To be honest, when he had never showed up for their date, she had been pissed off.
Pissed and just a little bit hurt.
They had been flirting/not-flirting and texting for at least a couple of weeks before she had agreed to go on a date with him.
Then, he just never showed up. Which, to be honest, made her want to punch him in the face.
It wasn't until a week later as she watched the news that she realized what had or must have happened. Then, Ava was pissed off for an entirely different reason. Every time she watched the news, there was some story, some image they put on of him and in various worlds of hurt. It didn't take her long until she was on her laptop, researching and talking to anyone and everyone she thought of who may know something.
No one knew a thing. Or, if they did, they weren't talking.
Then the news of his death came and she had been a mix of emotions. Obviously upset, pissed off at those who were responsible and sad, even considering how little and/or how much they knew about the other. She had always been a firm supporter of mutant and mutant rights and that didn't change.
Ava found herself missing his smug and cocky demeanor, his barely concealed innuendos and the snark they would exchange with each other.
Then that evening arrived and she was just about ready to head to bed when the knock came.
She couldn't think of a single person who would visit her at this hour and so she silently fished out the handgun she kept underneath the couch cushions, flipped off the safety and made her way over to the door - barefoot, pajama shorts and t-shirt and all.
They better have a good reason for -- potentially waking her up at this hour. Most normal people would be asleep but she wasn't quite normal. Ava leaned up and looked through the peephole - you could never be too careful.
Then she took a step backward because there was no way in hell...
No, cut that... there were a number of ways this could happened but -- she saw the death photos. Or... what seemed like the death photos.
"You better have an excellent explanation for this."
No apologies in the least! :D /tldr
Pissed and just a little bit hurt.
They had been flirting/not-flirting and texting for at least a couple of weeks before she had agreed to go on a date with him.
Then, he just never showed up. Which, to be honest, made her want to punch him in the face.
It wasn't until a week later as she watched the news that she realized what had or must have happened. Then, Ava was pissed off for an entirely different reason. Every time she watched the news, there was some story, some image they put on of him and in various worlds of hurt. It didn't take her long until she was on her laptop, researching and talking to anyone and everyone she thought of who may know something.
No one knew a thing. Or, if they did, they weren't talking.
Then the news of his death came and she had been a mix of emotions. Obviously upset, pissed off at those who were responsible and sad, even considering how little and/or how much they knew about the other. She had always been a firm supporter of mutant and mutant rights and that didn't change.
Ava found herself missing his smug and cocky demeanor, his barely concealed innuendos and the snark they would exchange with each other.
Then that evening arrived and she was just about ready to head to bed when the knock came.
She couldn't think of a single person who would visit her at this hour and so she silently fished out the handgun she kept underneath the couch cushions, flipped off the safety and made her way over to the door - barefoot, pajama shorts and t-shirt and all.
They better have a good reason for -- potentially waking her up at this hour. Most normal people would be asleep but she wasn't quite normal. Ava leaned up and looked through the peephole - you could never be too careful.
Then she took a step backward because there was no way in hell...
No, cut that... there were a number of ways this could happened but -- she saw the death photos. Or... what seemed like the death photos.
"You better have an excellent explanation for this."