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There is no Spoon
Chapter 2
I Am Thomas Anderson
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Neo walked up the path leading up to the mansion where he hoped to find refuge. He herd a strange metallic grinding and turned around to find himself looking down the barrel of a huge laser gun.
Just as it fired, Neo bent back as far as his body would let him. He did this faster that the beam of pure energy that was directed at him from the gun.
The machine fired again and again, but still to no avail.
When he pulled himself up, he held up his hands and the machine began to spark and crackle.
Then it blew up.
' Wow.'
' How the hell did I do that?'
Neo turned around to find himself looking down the barrels of many, many laser guns.
He held up his hand and all of them blew up. Debris and pieces of scorched earth flew threw the air. A few hit Neo in his chest. He looked down to find a particularly sharp piece of metal sticking out of his chest.
He pulled it out, looked at the wound, then looked at the door of the mansion, and knew what he had to do.
He had to knock and apologize for ruining their lawn.
And possibly ask for a Band-Aid.
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I was sitting at the table gazing at Jean. God, she is so beautiful! I could have sworn her hair was glowing a special kind of red light. I finally tore my eyes away from the angel across the table and looked in the direction of some noise I herd. The noise was giggling.
" What's so funny, Kurt?"
" Nozzing big bruther Scott. *snicker* I was just betting Jubilee that you couldn't take your eyes of Jean for another 2 minutes!"
" Pay up, blue boy."
" Fine. Here you go."
{ Everyone to the main lobby now. I repeat, everyone to the main lobby now }
" What was that about?"
" Lets go see!"
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Neo was standing at the door just about to collapse, when Hank McCoy caught him just in time. He pulled out a small tape recorder, clicked the 'record' button, and began speaking softly into it.
" Patient is a Caucasian male, possibly 125 pounds to 200 pounds. Looks sickly and extremely disoriented. Subject doesn't seem to have eaten in days."
" Am I in heaven?"
" Um. . . no. You're in the Xaivier Institute for Gifted Youngsters."
Hank McCoy whispered a small note into his recorder. " Seems to be HIGHLY disoriented. Also note the foreign body in the chest."
" How come you're blue?"
" Um. . . I am a mutant. Don't worry, I am not going to harm you. I want to help."
" Great. I do have one question, though."
" Yes?"
" What's a 'mutant'?"
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" Like, who is that guy?"
" Shhhhh, kitty."
" Oops. Sorry. So who is he?"
" I don't know."
" Just read his mind"
" I cant do that unless he says its okay. You know that."
" Oh, like, right. I remember."
" Don't be so nosy."
" I'm not nosy!"
" Shhh. Yes you are."
" I AM NOT!"
" If you ladies want to know my name so badly, just ask."
At this point, Neo thought the small brunet teenager was going to explode. Or at least rupture something. Her face was probably the deepest shade of red he had ever seen and a young girl.
" Sorry. Like, what's your name?"
" I am Thomas Anderson. And yours?"
" Like, I'm Kitty Pryde and this is Jean Gray."
" Pleased to meet you. I have to ask, though, what is this place? It must be something good. Your lawn attacked me."
" Sorry to interrupt, but I have to get Mr. Anderson to the infirmary right away."
" Okay Mr. McCoy."
" Infirmary? Is this some kind of Military base?"
" Hardly. Right this way, Mr. Anderson."
" Thank you."
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Logan stood across the room, unnoticed by anyone, glaring at the stranger. The glare was not just a curious stare. It was a glare of hate. A glare of loathing. It was as if Logan's worst enemy had just walked through the door, instead of some stranger who didn't even know what a mutant was.
Logan took a look out the window. The ground was scorched, as were the flower beds and all of the trees. Pieces and gears of the mansions defenses lay scattered across the lawn.
' Cleaning the lawn up tomorrow is going to be LOADS of fun!' Logan thought sarcastically.
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" THIS IS YOUR INFIRMARY?!?" Neo asked with sheer astonishment.
"This whole place must be some kind of hospital! Tell me, when you fix me, how much do I owe you?"
" Nothing."
" NOTHING?!?"
" Please, Mr. Anderson, I understand that you are going through some emotional issues right now, but please try to keep control of your voice."
" Sorry."
" Its all right."
" How can you afford all of this?"
" Who? Me? I don't own the mansion. In fact, the man who does is right here! Hello Professor."
" Hello Beast. And hello to you. My name is Charles Xaivier and I own this institute."
" You mean this is a school?"
" Well, yes. Tell me, what is your position on prop. 72?"
" Prop. 72?"
" Yes. The Mutant Registration Act."
" Again, I don't have any clue as to what a 'mutant' is."
" A mutant is a person who is born with great abilities, such as yourself."
" I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that I was a mutant."
" I witnessed your extraordinary abilities out on the lawn."
" Oh, that. Listen, I apologize for all of the damage I ca-"
" Its all right. I would like to congratulate you for getting past our defenses. That is no easy task. As such, I would like to welcome you to my institute. I'm afraid I cant give you a tour in this condition, but maybe tomorrow I can give you the grand tour."
" You're a very kind man, Professor Xaivier."
" Thank you. I want you to get some rest. Now if you please, could you get to sleep, or would you like some sleeping pills to help you?"
" I think I'm fine, thanks."
" All right. Goodnight, Mr. Anderson."
" Goodnight, professor Xaivier. And you too, Dr. McCoy."
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Professor Xaivier and Hank McCoy were moving down the hall and talking in hushed voices about their new visitor.
" Charles, do you really think it wise to let a perfect stranger come and sleep in the infirmary?"
" Do we really have a choice? What if it was you? Hank, you know my institute is welcome to anyone."
" Well, if you say so Professor."
" Goodnight, Hank."
" Goodnight, Professor."
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There is no Spoon
Chapter 2
I Am Thomas Anderson
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Neo walked up the path leading up to the mansion where he hoped to find refuge. He herd a strange metallic grinding and turned around to find himself looking down the barrel of a huge laser gun.
Just as it fired, Neo bent back as far as his body would let him. He did this faster that the beam of pure energy that was directed at him from the gun.
The machine fired again and again, but still to no avail.
When he pulled himself up, he held up his hands and the machine began to spark and crackle.
Then it blew up.
' Wow.'
' How the hell did I do that?'
Neo turned around to find himself looking down the barrels of many, many laser guns.
He held up his hand and all of them blew up. Debris and pieces of scorched earth flew threw the air. A few hit Neo in his chest. He looked down to find a particularly sharp piece of metal sticking out of his chest.
He pulled it out, looked at the wound, then looked at the door of the mansion, and knew what he had to do.
He had to knock and apologize for ruining their lawn.
And possibly ask for a Band-Aid.
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
I was sitting at the table gazing at Jean. God, she is so beautiful! I could have sworn her hair was glowing a special kind of red light. I finally tore my eyes away from the angel across the table and looked in the direction of some noise I herd. The noise was giggling.
" What's so funny, Kurt?"
" Nozzing big bruther Scott. *snicker* I was just betting Jubilee that you couldn't take your eyes of Jean for another 2 minutes!"
" Pay up, blue boy."
" Fine. Here you go."
{ Everyone to the main lobby now. I repeat, everyone to the main lobby now }
" What was that about?"
" Lets go see!"
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
Neo was standing at the door just about to collapse, when Hank McCoy caught him just in time. He pulled out a small tape recorder, clicked the 'record' button, and began speaking softly into it.
" Patient is a Caucasian male, possibly 125 pounds to 200 pounds. Looks sickly and extremely disoriented. Subject doesn't seem to have eaten in days."
" Am I in heaven?"
" Um. . . no. You're in the Xaivier Institute for Gifted Youngsters."
Hank McCoy whispered a small note into his recorder. " Seems to be HIGHLY disoriented. Also note the foreign body in the chest."
" How come you're blue?"
" Um. . . I am a mutant. Don't worry, I am not going to harm you. I want to help."
" Great. I do have one question, though."
" Yes?"
" What's a 'mutant'?"
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" Like, who is that guy?"
" Shhhhh, kitty."
" Oops. Sorry. So who is he?"
" I don't know."
" Just read his mind"
" I cant do that unless he says its okay. You know that."
" Oh, like, right. I remember."
" Don't be so nosy."
" I'm not nosy!"
" Shhh. Yes you are."
" I AM NOT!"
" If you ladies want to know my name so badly, just ask."
At this point, Neo thought the small brunet teenager was going to explode. Or at least rupture something. Her face was probably the deepest shade of red he had ever seen and a young girl.
" Sorry. Like, what's your name?"
" I am Thomas Anderson. And yours?"
" Like, I'm Kitty Pryde and this is Jean Gray."
" Pleased to meet you. I have to ask, though, what is this place? It must be something good. Your lawn attacked me."
" Sorry to interrupt, but I have to get Mr. Anderson to the infirmary right away."
" Okay Mr. McCoy."
" Infirmary? Is this some kind of Military base?"
" Hardly. Right this way, Mr. Anderson."
" Thank you."
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Logan stood across the room, unnoticed by anyone, glaring at the stranger. The glare was not just a curious stare. It was a glare of hate. A glare of loathing. It was as if Logan's worst enemy had just walked through the door, instead of some stranger who didn't even know what a mutant was.
Logan took a look out the window. The ground was scorched, as were the flower beds and all of the trees. Pieces and gears of the mansions defenses lay scattered across the lawn.
' Cleaning the lawn up tomorrow is going to be LOADS of fun!' Logan thought sarcastically.
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
" THIS IS YOUR INFIRMARY?!?" Neo asked with sheer astonishment.
"This whole place must be some kind of hospital! Tell me, when you fix me, how much do I owe you?"
" Nothing."
" NOTHING?!?"
" Please, Mr. Anderson, I understand that you are going through some emotional issues right now, but please try to keep control of your voice."
" Sorry."
" Its all right."
" How can you afford all of this?"
" Who? Me? I don't own the mansion. In fact, the man who does is right here! Hello Professor."
" Hello Beast. And hello to you. My name is Charles Xaivier and I own this institute."
" You mean this is a school?"
" Well, yes. Tell me, what is your position on prop. 72?"
" Prop. 72?"
" Yes. The Mutant Registration Act."
" Again, I don't have any clue as to what a 'mutant' is."
" A mutant is a person who is born with great abilities, such as yourself."
" I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that I was a mutant."
" I witnessed your extraordinary abilities out on the lawn."
" Oh, that. Listen, I apologize for all of the damage I ca-"
" Its all right. I would like to congratulate you for getting past our defenses. That is no easy task. As such, I would like to welcome you to my institute. I'm afraid I cant give you a tour in this condition, but maybe tomorrow I can give you the grand tour."
" You're a very kind man, Professor Xaivier."
" Thank you. I want you to get some rest. Now if you please, could you get to sleep, or would you like some sleeping pills to help you?"
" I think I'm fine, thanks."
" All right. Goodnight, Mr. Anderson."
" Goodnight, professor Xaivier. And you too, Dr. McCoy."
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Professor Xaivier and Hank McCoy were moving down the hall and talking in hushed voices about their new visitor.
" Charles, do you really think it wise to let a perfect stranger come and sleep in the infirmary?"
" Do we really have a choice? What if it was you? Hank, you know my institute is welcome to anyone."
" Well, if you say so Professor."
" Goodnight, Hank."
" Goodnight, Professor."
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Until the next chapter,
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