Disclaimer: We're sorry the disclaimer telling you that Sweety8587, Cat2Fat900, Rogue238, and our secret evil villain do not own X-Men Evolution has been blown up in Forge's latest experiment . . . Please stay tuned for more developments on this issue.
Authoress comments:
CF: SUPPORT SQUIRREL DOMINATION! OR THE NINJA RODENTS SHALL KILL YOOUU!
Rogue238:Okay, you people are wierd. Wait, so am I. Oh well, on to the story. . .
Sweety8587: All hail The Shoelace of Doom, which is held by Maria McMorbid! Hail The Shoelace! http/)rimfrost(dot)deviantart(dot)com )
Chapter 3 : So…what's this do?
"Right…first off. How do we do this?"
The other three raised their eyebrows and Sasha sighed. There were times that it wasn't really good to be in the company of fan girls really. Okay so she was a fan girl herself but, there was a semblance of dignity to be maintained! Sorta…
"I mean, how do we get into the mansion? And what are we going to tell them?"
Rogue238 waved her hand dismissing the idea saying, "We'll figure that part out later. Why not get there first."
Sweety picked up Edgar from where he was sitting, making sure that his beak still stayed attached. It really wasn't all too much fun being a zombie chicken really, no more fun than looking after them. Thankfully they didn't look too much different from normal chickens. Sweety noticed a small pile of bags that Allen, Chuckles and Poe were clucking next to.
"Hey. Look at this."
She picked up a purple bag and grimaced when she saw her name stitched into the cloth. Lovely. This color won't leave me even in an alternate dimension. She opened the bag and found a change of clothes and underwear, several knick-knacks, a few books, some money, her digital camera, jewelry and….a lilac clipboard and pen? She let the bag fall on the ground and looked at the semi-transparent clipboard. I never had a clipboard like this. Sasha was pulling out a clipboard that was several shades darker than hers.
CF picked up a black bag and pulled out a black clipboard. The three squirrels she had were sitting on her shoulders, looking just as oddly at the clipboard as she was.
"What are they for?" CF asked in a very confused tone. At least it's not pink…PINK MUST DIE!
Rogue 238 shrugged confused as she flipped through blank pages of a hunter green clipboard. "Hello! What do we have here."
Rogue238 picked up a small piece of yellow paper that was peeking out. She plucked the paper and read over it. Well, now, this is amusing. . .
She read the note to the other girls.
"Write on the pages as you will and wish. CF controls the character's powers. Rogue238 shall control their actions and the twins can control their appearances only in fabrics. And under no circumstances should the people here know of you, too much knowledge in the wrong hands can be a dangerous weapon."
Sasha's face darkened slightly and muttered,
" I resent the 'wrong hands' part."
She stroked Allen's head as he clucked as best as a dead chicken could. CF still looked distrustful as she gazed at the clipboard and then the note. Control their powers? Sounds a bit too good to be true…meh.
"What do you think, Rogue?" CF asked.
Rogue238 shrugged and said, "Why not try it out?" No harm in it, I hope…
"On what?" Asked Sweety as she twirled her pen around her fingers.
As if someone up there was listening to them and just waiting for that very question, a red convertible drove by filled with teenagers. Rowdy teenagers. Rowdy teenagers who apparently thought that it would be amusing to deliberately go through the ditch to splatter the standing girls with mud and water.
The girls shrieked with indignation and anger as the muddy water hit them, and glared at the car with anger. CF fumed, "Guinea pigs anyone?". Before she had finished that sentence, she had the clipboard in hand and was scribbling furiously over the paper.
Sasha and Rouge238 peeked over her shoulder, quirking an eyebrow as they read. Sweety was trying to get the mud out of her tee shirt, letting out various cuss words and threats, such to make a sailor proud.
Rogue238 let out a low whistle, "Oh nice. Very nice. I particularly like this one over here."
"I think I'll have a go as well."
Sasha clicked open her pen and tapped it on her lower lip for a moment before she began writing as well. Sweety moved to stand next to Sasha, adding in her own suggestions as her counterpart wrote.
"Make that yellow or maybe candy pink. What about one of those star shaped hats with bobbles at the end of each point? A sky-blue tellytubby costume maybe?"
"I draw the line at tellytubbies. No one should face such torture."
"Fine. Fine….oh nice one. Very nice. You are evil."
"And proud of it luv."
"Don't talk like that. A British accent really doesn't suit you."
"It suits me just like an Irish accent sounds on you."
CF finished her notes with a flourish, making the squirrel sitting on her shoulder chitter at the sudden movement, and Rogue238 moved over to see. She whistled low as she looked up at CF. CF grinned evilly.
"Remind me never ever, ever to tick you off…or your squirrels."
"Being feared is fun." CF laughed evilly. "So are, well, let's call them 'accidents'…"
Sasha gave a low chuckle as she finished as well and tucked the pen into the collar of her tee shirt. The girls waited anxiously, looking at the car that was moving farther away from them. Sasha looked at Sweety, who looked worriedly at Rogue238, who in turn glanced at CF, who was muttering under her breath.
"Stupid teenagers…they shall face my wrath…"
Slightly disheartened the girls turned away, but started rather badly when the loud screeching of tires filled the air. Sasha turned quickly, asking in a slightly hopeful tone, "Accident?"
They saw the convertible had crashed. Crashed into a tree. An oak tree to be exact. An oak tree that was currently placed in the middle of the road. A blond guy who was tall, strong, and looked really stupid came out of the driver's side.
"What the…where the hell did that tree come from!" At that moment, Sasha grinned. She looked down at the clipboard.
"Any time now…"
A girlish scream cut through the air. Rogue238, Sweety, Sasha, and CF burst out laughing. A bit evilly, come to think of it.
Who they presumed was Duncan (avid fans of the show here, people), was now dressed in a tight pair of lime green tights that had fuzz near the ankles. On his blonde head was a dark green hat with a large white ball at the end. He was also wearing a pink sweater that was two sizes too small and therefore was quite a tight fit, so much that he looked positively squished into it. All in all, quite an improvement from his usual jock clothing.
The girls leaned on each other as they laughed till tears came out of their eyes as the other teenagers stumbled out wearing similar ensembles in various shades and designs. A few of them were wearing ballet costumes, right down to the slippers. They looked at what they were wearing and let out yells of horror and shock.
"Oh my god! I'm wearing pink! I can't be seen like this!"
"A TUTU! How…Where are my pants!"
"ITS PINK! Pink makes me look so fat!"
"I look like something a cat spat out!"
"At least you aren't wearing bright yellow and neon green jumpsuit. God…This is must be a dream…a nightmare! Yeah…Yeah that's right!"
Rogue238 smiled and wrote something on her clipboard as well.
As the sounds of sirens came closer to them, the girls quickly slipped away into the bushes, not wanting to be caught when the police arrived. Not because they wanted to be caught. No sir. Sasha had scribbled them back into their normal clothes by the time the police came. Boy was he going to hear a tall-tale in the evening.
A few moments later, a police officer showed up. Duncan ran up to him, "Officer! Help! The mutants are out to get me!"
"Mutants? Slow down, son. What mutants?" The officer looked at him skeptically.
"Well, sir. I don't know which ones, but we were driving and then suddenly there was a tree in the middle of the road!"
The officer lowered his sunglasses and looked at the demolished car. There was no longer a tree there. "Yeah, right, in the middle of the road. . . " He wrote something down on a notebook.
"Yeah!" Duncan said, missing the sarcasm. "And then, I looked down at my clothes and I was wearing this, this nightmare! And I never put it on!"
"Sure you didn't," the officer said unbelievingly.
By this time the other boys had left the car and were standing around in very normal looking clothes. "You believe us, don't you Officer?" they asked.
"Sure, just let me take a look at your car." He nodded and started walking towards the wreck. Inside were lots of empty bottles of alcohol. "Right those mutants probably put all these beer bottles in your car too. Well, boys, why don't we take a ride down to the station and sort this out." He took out a pair handcuffs and puts them on Duncan. "Mutants indeed. . ."
Rogue238, CF, Sweety, and Sasha start laughing from their hideout in the bushes. "That was too perfect." Rogue238 says grinning. Sasha let out a happy sigh. "I LOVE this place!"
A while later.
The small group was making its way into town, making a very strange procession consisting of four girls, a group of faeries, squirrels and chickens. But oddly, no one seemed much bothered by the faeries and such. They were more appalled at the girls hair and clothing.
"If these people don't stop staring at me…" CF twitched.
"Calm down," Rogue238 muttered. "Please don't lose your temper. Please. We don't wanna have to bail you out of jail."
"I only blew up one mall last time!" CF protested. "…Oh."
"My point exactly."
They decided to stop at a small roadside restaurant, opting to sit outside the striped canopy. They slipped into their seats, trying to ignore the rude stares. They pushed their bags next to their chairs, moving their 'pets' under the table. The faeries refused to and instead flew up and sat on the saltshakers, making faces at all the people who stared at them, but mostly at Sasha, Randall decided to sit on Rogue238's shoulder, the chickens were content to sit under the table and the squirrels sat with CF, occasionally glaring and chattering in CF's ear. She nodded, glared, and nodded some more.
They looked all around. There were really a lot of people. Oh, great, summer vacation! Sasha grinned. Sweety raised an eyebrow. You always had to keep an eye out for those evil twins. Especially the former, or maybe the latter. For which is the greater of two evils? An evil alter ego, or a rabid fan girl?
CF was busy staring transfixed at the open-flame grill across the road. Rogue238 looked at her oddly, then just resumed staring right back at people.
Sasha raised an eyebrow and stuck her tongue out in response to an old lady's staring. The old lady let out a scandalized gasp and a huff, before hobbling away.
Sweety sighed, "You really got to stop doing things like that. Be nice Sasha."
"Make me. Besides, she was staring. I am not some circus attraction or anything."
"I never said you were!"
Before the pair could start bickering, as usual, Rogue238 spoke up. Oh, boy, I better provide a distraction. She glanced at her notebook and wondered about them, "Does anyone wonder how we have these...powers? If you can call them powers."
The girls stopped the near quarrel as they pondered the question. CF shrugged and absentmindedly pet a squirrel.
Sweety drummed her fingers against the table top as she pondered out loud, glancing at Sasha, "I think… I think I might know."
Man, we're in Bayville, this is so cool…ooh, that fire is pretty… I wonder if one of my lighters is in that bag…at least I have my squirrels…pretty flames…oh wait, someone's talking to me…
"Huh?" CF jerked out of her thoughts.
Rogue238 looked hard at Sweety, "You might?"
Sasha looked puzzled at Sweety before the realization came over her.
"The Powers of the Author."
Sweety merely pointed her index finger at Sasha, whose expression shifted to understanding. The other two girl's expression shifted to shock and surprise.
Rogue238 just looked plain stunned as she spoke, "The Powers of the Author? You think…no, that can't be. That was just our own theory. Our own bit of fun. Its not possible."
CF grinned. "Apparently...it wasn't just our fun, but a reality. Theories are often based on a real 'experience' if you will."
Sasha piped up from where she was playing with the saltshaker, which was making Emily the fairy very mad, "And as for 'not possible'. Look where we are. We are sitting in the middle of an alternate reality, one we considered a cartoon show and nothing more. Personally, I think that nothing is impossible. Merely improbable."
CF smiled. Power was good. Power was very good. Power was the best when it was in her own two hands.
Rogue238 chewed on her bottom lip, "Why now? Why us?"
They stopped conversing as the waitress came over to them. They quickly gave their orders and started speaking again as the waitress left. Sweety then turned to Rogue238.
"That is the real question isn't it? Why us and why now."
Sasha fanned herself with the menu as she replied,
" I guess the answer will find us instead of us having to find the answer."
Sweety gave her a dubious look, "And what makes you say that?"
"Call it a hunch."
Rogue238 gazed out to the street and the people walking by, her hands holding her fairies as she replied, "Lets hope that you're right."
A silence fell on the group as the waitress brought their food and they settled down to eat.
At the mansionThings were as normal as normal could be defined at the mansion. The New Recruits were running around the halls, trying to blow some steam off. The older students were sitting in the many rec rooms present in the mansion. Most of them were watching movies, a few of them reading. Some were merely hanging off their seats, too lazy or too tired to go out into the heat.
Summer vacation was in full swing, as it seemed apparent to everyone, especially the teachers. Students were lounging around the large mansion, in various stages of boredom and activity. Most of the students, the New Recruits specifically, were running around the mansion playing 'Hide and Seek'. A game that Amara had refused to play saying that 'such a childish game' was quite beneath her status. Of course that was before she saw that everyone got to use their powers. She joined in as well.
And of course, playing 'Hide and Seek' with powers eventually led to a huge snowball fight in the middle of the yard. Well, at least most of them were throwing snowballs. Amara was throwing fireballs. She was still a little upset at Bobby's latest prank of freezing her bed last night. This led to the grass lighting on fire, which Bobby put out. Then, everyone decided it would be better to go back to playing 'Hide and Seek.'
Scott, Jean and Kitty were sitting in the main rec room, watching some chick movie, though Scott was more sitting there because Jean wanted him to see it. One of the perks of wearing rose-quartz glasses was that he could sit there with his eyes closed and no one would be the wiser. Of course, that was as long as he didn't fall asleep. That seemed highly unlikely with the sighs Kitty kept letting out every ten minutes.
Kurt was in the kitchen with Evan, both of them were quite absorbed in the process of making the perfect six-inch hero to eat. They worked on the counter, in a comfortable silence that was broken only by the clinking of cutlery and bottles. Logan was sitting nearby at the table reading the newspaper with full attention sipping at the coffee that sat nearby.
Piotr was sitting discussing art with Warren and Remy in the small and musty library; avidly they were talking about the various artists over the past eras. The trio was quite caught up in their debate, looking up when the door opened. Remy grinned as Rogue stepped in, her eyes glancing over each of them. Her gaze rested on him just a bit longer than it did on the other two.
"What are ya'll doin' in here?" She asked, glaring at the Cajun as she leaned against the door.
"It is relatively cool in here," Warren said congenially, "we were having a discussion about some of the finer points of art." Rogue cocked an eyebrow at that.
"Art? Ya'll mean ta say that the swamp rat knows somethang other than flirtin' with girls and pissin' off Logan?"
Remy gave a mock pout. "Dat hurts, chere."
"Good. Ah meant it to." Warren and Piotr looked on in amusement.
"But dis t'ief does know much more den you t'ink he does, chere." Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah, ah forgot, yah're a thief, ya probably know all about that stuff firsthand." She sent him a vicious glare. "And what have ah said 'bout callin' meh yahr dear?"
"Well, de Rogue calls Remy swamp rat."
"That's different." Rogue stammered.
"How?"
"Cause ya actually are a swamp rat. Ah, howevah, am NOT and will NEVAH be yahr dear. Got it?" She turned and stalked out, slamming the door behind her. Piotr and Warren winced.
"Not yet." Remy muttered under his breath. The other two just looked at him sadly.
"You are very far gone, comrade." Piotr stated.
"Yeah, if you think you have a chance with Rogue," Angel muttered. Remy turned his demon-eyed glare onto the winged businessman.
"Shut up, homme."
In the meantime. . .
The movie Scott, Jean and Kitty were watching ended and with a sigh and a wet handkerchief, Kitty decided to go up to her room. Scott and Jean were taking off. They told her they were going grocery shopping, but Kitty really didn't believe them.
Rogue stormed off to her room muttering under her breath, "Ah can't believe the gall of that dirty little swamp rat. Thinking jes cause he moved in here after the whole Apocalypse thang that he can flirt with whoeveh he pleases! Well, Ah'm not just anotheh girl in a skirt for him to mount on his trophy wall! Ah hate him! Ah hate him! Ah hate him!"
By this time both Kitty and Rogue had reached their shared room and Rogue was yelling.
Kitty looked at her strangely, "Like, who are you talking about, Rogue."
"Who do ya think Ah'm talkin' about!" Rogue asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Ah, the sexy Cajun again, huh?" Kitty said with a gleam in her eye. "It's, like, totally romantic. . ."
Rogue cut her off, "Kitty, if ya finish that sentence, Ah swear Ah'll make yahr life a living hell!"
"Shesh, Rogue, I was, like, only saying he likes you."
"And what does it matteh if he does?" Rogue said, moving to lie down on her bed. "Ah don't like him."
"Liar." Kitty smiled at her, "I know for, like, a fact that you still have that card, like, under your pillow."
Said pillow was promptly thrown at Kitty's head. "Shut up!"
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We interrupt this fic to bring you a special announcement. It is with regret that we inform you that in this chapter there will be no mandatory evil villain part as our evil villaness has locked herself up in he lair. But we were able to get the following comments from her, "Get out! Come on now! GIT! Can't a gal concoct an evil plan in peace! Scram!"And at that, we departed. And now we turn to the review responses.
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Review Responses
Ludi:
CF: Thanks. Sorry about the dialogue, maybe we should do something about that… Sweety? Yes, this is going on a one-way trip to craziness. Actually, it's already there. Hurray sinister figures!
Rogue238: We'll try and make it less confusing. Thanks a lot. We are all crazy and it helps with blending. Even our evil villain is crazy. (insert manaical laughter) Our characters are basically our muses brought to life in 2D. We love our Sinister figure. :)
Sweety:You called? And its fixed :) Hope there aint anymore problems in reading now Luds. And as for our 'pets' just…go with the flow. Its easier that way
DCDDFD:
CF: Well, technically it's Forge's fault, cause he should've tested his machine first. 'Cause he's a weird-dude-stuck-in-middleverse-for-years-says-groovy-a-lot like that. My squirrel commander lived inside my head. (Ralph)
Rogue238: I'm not even gonna go there. :) and you know why. :)
Sweety :My evil twin's out….call the 911! Call the Irish Embassy! Someone get a solution for Forge's inventions!
Gulz:
CF: Other side of the world? Kewl. Yes, I for one am on sugar high. Inclined to say the same about the rest of em.
Rogue238: Well, we are all slightly insane and in some cases, completely insane, not naming any names (coughCFcough) jk. As for the sugar high, um no. Mine is just a lack of sleep.
Sweety: Workin as fast as we can to update as fast as we can And nice t' meet y' Hunza. Where yo' from? Sugar high? Naw. I'm more of a happy high!
Shira's Song:
CF: YAY PROCRASTINATION! I mean…we're very sorry. Cough. Evil glee! Mwahahaha! Power of the Author, that was your suggestion? Neato. Mary Sue? I'm not sure. SOME people (glares at co-authors) didn't inform me who the evil person was…sigh…
Rogue238: Note to self: Tell CF who the evil villain is. Procrastination, oooh, I am so bad at that! Thanks for coining the phrase for us. :) We like reasons to make Bobby's life miserable. (Waves hand frantically) reviewing my story is always good! I love your reviews. I still don't know what a Mary-Sue is! But somehow I don't think our EV is one. . . (glances around nervously)
Sweety:Folks, ALL credit for 'Powers of the author' goes to this person right here! I thank you for that! Cause I was all a muddle what to call them! The 'Welcome to Bayville' thing, stole that from the Exiles comics. When you stay with Remy Lebeau, you tend to pick up a few things…and CF, SOOOO sorry! I totally forgot to tell you! hangs head in shame and jumps in front of a bus (splat) audience ewwwww…
Neassa:
CF: FEAR ME!
Rogue238: Which is precisely WHY you should fear them. I don't because I'm on their good side. :) Now, if I make them mad, oh well, that's another story.
Sweety: What…evil dead zombie chickens aren't fearsome? Darn…
REVIEW! UNLESS YOU WISH TO FACE THE WRATH OF EVIL DEAD ZOMBIE CHICKENS, EVIL FLAME THROWING SQUIRRELS, SLIGHTLY INSANE PLOT FAIRIES, AND US! (NOT TO MENTION OUR EVIL VILLAIN!)