Renny: I may or may not have given Green his secondary ability because I want him to be a neko.

Green: Oh, thanks.

Renny: You're welcome! Anyway, Green's a mutant- in case the description wasn't obvious enough- and he has the ability to turn into a cat. Only he kind of can't turn into a full human and ends up being a neko, basically. He's also a telepath.

Green: The telepath thing is apparently my primary power, though I'm not sure how.

Renny: It's the first one I thought of and what's going down on paper, now shut up and do the disclaimer.

Green: *sighs* Renny doesn't own pokemon. Or the X-Men, basically.

Renny: And that should be obvious. On with the show!

OOOOOO

The small, thin brown tabby cat watched from the back of the sofa. It blinked, slowly, as a young woman and her friends made their way into the living room, talking loudly between themselves.

"I wish Andrew would just look at me." one young woman, with dark purple hair, sighed.

She thought his current girlfriend was a slut and wanted him to go out with her instead.

"Too bad, maybe you could try Boris instead!" a blonde haired woman said.

She didn't really care what the purple haired woman wanted, she just wanted her to stop whining.

"But Boris is ugly." another young woman with blonde hair scoffed. "You'd be better off with Forrest, Darcey."

She thought she'd have better luck with Andrew than Darcey would.

The purple haired woman, Darcey, moaned and buried her head in her arms.

The last member of their group, a brown haired woman, patted her on the back and cooed sympathetically.

"There, there." she said gently. "I'm sure we'll find someone who you like. Forget Andrew, he's a dick."

She really, really hoped her freak of a brother hadn't escaped from his room again.

The cat would have smirked if its' lips had allowed it. Too late for that, Daisy.

He stepped out from behind the sofa, startling the four young women. The cat knew that the three women who were his sister's friends knew nothing about him, they didn't even know he existed.

But they knew about him as a cat.

"Look, it's your kitty again!" Mavis, the first blonde woman, squealed. She kneeled down and patter her legs. "C'mere kitty, c'mere!"

The cat padded over to her and meowed loudly. Daisy was still, staring at the cat in shock- and anger- but she couldn't do anything to him in front of her friends.

"Are you gonna tell us his name yet?" Chloe, the other blonde, asked Daisy.

"Who's a cute little kitty, yes you are, aren't you!" Darcey, her previous moping forgotten, scratched the cat's ears and cooed when he purred at her.

"I keep telling you, he's not my cat!" Daisy snapped, then calmed herself down as quickly as possible. "It . . . he just keeps sneaking in here, I don't know how."

She wanted him to go back to his room, but she couldn't say that in front of her friends.

The cat mewled and jumped back, crouching playfully, and pounced on Mavis's long hair. She squealed happily and fell over, playing dead, like the cat had killed her and she was now his prey.

"That's so cuuuute!" Darcey cooed, as the cat bounced onto Mavis's stomach and sat down triumphantly. "Daisy, how is he not your cat? Look at how friendly he is!"

"I told you, he's not my-"

Her friends ignored her and continued to squeal and coo over the little brown tabby.

Half an hour later, Daisy's friends left and she had to force herself to be as calm as possible while she said goodbye to them.

But when the door was shut, she spun around and glared at the little cat, which had now lost any confidence it previously had and was crouching, trembling, on the floor in the wake of her anger.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Daisy snapped. "I don't know how you keep getting out, but you're not allowed out of your room! How many more times do I need to tell you this?"

The cat's form suddenly rippled, like someone was looking at it through water or a distorted mirror, and it suddenly became a young boy who looked almost exactly like his older sister. You know, except for the cat ears which replaced his human ones, and the long tail that trembled- the only sign of fear he showed.

"B-but I . . ." he said, voice small and weak- he hardly spoke and he could barely get the words out. "I just . . . want to- wanted to . . ."

"You wanted to screw everything up!" Daisy barked, marching over to him.

To his credit, the cat-boy only flinched but managed to stay where he was as she loomed over him.

He was small, scrawny- much like his feline form. He knew how old he was- he was fifteen- and he knew that he should have been taller, stronger, more well-fed. But he wasn't.

He was too small, weak, and definitely under-fed. He didn't even look human. And now he was scared.

"This is why you're not allowed outside your room!" Daisy hissed at him. She grabbed his arm and started dragging him back down to the cellar, to the torture-chamber he was supposed to call a bedroom. "It's way too dangerous for you to be outside, nevermind wandering around the house- how do you think my friends would react if you transformed in front of them?"

To anyone else, her words would have meant she was concerned for his well-being, and her anger was because she was afraid for him.

But the cat-boy knew better.

She didn't want her friends knowing that she had a brother who couldn't even obey the simplest of orders. She didn't want them knowing that her brother was a freak of nature.

She didn't want her friends knowing that her baby brother was a mutant.

Daisy shoved him inside the cellar, which was a small, dark and cold room with a few pillows he was meant to call a bed.

"Stay in here, Green." his older sister snapped. "Oh, and no food tonight."

"W-what!?" the cat-boy, Green, cried.

"That's what you get when you disobey the rules!" Daisy spat, and slammed the door shut.

Green was thrown into darkness the second the door closed, and he squeaked in terror.

He hated the darkness, he hated that he couldn't see what was lurking in the tiny cellar. There could have been a giant spider for all he knew, which, actually, might not be a bad thing because it would have meant something to eat.

Or maybe a rat or a mouse, sometimes those scuttled in and he killed it in his cat form, and ate it. The cat form could eat anything, but his cat-boy form couldn't- so Green preferred to be in his cat form while he was in the cellar.

He changed back to being a cat and immediately felt somewhat safer. He still couldn't see, but with the cat's whiskers and senses, he was able to feel his way over to the pile of pillows, where he curled up and tried to ignore the feeling of dread- no doubt Daisy would tell Grandpa about this, and Grandpa would come in with the whip.

Green Oak had never been outside in his entire life.

The moment he'd been born, his parents- who were dead, thank god, because they'd been worse than Daisy and Grandpa- had known he was a mutant. Mostly because of the cat ears and the cat tail.

His family pretended he was stillborn, whatever that meant, and locked him in this tiny cellar and barely fed him and refused to let him out, even in cat form.

Green thought that maybe they barely fed him because they hoped he'd die of starvation, but if he turned into a cat after eating whatever (or ate as a cat) he wouldn't be as hungry because the cat's stomach was smaller.

His family- his sister and grandpa- told him that the world outside was dangerous for him, and that they were protecting him by keeping him locked up in here.

But Green knew the truth.

He heard more than he should, and he knew Grandpa just didn't want the world to know that his grandson was a mutant half-cat freak.

Green never said anything about knowing more than he should- he assumed it was an extra sense, just like his enhanced sense of smell and everything that came with his cat senses. He could hear, kind of, people's thoughts and feelings and stuff.

Sometimes Green wondered what would happen if he just listened to a single person, instead of everyone around him (no matter how small a number that was). Would he hear their entire life story? Would he see what the real world was like?

But still, he didn't say anything about it. After all, if Grandpa and Daisy knew about this extra sense (they didn't know about the enhanced ones he got from being half cat), they'd never go near him again in case he heard what they were thinking. And they'd know that he knew the truth about why they kept him locked up in the cellar.

They'd . . . they'd kill him.

His grandpa and older sister would kill him because he heard more than he should, because he could hear what other people thought.

Or, well, what humans thought.

Whenever Green heard Grandpa thinking about him (which wasn't often, he tried to forget Green as often as he could), he was never referred to as a human. It was always 'mutant grandson' or 'half-cat freak'.

Once or twice Green heard him thinking about a 'cure' for his grandson's illness, but Green understood none of it.

He wasn't ill- he'd never been sick a day in his life, because he'd never been out of the house. So why would he need a cure for an illness he didn't have?

oooo

A few days later, Green finally had enough. Sometimes when he wasn't allowed food, Daisy and Grandpa forgot about him for a few days, and he was forced to live on whatever he found in the cellar before they actually remembered his existance.

But this time he'd had enough.

Green changed into his cat form and started wailing as loudly as he could, which was pretty loud because in his cat form he didn't have to waste time with human words, instead he could just wail and meow and it wasn't a weak imitation of his sister and grandpa.

He wailed, and wailed, for hours on end. Once he stopped because he'd smelled a spider that had crawled into the cellar, but when he was done eating it, he went back to wailing.

"MROOOOOOWWWWWWWW!"

Nothing yet. Surely this had to be having some effect?

Normally if he made any noise, Daisy or Grandpa would come down to shut him up, but Green never shut up unless they gave him food.

"RRRROOOOOOWWWWW!"

Still nothing. He didn't know how long it had been, only that he was starting to lose his voice so he should probably stop sometime soon, but he was hungry.

And he was not gonna stop unless he got food. Even if he lost his voice entirely.

"MRROOOOO-aah-OOOOWWWWW!"

And there we go, his cat-voice was breaking.

Green was so focused on wailing as loudly as he could that he never heard Grandpa's thoughts before it was too late, and then the door was swinging open and it banged against the wall and suddenly there was light-

"Be quiet!" Grandpa barked. "We're trying to sleep."

Green looked at him for a grand total of one second, and then went back to wailing.

"Green, shut up! I mean it! Be quiet, someone will hear you! Green!"

The cat ignored him and continued to wail.

No food, no quiet. These people should know this by now.

"Shut up or you won't get fed for the next two weeks!" Grandpa shouted, and that got Green to shut up.

No food? For two weeks? He could manage without food for a few days because of the creatures he sometimes ate, but two weeks was too much.

He'd die.

"Finally." Daisy sighed. Green couldn't see her, but she was on the top of the stairs, waiting for Grandpa to be done with the wailing cat she was meant to call a brother. "Here, give him this and then we can finally get to sleep."

Green smelled food, but it had a strange scent to it. Almost like a rotting carcass, but why would anything smell so bad?

Grandpa chucked a rotting, mouldy piece of meat at Green and slammed the door shut.

The rotting meat hit him in the face and Green let out a loud squeak as the horrible scent overwhelmed his senses. It was disgusting, and he could smell the mould without having to see it (not that he could see, the cellar was back to being a dark torture-chamber again).

But it was still food, and hopefully they would remember his wailing and give him something else tomorrow.

Green gulped it down hungrily, and felt like throwing up. But he managed to keep it down by clamping his jaws shut, so he could swallow whatever bile rose up, and knew that he was gonna get even more sick because of this.

Oh well.

At least he'd finally gotten something to eat.

Though Green didn't really understand why they were bothering to lie to him like this. If they were pretending that they were keeping him locked up for his own safety, why would they treat him like this? Even if he couldn't hear what they really thought, he would have figured it out long before now.

He knew nothing about the outside world. While Green could have easily listened closely to Grandpa or Daisy's thoughts to find out, he didn't- in case they found out about his extra sense.

Any oppertunity to escape from the cellar, from his so-called room, was an oppertunity to escape from the house.

So when, a few days later, Daisy gave him food (it was cheese this time, and it was slightly evil-looking) and left the door open absently, forgetting to close it properly because her mind was on her boyfriend coming over in a few minutes, Green slipped out as quickly as he could.

He closed the door behind him and switched to his cat form, and then he made his way to the route he'd memorised over countless attempts to get out of the house, or at least the cellar.

Like he said, he'd never been out of the house, so obviously he'd failed in those attempts. At least he'd managed to get out of the cellar though.

Green ignored the tempting scents coming from the kitchen, which wasn't behind a door but some sort of screen made from beads and string. He'd been in there once, but he wasn't focused on food right now.

There would be time for that when he got out.

This time, he would wait for Daisy to open the door and then he'd dash out before she- or her boyfriend, who was also clueless about his existance beyond the cat form- could grab him and stop him from making his escape.

Normally he waited in the living room, which, by now, he'd figured out was a bad idea because, even though he could see the front door from there, he couldn't get out fast enough.

Last time he'd tried escaping through the usual method of waiting in the living room, Daisy had grabbed him before he could get out. Sometimes it was Grandpa who stopped him, and Green hated it when that happened because Grandpa whipped him as punishment for trying to escape. Daisy just yelled at him.

But now Green had decided to abandon his usual method, and was waiting behind a coat which was hanging from a hook near the front door.

He jumped, startled, when the door suddenly made a loud ding-dong sound, but Daisy rushed over and Green forced himself to stay as still as possible.

The second she wasn't paying attention . . . he would bolt.

Daisy unlocked the door quickly, grinning to herself- of course she would, sometimes when Green escaped he heard her and her boyfriend making weird sounds in her bedroom and she appeared to enjoy it- and then she opened the door.

Green waited while she greeted her boyfriend.

It was better to wait until the last second, she'd be too surprised to grab him, and her boyfriend wouldn't be able to grab him if he was inside as well.

He watched, impatient, while they pressed their mouths together and wondered what they were even doing. He heard Daisy think something about kissing, and maybe that was what it was.

Green didn't know. He didn't care, he just wanted to get out- this was gonna be his only chance. If he screwed this up, the cellar would be locked up and he'd never get food and he'd never get out again. He'd heard Grandpa consider locking the door completely and just putting in a flap for food and water, or something.

Or no flap at all, and hope that the little mutant freak would just die.

Yeah, not subtle at all.

Daisy and her boyfriend finally stopped kissing, and she stepped aside to let him in. Now! Now was his chance!

Green let out a loud yowl to startle her, and then dashed forward while she froze and looked around in shock.

He went between her legs, unbalancing her- and not caring at all because she was mean and deseved it- and finally . . . finally took his first steps outside the house.

The ground was hard and it felt like stone, like the cellar, but Green couldn't care less. He was just happy to get out.

"Green!" Daisy shrieked, rushing forwards but stopping when he just looked at her casually. "C-come back, alright? C'mon, come back, i-it's not safe for you . . ."

She was gonna whip him herself when he got back in.

Green's cat eyes narrowed and he hissed at her, arching his back. Daisy's boyfriend looked shocked.

"Wow, he doesn't look happy at all- uh, do you want me to help get him back?" he asked.

"Oh, would you? Thank you so much, Bill. Green, get back here!"

Green looked at her boyfriend- Bill- and suddenly got the best and most evil idea on the planet.

His form rippled, and he switched back to being his usual cat-boy self.

Bill froze and stared at him in shock as Green slowly stood up, brushing himself off, and glared at Daisy.

"I'm out." he said. He was quiet, like usual, but he was firm too. "Out. Never . . . never come back. Hate you and- and Grandpa. Not family."

"Green, please-" Daisy begged, but Green spat at her much like his cat form would and she flinched.

Hah. For once, she was the one who was scared, not him.

"You- you not family." Green said, and then switched back to being a cat and ran off as fast as he could.

As he vanished through the gate, he heard Daisy screaming at him to come back, but he ignored her- and finally he was free.

He was free. He could live. And it felt amazing.

oooo

It no longer felt amazing.

Green had finally escaped, but he had no plans beyond that- all he could think of was actually getting out of the cellar, out of the house, but now that he actually was out . . .

He was scared. Confused. Green didn't know what to do anymore.

He had decided to stay as a cat for the time being, because for some reason his cat form made people coo and squeal over him, and they gave him food when they saw how thin he was. It also allowed him to follow people around without them getting angry because they thought it was cute.

Green somehow knew that his cat-boy form would just freak them out.

No matter how much he hated his so-called family, they had taught him how people would react to his actual form, his mutant form.

He was just wandering aimlessly, and then some creatures that barked loudly chased his away from the place he was hoping to sleep in. Green barely managed to get away, jumping over a fence and dropping into some random house's garden.

He looked through the fence and flinched back when the creatures threw themselves at it, trying to get to him, but Green backed away and hid in the long grass.

The barking creatures eventually gave up and went away, whining their displeasure, and Green shakily crept out of the long grass.

It was a wonder no one had come out of the house to see what the noises were.

The little cat glanced over his shoulder at the house. It didn't look like the others, brightly lit to combat the darkening sky and filled with the noises and quiet murmurs of people and other creatures. It seemed more empty than anything else.

Maybe he could sleep there.

Green eventually found his way into the house, pushing in through a little plastic flap that seemed to have been made for something bigger than him- maybe those barking things? He didn't know.

From what little Green knew about houses (because he never paid much attention beyond 'food is here' or 'this is your way out') he was inside a small hallway. He sniffed, but any scents that were there were incredibly old, and he couldn't smell any food- at least, not people food.

He could smell mice. And rats. And . . . something that was kind of like a bird, only it was kind of like a rat at the same time.

What?

That made no sense at all, how could something be two things at once?

. . . Then again, he was part cat and part human when he wasn't a full cat.

That was him being hy . . . hypo . . . hypocritical.

Green had never hunted while he could see, so he closed his eyes and hoped that would help him in getting some more food.

Sure, he'd eaten more than usually did in one day (way more, he was stuffed) but he thought it might be a good idea to take a few bits of prey with him while he tried to figure out how to get out of this . . . uh . . . person place.

He had no word for it. All Green knew was that it was a small place (because he'd sometimes heard Daisy and Grandpa think about it), but to him it was massive- mostly because he was a cat, but even if he was wandering around in cat-human form, he'd still think of it as a big place, not a small one.

Pallet. That was what he'd heard sometimes. Pallet . . . Pallet-place. He'd call it that.

Green needed to get out of Pallet-place, and fast. Before Grandpa and Daisy found him.

By the end of the night (he only knew the time of day because he'd heard it), Green had three mice and a bird-rat. The bird-rat was nearly as big as he was, so he had trouble dragging it with the three mice over to an old, dusty and shredded pillow.

He slept on it for the night, and for some reason he was able to sleep perfectly well- although the pillow itself was really uncomfortable.

The next day, Green gulped down two of his mice- they were the smallest, and it'd be easier carrying the bird-rat and the bigger mouse without them. Once he was done he gripped the bird-rat's wing, and the mouse's tail, and tried dragging them.

Okay, this was not gonna work.

He couldn't get rid of the bird-rat because it was big enough to feed his cat form for the next few days, but the mouse . . . he could, sure, but Green had learned to never waste food or you'll starve until your next meal.

So, what? What was he meant to do?

He'd make slower progress with both animals in his jaws, but he wouldn't be as hungry. If he got rid of the mouse (which went against everything he'd learned) he'd probably be out of Pallet-place a lot sooner, but he'd be more hungry.

Green decided to try dragging both animals with him for now, to see how quickly he could move. If his progress was too slow for his liking, he'd chuck the mouse away and keep the bird-rat thing.

If not, well . . . more food.

"Eww." a passing woman said, wrinkling her nose as Green padded past her. "Is that cat carrying dead animals? Is that a bat? Ew, ew, ew!"

Bat? Was that what the bird-rat thing was? It'd make sense, 'bat' seemed like a combination of the two words.

But why was she reacting so badly to him carrying his food? This was the only way he could keep it with him and not lose a chance to eat.

"Dear, look at how thin the cat is." the man walking with her murmured. "It's probably hungry, leave it be."

"It's still disgusting!"

Well, at least he knew it was just a matter of opinion, and not . . . well, rules or whatever.

Some people he passed looked at the dead animals and cringed, others had the same reaction as the man- sympathy. Though this time Green didn't get any extra bits of food from anyone, probably because of his prey.

Oh well. He wouldn't go hungry, which kind of made him feel less unhappy.

Surprisingly enough, he was able to move fairly quickly even with a large mouse and the giant bat in his jaws. The bodies kind of trailed across the ground, but that didn't really matter since he was gonna be eating them in cat form anyway.

Cats could eat stuff off the ground no problem. Humans- or, well, his cat-boy form- couldn't.

Probably.

He wasn't sure, but he'd gotten sick that one time he'd eaten a dead rat in his cat-boy form, so Green had decided to never eat a rat, mouse or spider (or anything that had been on the floor) without being in his cat form again.

By the time the sun was getting lower in the sky (evening, it was called the evening) Green had made good progress. He was starting to see a massive load of trees in the distance, away from Pallet-place, which . . . he had no word for, again, but he could easily just listen to some people and find out what he needed to know from them.

(It was probably obvious by now, but Green had no sense of privacy beyond 'I'd better not listen to that, it sounds disgusting'.)

He kept going until the sun was completely gone and there were no people wandering the streets of Pallet-place, and then tried to find another place to sleep.

It didn't look like there were any empty houses he could sleep in (and possibly get more food) but he found some bushes nearby, and after a quick sniff, determined that it was safe to sleep under.

Oh, and eat under.

He ate the mouse, and was thankful that he'd kept it- because he was hungry as hell and that had helped beat back the hunger. The bat he'd save, of course, but he'd still keep it with him until it was completely gone.

While Green drifted off, he wondered what Daisy and Grandpa were doing.

He'd been gone for . . . two nights, now, so surely they were frantic, trying to find their 'mutant freak' relative.

Daisy's boyfriend, Bill, was less predictable. Once or twice when he'd escaped, and Bill had been over, Green had heard him talk about mutants- but not in the way that Daisy and Grandpa usually did.

He often spoke about them like they were life's greatest creation, as if they were so fascinating and amazing that Bill wished he could be one too. He praised them, and had often laughed about how Green- in his cat form- had stared up at him in amazement.

At that point Bill hadn't known about Green being a mutant himself, so of course Bill would find it funny that a simple cat seemed to pay so much attention to his ramblings.

Green kind of wanted to know how he was reacting to finding out that Daisy's cat was actually her little brother, her mutant little brother.

The next morning he set off again, dragging only the bat with him this time (he'd been right, he could most quicker with the bat, but the mouse had been worth it), and came up to the massive load of trees.

He still had no name for it. Tree-place? No, it wasn't a person-place, he couldn't call it that.

Green hid when he heard some younger people- kids, whatever- coming up, and strained to listen to what they called the giant bunch of trees.

They were talking about something he couldn't care less about, a restaurant or something, but he caught the word from one of the boys as he passed.

Forest.

The massive bunch of trees was called a forest. Okay then.

Time to go to the forest.

oooo

The forest was amazing- so much more interesting than the boring Pallet-place.

There was life everywhere, he could sense it in the trees themselves, and even within the leaves that his paws crunched over. Bugs were buzzing and scuttling everywhere, and he could see all kinds of animals.

It was . . . he had no word for it beyond amazing. If Green was smarter, if he knew more words, maybe he could have used more words to praise how amazing the forest was, but he just couldn't.

So he settled for calling it amazing and just marvelled at the difference between the forest and Pallet-place.

Green immediately decided that he did not like people-places. He liked the . . . Okay, the word for forest was probably 'natural' so maybe he'd have to call these kinds of places 'natural-places' or something.

He loved it, basically, but he really wished he had more words to describe it.

Over the next several days, Green made the decision to find out where the sun rose from, and gradually ate his bat whenever he rested.

Which, to be honest, wasn't very often because he was still scared that Grandpa and Daisy would find him and take him back, but they never did and Green was free (he hoped) to continue heading to where the sun did when it rose.

He had no idea why he made the decision to find out where the sun rose from, he just sort of . . . did it.

Maybe he just didn't want to wander around aimlessly and end up back in Pallet-place, back in the torture-chamber, where he was starved and whipped and punished for simply existing.

No.

Never again.

He'd never be punished for his existance again- he'd be careful around people now, if he was around them he'd stick to his cat form and hope they gave him scraps. If he wanted to switch to his cat-boy form, he'd stay away and hope no one saw him.

It would be a really good system, if only he could put it to use. But Green was kind of dreading when he had to, because it would mean he'd be out of the beautiful forest and back into people-places.

But . . . but at least he'd be away from Grandpa and Daisy. That was the only good thing he could see about going back to people-places.

Green obviously didn't want the forest to end, but eventually it had to. Because nothing went on forever, he knew that.

He found a people-place, and it was massive. Bigger than Pallet-place, and more noisey, too.

The amount of noise only really hit him when he was padding along the stoney . . . uh . . . side-monsterpath-things. The bit of ground next to the bigger, black bit of ground where all those massive metal monsters rolled on.

Green, again, had no words for it. But as he walked on it, cringing at the noise and being incredibly thankful that he'd eaten the last bits of the bat yesterday and was dragging nothing but his own weight, he heard some words that pieced together what it was called.

Some people called it a sidewalk, which sounded stupid, and other people called it a pavement.

Green decided he liked pavement the best, because it sounded cooler, and he now had a word for the side-monsterpath-thing.

The monsterpath itself was actually called a road, or something, but he liked his own word for it better so he just called it that.

Several hours of walking later (and his legs were gonna make him feel this when he lay down for a rest) Green had found out the name of this people-place as well. Something . . . uh . . . Celadon? Celadon-place.

Well, he had a word to call this place now. He just wished he could get through Celadon-place and back to the natural-places, he hated all this noise- and these people he passed just would not shut up!

All he heard were complaints, some of them verbal and others not, and some people were just so focused on whatever they were doing (walking, getting to a thing called 'work' or something) that they actually didn't think at all and almost stepped on him several times.

Green did not like Celadon-place. And no, it wasn't just because of the noise, or because no one stopped to give the poor starving kitty some food, it was because he just didn't like it at all.

Then he heard a voice, two of them actually.

"C'mon, hurry up!"

"Shut up will you, I'm just making sure my gloves are on properly . . ."

"Do you want to help me loot this place or not?"

What were they talking about?

Green crept around the corner and saw two young people arguing next to a wall.

The wall was part of a building that appeared to be showing stuff off through glass at the front. The two young people were to the side of it, or Green thought they were, because it was pretty obvious that the front of the building was the main part of it.

"Silver, c'mooon!" the taller young person- a girl- whined. "We won't get a better oppertunity!"

"Stop complaining, Blue." the smaller one- a boy- sighed. "Look, I'm done, okay?

Green guessed that the girl was Blue and the boy was Silver. He could see why, the girl had bright blue eyes and the boy had the strangest colour of silvery eyes that Green had ever seen.

Not that he'd ever actually seen silvery eyes, of course. He just assumed the colour was unusual.

"Fucking finally." Blue scoffed, and held out a hand to Silver.

He took it, and they both stepped forward towards the wall. Green thought they were gonna walk right into the wall and bounce off it or something, because maybe this was a game and they wanted to see who would bounce the furthest.

And then Blue stuck her hand through the wall.

OOOOOO

Renny: Heheh, I bet you all thought Green would be the only mutant in this chapter!

Green: Oooh great, now I'm an insane weirdo who's amazed at leaves. And trees.

Renny: Oh shut up, the story-you's spent his entire life in a damn house. Frankly, I think it's lucky that he even knows what trees and leaves are.

Green: Great. Thank you. So much.

Renny: You're fucking welcome, now get lost. Read and review, people!