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Both Ian and Mickey were unsure of what this crazy bitch was about to show them. She stood in front of them, hands clasped around her back, with a fucking Cheshire grin on her face. Ian looked over at Mickey, Mickey doing the same. 'Babe, I'm fucking scared.' Was the reaction on Ian's face. 'Shit, me too.'
After what seemed life for fucking ever, the elevator opened with a satisfying sound, and they were finally let out. What they first envisioned was kids running around, happy and laughing in joy. Teenagers talking amongst each other about the people/ bands they liked. Just a big 'ol fucking fun fest.
What they saw was most definitely not what they had expected.
There were just a bunch of doors.
Just doors.
Both Ian and Mickey looked at each other in complete confusion. "Umm, Ms. Washington? Where are the kids?" Ian asked as politely as he could.
"Oh, they have separate rooms. For dangerous purposes. As I told you before, the children here are very special. Very." And with that, she walked off of the elevator, beckoning the boys to join her.
They both quickly shuffled out of the elevator just before it closed and followed her down the corridor of doors. " So, gentlemen, would you like to see our small children first?"
"No offense, but we kinda came here for teenagers. I think that if we see small kids, we'll get all sentimental feeling and shit, and forget that we actually came here for teenagers. No offense, though." Mickey said, completely ignoring the astonished look the lady had on her face.
"Mykhailo Olekisy Gallagher-Milkovich." Ian said, disappointment in his face.
"What?"
Ian gave Mickey that look that said,'Don't you fucking be rude to this lady. I will beat your ass if you fuck this up, got it?'
For once, Mickey actually got slightly scared at his face. "Okay, I'm sorry. I meant, no. We came here to have a look at your oh so talented teenagers. You happy now?"
"I am happy. Ms. Washington, if you'd continue saying what you were going to." Ian said.
"Oh right, well we have an amazing variety of teenagers. I brought all of their files with me so you could take a look before I call them in for an interview." She handed over a stack of manila folders that had to be at least 20. At least.
"We have a room straight down the hall if you'd like to look them over in a comfortable setting."
"Oh yes, thank you very much." Ian said, taking Mickey by the arm and, practically, dragging him down the hallway.
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Once they had made it to the room, Ian let Mickey go.
"What the fuck, Mick?" Ian sounded exasperated.
"I wasn't gonna fucking lie to the lady. Next thing you know, we would've been seeing some fucking cute ass kid, adopting it and then you would've realized how fucking much you wished you adopted that teenager."
".......well, fuck. When you put it like that, it makes sense. Don't do that shit again though. Lady looked fucking scared." Ian laughed, followed by Mickey.
"Alright, come on. We gotta look over these files and shit." Mickey says, after calming down to subtle chuckles.
"Okay, okay."
They sat down next to each other and took the first file from the overly large stack. It was of a boy who looked like James McAvoy as Professor X in X-Men: Days of Future Past. Like a fucking hippie dipped out on acid.
They discarded of him first.
Next was a girl who looked very much like Maria Brink, tits all out, and a seductive look on her face.
They damn near burned hers.
5 or 6 later, they were beginning to give up hope on finding any teenage girls who didn't look like a meth head or a prostitute.
Ian picked up one more file and opened it, preparing for the worst.
He was actually thoroughly surprised when he saw a girl, no more that 14 or 15. Long black hair, piercing blue eyes, a lip ring and nose ring, and a smirk on her face.
"Hey Mick, look."
"What? You see something?" Mickey asked, putting the file he was reading, down.
"Yeah, look at her." Ian handed the file over to Mickey to scan.
The girls name was Laine. No last name, though it didn't matter. She was 14 years old, but the file said that she had an IQ of 198, meaning she was in the 11th or 12th grade. It said she had sister named Saturn and that she was a very creative girl. But one thing stuck out to Mickey, whether it was in bold print or not. I stated,"CAUTION! HER POWERS MAKE HER DANGEROUS."
"Maybe we should look for her sister so we could adopt them both. I mean, if you want." Ian said.
" I think i just found her sister." Mickey picked up the file he was just reading from, opened it, and sure enough there was a girl with long ginger hair, blue eyes, and a lip ring. The girls name was Saturn, once again, no last name. She was 14 years old, and like her sister, she sported an IQ of 198. Under her impressive credentials, it said in bold lettering, once again,"CAUTION! HER POWERS MAKE HER DANGEROUS."
"What do you think that means?" Ian questioned.
"I don't know, but I think we should give them a shot. You?"
"I'm interested. Come on."