Hello all you fanfic people out there over the rainbow. I am so glad that am writing this story. At list I would be IF MY "FRIEND" SAPPHIRE DIDN'T TIE ME TO THIS CHAIR MAKING ME WRITE THIS STORY!!!
It's not my fault you said you would ,and as a friend it's my duty to make sure you make a complete fool of yourself .
Thank you so much. I'll remember to haunt you when I'm dead.
Well it's not like you'll type a better story than me.
Is that a challenge?
You better believe it.
Darn it you know I can't back down from a dare. Fine I'll do it. Not like I have any other choose you know tied to a chair and all. Ok here it goes hope you enjoy that some of you've read twice before new and improved A BLAST THROUGH TIME.
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She ran fast, out of breath, the man closing in behind her. Quickly she veered into a filthy ally. She tripped over an overfilled garage can ,trash flew every where. She skinned her knee. No time to do anything about it. She got up and kept running. The man pulled out a knife and screamed, "I'm going to get you freak." It was true she was a freak. She was a mutant. She tried her best to hide it to control it, but it slipped. Why couldn't she control it? Why did it control her life?
It stop, the ally stop, and soon her life. So this was it. She was going to die homeless alone scared. By the man for some reason hated her. Hated her because she was born with these powers. She could see it in his eyes. She saw him coming closer , she saw the glint of the knife tip in the glow of a window. If she screamed, begged for help, no one would come. No one ever did, not when her little brother was hungry cold last winter, and now he was gone. Probably to a better place. She didn't know.
He was upon her now knife in hand. "This is what you get for being a mutant.", he whispered menacingly. He raised the knife over his head . She closed her eyes waiting for the end. Was death quick and painless or did life, beautiful life, slowly painfully seep out of your body through your mouth? She hoped it would be painless and quick. She prayed it would be painless and quick. He swung the knife down this was it. She glared at him, she did not want him to see how afraid she really was. She wanted her glare to burn into his mind to give him nightmares about this night until he died of insanity. She waited but she never felt the sharp cold edge of the knife. In fact for some reason he stopped moving . Everything was silent, for some unexplainable time had stopped. " Emerald you are safe now please come out of the ally way." , said a reassuringly gentle voice, and for some reason the voice made her feel safe.
Emerald followed the voice's directions. She walked out unto the street. The cars, people, everything was still. Was this her fault had she stopped time, and was this voice actually there because she finally cracked. No that couldn't be. Crazy people always denied being crazy. Emerald became very confused. "No you're not crazy and this is not your fault." , a man in a wheel chair rolled casually rolling down the street, "It's my fault." It snapped Emerald knew exactly what was going on. He ,this old bald guy, was a mutant just like her. He was the guy she had seen on the news through the windows of the tv shop. Professor Xavier in the flesh. She had been found, been saved. For some reason he smiled. Why was he smiling? He couldn't read her mind or what she just thought, but then again. Oh well she was safe. They walked down street they turned to the right. Then a black jet rose into the air from out behind the buildings. It flew into the black starry getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared. Everything started to move again and the man ran out of the ally way looking around. His face turned red and he screamed. No one looked at him or even cared. They were to busy and that kind of thing always happened in New York City.