Chapter One: To Hallucinate, or not to hallucinate
Jet: Nice title
Me: Thanks! This is my first fan fiction, so please review. Oh, and for those of you who don't know, Jet is my muse. She's a mutant rabbit who can talk, breathes fire, and has retractable dragon wings. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution. Just my OC. I don't own the Wasatch mountains either, but I think that's obvious. (They're in Utah.)
**************** STARS! *************************************
JENNIFER'S P.O.V.
The whirr of bicycle gears filled the air with an odd rythm. I hummed a song to myself as I sped across the empty road. When you're scared of heights, and don't have wings, a bike is the next best thing to flying.
A cool wind pushed me on, under a silver crescent moon pering from behind the Wasatch mountains in the east, making eerie shillouettes.
Did I mention that it was 3 in the morning? And a Saturday?
Most of my friends find it odd and annoying that I'm a morning person. But then, who wouldn't hate mornings if they slept in so late?
Anyway, every morning for a month now I'd been riding my bike in the early morning. Of course, I had to be back by four or else Mom would think I'd been captured by morning person gangsters or something and call the police. But nothing ever happens in my neighborhood. Even at night/morning.
Or that is, until this morning. I stopped at a stop sign, even though there weren't any cars near, and took a moment to look at the sky. I could see a few stars, but not very many. Even in the suburbs only ten or so stars are visible on a clear night. Thank heavens I don't live in a city. I've always like starlight. It's so... reassuring. They don't change. People change, lands change, but the stars go on forever, dancing a slow dance year after year, giving grace to the heavens and hope to the earth. "Star light, star bright, first star I wish tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." I whispered absentmindedly. I didn't really have a wish, it just felt right. It wasn't really night time anyway.
I swatted at a moth that was hanging around me for some reason. That's when things began to get a little strange. The moth seemed to be attracted to my hand, just like when a moth is attracted to a lamp. I looked at my palm. And it was... glowing.
As I stared, the glow formed a ball floating an inch above my hand. I reached out to touch it, and it suddenly flew out of my hand faster then a bird could, making a hole in the stop sign before it left my sight.
I blinked, then shook my head. Maybe I was just seeing things. Mom said weird stuff happens when your eyes are tired, and she's a doctor so she would know. Maybe I just needed to go back to bed.
With that thought, I pedaled back home.
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A few minutes later, I sat cross-legged on my bed, staring at several glowing white orbs, which were levitating around my room. I hadn't tried to touch them again, in case I broke something else. It obviously wasn't just my eyes playing tricks on me. The light balls were warming the air around them. One clump of balls near my door was so hot I was afraid the door would catch fire if I didn't do something. Of course, there's not much I could do at the time, except hoping that Mom and Dad would see this as a way to save money on christmas decorations rather then getting mad about having to replace the stop sign.
"What on earth is going on?" I muttered to myself, as another ball of light floated up from my palm.
A few hours later, I was asleep. Don't get me wrong; I was terrified. But something about lying in a warm bed can make you really sleepy, and when you're asleep you don't have to worry about anything. But I was woken up by the doorbell. My bedroom is in the basement, so I had to run to see who it was. When I got upstairs, Dad (who's the only one besides me that would be up by 8:00 AM, had opened the door. Behind it was some bald guy or other in a wheelchair, a tall red-haired girl, and a gruff looking man in a leather
jacket.
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Me: It's a cliffie!
Jet: Well, you certainly didn't make it at all obvious what happens next. *sarcastically if you couldn't already tell*
Me: Really? Cool! I was afraid it would be.
Jet: *blinks*
Me: Please review! I'll write more soon! Also, this is meant to be funny. Somewhat. So please tell me if you have any ideas on how to accomplish that.
Jet: Nice title
Me: Thanks! This is my first fan fiction, so please review. Oh, and for those of you who don't know, Jet is my muse. She's a mutant rabbit who can talk, breathes fire, and has retractable dragon wings. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men Evolution. Just my OC. I don't own the Wasatch mountains either, but I think that's obvious. (They're in Utah.)
**************** STARS! *************************************
JENNIFER'S P.O.V.
The whirr of bicycle gears filled the air with an odd rythm. I hummed a song to myself as I sped across the empty road. When you're scared of heights, and don't have wings, a bike is the next best thing to flying.
A cool wind pushed me on, under a silver crescent moon pering from behind the Wasatch mountains in the east, making eerie shillouettes.
Did I mention that it was 3 in the morning? And a Saturday?
Most of my friends find it odd and annoying that I'm a morning person. But then, who wouldn't hate mornings if they slept in so late?
Anyway, every morning for a month now I'd been riding my bike in the early morning. Of course, I had to be back by four or else Mom would think I'd been captured by morning person gangsters or something and call the police. But nothing ever happens in my neighborhood. Even at night/morning.
Or that is, until this morning. I stopped at a stop sign, even though there weren't any cars near, and took a moment to look at the sky. I could see a few stars, but not very many. Even in the suburbs only ten or so stars are visible on a clear night. Thank heavens I don't live in a city. I've always like starlight. It's so... reassuring. They don't change. People change, lands change, but the stars go on forever, dancing a slow dance year after year, giving grace to the heavens and hope to the earth. "Star light, star bright, first star I wish tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." I whispered absentmindedly. I didn't really have a wish, it just felt right. It wasn't really night time anyway.
I swatted at a moth that was hanging around me for some reason. That's when things began to get a little strange. The moth seemed to be attracted to my hand, just like when a moth is attracted to a lamp. I looked at my palm. And it was... glowing.
As I stared, the glow formed a ball floating an inch above my hand. I reached out to touch it, and it suddenly flew out of my hand faster then a bird could, making a hole in the stop sign before it left my sight.
I blinked, then shook my head. Maybe I was just seeing things. Mom said weird stuff happens when your eyes are tired, and she's a doctor so she would know. Maybe I just needed to go back to bed.
With that thought, I pedaled back home.
* * *
A few minutes later, I sat cross-legged on my bed, staring at several glowing white orbs, which were levitating around my room. I hadn't tried to touch them again, in case I broke something else. It obviously wasn't just my eyes playing tricks on me. The light balls were warming the air around them. One clump of balls near my door was so hot I was afraid the door would catch fire if I didn't do something. Of course, there's not much I could do at the time, except hoping that Mom and Dad would see this as a way to save money on christmas decorations rather then getting mad about having to replace the stop sign.
"What on earth is going on?" I muttered to myself, as another ball of light floated up from my palm.
A few hours later, I was asleep. Don't get me wrong; I was terrified. But something about lying in a warm bed can make you really sleepy, and when you're asleep you don't have to worry about anything. But I was woken up by the doorbell. My bedroom is in the basement, so I had to run to see who it was. When I got upstairs, Dad (who's the only one besides me that would be up by 8:00 AM, had opened the door. Behind it was some bald guy or other in a wheelchair, a tall red-haired girl, and a gruff looking man in a leather
jacket.
******************************************************************
Me: It's a cliffie!
Jet: Well, you certainly didn't make it at all obvious what happens next. *sarcastically if you couldn't already tell*
Me: Really? Cool! I was afraid it would be.
Jet: *blinks*
Me: Please review! I'll write more soon! Also, this is meant to be funny. Somewhat. So please tell me if you have any ideas on how to accomplish that.