+++ CHAPTER FOUR +++

[okay, this story is going nowhere, it's completely lame and I have no idea what is gonna happen next. Gimme some ideas!!!!]

"Failed?" Michelle didn't take this well.

She had never failed a test in her life. Well, maybe once or twice but hey, who cares if cat wasn't spelt kat?

"That's not fair!" said Christina. "We weren't told what to study."

"Study?" asked the professor. "You were supposed to use common sense."

"And Christina was supposed to know how to use that?" snorted Rachel.

"Exactly, I don-" started Christina. "Hey, wait! You! That was an insult!"

"No, it wasn't! It was a statement of truth," replied Rachel.

"ANYWAY!!! SHUT UP!!" cried Michelle.

Matter put to rest.

The professor was rather getting impatient with these girls. There was something wrong with them. No one acted like that to an adult much less a professor. Maybe they just need to be shaken up. Oh, god bless him when he had that thought.

"Okay, girls, get these suits on and get into that chamber. This is a training session to see how well you maintain yourselves in fire fight. You come out when either you or the opponent dies," instructed Wolverine.

"Who's the opponent?" asked Rachel.

"Hemph, could be anyone as far as I'm concerned."

"Well, awfully thanks," snapped Michelle as she grabbed a suit off Wolverine.

"You're welcome," replied Wolverine, growling. "By the way, you're going in with two other people."

"Who?"

Wolverine pointed at a girl and a boy coming down the walkway.

Rachel leaned forward and squinted at the girl.

"Angeline?"

"No, Rachel! I am Calculus."

Rachel and Michelle both burst into laughter. What a name. [If Angeline ever reads this, it was all Rachel's idea, don't kill me!]

Wolverine pressed a button and the soundproof and leak proof door slid open with an electronic hiss to reveal a completely white chamber inside.

"What's that? I mean, what's in there?" asked Christina.

"Ahem, that for you information is an anti-gravity chamber. However, from my calculations, there has been a gravity setting on it to equal that of the earth's so our virtual battle session shall be set on earth. From the gravity readings, we can pin point the exact location and it looks like we shall be entering into Mt. Kosciusko's peak; exactly 10 metres and 43 centres down from the peak. By multiplying the gravity of earth and the gravity of our setting, then dividing it by the height of the atmosphere readings, we are able to tell the exact temperature and height of our location," said Angeline without stopping for a single breath.

Her eyes flipped over like a cash register for a second then she said, "The temperature is exactly 2.682 degrees celcius and we are 218 metres up from the fifth axis south of Mt Kosciusko's centre base which is exactly 126 degrees north latitude and 284 degrees east longitude."

Christina clamped her mouth shut when she realised it was open and she chewed the inside of her mouth. Odd things which Christina does every now and then.

[By the way, don't take any of what I wrote seriously. I don't even know how hight Mt Kosciusko is, god damnit.]

"Angeline - I mean 'Calculus' haha! Can you tell us how annoyed we are by multiplying our facial muscles being used and the heat in the air around us?" asked Rachel.

"No, RACHEL, you have to MULTIPLY the amount of facial muscles being used with the amount of facial muscles interacting with those moving and THEN you divide it by the heat around you and you will get a good estimate. Human emotions can never be calculated correctly," said Angeline. Her eyes flicked again. "From my calculations, Rachel - you range 46 on the Le Brant scale and Michelle - you range 92. Rachel's reading is moderately annoyed and Michelle's reading is basically cut-throat. Are you satisfied?"

"Ya, whatever," said Michelle as pulled on her leather boots and started to walk into the field chamber, closely followed by every one else.

The door slid shut behind them.

"I think," said Rachel, "that if we kill each other then we can get out."

Haha! Rachel the fearless was intimidated by the never ending white in the chamber.

Then, out of nowhere or rather, out of white, swooped a woman/mutant who had pure white skin with blueish wispy hair that flowed to her feet and a dress that was about twice her height. But that didn't matter 'coz she flew. Everyone looked to Angeline. Her eyes flicked for a second then she reported, "She's telepathic, can read your minds and float in mid air which is what she's doing right now. She knows our every next move. This is hopeless! No strategy! How shall we win?"

"Oh, that's easy. Get Michelle to fight. She doesn't have much of a brain in the first place so there's nothing to read and well, her strategy is punch and fire. Or actually..." Rachel suddenly frowned.

"What?" asked Michelle.

"We have a problem."

"What problem? I'll just draw up a major dragon and it can go kill her. Dragons don't think you see. They think even less then me," said Michelle.

"Yep. Major biggie. Or it would be if you had a freakin' art book, genius!"

"Oh."

"Rachel. Nothing can avoid pure energy, you're attack should be strong," said Angeline.

The mutant opponent giggled.

Rachel and Michelle both stopped dead in their tracks and looked up at the mutant.

"Hey, I know that voice!" said Christina suddenly.

"Yeah, Christina. It's BONNIE."

"Oh."

Bonnie swooped down and bashed Rachel on the head with a book, titled "Bringer of the East" by "David Bensignton".

"Ouch!" exclaimed Rachel.

Rachel shot up a fire spark but Bonnie simply swooped out of the way.

Angeline sighed. "Do you ever listen?"

"To you? No," replied Rachel honestly.

"I told you, she' s telepathic! She knows what you're thinking of and what you're going to do."

"How quick can she respond though? I know that if it was Christina up there, right now she'd be getting fried by my energy," said Rachel.

"Well, unfortunately it's NOT Christina and we're wasting our time coz we can't blast her!"

Rachel shrugged. Who said she had to give up?

She raised her hands and randomly shot sparks in every direction - to no avail. It was useless.

Meanwhile, Michelle was feeling mad. But besides that, she was experimenting. She drew a leaf in mid air and concentrating it, made the edges burn so that she could see what she was drawing. Cool! She didn't know that she could do that. Anyway, soon enough, she made the leaf real and she had a leaf in her hand! Not much use but anyway.

Michelle drew a mini house and made it real and all the girls, oh and that poor little guy who has no idea what the girls are doing, all run into the house and lock the door.

"At least we're covered. She can't hit us," said Rachel.

Suddenly there came a thumping on the roof and a bit of hay fell down.

"Squishy! SQUISHY!!! You made the roof out of HAY!!?!??!" yelled Rachel in an extremely high and squeaky voice.

"Shh..... quiet, Rachel. The windows are made of ice," said Michelle as the windows cracked.

"Y'know, we have a major survival issue on our hands..." started Rachel.

"No, we have a major blame issue," retorted Michelle.

"Blame issue?" asked Rachel with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"And... who exactly are we blaming? And for what?"

"We're blaming Sindy for making Bonnie so god damn strong and un-beatable!"

[My pleasure, girls. =D Okay, I'm tired. Its around 4 am and I wanna get to bed. Good night. Yawn.]