Alec set the huge bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table in front of his television set. Almost immediately, two other pairs of hands from opposite sides of the table made a wild dash in order to have the honors of digging in first. He rolled his eyes at Original Cindy and Sketchy, who both had the bowl in their grips and were undertaking a tug-of-war, which resulted in many fluffy white kernels spilling onto the questionably clean floor.
"Do you guys mind? I just did my monthly floor sweeping!" he said, grabbing the bowl back and setting it firmly on the table. "It's cleanness has to last for at least another month!"
"What are you?" Sketchy laughed, "A girl?"
"No, I just don't like it when junk food mutates on my floor." Alec replied, and grabbed a handful of popcorn for himself to enjoy as he sprawled across the sofa behind the table.
Sketchy shook his head, grinning, "Some people call it a health threat... I call it food."
"Shut up you two! I'm trying to watch Jerry Springer!" OC yelled.
"I never knew you liked trashy television." commented Alec
OC gave a small chuckle. "I guess it's my voyeuristic streak."
They were at Alec's place to celebrate the new legislations passed which allowed all transgenics to be free. Equality had finally been achieved. So why was Alec celebrating in the confines of his home when he could've been painting the town red with his newfound freedom? He punched the sofa arm in frustration, then pulled his hand back when he heard the wood crack. great, that's all he needed.
Why were things still so complicated? Transgenics might be free on pen and paper, but the public were still wary - not openly hostile - but tense about the situation. 'I have a dream that one day, all transgenics, whether they be black or white, furry or slimy, will be able to walk across the street without their motives being called into question.' he thought wryly. Humans had it in their heads that the transgenics were like killing machines who spent their days strategising a hostile take-over. They needed to view transgenics in their everyday lives in order to realise that most lived just like them. They ate, slept, laughed, played, cried and farted- just like them. But the public had no interest in watching transgenics go about their daily routine.
'I can see it now...these are The Days of our Transgenic Lives.' he mentally mocked.
"Boo? You aiight?"
Alec glanced up to find both OC and Sketchy looking at him with concern.
"Yeah, I'm always alright." He said grinning. No use in spreading his gloom.
OC made a sound that sounded like a cross between a sarcastic snort and an exasperated sigh. "Alec, I might be lesbian, but I still have my female intuition... when I see you attacking a poor, defenceless piece of furniture, my intuition tells me something's wrong."
"Give the guy a break OC, it's been a long day." Sketchy yawned, "So anyway, where's Max?" he asked, lazily reaching for popcorn that was no longer there.
"She's going over to Logan's for her own private celebration." said OC
"From what I heard there's gonna be a whole lotta celebrating."
"Oh well, more pop corn for us... speaking of which, where did it all go?" Sketchy asked peering into the bowl. He looked up and glared at OC.
"Don't look at me," she said defensively. "Alec's the one with the X5 appetite, I used to think it was just Max, but this rapid food consumption affects all ya X's."
"It's the price we have to pay to power bodies like ours," Alec grinned, then lay back into the chair, thinking back to the previous few weeks. He'd decided to finally make it up to Max for all the grief he'd caused her. Not that it was his fault. Okay, most of it was; but it wasn't *all* his fault. Besides, he'd already redeemed himself: Using various and often unsavoury sources he had found the location of a Manticore scientist who could cure the virus. He'd raised the steep amount himself by taking out a network of Russian mobsters and pocketing their cash. He almost felt like one of the Irish twins in "The Boondock Saints". He supposed that the fact that he *had* a twin who went on killing sprees had more to do with his association with the pre-Pulse movie than the fact that he was ridding society of criminals. So, he'd raised the money, had gotten samples of Max's DNA, and a cure had been concocted. This morning, he'd given it to her...
