Gasoline- Sequel To It All Started That One Day

24

Maddie's POV

My eyes can't tear themselves away from the mirror, my fingers continue to dance over myself, and even though I feel stupid I'm smiling widely. I'm staring at myself in my X suit, and not the training we all get, but my custom made suit.

Black spandex pants lined with dark purple, and padded for protection. I liked Aunt Raven's armoured halter top, so I did the same but changed the colors and it's topped off with a purple and gray X that mirrors the one my dad wears on his suit.

It's absolutely perfect, and it's all mine.

"This is so cool!" Clarice gushes bouncing out of our bathroom to show off her black and moss green trench coat that's matched with the classic X belt. "I couldn't have asked for a better birthday or graduation gift," I agree. 

"Are you ladies ready?" Clarice eagerly swings the door open striking a pose for Evan and John, who have still managed to stay our best friends. I however stand awkwardly beside her unsure what to do, thankfully John doesn't leave me much time to do anything.

He's of course very distracted flexing his new arm gauntlets that somehow produce fire for him so he doesn't have to carry his lighter. 

"Happy eighteenth birthday," he whispers once we're distanced from our friends who are still inspecting every detail on each other's suits.

"Life couldn't be better," I sigh pulling a reluctant John back to our them because we have to calm ourselves down before we go see Uncle Scott and Aunt Raven. These suits are symbols that were no longer children, so we have to respect their trust in us by at least appearing to be respectful.

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Kaitlyn's POV

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I hiss sliding along the wall Peter in front of me. I desperately want to pull at the black spandex pants that are sticking up my crotch, or adjust the maroon headpiece that wraps from my neck to my forehead in a weird headband. I was never meant to wear the belt with the infamous X in the middle yet here I am.

"I can't believe I'm still doing this," my husband groans just as quietly, "We're both nearly forty." Before I can respond he runs down the hall, and there's a sound that resembles limp bodies, but by the time I catch up he's already dragging the guards into a spare closet.

"Call Max for a pick up," he instructs me, and I reluctantly page our location to our sixteen year old son. "Doesn't help my old heart that we brought our son who hasn't completed his training exams," I grumble finishing just as our bright little boy runs around the corner.

He slides to a halt adjusting his goggles as he does. He doesn't even have his own suit yet, we had to use Peter's old one, and it sags in a few places but not enough to enable his running. "This is so cool guys, thanks for trusting me to come." He picks up the two guards running off again, and I pray he can safely get back to his grandfather.

"You're worrying to much, Max passed his practice exams with flying colors." Peter doesn't necessarily need to remind me how intelligent or son is, I've been one of his main teachers since he was six. "Situations like these are different than exams, one you could actually die."

"Technically my love he's more qualified than you are," my loving spouse ignores me as we continue to make our way to the data room.

"Then why am I here!?!"

"Because Kaitlyn we need your expertise in destroying things," my father in law speaks up over our comm link. Currently he's down in the prison block with Maddie and John, but knowing him he could be anywhere. "One, that seems over the top, and two don't you have a whole team of trained professionals of people capable of that?"