I walked into the comic book store and waved to Bill. "Hey Dorky Deity." Bill laughed. "New shipments are tomorrow. I thought you knew that." Bill frowned and looked confused.
"Yeah, I know. I'm just going to see if I missed any good ones." I said, which was partly true."Okay, Ya need me, holler." Bill said and went back to playing his world of warcraft.
I walked past the shelves and ran my hands on the wall. I got to the 'B's and picked out a batman comic, then grabbed some deadpool and headed to the register.
"3.99" Bill held out his hand, instead of money, it was filled with two 50% off coupons. " And yet another free purchase for Dorky Deity!" Bill said unenthusiastically. "It's my specialty." i smiled.
I got my books and stated walking back to campus. It took me a few minutes to find the right key, but when I did, I unlocked the door of my college's Performing Arts Center.
My Beats headphones were plugged into my Ipod, I Grabbed the mop & bucket and turned up my music. I hummed as I mopped the stage, I needed extra credit so it was either this, or writing a 1,500 word essay on Alexander Grahm Bell. A shadow flickered across the floor, I didn't care though.
~~~Wolverine's P.O.V
Our target walked in to the small shop on the corner of Cherokee St. "She's going to the comic store!" Nate whispered excitedly. "We are not making a pit stop to nerdtown." I growled. Nate sighed and jumped of the roof of the pharmecy.
I watched as he walked into a college building. I snuck inside and did a barrel roll to get backstage. For a second I thought the guy saw me, but he kept on cleaning. I was about to step out, when something hit me hard on the side of my head. "What the hell!" I growled.
The guy had his mop raised, ready to hit me again. "Listen, I'm not trying to- Woah!" I ducked as the mop almost came into contact with my head once again. This guy was starting to tick me off, so, as usual, I said something rude. "Hit me once, shame on me. Hit me twice, shame on you. Hit me again..." I slid out my claws during the pause, for affect. "I kick your ass." I finished.
The dude didn't look fazed, I could barely tell though because his hoodie was up. I swung my fist at him. He dodged left, hooked the bucket of bleach on the mop, and slammed it on my head.
I lifted the bucket, the guy's hoodie fell off. "You're a Girl?" I grumbled confusedly.
~~~~Deity's P.O.V
"Yeah? So?" I said, pointing the mop threateningly at the dude with shiny hands. "Who are you?" I asked him. -REALLY long and boring life story-
I told the guy that I would go to the institute, whatever that was, if he would stop telling me about all the times he was shot in the head and lost his memory. The motorcycle pulled up to a big building, where a bald guy in a wheel chair and a orange headed boy were waiting. They both walked/rolled
"Man, Wolverine, what took you so long?" The boy joked. "Listen, Nate. Just because you're a teleporter, doesn't mean I can't kick your ass." Wolverine growled at 'Nate'. "Calm yourself, Logan. Is this the mutant?" The bald guy switch his gaze from Wolverine, to me.
"Mutant? Are you guys like shield or something!?" I asked. "For some reason, Eric had some files involving a highly dangerous mutant, Chris Napalm. We set a locator on him and we found your location." He explained. "Do you know where Chris is?" Wolverine growled threateningly.
"Yeah, I'm Chris." I said. "But I heard that guy call you Deity." Nate said. "Then why didn't you tell me we had the wrong person!?" Wolverine pounced on Nate and they scuffled in the grass. "It's a nickname. Dorky Deity means 'Ruler of Nerds'. My real name is Christine Napalm." I ignored the fight going on next to me.
~~~~Wolverines P.O.V
Man, wasn't I having the best of day *Sarcasm*. I got a bucket of bleach bashed on my head, Iris nearly kicked me where it hurts, and I might be charged for murder after I get done with Nate. I just hope Storm doesn't blow a fuse if she finds out... WHEN she finds out. That woman has eyes and ears like a hawk!
A/n I'm using short chapters for this story, it saves me time and space. If you have a problem with it, then don't read it.
