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[Lorna Dane]

Maybe he wasn't drunk enough. "What do you remember about your mother?" Maybe he was too drunk. Lorna reached over and took the drink from Pyro's hand and dropped it the long way to the ground. They were sitting on a water tower, with their legs dangling over the edge. She hadn't thought they had been drinking that much but if he was asking her about her mother then too little was too much. She reached between them and took a handful of cheese its, planning to ignore the question.

After a very long silent few minutes she spoke up, not even sure why she was answering. "I remembered wanting her to love me. I remember her ignoring me. I remember her looking at me and making this face . . . like I knew it meant she was tired of looking at me." She tossed her own drink to the ground, letting ti shatter all over the pavement below. If she was walking then it was too much too. "She used pills to deal with whatever was in her head, and bobbed between too high to care, and too tired of dealing with me to care. I remember her watching my step-dad hit me and she just didn't care. She didn't blink. She didn't like it, she didn't hate it. She just didn't care."

She didn't look at him, moving her arms to rest on the arm rail that was in front of her. "What about you?"

[John Allerdyce]

There was a very specific reason that Pyro was asking that question. Alcohol served as the catalyst no doubt, because he doubted he would be asking this question if he was completely sober . . . but recent news had been on his mind. News of his mother's death. He still didn't know how he felt about it. Numbed to the fact perhaps. Or deep down, emotions of sadness. He just . . . didn't know how to feel. What to feel. But when Lorna grabbed his beer and dropped it to the ground, he sure as hell felt annoyed. "I was still drinking that," he said as he helplessly watched the bottle shatter on the ground, spilling the contents within. He couldn't even get revenge because she dropped her own bottle. But then, she spoke. And what she said was a lot more than he had expected. He looked at her, though she seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him. Truth was, his heart went out to her. He wasn't one to pity another, but he did feel . . . sad for her. Abuse wasn't something he could relate to. Physical abuse anyway. Perhaps a bit of neglect, but his parents had never beat him or resorted to alcohol or drugs.

It made him wish he could have done something to help her. It just further reinforced his hate for humans. Most of them seemed to be the same. He too stayed silent after she spoke, processing her words. Absorbing them. "It's their loss," he said with a shrug, casually. "Humans are assholes. Imagine if they could see you now." And how powerful she was. He'd like to see her asshat of a dad try to lay a hand on her. He would sooner lose it, and if not by Lorna, then by Pyro. When she turned the question on him, he too fell silent before answering. He didn't even have his beer to stall with. "She was scared of me," he answered, keeping the emotions from his voice. "My whole family was." His mother, father, brother and sister. "They didn't know how to act around me so they just, pretended like I wasn't there." Nonchalant words but they held a depth to them. He paused again, his gaze falling to nothing at particular in front of him.

Tag Lorna Dane

[Lorna Dane]

Imagine if they could see her now? Lorna wondered what they'd think, but she had a pretty good idea. Her mother wouldn't care. She'd just be glad that she didn't have to deal with the hot mess her daughter had become. And her step-Dad. Lorna was glad it was dark, and how she really felt couldn't really be seen too well. She had the power to kill him--and make it look natural. Yet the idea of seeing him again made it hard to breathe. It was stupid, but she wouldn't ever admit to being to afraid of him still.

Lorna didn't look at him until he began talking about his Mom. Scared of him. She could see that. Coward ass human freaking out because she had a super human son. What a bitch. His family pretended like he wasn't there. Yeah, she got that. She got how you could want to be in a normal family as a kid, and turn into them. Weren't they a pair? Two birds of a feather and whatever that saying was.

That was when she realized that Pyro had once said something about siblings. Damn it, what had he said? One? Two? A dozen? Lorna knew they were human. That had to suck! At least she was an only kid and never had to see her parents accept and love someone else. His whole family treated him like that. "She sounds like a weak ass bitch." Lorna said, but she also knew that if he was anything like her then--she was still his Mom. He might still want her to love him. Just like Lorna still wanted her Mom to show up one day with regrets. "It's their loss," She used his words back at him. "Let them have their Brady Bunch family. You're ten times more bad ass then they will ever be."

In a rare Lorna moment, she was thinking about someone besides herself, and to make the moment even rarer she kept speaking to him. "Humans will never get us. We're a problem and they just want it solved and to forget about us. &^%$ them!"