Midnight Mischief
Midnight, Xavier's Institute for the Gifted
Three dark figures carefully opened the door to Logan's room, thankful for the well-oiled hinges. By looking at their blurry silhouettes, one could determine that the trio consisted of two boys and a girl. The girl carried a small bag in their hands, where the clinking noise of glass-against-glass could be heard.
Hours earlier, at dinner, a tablet of an unknown substance had been slipped into Logan's drink. As long as he was awake, the tablet had no noticeable effects. When he fell asleep, however, his senses became completely useless. With this in mind, one of the boys pulled out a very powerful magnet. He placed it at Logan's knuckles and turned it on. Almost instantly, three adamantium claws lid out with a snikt! Hearing the noise, the trio froze, listening to see if the noise had awakened anyone. Satisfied that it had not, they repeated the action on the other hand.
Next, the girl reached a gloved hand into the bag she was carrying. Out of it she pulled an assortment of glass vials and they set to work.
The Next Morning….
"I can't wait until he wakes-"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
"Looks like you don't have to wait all that long, Rogue," Bobby told her, as Logan's yell echoed through the halls.
When Wolverine had woken up, he stumbled into the bathroom in a sleepy stupor, splashing ice water onto his face in an effort to wake himself up.
It didn't work.
What the heck happened last night? he thought. I'm never like this in the mornings. Shrugging the thought off, he reached into his cabinet that sat over the sink, searching blindly for a razor. Finding none, he thought, Looks like we're gonna have to do this the old fashioned way, and extended one of his claws. That was what made him yell.
Presently, he was barreling down the staircase, pushing all he came across out of the way. He ran into the kitchen and held up both sets of claw, nearly foaming at the mouth.
"WHO THE HELL DID THIS?!" He yelled. His claws had been painted all the colours of the rainbow. With nail polish.
"No, let me rephrase that. WHOSE IDEA WAS IT?!" He pointed at Bobby, Rogue, and John, who were trying to hold back their laughter, and failing. Instantly, they sobered up, knowing they had been caught.
"It was Rogue/Bobby/John!" they all yelled at once, pointing at different people. Then they stared at each other, and froze, the trio staring at each other, Logan staring at each of them.
All at once, they leapt from their seats and ran for their lives, out of the Mansion and into the woods, laughing hysterically.
"GET THE HELL BACK HERE! YOU'RE ALL GONNA PAY!" And with that, Logan chased after them.
Word Count: 471
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