NOTE FROM AUTHOR (My name's not really Author though)

Here's chapter six, just like I promised you. Things really come to a head in this one (get your minds out of the gutter!) cause the X-men finally...Wait...I won't give it way. Just read it, you'll see.

Acadian Angel- Thanks, please, keep reading. And don't worry, you'll find out who's in the picture soon enough. (probably next chapter, but I'm not sure). Let's suffice it to say that they are very important to Rowdy though.

MidnightRebel-Yeh, I think he oughta trademark it.

Summers2004-You're right, you don't really want to know how much it takes (But it's a lot lets just say that two fifths is a LOT of whiskey0. You asked for Storm, you got Storm. I'm planning something kinda big with her later on too, I haven't decided if I'll use it though.

Well, ON WITH THE HARDCORE HONKYTONKIN SAWDUST DOWN MUSIC BLASTIN LOTTA DANCIN BAR ROOM FIGHTIN NEON BUSTIN ALABASTER SHOW!!!!

A less than friendly meeting with friendly forces

Rowdy hurried down the street, trying to get his bearings. When he had left the church two nights before he'd moved in a very round about way having been tipped that there was a new group after him. That combined with the fact that he was mostly drunk then, and the fact that he was still drunk and hung over now, he had a hard time getting an idea of which way to go. Finally an idea struck him.
Phonebook. He checked the nearest phone booth for one. "Damn it," he cussed aloud. The phonebook had been ripped off. It took him two more tries to find a booth with both the book and the church listings still in tact, and another five minutes to remember the name of the church. "Got it! Guiding Light, like the soap opera," he muttered, ripping the address on McIntyre St. out of the book. Stepping out of the phone booth he felt a wave of nausea and sank to his knees. He began emptying the contents of this stomach, a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit and orange juice, on the sidewalk. As he lay dry heaving, the blue shadows returned, followed by the screaming. The shadows took shape: a giant dog with red glowing eyes. A leash was around the dogs neck, held by a guy a few years older than Rowdy. The guy had fairly long hair and was dressed in tie-dye shirt and acid washed blue jeans. His eyes glowed the same as the dogs.
"Carol...No...don't.." Rowdy moaned. "No..not really you..not really you.. not really you"
This time the images didn't disappear suddenly, but faded. The screaming lingered for several seconds, growing stronger before ending in an echo.
Rowdy lay on the sidewalk beside the puddle of puke for several minutes before dragging himself up.
"Not real," he told himself again, slowly shaking his head. "Not real. McIntyre Street . McIntyre Street "
Slowly he stumbled off towards the south, vaguely in the direction of McIntyre street .

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Once again the cold was murder. It was again taking its toll his bad knee, but Rowdy pushed through it. "I lost everything else, I ain't about to lose that picture too," he mumbled.
There it was. He vaguely remembered being here, and did recall which alley he had been in. He headed in that direction. Glancing behind him out of habit, Rowdy noticed nothing out of the ordinary, except that his vision was no longer blurred. "Well, at least I'm sober now," he thought silently. "I'm still friggin hung over though. Christ I need a drank"
He didn't worry to much about entering the alley, figuring it would be safe even though he'd been there before. That broke the number one survival rule when you were being followed, but he didn't care. "Nobody could track me here after two days. Besides, why should I start giving a damn now?" he muttered.
He stepped into the alley. The first thing he noticed was that a dumpster had been placed at the other end, but he didn't think anything of it and began searching the alley. He'd try the roof second.

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"This stinks." Kitty said to the team.
"This is an important mission Shadowcat," Scott said to her sternly.
"I'm not talking about the mission. I'm talking about this dumpster!" Kitty said, trying to get in a more comfortable position.
The team of Cyclops, Jean, Shadowcat, Storm, Iceman, and Beast were all crammed into the dumpster waiting for the kid they were after. It was a very cramped dumpster.
"I'm never going to forgive you for this Bobby," Kitty complained.
"Hey, all I said was 'we're a bit exposed just sitting behind the dumpster.' Our fearless leader there is the one who suggested you phase us inside"
"While must agree with my comrade that we were exposed out there, don't you think we could have found a somewhat less smelly hiding place? Or at least a cleaner one?" Hank joined the team of complainers as he tried to get an old Sticky Bun out of his fur.
"Please, this is the best that we could do on short notice, and though it is not comfortable, we must make the best of it," Ororo answered them, halting the mutiny. Cyclops silently thanked her for saving him from having to answer.
"Eeeww!!" Bobby exclaimed, evidently having not heard her. 'I just sat on a condom! I'm out of here"
"Shh!" Kitty quieted them. "I heard something"
They strained their ears, and Kitty phased her head out of the dumpster to take a look. This time they all heard it. The unmistakable scuffing of boots on concrete. Soon Kitty saw the owner of the boots, if you could call them that, come around the corner of the alley. For the third time she was stunned by how handsome the skinny guy was, and shocked at how disheveled someone that hot could look. She phased her head back inside the dumpster.
"Well?" Scott questioned impatiently.
"It's him," Kitty whispered. "How do we approach him"
"I suggest we simply waltz right up and introduce ourselves. After all, we are simply offering our friendship." Hank entered the conversation.
"Uh, bad idea Hank. At least for you to 'waltz' up to him. we don't wanna give him a heart attack," Bobby cut in.
"Well I wasn't saying me personally to"
"Forget it," Scott interrupted before the two could further the debate. Hank and Bobby were the best of friends, but could debate any little thing into the ground. "Storm, me, you, and Jean will approach him." Cyclops continued, then after seeing Kitty's begging eyes changed his mind. "Alright Kitty, you can come with us, but only if you can keep from drooling"
"Great! Thank you! Hey! I wasn't drooling!" she responded.
"Bobby, you and Hank stay here and give us backup in case he's less than friendly." Cyclops continued, ignoring Kitty.
They then all joined hands and Kitty phased them out of the dumpster.
The kid was busy looking on the ground between some trash cans, his back turned to the X-Men.
"May I ask what you are looking for?" Storm questioned from directly behind the young man.
Rowdy immediately dove to his right, rolling into a crouch with his right arm cocked as if to throw a baseball that wasn't there.
Cyclops and Jean both went into combat position, Kitty and Storm keeping their peaceable demeanor, though their muscles tensed. When the young man didn't attack, Scott and Jean relaxed visibly as well, but not mentally.
"Perhaps we can help you look for what ever it is you have lost," Storm continued.
The young man still didn't relax, but finally spoke.
"Who are yall?" he said suspiciously.
"We are mutants, such as yourself," Jean answered him.
That visibly spooked him, and he took a moment before responding. As he digested what they said, he recognized someone in the group. The pretty girl from the art museum. "Not good," thought Rowdy. "What do you mean, such as myself," he spoke aloud. "What makes you think I'm a mutant"
"Because we followed you for a little while. Look, we're not here to"
"Oh shit," Rowdy thought. "This is them." Before Cyclops could finish saying they came in peace, Rowdy had flung a blue glowing ball at them.
The ball exploded directly in front of Jean and she dove backward. Cyclops immediately fired a blast from his eyes, thankful he had worn his combat visor even though they were in street clothes. The blast did no good however, because just as it was fired, Rowdy rolled to his left, losing the soul of his left boot in the process.
Rowdy fired a ball at Cyclops, but missed as Storm, who had taken to the air, pushed Cyclops out of the way with a burst of wind. Rowdy looked up at her, his gray eyes glowing blue and suddenly flashing red as a fiery demon head appeared behind him. He began to rear back for another attack on her, but his body involuntarily forced him into a back flip. Less than a second later a bolt of lightening struck six inches from where he had been standing.
Shadowcat now joined the fight, having been trained in the ninja arts by Wolverine, she flipped in close to her quarry, still struck by how handsome he was. She phased right through the next ball he threw.
"Holy shit!" Rowdy exclaimed as his target, the pretty girl he had been hitting on not three days ago, went right through his attack. He didn't even know the balls even had a tangible form. He's assumed it would explode on her making her dive away. It threw him off guard seriously and his reflexes failed to let him avoid her karate chop to his left forearm, rendering it numb. He did dodge her next attack, a kick in the face, in time to also dodge a sharp spear of ice thrown at his shoulder.
"Where the hell did that come from?" he wondered, then saw another had entered the fight. Iceman couldn't believe he had missed, but didn't have time to dwell on it as a discarded packing crate to his left came alive, shifting into a flaming dog with glowing eyes. the dog blocked his charge. Beast was at his side, grabbing a crate of his own and hurling it at the flaming dog. The dog disappeared. X-Men, Jean contacted the team telepathically. He seems to be predicting our attacks. We need to time this better. Kitty, Beast, attack him close, Cyclops, Storm, Iceman, wait for my mark
Shadowcat flipped in close again, but was met with something different this time. The guy pulled what looked to be a tire iron out from the small of his back, from under his jacket, and nailed her in the gut. She was knocked breathless and hit the ground. Beast jumped and came at Rowdy from above.
As he looked up at Beast, another wave of nausea swept over him, but this time it passed without any hallucinations.
NOW! Jean screamed telepathically. As she did so, she telekinetically lifted fifty bricks from a nearby pile and threw them at the young man. At the same time, Scott fired a low power optical blast at him, enough to knock him off his feet without killing him. Storm simultaneously rained hail on her target and struck lightening beside him. Iceman fired a hail of snowballs at Rowdy, and Beast made a grab for the collar of the bomber jacket.
Rowdy was overwhelmed. He reflexively dodged the optic blast and most of the bricks, but two bricks caught him hard in the leg, taking him off his feet. The bolt of lightening striking beside him blew him against the wall of the church. He tried to get up and continue his fight for survival, for surely these were the ones The Man had warned would kill him. He couldn't seem to make his left leg work properly though, and his left arm was only now regaining any feeling. Beast lifted him up and placed him is a painful bearhug.
"Oh shit," he mumbled. "I'm dead."

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Let's see. Once again, I don't own the X-Men, Stan does. Me an Stan are like this ya know, but he just won't give 'em to me. As always, Rowdy is mine, you can use 'em if you wanna, just email me at Chapter 7 is on its way. Umm...No animals were hurt this time, the iguana is celebrating...Ooh, Wait, Don't dance up there!...Oh well, the iguana was slightly scorched, but he'll be ok. As usual, READ ON, CAUSE THERE'S MORE TO COME