Hello everyone! (Or no one... ) I just had this really, REALLY random idea... what if I took quotes and fitted them into funny X-Men: Evolution scenes? Remember, this is just a sudden fit I decided I must do... it hasn't been Beta-read or anything (well, none of my stories have, so...). If you hate it, then you don't have to read it- this is just a bit of fun. If there's something wrong, please tell me; I'd like to grow as a writer, just like everyone else, but I need help... :) If you read this or anything, please review- makes me smile. :)
DISCLAIMER: I seriously own nothing- not x-men evo, not the quotes, just the idea... sad. :(
Chapter 1: Randomness Starting
Guns don't kill people. People kill people.
Bobby and the other students of the Xavier Institute were tired. They had just come back from another mission about foiling the Brotherhood- again. As soon as the jet had touched down, Bobby had stumbled blindly, half asleep, into the living room and onto the couch. Scott had flicked on the TV to some boring speech about peace, which apparently was very important to the world.
Well, so was just about every other dull debate that aired, in Scott's opinion. Not Bobby's, though—he definitely preferred other stuff. Stuff that you could actually enjoy.
"Pay attention!" Scott snapped. Everyone was short of temper right now, including Scott Summers. Bobby bothered to lift his head enough to hear the next part.
"-and, to quote... blah blah blah... the international trade society... blah blah... mutants... blah blah blah... media... blah blah blah …... to quote a famous person ….. blah blah... Guns don't kill people... people kill people... blah blah blah..."
Mostly a bunch of pointless blabbering; when it came to complicated matters, the words always seemed to blend together, like snow turning into slush—once crystal clear, pure white, then a muddy mess.
Wait a second—did someone mention guns? Bobby glanced back at the TV, where the quote was blaring on the screen.
Guns don't kill people. People kill people. Wait a second...
That was the precise moment when Bobby got his Idea.
And Bobby getting ideas... well, last time it involved rainbow cornflake sculptures of dragons that breathed chocolate pudding...
Yes, Bobby getting ideas never was a good thing for his classmates...
But wait until they saw his Idea...
Lightbulb
Scott was just walking down the staircase, on his way to breakfast, when he spotted a giant ice sculpture blocking the door. Of course—Drake couldn't let it rest for one day, could he?! Right then, his patience snapped. He had had enough.
"BOBBY!" Scott screamed, rattling the windows. A figure completely coated in ice confidently slid down the stairs. Immediately, Scott began lecturing the younger boy on the dangers of ice, how someone could get hurt...
All Bobby heard, of course, was a bunch of blabbering mixed in with a few exciting words such as "ice" or "winter" or "fun". He wished Scott would stop. Then he remembered his Idea...
"BAM!" Bobby shouted, pointing a 'finger' gun at Scott. Scott's eyebrows knit together it confusion. "Oops... I guess shouting pow probably isn't going to work either..."
With that, Bobby created a gun out of ice. Loaded with ice bullets, of course.
POW! POW! BANG! BOOM!
Loud shots rang throughout the room. When the torrent of shooting finally ceased, Scott was lying under a pile of snow that had avalanched through the bathroom floor, with a very angry looking Jean staring down.
That was really dumb. Oh well. Forgive me. :(
-flying feather scribbles
PS still review though!
