Divine inspiration
By Todd fan
Dislaimer - Most of the characters in this fic are owned by WB and Stan Lee. I only own a very small few of them, you should be able to tell which ones are mine, well by now anyhow. I don't own channel five, its a British Tv channel. I don't own Egypitan mythology AT ALL. In fact, i don't know very much about it, so if i get something wrong, please point it out nicley. But please don't shout at me :)
Okay people, as promised, this is the second story of the 'Sidney chronicles'. Yes more from out favorite feline mutant. If you are new to the world of fanfiction.net, welcome. I warn you all now though, if you want to understand this fic, you really should read my first fic 'I turn to you', 'cause otherwise, you'll be so lost, you'll need a compass.
Good news, i can finally see season two episodes over here. There on a sunday morning show, its been going on for weeks, and i didn't even know! Oh god, now i'm writing in verse... Anyway, to get to a point, i will soon have season two characters in my fics, maybe not this one, but once i have a good idea about the characters, they will be in. I've only seen 'Growing Pains' yet.
And now, on with the show:
Chapter one - A simple exchange.
She sat at her table outside the cafe and sighed. She looked at her watch, he was running late. She drummed her fingernails on the tables surface, staring at her now cold cup of tea. She looked out at the coast around her, it really was a beautifull place to live. She had left her home to live in Britain a few months ago and, though she hadn't lived there long, she loved it. Her name was Alice Clearwater, well, it was now, she told herself, it was just one of the many names she went by. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with sea air and sighed. She was brought out of her trance by the sight of a rather plump and shady looking man jogging over to her. He was terribly out of breath and was wheezing, he'd obviously rushed to meet her. She waved her hand in the air so he could see where she was. He nodded to her and walked over, collapsing in a spare chair at her table. "I'm sorry i'm late Miss Clearwater", he said, "the traffic was murder". "I don't have time for petty excuses", said Alice, her English accent came out strong, "do you have it?". "You don't get anythin' until i see my payment", said the man. Alice rolled her eyes. They were all the same, penny pinching, money grabbing idiots. But they got the job done at least. Alice reached into her handbag and put a brown paper envelope on the table. The man grabbed it greedily and opened it, pulling out a handfull of money. He gave a little laugh and began thumbing through it. "It's all there", said Alice, "three hundred thousand pounds, every penny". The man still counted it when he was done, he gave a satified nod and pocketed the cash. "Now where is it Frankie?", asked Alice, starting to loose her paticence. Frankie stood up and laughed. "Well it was lovely doin' buisness with you Miss, but consider the deal off", he said starting to walk away, "i decided that the pretty stick could get a much higer buyer elsewhere". "Really?", said Alice, with a smirk on her face, "pitty you didn't copperate with me Frankie, you could have made a lot more than that pocket money. Oh well". With that she clicked her fingers, out of nowhere a huge dog came stalking up, growling. Frankie stared at it in terror, it was then he realised it wasn't a dog, it was a wolf!. He gave a shout of surprise and terror and bolted, running as fast as he could, the wolf hot on his trail. He smiled when he saw the entrance to the park, he could loose thing in there. But suddenly a tiger appeared from out of the bushes, blocking the entrance to the park. Other visitors screamed in terror and started to run around like headless chickens. The tiger ignored them completely, it's eyes were set on Frankie, it gave a low threatening growl. Frankie started to back away from the tiger, his eyes wide with fear. Behind him he heard another growl. Frankie turned around slowly, it was the wolf, its hackles raised, its teeth bared. From the crowd, Alice walked up, as she passed the wolf, she patted it on the head. "Frankie, Frankie, Frankie", she said, shaking her head, "you really should have known not to run away from me". "Here take it", said Frankie in a panicked voice, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a long elongated shape covered in newspaper, "take it but please, don't hurt me. I'm beggin' you, as a human bein'". "You see, thats where i have a problem", said Alice, "i'm not a human being". With that she clicked her fingers and the tiger and wolf advanced on Frankie. "No, no, please", Frankie screamed. His voice was soon drowned out by the shouts and screams of the crowd as the animals brought him down. After a while, the man fell silent. Alice walked over and gingerly pushed Frankie's body with her foot. "He's dead", she said to the animals, "come on, lets go before the police show up". The animals seemed to nod their heads and followed Alice away into an alleyway. Within seconds, the police had arived, cop cars all over the place, sirens blaring. A few horrifed onlookers pointed to the alleyway where Alice and the animals had fled. The officer in charge gave the signal to his squad to follow him, guns ready. He got close to the alleyway entrance and took a deep breath, he took his gun off the safety catch and swiftly turned into the alleyway. "Police freeze!", he shouted. Then he gased in shock. The alleyway was empty. It ran into a dead end, so there was no way out other than the way he had just come in, with the exception of a fourty foot wall on either side, but no one could climb that. The officer looked around baffled, he couldn't figure this one out at all. As he ordered his squad to check around for clues, he looked up at the wall again. On top of the wall there were three pigeons, cooing and acting..well..like pigeons. The man wrinkled his nose at the birds, he hated pigeons. They suddenly took to the sky, appearing to be carrying a stick between them. "Stupid birds", he muttered, then continued on his search.
A few hours later reporters were all over the site. One of them was stood by a wall in the alley, fluffing up her hair. "Your on in five", started the cameraman, "four, three". He made the two and one sign with his hands then pointed at the woman. "This is Dinane Thomason reporting for channel five news", she said, in a serious reporter voice, "i am here at the scene of a horific murder which took place early this afternoon. One Frank 'Frankie' Holtz was brutally attacked then killed by a tiger and a wolf, who appeared to be under the control of one Miss Alice Clearwater. The murderer and her animals ran into this very alley before it apears disapearing into thin air. Police are baffled. The victim was found with a large ammount of money on his person, the police refuse to dislose exactly how much. Was Alice Clearwater after this money?. Lets speak to officer John Calloway who was at the.....". Buzz. A 16 year old boy flicked the televison off. He looked up to a girl the same age as him who was sitting at a table in the small ground-floor flat which was their current abode, she looked thouroughly engrosed in something lying on the table. "I have got to admit sis", he said, standing up and walking over to her, "you did real good. Mother would have been proud. But was it worth it for...a stick?". The girl looked up, her blue eyes blazing. "It isn't a stick you idiot!", she said, "its a sistrum". "Whatever", said the boy with a shrug, "it looks like a stick to me Dop". "Its from ancient Egypt Mimic", said Dopleganger, rolling her eyes, "its thousands of years old". "Okay, its a really old stick", said Mimic, walking over to the fridge and starting to rummage around in it,. "This 'stick' is said to have been owned by the cat godess herself", said Dopleganger, touching it gently, "if this is truly Bastet's sistrum. Well....". "It'd be worth alot more than you paid for it?", asked Mimic, looking up from the fridge. "No...i mean yes..oh that isn't the point", said Dopleganger throwing her hands in the air, "it would give us so much power..We could become, all powerfull, we could control many things we could even...become imortal!". "And then we can bust our dear little brother out of that prison he was cast in", came a voice from the corner of the room. "Geez Imitate, how long have you been lurking there?", said Mimic, holding a hand to his chest. "A few hours", said Imitate with a shrug. "Your brooding again aren't you?", said Dopleganger, more of a statement than a question, "you'll get your revenge in time you know". "Yes, i know", said Imitate with a sigh, "have you deciphered the hyroglyphs yet Dop?". "I'm working on it", said Dopleganger, looking it over, "its very complicated". "Well work on it faster", said Imitate, "the sooner we get out of this dump, the better. You were sure not to leave any clues to our whereabouts on the body?". "No", said Dopleganger irritably, " you should know, you WERE there, oh fearless tiger leader". Imitate narrowed his eyes at his sister before turning to face his brother. "Mimic, did you ensure that dear miss Alice Clearwater will wake up in time for her arrest?", he said with an evil grin. "Oh yeah", said Mimic with a smug smile, "the 'anonymous tipster' aka me. Told the police that she was hiding underneath the pier, they'll find her soon enough. She should wake from her hypnotism when the police arrive. It wish i could see her face when she's convicted of a murder she didn't commit". "Good", said Imitate, clapping his hands, "and bravo to our stunning actress who got miss Clearwater's personaility down to a tea". "I only did it for the sistrum", muttered Dopleganger, "you know i don't approve of all this killing". "Don't be such a wimp", said Mimic, taking a bite out of a sandwich, "you want to get Pickles out don't you?". "Of course i do", said Dopleganger defensivley, "he's our little brother!. I'm not going to abondon him. But one thing i do want to know is what sort of revenge are you planning Imitate?. You have been brooding about those mutants since....'the accident'". "It was no accident", spat Imitate, "they murdered our mother and i will get my revenge. Starting with that horrid little housecat, she will be the first to fall, mark my words. Now get to work dechipering Dop, even if it takes us a week, we are going to dicover what is writen on that stick". "Easy for you to say", said Doplegenger, "all you have to do is sit there and watch me do all the work.". "Just get on with it".
While this was going on, the trio were unaware they were being watched by a small black cat sitting on the windowsill. The cat narrowed it's eyes at the triplets, and the sistrum the girl was examining. The cat gave a low growl and hopped off the windowsill, starting to move away from the building. It stared up and the sign on the building, as if it was trying to note the name and street it was on. Satified, the cat trotted down the street with it's tail in the air, it rounded a street corner and padded out onto the beach. It looked around for a second before seeing what it wanted, a hotdog vendor was selling his food on the beach, there weren't many tourists this time of day, so buisness was slow. The cat padded towards him, sat by his leg, mewed and waited patiently. The vendor looked down in surprise, but smiled when he saw the cat. "Well hello there my fine freind", he said, reaching down and stroking the cat between it's ears, "what have you been up to today?". The cat purred contentedly. "I bet your hungry", said the vendor with a smile, "the usual?". The cat gave a mew and licked its lips. Cats never really like to do tricks, only if it is to their own advantage. Cats much prefer to train humans, and the cat had got this particular human very well trained. The vendor gave a loud laugh and reached into his cart, pulling out a hot dog sausage. "Here you go my friend", he said with a grin, "be carefull, its hot". The cat gulped it down and gave a purr of gratitude, rubbing arcoss the man's legs. The man chuckled and gave the cat a pat on the head. "Now off with you, before you get me fired", he said with a laugh. The cat duly trotted off down the beach, at least it had fed now. It shortly came to a cave and walked in, its eyes glowing in the dark. It followed the darkened route for a while before it saw a shaft of light which told it that it had reached it's destination. The cat clambered out of the small hole to come out in a different part of town. Nearby stood a public museum, the door remained wide open. The cat slowly snuck through the door and walked purpousfully through the building, it knew exactly where it was going. The cat finally came to a stop at the ancient Egypt exibit. One of the cases was empty with a sign explaining that the exhibit had been stolen, and asked the public to come forward with any imfortaion about its whereabouts. The cat knew this was the sistrum, it had known for a long time. Suddenly it felt itself being picked up and carried out of the museum by a pair of rough hands. "No cats allowed", said a hard voice, throwing the cat out into the street. The cat gave a low growl before trotting off again. It soon past a group of stray moggies who were fighting over a scrap of meat. The cats instantly stopped squabling as the cat past and lay low to the ground. Anyone who was watching and didn't know better would say they wre bowing, but people were much more sensible than that, cats didn't bow. The cat walked past the others of it's kind with an air of authority before turning into a different alleyway where a box lay filled with blankets. It was gratefull for the old ladies that seemed to adore putting these boxes all over town for strays, and it climbed into the box and lay down. Now all it had to do was bide its time and wait. It had waited for a long time, and it could now feel it's time getting close.
So what do you think for the first chapter?. I bet you didn't expect to see the triplets again did ya?. He he. Well remember that all reviews are aknowleged and reviewers will be given praise and thanks, theres nothing like knowing what the people think. Until next time then...
By Todd fan
Dislaimer - Most of the characters in this fic are owned by WB and Stan Lee. I only own a very small few of them, you should be able to tell which ones are mine, well by now anyhow. I don't own channel five, its a British Tv channel. I don't own Egypitan mythology AT ALL. In fact, i don't know very much about it, so if i get something wrong, please point it out nicley. But please don't shout at me :)
Okay people, as promised, this is the second story of the 'Sidney chronicles'. Yes more from out favorite feline mutant. If you are new to the world of fanfiction.net, welcome. I warn you all now though, if you want to understand this fic, you really should read my first fic 'I turn to you', 'cause otherwise, you'll be so lost, you'll need a compass.
Good news, i can finally see season two episodes over here. There on a sunday morning show, its been going on for weeks, and i didn't even know! Oh god, now i'm writing in verse... Anyway, to get to a point, i will soon have season two characters in my fics, maybe not this one, but once i have a good idea about the characters, they will be in. I've only seen 'Growing Pains' yet.
And now, on with the show:
Chapter one - A simple exchange.
She sat at her table outside the cafe and sighed. She looked at her watch, he was running late. She drummed her fingernails on the tables surface, staring at her now cold cup of tea. She looked out at the coast around her, it really was a beautifull place to live. She had left her home to live in Britain a few months ago and, though she hadn't lived there long, she loved it. Her name was Alice Clearwater, well, it was now, she told herself, it was just one of the many names she went by. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with sea air and sighed. She was brought out of her trance by the sight of a rather plump and shady looking man jogging over to her. He was terribly out of breath and was wheezing, he'd obviously rushed to meet her. She waved her hand in the air so he could see where she was. He nodded to her and walked over, collapsing in a spare chair at her table. "I'm sorry i'm late Miss Clearwater", he said, "the traffic was murder". "I don't have time for petty excuses", said Alice, her English accent came out strong, "do you have it?". "You don't get anythin' until i see my payment", said the man. Alice rolled her eyes. They were all the same, penny pinching, money grabbing idiots. But they got the job done at least. Alice reached into her handbag and put a brown paper envelope on the table. The man grabbed it greedily and opened it, pulling out a handfull of money. He gave a little laugh and began thumbing through it. "It's all there", said Alice, "three hundred thousand pounds, every penny". The man still counted it when he was done, he gave a satified nod and pocketed the cash. "Now where is it Frankie?", asked Alice, starting to loose her paticence. Frankie stood up and laughed. "Well it was lovely doin' buisness with you Miss, but consider the deal off", he said starting to walk away, "i decided that the pretty stick could get a much higer buyer elsewhere". "Really?", said Alice, with a smirk on her face, "pitty you didn't copperate with me Frankie, you could have made a lot more than that pocket money. Oh well". With that she clicked her fingers, out of nowhere a huge dog came stalking up, growling. Frankie stared at it in terror, it was then he realised it wasn't a dog, it was a wolf!. He gave a shout of surprise and terror and bolted, running as fast as he could, the wolf hot on his trail. He smiled when he saw the entrance to the park, he could loose thing in there. But suddenly a tiger appeared from out of the bushes, blocking the entrance to the park. Other visitors screamed in terror and started to run around like headless chickens. The tiger ignored them completely, it's eyes were set on Frankie, it gave a low threatening growl. Frankie started to back away from the tiger, his eyes wide with fear. Behind him he heard another growl. Frankie turned around slowly, it was the wolf, its hackles raised, its teeth bared. From the crowd, Alice walked up, as she passed the wolf, she patted it on the head. "Frankie, Frankie, Frankie", she said, shaking her head, "you really should have known not to run away from me". "Here take it", said Frankie in a panicked voice, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a long elongated shape covered in newspaper, "take it but please, don't hurt me. I'm beggin' you, as a human bein'". "You see, thats where i have a problem", said Alice, "i'm not a human being". With that she clicked her fingers and the tiger and wolf advanced on Frankie. "No, no, please", Frankie screamed. His voice was soon drowned out by the shouts and screams of the crowd as the animals brought him down. After a while, the man fell silent. Alice walked over and gingerly pushed Frankie's body with her foot. "He's dead", she said to the animals, "come on, lets go before the police show up". The animals seemed to nod their heads and followed Alice away into an alleyway. Within seconds, the police had arived, cop cars all over the place, sirens blaring. A few horrifed onlookers pointed to the alleyway where Alice and the animals had fled. The officer in charge gave the signal to his squad to follow him, guns ready. He got close to the alleyway entrance and took a deep breath, he took his gun off the safety catch and swiftly turned into the alleyway. "Police freeze!", he shouted. Then he gased in shock. The alleyway was empty. It ran into a dead end, so there was no way out other than the way he had just come in, with the exception of a fourty foot wall on either side, but no one could climb that. The officer looked around baffled, he couldn't figure this one out at all. As he ordered his squad to check around for clues, he looked up at the wall again. On top of the wall there were three pigeons, cooing and acting..well..like pigeons. The man wrinkled his nose at the birds, he hated pigeons. They suddenly took to the sky, appearing to be carrying a stick between them. "Stupid birds", he muttered, then continued on his search.
A few hours later reporters were all over the site. One of them was stood by a wall in the alley, fluffing up her hair. "Your on in five", started the cameraman, "four, three". He made the two and one sign with his hands then pointed at the woman. "This is Dinane Thomason reporting for channel five news", she said, in a serious reporter voice, "i am here at the scene of a horific murder which took place early this afternoon. One Frank 'Frankie' Holtz was brutally attacked then killed by a tiger and a wolf, who appeared to be under the control of one Miss Alice Clearwater. The murderer and her animals ran into this very alley before it apears disapearing into thin air. Police are baffled. The victim was found with a large ammount of money on his person, the police refuse to dislose exactly how much. Was Alice Clearwater after this money?. Lets speak to officer John Calloway who was at the.....". Buzz. A 16 year old boy flicked the televison off. He looked up to a girl the same age as him who was sitting at a table in the small ground-floor flat which was their current abode, she looked thouroughly engrosed in something lying on the table. "I have got to admit sis", he said, standing up and walking over to her, "you did real good. Mother would have been proud. But was it worth it for...a stick?". The girl looked up, her blue eyes blazing. "It isn't a stick you idiot!", she said, "its a sistrum". "Whatever", said the boy with a shrug, "it looks like a stick to me Dop". "Its from ancient Egypt Mimic", said Dopleganger, rolling her eyes, "its thousands of years old". "Okay, its a really old stick", said Mimic, walking over to the fridge and starting to rummage around in it,. "This 'stick' is said to have been owned by the cat godess herself", said Dopleganger, touching it gently, "if this is truly Bastet's sistrum. Well....". "It'd be worth alot more than you paid for it?", asked Mimic, looking up from the fridge. "No...i mean yes..oh that isn't the point", said Dopleganger throwing her hands in the air, "it would give us so much power..We could become, all powerfull, we could control many things we could even...become imortal!". "And then we can bust our dear little brother out of that prison he was cast in", came a voice from the corner of the room. "Geez Imitate, how long have you been lurking there?", said Mimic, holding a hand to his chest. "A few hours", said Imitate with a shrug. "Your brooding again aren't you?", said Dopleganger, more of a statement than a question, "you'll get your revenge in time you know". "Yes, i know", said Imitate with a sigh, "have you deciphered the hyroglyphs yet Dop?". "I'm working on it", said Dopleganger, looking it over, "its very complicated". "Well work on it faster", said Imitate, "the sooner we get out of this dump, the better. You were sure not to leave any clues to our whereabouts on the body?". "No", said Dopleganger irritably, " you should know, you WERE there, oh fearless tiger leader". Imitate narrowed his eyes at his sister before turning to face his brother. "Mimic, did you ensure that dear miss Alice Clearwater will wake up in time for her arrest?", he said with an evil grin. "Oh yeah", said Mimic with a smug smile, "the 'anonymous tipster' aka me. Told the police that she was hiding underneath the pier, they'll find her soon enough. She should wake from her hypnotism when the police arrive. It wish i could see her face when she's convicted of a murder she didn't commit". "Good", said Imitate, clapping his hands, "and bravo to our stunning actress who got miss Clearwater's personaility down to a tea". "I only did it for the sistrum", muttered Dopleganger, "you know i don't approve of all this killing". "Don't be such a wimp", said Mimic, taking a bite out of a sandwich, "you want to get Pickles out don't you?". "Of course i do", said Dopleganger defensivley, "he's our little brother!. I'm not going to abondon him. But one thing i do want to know is what sort of revenge are you planning Imitate?. You have been brooding about those mutants since....'the accident'". "It was no accident", spat Imitate, "they murdered our mother and i will get my revenge. Starting with that horrid little housecat, she will be the first to fall, mark my words. Now get to work dechipering Dop, even if it takes us a week, we are going to dicover what is writen on that stick". "Easy for you to say", said Doplegenger, "all you have to do is sit there and watch me do all the work.". "Just get on with it".
While this was going on, the trio were unaware they were being watched by a small black cat sitting on the windowsill. The cat narrowed it's eyes at the triplets, and the sistrum the girl was examining. The cat gave a low growl and hopped off the windowsill, starting to move away from the building. It stared up and the sign on the building, as if it was trying to note the name and street it was on. Satified, the cat trotted down the street with it's tail in the air, it rounded a street corner and padded out onto the beach. It looked around for a second before seeing what it wanted, a hotdog vendor was selling his food on the beach, there weren't many tourists this time of day, so buisness was slow. The cat padded towards him, sat by his leg, mewed and waited patiently. The vendor looked down in surprise, but smiled when he saw the cat. "Well hello there my fine freind", he said, reaching down and stroking the cat between it's ears, "what have you been up to today?". The cat purred contentedly. "I bet your hungry", said the vendor with a smile, "the usual?". The cat gave a mew and licked its lips. Cats never really like to do tricks, only if it is to their own advantage. Cats much prefer to train humans, and the cat had got this particular human very well trained. The vendor gave a loud laugh and reached into his cart, pulling out a hot dog sausage. "Here you go my friend", he said with a grin, "be carefull, its hot". The cat gulped it down and gave a purr of gratitude, rubbing arcoss the man's legs. The man chuckled and gave the cat a pat on the head. "Now off with you, before you get me fired", he said with a laugh. The cat duly trotted off down the beach, at least it had fed now. It shortly came to a cave and walked in, its eyes glowing in the dark. It followed the darkened route for a while before it saw a shaft of light which told it that it had reached it's destination. The cat clambered out of the small hole to come out in a different part of town. Nearby stood a public museum, the door remained wide open. The cat slowly snuck through the door and walked purpousfully through the building, it knew exactly where it was going. The cat finally came to a stop at the ancient Egypt exibit. One of the cases was empty with a sign explaining that the exhibit had been stolen, and asked the public to come forward with any imfortaion about its whereabouts. The cat knew this was the sistrum, it had known for a long time. Suddenly it felt itself being picked up and carried out of the museum by a pair of rough hands. "No cats allowed", said a hard voice, throwing the cat out into the street. The cat gave a low growl before trotting off again. It soon past a group of stray moggies who were fighting over a scrap of meat. The cats instantly stopped squabling as the cat past and lay low to the ground. Anyone who was watching and didn't know better would say they wre bowing, but people were much more sensible than that, cats didn't bow. The cat walked past the others of it's kind with an air of authority before turning into a different alleyway where a box lay filled with blankets. It was gratefull for the old ladies that seemed to adore putting these boxes all over town for strays, and it climbed into the box and lay down. Now all it had to do was bide its time and wait. It had waited for a long time, and it could now feel it's time getting close.
So what do you think for the first chapter?. I bet you didn't expect to see the triplets again did ya?. He he. Well remember that all reviews are aknowleged and reviewers will be given praise and thanks, theres nothing like knowing what the people think. Until next time then...