Red X: Lil and Cammie

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Lil grabs Cammie to take part in the rescue.


Her ceiling was looking really interesting right now. Cammie was laying on the bed looking up, wanting to just erase the last couple days from her memory. The good part was her adopted parents were safe and were apparently okay with having a monster and a science experiment for an adopted daughter. The bad news was…

…She didn’t even want to think about it right now. She had forgone using the computer, hadn’t been watching TV and hadn’t even let Catseye in to sleep next to her. If it wouldn’t leave a toxic spill for everyone to clean up she was half tempted to shoot herself in the head just to spite her real mom who was apparently find fucking with everything for the sake of science.

That was some interesting ceiling up there.

"Cammie!" The sound of her name - hollered by the unmistakable voice of the mansion's resident giantess - was followed by a loud, repeated thump on the door. "All hands on deck. Gotta call they need all available people's hands for."

Cammie rolled her eyes and slid out of bed. The look on her face when she opened the door was not a happy one. “Yeah, so?” she said, looking up at Lil, “I don’t think they need me. And fuck, what happened to indoor voices?” not that she was trying to sleep.

"No one gives a fuck about indoor voices when there is a crisis," Lil returned. Hands were planted firmly on her hips, returning the glare in a no nonsense fashion. "Toxic shit or something on site means you've been volunteered to help so get your shoes on."

“You’re not going to give me a choice about this, are you?” Cammie said dryly, “What happened?”

"Nope," Lil told her with a shake of her head. "If you didn't wanna come, you woulda found yourself being tossed over my shoulder then hauled down to that garage where Mist is waiting." There was a little impatient tap of her fott and the Amazon gave a little flick of her wrist to hurry Cammie along. "Shoes. Now. I don't have all the details but some kinda train accident with a spill and people trapped and all that good stuff so speed it up."

“So you’re asking the mad scientist’s pet weapon to come and help,” she snarked, pulling on her boots. The heavy things were comfortable, steel toed and had been used to her advantage so many times before. At the moment, the normal urge to fist fight left a bad taste in her mouth .

"No, I'm telling the girl whose powers make her fucking useful against toxic chemicals that she's needed to help save some people's lives," Lil returned. Green eyes flashed with minor annoyance even as she watched the girl get ready. "You wanna stay here and mope, be my guest but tell me now so I can go and help them they way I can."

“Fuck you, I’m getting ready,” Cammie returned. The ceiling had gotten boring anyway. “Maybe I’ll even get to poke a dead body with a stick.”

Lil couldn't help but sigh a little in relief. "Kinda hoping there are no dead bodies to be poked but maybe you'll get enough sludge to make breakfast outta for a month."

“Wow, a buffet all for me,” Cammie said, finishing up with her boots. “How’m I bein’ kidnapped? Bike? Car?”

"Already told you," Lil said, turning and starting toward the stairs. "Mist is in the garage waiting for us. All we gotta do is grab you a helmet and we're set."

“Well, at least I get kidnapped in style.” Lil had named her bike. Well, she couldn’t blame her, she was likely going to name her bike too when/if she got one.

A small smile crossed the blonde's lips. "All parta the service."