Running Away ~Genevieve~

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It was a fairly hot day today in the car graveyard. Luther had been passing the time working on a old car he had found. It still had most of its parts and it ran for a bit if he could get it started. The paint was totally worn down and it was covered in rust in various places. One of the head light covers was torn off, though the headlight was still in tact. It was a miracle it hadn’t been stripped clean yet from scavengers looking for things to sell. Right now Luther was just trying to get the thing to run for more than fifteen minutes. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and he stepped back from the open hood of the old car. He wiped his oil stained hands onto his jeans, which were also dirty. He walked over to he shady spot he had his beer sitting in. Sitting down he took a large drink from the can.

It was too bright and hot out for Luther. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky that even suggested that there would be some break from the sun’s harsh light. The junkyard dog that was supposed to be guarding this place from intruders was lying peacefully at his feet. The first night he came here the dog, Bandit, had tried to gnaw his leg off. Then it seem to sense the animal that lie dormant within him and thought better of attacking a creature who could clearly rip it in half with ease. Since then he and Bandit have gotten along. The own rarely came around to check on the place. Luther ended up feeding the dog everyday. His only friend in the world ended up being a junkyard dog.

Sighing tiredly Luther took another drink of the cool liquid. He had been living here for about a month now. The mutant hunters hadn’t been able to track him here yet, so Luther had sometime to relax. It the time staying here, he had only transform without control four times. He was glad that the beast inside him was calmer around this area. No real trouble came Luther’s way while he had been living here. Suddenly Bandit’s ears stood up and he moved to his feet. He then drew his ears back aggressively a low growl forming in the back of his throat. Someone was here. Bandit was chained up at the moment so if someone came around the corner they wouldn’t be attacked. Still Luther stood up half expecting the owner of the junkyard while also half expecting the mutant hunters. He looked very relaxed. He had been captured by the mutant hunters so many times it wouldn’t matter if it really were them. He’d just escape.

[Genevieve O'Hara]

Genevieve awoke with the soft, down comforter fallen on the floor. Her body shivered from the air that was laying on her body. She must have thrown the blanket off during the night while she slept. The brunette woman rolled over and stared at the ceiling for awhile wondering what she was going to do today. She had been meaning to find a job for awhile but it was only for her to be able to do something with herself. She hated not doing anything all day so she needed something to do. She had money but it was all from saving it over the century she has been on this earth so the job wasn't for a means of funds. She didn't really like doing anything though but she did have a fascination with cars.

Ever since she had first seen a car she has had a fascination on how they worked. No one would think that she would know anything about these machines but she knew a lot. She has been alive for so long that she had time to study anything and everything there was to know about them but there was always more. She already had a nice car of her own but it was getting old and she needed some new parts for it a new exhaust to be exact.

Genevieve stood up and quickly got ready for the day. She slid on a pair of blue cut off jean shorts and an orange tank top. Her hair was halfway pulled up and soon she was off in her 67 Chevy Impala and driving off towards a graveyard she had often visited in the past. The owner knew her well enough to let her just show up when she wanted to. Once she was there she parked her car and walked in starting to look for the right part for her baby. As she walked she thought she was alone but walking around the corner she looked up to see a man standing there next to a very beat up car. he had grease on him and and the yard dog stood next to him. The dog wagged its tail when it saw her and barked happily. She had always liked that dog but she was more surprised at the man who was there to go and greet the dog properly.

"Hello. I haven't seen you here before."

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Luther was surprised to see a beautiful woman come around the corner and his face showed it for a few moments. The dog suddenly stopped growling and his tail began to wag. So the dog knew her so she must have been here more than a few times. He took another drink of his beer before placing it down in the shade. He was a little wary she might be working for the mutant hunters, but showed no signs of it. “I’ve been camping out here for about a month now. Just passing through I guess.” He said very nonchalantly. He picked up an old wrench ready to get back to work. There wasn’t really much he could do today. He just wanted to lay low so that the mutant hunters didn’t get wind of him.

His tired eyes drifted toward the old car. “Found this beauty lying around here. She’s in pretty rough shape, but most of her parts are still there. I’m just fixing her up, it’s kind of a hobby of mine.” Luther said not looking back at the woman. He walked over to the open hood of the car looking at the engine. He had been working on cars with his dad since he was a little kid, though that ended shortly after he was killed. “Though I just can’t figure out why she won’t run for more than twenty minutes.” He mused out loud with a small smile as he turned back to the woman.

“I’m Luther by the way.” He said leaning back against the car, arms crossed. He had set the wrench on some old junk near where he stood. She must have a reason for being here. Maybe the owner’s niece or something along those lines. She looked to pretty to be his daughter. Perhaps she needed parts for her own car. “So what brings you around here Miss?” He asked. “It’s clear that you’ve been here before since the dog isn’t trying to bite your leg off like he tried to do to me.” Luther said smiling slightly again.

[Genevieve O'Hara]

Genevieve looked at him for a minute. He had been camping out here. That was a bit of a surprise. Who would want to camp out in a car graveyard? She wouldn't mind it at all but she wasn't like normal people. She was a mutant for one and because of one of her mutations she had been alive for a little over a century now. Her eyes fell onto the beat up car he was working on and she took a few steps towards it checking it out. It was a beauty, a bit beat up, but with some work she knew it could be a beautiful car. She stepped in and looked under the hood reaching down and grabbing the wrench she reached her small arm into a tight area on the engine and did a little work that she thought would fix his problem. Pulling back she handed him the wrench with a smile.

"Try it now."

Her eyes fell over him as he said his name. It suited him. He was very handsome and she appreciated that. She was a bit shy and wary around people but when she was doing something she loved her confidence grew. The dog trotted over finally and wiggled it's behind until she bent down and pet him. He licked her hand a bit then settled down. The dog had always had a liking to her and she had a liking to him as well.

"Nice to meet you, Luther. I'm Genevieve. I need a new exhaust for my car. Been building it since I first found her. Thats mine over there."

The small brunette women pointed towards her Impala that was parked not too far from them. It really was her baby. She had found it just a shell and had built it from the ground up. She wouldn't give it up for anything.

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Luther watch impressed a how natural she looked poking around in the car. He tried to start it and it did start up. First step complete, now to see if it would stay running. He got out of the car as she introduced herself a Genevieve. She needed a new exhaust eh. He wouldn’t believe it at first that she was good with cars, but after witnessing what she did to the car right next to him, it didn’t really surprise him. He followed her finger and his eyes landed on the gorgeous black 1967 Black Impala that sat there. His whole face seemed to light up and a wide smile came across his face.

He let out a laugh and walked over too the car. Luther circled the car multiple times inspecting the whole car. No doubt about it. It was just like the one his dad had. “Man, I haven’t seen one of these since I left home.” He said out loud being very vague about his past. “She is beautiful. You must really know your stuff if you’ve been fixing this one up by yourself.” He said complementing Genevieve’s skill and assuming she had done most of the work herself, if not, all the work. The sight of the car was pulling up happy, yet sorrowful memories from Luther and his smile died away. He stood up from where he crouched and turned back to the woman pushing away the thoughts of his family.

“So who taught you to fix up cars like this?” He asked a bit curious. Luther had walked back over to his car that still was running. The engine seem to still sound a bit weak, but it was sounding much better than when he had been tinkering with it. “It’s interesting to think that I haven’t been able to get it sounding this good all week. Then some stranger comes in and does a little tweaking with it and it sounds better then I’ve ever heard it.” He said smiling again. Luther really wasn’t too friendly with people he just met. Call it a safety measure for both himself and the stranger. However, as a car lover he couldn’t help but be even a bit friendly to someone who also loved to fix up old cars.

[Genevieve O'Hara]

Genevieve stood there and smiled as she heard the car start right up. She knew it would but it was always nice to hear the roar of an engine once it started up again for the first time. It made her skin tingle with the sensation. She always thought it was magical how these things worked. It was probably due to the fact that she had grown up in a time with no technology whatsoever. She had grown up when they still had horse and buggies. It was still mind blowing with all the things she saw. She walked with him towards her car and watched as his face lit up.

"Yeah she's all mine. Found her and she was just a shell. I've been working on her ever since. But something happened to her exhaust and now I need a new one. I pretty much taught myself how to fix them. My family died a long time ago and I've been on my own ever since."

Genevieve leaned on her car as she thought about her family. It was true that her family had died a long time ago. It had been so long now that she often had hard times remembering their faces. It saddened her that they might be slipping from her memory and she didn't want that at all. She wanted to remember them but she had no pictures or paintings of them.

"For as long as I've been around I learned a thing or two about stubborn cars and this year and style are pretty stubborn."

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Luther laughed again at the comment. “Your right. I use to help my dad work on his. I guess you can say I got my love for cars by helping him work on them.” He said looking at the old car he was working on. There was a sudden screech from the car’s engine and it died slowly. The sound rang through Luther’s sensitive ears and he quickly put his hands to them trying to block the sound out. The sound wouldn’t have been that bad if he hadn’t ears as sensitive as a bats. He cursed under his breath as he lower his hands from his ears as the engine grew silent once more.

He looked back under the hood to see what went wrong this time. “That was longer than it’s ever run, but there is still something wrong. Maybe one of the engine parts is bad.” He said thinking out loud. Using some the rusty tools he had manage to find around, he tweaked some things, experimenting on the primary parts of the engine. He was getting thirsty again and after a bit he stepped back from the car. He wiped his hands on his jeans and walked over to the shade where his beer happily awaited him. The dog padded by his side and then lay down in the shade to find refuge from the heat.

He drank some of his cool drink and then thought it rude to just be drinking himself. He picked up an unopened can from the bunch. “You drink cheap beer?” He asked a little sarcasm in his voice. “Speaking of stubborn cars. This one is one of the most stubborn I have had to work on.” Luther said referring to the old car that still wouldn’t run properly.

[Genevieve O'Hara]

Genevieve smiled and took the beer he offered her. She liked beer and she didn't care if it was cheap or not beer was beer to her. She cracked the top and took a sip of it letting the foamy liquid run down her throat. It was cold and very nice on a hot day like this. The sun was beating down on them and the dog had a good idea and was laying down in the shade. She stood next to Luther and looked at the engine with him occasionally reaching in and tweaking something with him. She had noticed when he had placed his hands on his ears when the car had died but she chose not to say anything about it. She didn't pry into people's lives. If he wanted to tell her he would.

"If you like I could stay and help you out. I need something to do today anyways. Only if you want. I don't want to be intruding."

She looked over at the dog and smiled as it wagged it's tail again. She ran her hand through her long brunette hair and took another sip of the beer in her hand. Him offering her a beer seemed like an invitation to stay but she could never be too sure with anyone really. She had been brought up to be polite and she figured she had to ask anyways just to make sure that it was alright to stay and she really did want to stay.

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Luther was actually grateful for Genevieve’s help. It gave him a broader view of what he could do to fix up the engine. Maybe it was in was just his nature, but he actually felt a little relaxed around the woman. Talking and working with the cars seem to distract him all his other worries. He was smiling slightly which was something he rarely did now a days. It was still really hot and he decided it be best to take off his flannel shirt. He was now wearing a dirty white tank top. Some of the scars on his back were a little visible on the back of the shoulders and neck, but he had forgotten about them so he didn’t bother try to hide them from sight. They were from the time he had spent in the mutant camps.

Luther’s green eyes looked up at Genevieve when she spoke. He hesitated in answering remembering he didn’t want to get too close to people less the monster came out. Still the sun was strong today and the beast inside him wouldn’t come out unless thoroughly was provoked. What was the harm in allowing her to help out as long as she doesn’t stay when it gets dark out. Plus he really appreciated her help with the car. Maybe he could help her with the exhaust change too if there was time.

“I don’t mind the help.” He said as casually as possible. “As long as we don’t stay out until after dark.” This time it his voice seemed heavier like he meant it. For those few moments he seemed very serious. He then turned to her with his normal relaxed facial expression. “I could also help out with the exhaust change.” He offered not wanting to be the only one receiving the help. He was always taught to help those in need. It was etched into his very being to help others no matter how he acted.

[Genevieve O'Hara]

The small brunette smiled at him as he said that she could stay. She put her head down into the engine again twisting a bolt trying to hide the huge grin plastered on her face. She pulled out to take another sip of her beer. The sun was still beating down on them as she stretched her back out. Why was it so hot today? It was supposed to be September. She pulled the rest of her hair up but some of it fell out and around her face.

It felt good to be around someone else. She was so used to being alone. She was also scared of getting close to people seeing as how she looked like she was in her mid twenties when she was actually one hundred and twenty seven years old. She didn't seem to be aging which prolonged her life. Normal people would just die off around her and she would continue to live which made it hard to get close to anyone fearing that one day she would watch them die. But she had forgotten how much she missed being around someone who had the same interests as her.

She looked up and saw that he had taken his flannel shirt off. As she appreciated his well toned arms she noticed scars covering his neck and his shoulder that were visible. Without realizing it she reached out and skimmed one with her fingers. She felt a jolt go through her body as she touched him. Once she realized what she had done she pulled away quickly and looked down.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I was just wondering where you got all those scars..."

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Luther couldn’t help but glace at the woman as pulled her hair back. Realizing this he mentally scolded himself. He pushed himself deeper into the car getting the harder reach areas. He noticed a loose part while he was playing around in the engine area. He reached and grabbed it when suddenly he felt a light brush of fingers on his back. He jolted back, almost hitting his head on the propped up hood. He just then remembered the awful scars he had on his back and chest. He looked nervously at the dog sleeping in the shade as if the animal had the answer.

He tried to think of a good excuse for them, but his mind seemed totally caught off guard. Working on the car and socializing with someone had caused him to totally forget the scars and the troubles he was going through. So he ended up just blurting out the truth. “Many lovely trips to the mutant camps.” It came off as a bitter joke. His tone was harsher than he meant to be. Luther felt way off his game. Usually he’d just lie and shrug someone off. However working with Genevieve was just so natural it seemed like they just became friends. It seemed to be like that with all car junkies. Instant friends once working or talking about a car together.

A little embarrassed by his reaction, he reached back into back engine. The loose part was still back there. He unscrewed it the rest of the way and pulled it out. It was bent out of shape. Definitely it needed to be replaced. “Hopefully this is what was doing it.” He said throwing it into the dirt. Now that he thought about it, Luther wasn’t even sure if Genevieve was human or mutant. Either one wouldn’t matter to him; though if she were human there could be a chance she’d run off. Though she really didn’t come off the type to run off just like that. Luther really wasn’t his usual protected self today and was all because he felt so relaxed enjoying the hot day working with cars.

[Genevieve O'Hara]

Genvieve watched him jolt from her touch and she instantly felt bad that she had just reached out and touched him. It seemed like the scars were a touchy subject and she should have known better. But she couldn't help herself. Not only had she been curious about his scars but she had wanted to touch him. To feel his skin against her finger tips. But why? She had never wanted to do that to anyone before.

"Oh..."

That was all she had to say at first when he said the mutant camps. She was in shock really to find out that he had been in the camps. She had heard about them but she had been lucky enough not to have to go into them. But he was a mutant like her. It almost made her smile. Now she didn't have to worry about his reaction when he found out that she was a mutant as well. She watched him as he ducked under the hood again obviously trying to avoid the subject.

She didn't really know how to tell him that she was a mutant too. It seemed like her mouth was dry and no words would come out. Her brain switched into music notes then and she was humming. She did this every so often when she didn't know what to say. As she hummed music notes made out of lights of all different colors started to fill the air and float around them. They lit up a little brighter as she hit each one while she hummed. She looked over at him and smiled as she stopped humming and the notes faded away.

"Luther...I'm a mutant too."

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The moments of silence were tense and awkward for Luther as he ducked under the hood once more hoping to find something else that would need to be fixed. He ended up just doing random, unnecessary things. Maybe it was a bad idea to let her stay. A small ping of disappointment formed in the pit of his stomach as the thought of her leaving passed his mind. Suddenly she began to hum a lovely tune that seemed to relax Luther a bit. In the corner of his eye he saw different colors. Confused at first he backed out of the car and looked at what was happening in front of him.

At first the beautiful colors and notes that seem to dance in the air mesmerized him. He watched for while until they disappeared and Genevieve stopped humming. He heard what she said and was a bit surprised by the news. Though the thought did cross his mind, to actually hear it from her lips. He was getting too overwhelmed by the heat now and motioned for her to follow he to the shade. He drank some of his beer and sat on a small pile of tires. So they were both mutants and car junkies. What were the odds of that?

“Well I guess we have more in common than just our passion for cars.” He said lightly with a weak smile. He looked tired For some reason he felt relieved she was a mutant too. “Though, I’d rather have your power over mine any day.” He said under his breath. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his thighs now looking Genevieve in the eyes. She really didn’t look like a mutant. Well, neither did he until nighttime. He glanced at the sky noticing it was getting late. The sun was still in the sky, but the blue sky was turning a bit pink now. Had they really been working on the car all day? “My mutant ability really isn’t as great as yours.” He said hesitantly. “Lets just say I don’t really have control of it…”

[Genevieve O'Hara]

Genevieve smiled at him as he turned around from the car and watched the notes for a couple seconds before she made the disappear. She loved her power but at the same time she was scared of it. If she stayed too long in someone's mind she could be lost forever and sometimes it was so hard to pull out. She rarely used that part of her powers. She only did it if it was necessary. She walked with him to the shade, grateful for the cover from the sun and sat down next to him taking another sip of her beer.

"I have problems with my powers too. If I'm not careful those lights you saw can slice through a person. If I linger too long in someone's mind I risk being lost forever. We all have problems, Luther. But I'll be here if you want if you ever want to talk about it or some help."

She looked him in the eyes and she realized she could get lost in those eyes. How green and bright they were. It was mesmerizing. But the deeper she looked she saw a glint of a beast. She looked away for a second then back at him. The sky was turning pink and she loved this time of day. When the sun was going down it wasn't too hot anymore and the colors were amazing. She was happy to be sitting here with him.

"What is your power?"

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“I guess singing to radio is out of the question then.” He said sarcastically. Maybe not really the time, but he was just trying to lighten the mood I guess. Help eh. Luther doubted some colorful notes would stop the beast easily. Then again he really didn’t know how powerful those notes were. He took another drink not noticing Genevieve look away for a moment. She was speaking again and he listened to her voice. She had a soothing voice. It was hard to imagine her killing people with those beautiful notes.

He looked at her not answering right away. It was best if she knew what she was getting involved with. “I can transform into a humanoid bat creature.” He said. It was hard to explain what it was he transformed into. He paused again finding the right words to say. “The problem is I can’t control some times. It will transform on its own sometimes also, but only during the night since it is a bat.” He said trying to sound like it was no big deal. Luther was use to it, though he hated the thing that lived inside him. He had a feeling he would change tonight since he hadn't for a while.

It was visible now that he was tired. He felt tired. Tired of not being able to sleep peacefully and running from those mutant hunters. He wanted more days like this. Just to be working on cars, even if Genevieve was there to help out, he wouldn’t mind. Luther finished off his beer and crushed the can. He stood up looking at the sky once more. He wasn’t sure if tonight he would change or not. It was like that every night. “So I think I’d be best if you don’t stay here for too long. Don’t know if tonight I’ll change or not.”There he went again, push people away. Luther really didn’t want to kill someone he had just grown close too. Then again he didn’t know the full extent of Genevieve’s powers either.