinniest bit cold. Her light blue converse sneakers were covered in mud, but she didn't seem to mind. Slung across her shoulder was a white back pack with black cats on it, she did not look like the type of girl who would be carrying around some spare bullets. She looked like she spent most of her time reading fiction and playing halo,
"Hey I'm charlotte! You must be Emma?"
"Yep that's me."
I say as the train slowly pulled up beside us. We camber inside and drop our bags at the front in a stand, we take a seat towards the back and we pull out anything we might want during our trip.
"No offence, but you don't look like the type of person that would want to be involved in killing people..." I blurt out.
"Oh I don't do any of they messy stuff, I'll be the brains behind the whole mission! I'm good with tech and tracking." Charlotte opens up a book called 'the motel instruments' and I pull out one of my many X-Men comics as we prepare ourselves for the long ride ahead.
YOU ARE READING
Guardian
FantasyMutants are a rarity in the human world, most people are scared of them. But some grow to love them. It is Emma's job to keep an eye on the developing mutants while they discover their powers. But not all mutants turn out to be good...
