Disclaimer: I own all the characters. No, I'm kidding. I don't own the X-men, though I wish I did. Well, Faye, Sarah, Sally, Jeff, Hans, Irvine, and Cathy are my creation. Tom, Zhar, and Daniel are also mine. And since all those characters have at least 3 aliases, then I must own something like 30 characters.....and a realm. Hey, not too shabby!!!
It's kind of hard to write something for the X-men because of all the different kind of dialogues presented. So here's a quick legend:
* = Indicates thought
~* = Indicates thought through power (I got this one from Durgas)
ยง= Indicates translated text
_ = Indicates any kind of accentuation that should be here but somehow isn't.
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Author's Note: After much thought and a lot of printed pages, I decided that the story was good, but it could be better. So I asked my friend, DurgasDragon, to review the story and see what she thought. She wrote me back and told me all the things that were good enough and some of the things that needed work. So I sat down one day with a bunch of pages and a whole lot of inspiration and rewrote things.
So, it's with much pleasure that I present to you the revised and reviewed edition of "Familiar Stranger." I hope you enjoy this more than you enjoyed the first story and, even though there are a couple of things that changed, the story is still basically the same. Have fun ^_^
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The scenery was nice and peaceful. He liked it that way. He stopped his motorcycle in a small gas station, dismounted it, took his helmet off and walked towards the door of the little shop. Suddenly, he stopped and turned. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone but, whoever it was, wasn't there anymore. He went inside and paid the man for the gas. As he pumped it into his bike, he sniffed the air around him, as he paused, he looked back the way he came from; trouble was brewing back at home, he could sense it. He had a nagging feeling that what was coming somehow had something to do with the figure he had seen. There was only one person that could move as fast and as quietly as that did; and, heaven help them if she was moving in the direction of Bayville.
Logan quickly mounted his bike and sped off towards Bayville. At a distance, way ahead of him, he heard a train whistle blowing; it was heading straight to New York. He only hoped that he wouldn't be too late. The train was too far ahead of him and it would arrive at least two days before he did. He sped up a little more, he didn't want to die, but he also knew he had to get home fast to prevent his family from dying too.
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Far ahead of him, following the train tracks, a small mount in the shape of a human body was speeding in the direction of the train. Through the ground, she could travel at a speed of nearly 200 miles an hour; it became a very useful power over the years. She was getting close to the train now, so she put her head up from the puddle of mass she was. It made her go a little slower but she could at least focus her powers on the side of the train.
Slowly the solid wood of the train started to turn liquidy; it was a thick liquid that didn't fall with gravity or move. With one swift motion, she leaped from the ground and landed on the puddle. Her body became immerse in the liquid and the train became solid again. Her body appeared at the top of the train. Carelessly she walked through the wagons until she spotted the one she was looking for. She opened the hatch on the top and jumped in.
"Is he coming?" said a male voice at the corner of the wagon.
"Yes," Faye answered. "Open the doors, Cathy, nobody is going to come here. We're getting to New York tonight anyway."
"Let's hope so, I'm tired of traveling this way, anyway," said Cathy with a slight Irish accent to her voice, and pushed both doors open.
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The moonlight shone brightly into the wagon. Faye looked at all the people that were inside. Cathy, who was going back to her made-up bed, was the strongest of them all. She was tall, had brown, curly hair, and was very burly, but also very motherly and nice. Since she was the oldest one in the group, as far as they knew, she always took the leadership on whatever mission they had. Her skin was tanned from long hours of exposure to the sun and her eyes were green, which provided her a natural Irish heritage. She was a very attractive but also very dangerous woman.
Faye turned her attention to Sara who was sleeping soundly on the hay. She was small and skinny, with a really pretty, tanned skin. She had long, thin black hair, and large eyes. Hans was lying right next to her. They were best friends because they were so close in age and used to live in the same orphanage. Hans was a bit taller than Sara, and was very white and blond. He had a very protective character, which was part of what gave him the codename "Dome." In another corner, Sally, who was tightly built, tried to sleep without much success.
*Poor kid,* Faye thought. *She has way too much energy. Maybe one of these days I'll just help myself to some of it.*
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"Don't even think about it," the same male voice said. It was now slowly moving from the corner of the wagon to the open door. "You know, I can see your facial expressions through that mask you're wearing."
"So you know what she looks like??" said Cathy, astonished.
He nodded, reaching for the side of the open door. Jeff sat down and put one leg out of the train, and closed his eyes. He really loved feeling the wind blow on his face; it made him feel like he was flying.
"Don't push your luck, bub. You might lose more than just your eyesight, if you play with me," said Faye, looking down and trying to hide a sly smile from him.
"I saw that too," Jeff said.
Faye looked at him. He was tall and thin, his hair was dark blond and his skin was fair. Jeff had been blind since birth but his eyes were had an eerily light color to them. Jeff wasn't the kind of person to jump into a fight, Faye was sure that he had never been in a fight before, but he was more than willing to help her when she first met him.
"I'm going to the other realm to pick up some things. Does anybody want anything?" Faye asked.
"Don't bother, Irvine's in there already," Cathy answered.
"And just _who_ gave him permission to do that?!?"
"Tom," said Jeff.
Faye sighed, took an odd-looking hand computer out of the purse in her belt and turned it on.
"Tom, did you give Irvine permission to cross realms?" she asked it.
"Well, seeing as you were still drooling over that good-for-nothing Canadian trash bag, yes, I did!" the communicator said, with a heavy British accent, and in a proper tone.
It's kind of hard to write something for the X-men because of all the different kind of dialogues presented. So here's a quick legend:
* = Indicates thought
~* = Indicates thought through power (I got this one from Durgas)
ยง= Indicates translated text
_ = Indicates any kind of accentuation that should be here but somehow isn't.
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Author's Note: After much thought and a lot of printed pages, I decided that the story was good, but it could be better. So I asked my friend, DurgasDragon, to review the story and see what she thought. She wrote me back and told me all the things that were good enough and some of the things that needed work. So I sat down one day with a bunch of pages and a whole lot of inspiration and rewrote things.
So, it's with much pleasure that I present to you the revised and reviewed edition of "Familiar Stranger." I hope you enjoy this more than you enjoyed the first story and, even though there are a couple of things that changed, the story is still basically the same. Have fun ^_^
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The scenery was nice and peaceful. He liked it that way. He stopped his motorcycle in a small gas station, dismounted it, took his helmet off and walked towards the door of the little shop. Suddenly, he stopped and turned. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone but, whoever it was, wasn't there anymore. He went inside and paid the man for the gas. As he pumped it into his bike, he sniffed the air around him, as he paused, he looked back the way he came from; trouble was brewing back at home, he could sense it. He had a nagging feeling that what was coming somehow had something to do with the figure he had seen. There was only one person that could move as fast and as quietly as that did; and, heaven help them if she was moving in the direction of Bayville.
Logan quickly mounted his bike and sped off towards Bayville. At a distance, way ahead of him, he heard a train whistle blowing; it was heading straight to New York. He only hoped that he wouldn't be too late. The train was too far ahead of him and it would arrive at least two days before he did. He sped up a little more, he didn't want to die, but he also knew he had to get home fast to prevent his family from dying too.
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Far ahead of him, following the train tracks, a small mount in the shape of a human body was speeding in the direction of the train. Through the ground, she could travel at a speed of nearly 200 miles an hour; it became a very useful power over the years. She was getting close to the train now, so she put her head up from the puddle of mass she was. It made her go a little slower but she could at least focus her powers on the side of the train.
Slowly the solid wood of the train started to turn liquidy; it was a thick liquid that didn't fall with gravity or move. With one swift motion, she leaped from the ground and landed on the puddle. Her body became immerse in the liquid and the train became solid again. Her body appeared at the top of the train. Carelessly she walked through the wagons until she spotted the one she was looking for. She opened the hatch on the top and jumped in.
"Is he coming?" said a male voice at the corner of the wagon.
"Yes," Faye answered. "Open the doors, Cathy, nobody is going to come here. We're getting to New York tonight anyway."
"Let's hope so, I'm tired of traveling this way, anyway," said Cathy with a slight Irish accent to her voice, and pushed both doors open.
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The moonlight shone brightly into the wagon. Faye looked at all the people that were inside. Cathy, who was going back to her made-up bed, was the strongest of them all. She was tall, had brown, curly hair, and was very burly, but also very motherly and nice. Since she was the oldest one in the group, as far as they knew, she always took the leadership on whatever mission they had. Her skin was tanned from long hours of exposure to the sun and her eyes were green, which provided her a natural Irish heritage. She was a very attractive but also very dangerous woman.
Faye turned her attention to Sara who was sleeping soundly on the hay. She was small and skinny, with a really pretty, tanned skin. She had long, thin black hair, and large eyes. Hans was lying right next to her. They were best friends because they were so close in age and used to live in the same orphanage. Hans was a bit taller than Sara, and was very white and blond. He had a very protective character, which was part of what gave him the codename "Dome." In another corner, Sally, who was tightly built, tried to sleep without much success.
*Poor kid,* Faye thought. *She has way too much energy. Maybe one of these days I'll just help myself to some of it.*
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"Don't even think about it," the same male voice said. It was now slowly moving from the corner of the wagon to the open door. "You know, I can see your facial expressions through that mask you're wearing."
"So you know what she looks like??" said Cathy, astonished.
He nodded, reaching for the side of the open door. Jeff sat down and put one leg out of the train, and closed his eyes. He really loved feeling the wind blow on his face; it made him feel like he was flying.
"Don't push your luck, bub. You might lose more than just your eyesight, if you play with me," said Faye, looking down and trying to hide a sly smile from him.
"I saw that too," Jeff said.
Faye looked at him. He was tall and thin, his hair was dark blond and his skin was fair. Jeff had been blind since birth but his eyes were had an eerily light color to them. Jeff wasn't the kind of person to jump into a fight, Faye was sure that he had never been in a fight before, but he was more than willing to help her when she first met him.
"I'm going to the other realm to pick up some things. Does anybody want anything?" Faye asked.
"Don't bother, Irvine's in there already," Cathy answered.
"And just _who_ gave him permission to do that?!?"
"Tom," said Jeff.
Faye sighed, took an odd-looking hand computer out of the purse in her belt and turned it on.
"Tom, did you give Irvine permission to cross realms?" she asked it.
"Well, seeing as you were still drooling over that good-for-nothing Canadian trash bag, yes, I did!" the communicator said, with a heavy British accent, and in a proper tone.