A/N: So, i was thinking what would happen if my two favorite fandoms were crossed over... this is the result. Anyway, I am debating whether to make this dramatic or funny. vote? tell me in a review if you have any actual opinion...
I was then lead further down the corridor by the Government agent, who I gathered, by spending the past five minutes with him, didn't talk much. He turned another corner in the maze of hallways and stopped at the end of a wide hallway. It was decorated with flags from all over the world. Odd, considering this was the U.S. Government, not the United Nations. Then the Agent spoke, sounding like he hadn't used his voice in thirty years.
"Miss Ride, do you have your speech?"
"Yeah, I have it, Sir." I added a sir for good measure.
"Then listen to what I am about to tell you. This-" he was interrupted by the door creaking open. Sounds poured out, and what sounded like someone keeping the flock from their dinner poured out. If you haven't ever been in that sort of situation, to summarize it in a word would be LOUD. A man stepped through the doors, and quickly closed them, blocking the racket. The Agent next to me asked:
"How they doing in there?"
the other man, a small, thin person wearing a suit, groaned and said:
"Not good, man. Louder than a pack of jackals and twice as argumentative. You might have to pull Jones out of a fistfight with Mr. Kirkland to get him to introduce her."
"Hey!" I interjected. "This is the Government! Aren't you supposed to be stiff and orderly?"
the men exchanged looks, and the Agent said
"Not them. Anyway, as I was telling you before, This is a very important conference, so there will be, uh, representatives from all over the world. Please do not attack them if they cuss at you, and be careful what you say. When Albert-"
he pointed to the short man,
"-walks you in, follow him." He said this all like there were highly dangerous beings in that room.
Huh… I could take them… then I remembered the exact words of Fang the night before:
"Don't spar with the incredibly powerful politicians, Max."
at the time, I was wondering why he would say something that ridiculous, but now it sorta made sense. Oops. I ruined my promise not to agree with anything Fang said for a month. I was jerked out of my thoughts when the short man creaked open the doors again and walked forward.
Okay, by now, I'm sure you're wondering what the heck was in that room, and let me tell you, so was I. Eager to see what was in the room, I walked after the man, my combat boots clicking on the floor (Dr. Martinez couldn't convince me to wear ballet flats).
What I got was a long, rectangular room, with off-white curtains half closed over huge windows. There was a ring of tables set up in the center of the room, looking like it could seat at least 50. There was a large podium at the front of the room, and again, flags adorned the walls. The people in the room, however, looked as if they belonged in a high-school cafeteria without supervision. The majority of the politicians looked like they were in their late teens. Okay, that was weird. It appeared that only about ten of the politicians were actually sitting at the table. Three blond men were in the corner, two of them trying to kill eachother in a wrestling match, and the third was smelling a rose, and occasionally making an unheard remark that seemed to get them fighting harder. The reason my attention caught on them was because the man, Albert, I remembered, was walking over to them, looking more and more helpless by the minute. Time to break up the fight, I thought. I caught up to Albert.
"Want me to break it up?" I questioned.
"Can you?" he seemed doubtful.
"Don't underestimate girls, it'll get you hurt one day." I told him as an answer.
I walked over to where the fists were flying, and grabbed a hold of the green uniform jacket of the shorter one, yanking him off the ground. He looked extremely surprised at my strength, before asking in a slightly irritated but brisk voice:
"Can you please let me go? I need to beat that git to a bloody pulp."
I looked back at Albert who hadn't seemed to get over the shock of super-human strength yet. Jeez, didn't they tell you I was a mutant bird-kid? Guess not.
Deciding to keep calm, I gave Albert a questioning look. He blinked and said:
"Arthur, please stop getting into fights with Mr. Jones, we need him to set a good example to guests at the meeting. After all, he is this year's host."
The man I was holding, Arthur, as he had been referred to scowled and muttered
"He started it. –Now can you please let me down?"
"you think you can handle having two feet on the ground again?"
"I won't give Alfred what he deserves, if that's what you mean." He scowled again, bringing my attention to his eyebrows. Angel or some other six year-old would have giggled at the sheer size of his eyebrows, but me being slightly more mature than your average first-grader, I kept my mouth shut. I dropped him on the floor, as one might an article of clothing, and he fell on the carpeted floor, but quickly picked himself up again and wandered off.
A/N: That's it for this chapter... Tell me what you think!