Snippet #2184785

The world was tumbling around Angel in a flurry of motions. She slipped in and out of consciousness. She felt like she might throw up any second, yet she really wanted food in her, right now. Groaning, she tried to stand up, only to collapse in a heap on the ground again. Even worse, it wasn't all the guards. Simon was fighting more. This was not going to work. But it would, because they had her. She straightened herself up, and pulled herself into a sitting position. She looked over to one of the guards that was trapped inside a cage, by her doing. Where can I get some food? She whispered in his mind. She really needed food. In like, the next five minutes. Through that door is the cafeteria. The one at the end of the hall. The door leads to another hallway in which the cafeteria is at the end of. the guard involuntarily thought.

Angel pulled herself up. She just needed food. Once she got food she would be ok. She half walked half crawled to the door that led away from the fighting, nausea overtaking her every step. She gently pushed open the door and continued down the hallway, finally making it to the cafeteria. The scarce scattering of chefs seemed preoccupied with all the certain meals and things that each mutant needed to eat each day, so they didn't notice her. She grabbed the apples from off the counter and practically inhaled them. She felt better, but it wasn't enough. She discreetly swiped a block of cheese and devoured it in seconds, feeling her strength return. Soon she had stolen and eaten a whole sleeve of crackers, three bottles of water, a giant bowl of some pasty mush, a pepperoni roll, a loaf of bread, and some bits of granola. It tasted so good. Whenever a cook would look to see her there, she would mind message them to get back to work. Now she wasn't that hungry but still a little dizzy with a bit of a headache.

Trying to think of the rest of the mutants, she scurried around for a bag to carry more food in. She was stopped by the doors swinging open and guards pouring in. She really couldn't afford to do another huge group mind controlling. She would likely pass out again and it would be all over. Instead, she thought fast, dashing forward and sliding under the guards. It would have been a fantastic plan...but never the less, she was grabbed up off the ground by her tattered doctor's dress robe. She was surrounded. It was useless.