Cat Eyez Pt. 2
Disclaimer- As part 1 states...I do not know anyone who works for Marvel (unfortunately!) so...on with the story (I don't think this one is as good as the first one...but it sets some of the background)
...The jet must not have been made for more than two people. I would say maybe the size of a Lincoln Towncar. The guy with the blue arms let me go and I spun around quickly to see who it was. He was covered completely in blue fur. He smiled briefly and said "Please get in." What was I going to do...it was either him, or the cops? Of course, I went with the only LOGICAL choice. Blue whipped out a remote and the top opened and he jumped in. He looked at me kindly and said "I suggest we retreat at quickly as possible." I jumped in behind him and he quickly closed the top and took off just as the police were closing in.
"Thanks...a lot. Who are you, if you don't mind me asking..." I said nervously. I had just realized I had no clue who he was, and he definitely looked to me as a threat. When he smiled at me before, he bared two extremely sharp fangs, but the twinkle in his eyes made me believe he could be trusted.
"My name is Dr. Hank McCoy. I do research for many universities in New York. I was asked to pick you up by a very dear friend of mine, his name is Professor Charles Xavior and he gave me your coordinates. He said you might need a little more help than you lead anyone on to believe." He didn't say any of this abruptly and by his appearance, it wouldn't look as if he had such an expanded vocabulary.
"Yeah well, its just one of those days..." I said staring down at my hands. *I cant believe I killed him, what were you thinking Dez?* I really was not in the mood for conversation, and I was REALLY hoping he wouldn't ask anymore...
"Well, we have a while until I get you back to the mansion...we might as well get to know each other...what is your name?" He asked kindly
*Oh GOD...maybe I can just pretend I'm asleep!!!* "Des'ree Chandlerey, I'm 23, and my best friend was shot by that fat ass who I killed ...HOW IS THAT FOR GETTING TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER?!?!?!!!" I said looking at how he tensed up at me yelling "I'm sorry, its just been a stressful night, and you seem like a really nice guy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...if you wanna dump me out right here, that's fine, you don't even have to stop the plane, just open it up, and dump me out." My eyes started to brim with tears. I didn't even notice that one trickled down my face and landed on Hanks back.
"That's alright, go to sleep, it will make you feel better, hopefully. I will wake you when we get to the institute." *I'll just close my eyes for a minute* Before I knew it, I was dreaming about the most unsettling thing I could possibly be dreaming about...
(Sorry bout the language in the other story everyone! I got a little carried away! I just wanted everyone to like it)
Disclaimer- As part 1 states...I do not know anyone who works for Marvel (unfortunately!) so...on with the story (I don't think this one is as good as the first one...but it sets some of the background)
...The jet must not have been made for more than two people. I would say maybe the size of a Lincoln Towncar. The guy with the blue arms let me go and I spun around quickly to see who it was. He was covered completely in blue fur. He smiled briefly and said "Please get in." What was I going to do...it was either him, or the cops? Of course, I went with the only LOGICAL choice. Blue whipped out a remote and the top opened and he jumped in. He looked at me kindly and said "I suggest we retreat at quickly as possible." I jumped in behind him and he quickly closed the top and took off just as the police were closing in.
"Thanks...a lot. Who are you, if you don't mind me asking..." I said nervously. I had just realized I had no clue who he was, and he definitely looked to me as a threat. When he smiled at me before, he bared two extremely sharp fangs, but the twinkle in his eyes made me believe he could be trusted.
"My name is Dr. Hank McCoy. I do research for many universities in New York. I was asked to pick you up by a very dear friend of mine, his name is Professor Charles Xavior and he gave me your coordinates. He said you might need a little more help than you lead anyone on to believe." He didn't say any of this abruptly and by his appearance, it wouldn't look as if he had such an expanded vocabulary.
"Yeah well, its just one of those days..." I said staring down at my hands. *I cant believe I killed him, what were you thinking Dez?* I really was not in the mood for conversation, and I was REALLY hoping he wouldn't ask anymore...
"Well, we have a while until I get you back to the mansion...we might as well get to know each other...what is your name?" He asked kindly
*Oh GOD...maybe I can just pretend I'm asleep!!!* "Des'ree Chandlerey, I'm 23, and my best friend was shot by that fat ass who I killed ...HOW IS THAT FOR GETTING TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER?!?!?!!!" I said looking at how he tensed up at me yelling "I'm sorry, its just been a stressful night, and you seem like a really nice guy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...if you wanna dump me out right here, that's fine, you don't even have to stop the plane, just open it up, and dump me out." My eyes started to brim with tears. I didn't even notice that one trickled down my face and landed on Hanks back.
"That's alright, go to sleep, it will make you feel better, hopefully. I will wake you when we get to the institute." *I'll just close my eyes for a minute* Before I knew it, I was dreaming about the most unsettling thing I could possibly be dreaming about...
(Sorry bout the language in the other story everyone! I got a little carried away! I just wanted everyone to like it)