I watched the scene before me with wide eyes. Logan was getting his ass kicked, and I could do nothing to help him. This is where I hate the world that I live in, because the world that would accept me, was fiction. X-Men had tuned into my favorite movie over the passed few months, I had all the one that were out, 1, 2, 3, Origins, and First Class.
My body relaxed as I moved around to get comfortable on my sofa, turning it up. I had just gotten comfortable as the screen froze. "Damnit, did I seriously get a scratch on the disk?" I cried, getting to my feet and heading to the DVD player. "God this sucks!" As my hand reached for the player, it vanished. I looked at where my hand should have been, then happened to glance up at the screen, there was my hand, in teh TV.
"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed, moving to back up. Me being the clumsy person I am, tripped the other way, falling inot eh DVD player, and straight into the movie.
"Who the hell are you?" Wolverine demanded, his claws sliding out.
