Mary and Mordred
Mary was carefully writing in her diary when Roy grabbed it out of her hands. "Hey!" She protested.
"You writing in this? Little bitch, you're probably writing crap in here..." Roy slurred, onto his fifth beer of the night. He raised his hands and started ripping the little book to shreds.
"NO!" Mary screamed and jumped up from her seat to get it off him. "Don't! PLEASE!" Her real father had given it to her, and it was one of the only things she had from him left. She couldn't reach it as he held it over her head and the pages fluttered down around them. "Please don't! Oh please, give it back!" Tears coursed down her face.
"Stupid, annoying little bitch..." Insults and curses aimed at her poured out of his mouth as the diary leaves, crawling with her tiny neat writing fell like the leaves in the autumn. When she reached up and jumped, hand just barely touching the cover, he hit her and sent her small body flying across the room.
Mary screamed and then the diary exploded in Roy's hand. The hand in question disappeared into a pink mist, blood flying outwards and splattering across the walls and Mary's face. She screamed again.
Roy clutched at the stump of his wrist and yelled in agony. "AH! What the F*CK?!" He staggered over to the phone and pressed the speed dial button for the ambulance. "You're a mutie. A filthy disgusting mutie, just like your brothers! Disgusting, tainted, must've been that father of yours..."
"YOU SHUT UP ABOUT MY DA!" Mary screamed, and picked up a piece of paper. She threw it at Roy, and it exploded halfway there in a shower of red sparks. She stared at in horror. How had she done that?
"Mary?" Mordred appeared, looking worried. He took in the forming bruise on her cheek and the shock on her face. He turned to find Roy, and saw that he had no hand. "Mary?" Mordred said again, questioningly. He blinked hard as Mary raised her face. Her eyes...the white of her eyes were black, and her irises were red.
"She attacked me!" Roy spat, blood still pouring from his hand. "She's a mutie, just like you! She blew off my hand!" The man slumped down the wall, face going white. Mordred gave him a cool stare.
"Where's Siobhan?" He asked Mary.
"She's at her friend's place," Mary said weakly.
"Hey, aren't you gonna help me?" Roy blustered.
"No," Mordred said simply, and he picked up Mary. He only then saw the scattered pages of the diary lying on the floor. His mouth tightened. "You ripped up her diary, you bastard." He put her down again and gathered them up. "Get your things together, Mary. You're not coming back here."
Mary ran past Roy into her room and packed quickly. A few items of her clothing exploded, glowing redly for a moment then violently turning into the red sparks with a boom. She managed to pack most of her stuff, then went out to Mordred again.
Roy was sinking fast as Mordred took her hand and teleported them both back to the mansion.