Surgery
By: Holly Rose E
Rating: R
A/N: *ducks* Eek! Okay, okay, I know it's been awhile. But you guys get a long chapter in persuasion of forgiveness. (At least, longer than the last... what? Four? have been)
*****
Chapter Ten: Ocean
Liquidized emotion
Water takes you in
Deep within the ocean
I could sleep for days
Hours, only minutes
Thoughts of imagery lure you from your spectrum
Solve your misconceptions
~Collide
*****
"Hey Gabe."
Startled out of a trance, Dainton looked up and twisted his body around-wincing and reveling in the pain on his chest-to peer into the cat eyes of Ryan Archer.
Warily, he replied, "Ryan," nodding his good morning hello.
Cat-boy grinned and leapt over the couch to plop down next to him. As punishment for their stunt on the mansion, both Ryan and Keely were unable to leave the house and also had three weeks of hard labor and chores ahead of them
"You know, you should be more sociable. You could have lots of friends; you seem like a cool guy."
Dainton raised an eyebrow. "I'm aware of that. I'm just so selfish; I like to keep all this coolness to myself."
Ryan frowned; Dainton left his eyebrow arched.
Finally, he said, "I was joking."
"Oh!" Ryan exclaimed, chuckling without much surety. "Anyway, you like Play Station? I got the new Grand Theft Auto III."
"Not a big fan," the blue-haired boy stated, cracking his knuckles softly due to nerves. 'What does this guy want?'
"Dude, c'mon, you'll like it, I promise. It's not that hard. Hell, I think even Evan could get it."
Ryan stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he tried not to fidget while Gabriel debated internally, looking him over.
Eventually, Dainton sighed and also stood up. "Whatever. It'll take my mind off my nicotine cravings."
***
Abigail was a good friend: or was it just because Keely guilt-tripped her into staying?
It was a silly question; Abigail was still there to keep the poor, punished girl company. Although, of course, she truly didn't deserve what she had gotten.
She had only-along with Mr. Archer-caused serious trauma to Jamie, and injured a couple of the other mutants. But that was all.
"Hey, Abby?" Keely said, flipping through the latest issue of _Rolling Stone_.
Abigail murmured something as she scribbled furiously on a piece of paper. It was amazing how into her homework she could get sometimes. In fact, it was downright frightening.
"Are you scared?"
That got Abby's attention, as she snapped her head up and kept her pencil poised, mid-word. "Of what?"
"You know... the FoH, and just... being a mutant in general?"
"I think it's cool; I like being a mutant. I've been dealt a winning hand, and I revel in it. Why? Are you worried about it?"
"Well, it's just..." Keely faltered for the right words. "We've been hearing so much about it, about how much they hate us and all. It just sort of gives me the creeps."
"Aw, you shouldn't worry so much Kee!"
Keely sighed, "I can't help it. What if they attack us like they did before? What if we don't make it?"
Abigail rolled her eyes and got up and sat on Keely's bed next to her. "Come on Keely, let's talk about something else since it's bothering you so much."
Keely bit her lip, "Alright."
***
Bobby was, without a doubt, the mansion's original prankster. Yet, as all things do, it had to come to an end sooner or later.
That day was today.
Most likely it was only for today.
It was one of those days, were the sun was shining, blinding all those who were unfortunate enough to step into its path, yet there was no wind to ruffle the flowers that were in full bloom. Everything had stopped in activity, letting boredom run the mind and push the world on its axis and, without any real humor whatsoever, spun it around with a finger poised to stop it at any given moment.
Where it would pick, nobody knew.
But right now, it looked pretty clear that it was Bayville, New York.
There was truly nothing to do except lay about and wonder how long it takes for ones brain to fry.
All the video games in the universe would not be able to help Bobby Drake in his quest for energy.
"Yo, Bobby," a voice called through the jokingly thick door of his bedroom.
"Come in," he replied in a placid voice.
Lucca stepped in, twirling something in his fingers. "What's up?"
Bobby looked at him in disbelief, before letting his head drop back onto the pillow where it had been residing for the past two hours.
"I know something we can do to brighten up the life of mutants everywhere."
"Too hot."
"So cool it down." Lucca grinned.
Bobby swung his legs over the side of the bed, and gave him a point blank look. "The last time I did that, I got a punishment ten times worse than what Numb and Lynx both have now, Shatter."
Lucca rolled his eyes, having stopped the twirling. He now held the object tightly in his fist, wondering to god what this kid's problem was.
"Who cares? Come on, let's go have some real fun." Lucca grinned, tossing the object at Bobby, who caught it deftly with his right hand.
Lucca walked out, grinning self-assuredly. He began to hum "mOBSCENE" by Marilyn Manson, hands in his pockets.
Bobby, on the other hand, was just staring at the glass. So maybe this was part of his mutation.
In fact, now that he thought about it. he didn't really know any of the new mutant's mutations --aside from Ryan.
***
Lauren had always been the type to prefer to be by herself, or rather, had been forced into thinking that.
After what her father
_ [daddy? Daddy no! get off me, please, daddy stop NO!]_
had done to her, she had elapsed into what the majority of rape victims often did. They begin to think themselves dirty and horrid, unwanted by anything to do with society.
But it was one of those days, and over the past few days she had grown a little closer to her surroundings.
Jamie, for one. They were in a few classes together in the middle school, and with the entire population of Bayville being aware of their "disfigurement" [even though nothing was peculiar about the way either one of them looked] they had been forced to rely on one another.
But thus is life.
Jamie, along with two multiples, was now running over to where Lauren sat underneath her designated tree of choice. "Hey Loz." he called, two of the three waving at her.
He had begun to call her Loz the third day of class, proclaiming she needed a cool nickname he could call her. She told him her mother used to call her 'Loz' and he smiled and agreed to call her that from now on.
"Hey," Two panted, while the other one was all energy, "You won't believe this. You've got to come check it out!"
He held out his hand for her, and she tentatively took it, thin fingers grasping his in a shy way.
Blushing, she let herself be led by a nearly combusting Jamie.
She was happy.
***
Over at the Boarding House, normally rowdy where you could never reach a moment of silence, even in the deadest hours of night, it was now silent as they all sat in their respective places looking glazed.
Ghost and Toad were, once again, playing a rigorous, rousing game of checkers.
And, once again, Michael was kicking Todd's red pieces to dust.
"You really need," Mike said, pronouncing every word carefully in a stupor-induced way, "to learn how to play chess."
"Why?"
Mike smirked, puffing up. He proclaimed haughtily in a much deeper voice, "Because it's a *man's* game!"
Todd looked at him for a moment, before bursting out laughing, as did Ghost.
"This is insane. There's nothing to do, yo. We've been playing checkers for practically the last five days."
"Two."
"Whatever, yo." A red piece triple-jumped Mike's pieces, only to be blown away.
"It's like fighting the X-Men," Toad sighed.
"You fight them?" Mike asked, a tad startled.
"Well of course, it's what we do to get our kicks." another blown move, "Plus it's our job. It's the only way we're allowed to live here without any parents. Mystique lets us live in her house as long as we do what she says from time to time."
"Sounds like bullshit."
"I don't have to worry about nothin' no more except if we got food, yo. Everything's cool here, so play."
***
"Do you ever go out?"
"No. I see that you just so happen to always be around too."
"No shit, I'll burn to a crisp if I do dumb-ass."
Lance sighed, resisting the urge to break his guitar in half and just start swinging wildly at the demon.
"Besides, I can't stand your sorry face, always moping after a little, oh say-."
"Don't start with me!"
"Meow," Neona said, running her tongue across her teeth afterwards for a certain affect.
Lance stood up, not thinking rationally. In one swift movement, he had yanked her off the couch where she had been sitting and threw her into the chair where he had previously sat.
Neona, for one, was not complaining one bit. "I've always liked guys who weren't afraid of being dominant, you sadist."
His eye twitched, his grip tightening on her wrists.
In her mind, she was laughing uncontrollably. She was wearing the shortest, breeziest skirt she had, with a brand new pair of fishnets. She looked at him poutily, running a foot--also with new shoes that had a 3- inch spike for heels--along his leg.
"So hurt me." she whispered, puckering her lips Marilyn Monroe-esque.
For a moment, he didn't even breathe, while she looked at him with growing worry. She had, after all, only been joking.
He was leaning in slowly, that amber in his eyes that was there the first day she met him now blazing with pure fury. She swallowed, the grin slowly dispersing.
So close, she breathed in his scent.
And she liked it.
***
Out of the depressing area were Tabitha and Denise, once again hooking arms and singing loudly to whatever obnoxious music they opted to. This time, they had chosen the park to terrorize, in hopes that a certain blue-eared lovely would be there.
Right now, as they collapsed in a fit of giggles on a bench as some of the elders there threw their heads back and huffed disapprovingly, they saw a beautiful day.
"Okay, Scott?" Tabitha grinned.
Denise pulled her nose into a snout with her thumb, stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes. "Arrgh!"
"A pirate?" Tabby exclaimed, falling into another fit.
"Oh shut up. What about, um, Neona?"
Tabby took a moment, and then imitated Jamie Lee Curtis in "Freaky Friday". "Fun-sucker!"
Denise grinned. "Me?"
"God, the things I could *list*! Don't even get me started!" Tabitha exclaimed, standing up, pretending to be superior, before Denise yanked her back down on the bench.
"You're so mean."
"Oh I know, darling, I know!" Tabby said, putting a pathetic British accent atop her normal voice.
"Oh my god, it's him!"
"With Amanda, keep dreaming."
"I wish they were fighting." Denise sighed.
"And you think I'm the mean one."
"You *are* the mean one," Denise stated simply, grinning to show all her teeth at a Tabby who was now rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
Suddenly, though, she stopped, grinning at the brunette. "I've got an idea."
***
"Damn!" Dainton cried, throwing his head back, falling against the mattress, and pounding his fist upon the sheets.
"I'm good, aren't I?" Ryan grinned.
"Too good!"
"C'mon, it was your first time, you did pretty good."
Dainton sighed, sitting back up, resting his head on his hands. "You probably play this every day anyway. There's no way I'll catch up to your standards." He fiddled with the Play Station controller, looking at it disgustedly.
"You'll just have to practice. Up for round two?"
Gabe looked at him blankly, "Sure, why no-."
Scott burst in, and Gabe tried his damnedest not to look guilty.
"Hey, suit up, both of you. Brotherhood's making trouble!"
"Who?" Ryan asked Dainton, as they ran after their leader.
"Apparently mutant 'enemies'."
"Great, not only humans but other mutants!" Ryan growled, his green cat eyes glittering ferociously.
***
Cackling.
Well, more laughter, but when one hears it down from the other end of a hallway, could they really be so sure?
Abigail was always rather good at cheering people up, but the vast majority of the newest recruits were talented at upping people's moods.
Jean sighed; she was always put in charge, along with Scott.
Why?
"Because you two are the oldest, the strongest, and the ones I trust the most," Xavier's voice rang in her head from the past.
Figures, she thought.
The young ones, these days...
She stopped her train of thought there, wondering where precisely that had come from.
"Girls?" She asked, peeking into the room.
Keely was reading a magazine, as Abigail did up her hair. It was an endearing sight.
"Duty calls," she grinned. "The Brotherhood are up to no good again."
"Finally! Some action!" Keely giggled, running with Abby to go get ready.
Jean rolled her eyes mentally, before calling the rest of the team.
Mainly, the new recruits.
***
Pietro always knew how to make an entrance, albeit rather rushed, but an entrance nonetheless.
"Trouble-at-the-park-hurry-guys-we-gotta-go-help-the-girls!"
"Why?" Neona called back, thrusting a wing out to block his exit seeing as he was already dressed for battle.
"Tabby and Denise were attacked by Fuzz-ball." Quicksilver said impatiently, ducking underneath and running out anyway.
Mike and Toad came stumbling out, finally beginning to wake up.
"Who?"
"Kurt," Lance growled, pushing his way past Neona and out the door, never-minding his fruit bowl helmet.
"I'll get Wanda," Neona said, beginning her way up the stairs, before Fred came bowling down.
"Ack!"
Fortunately, Neona was able to fly out of the way; otherwise she'd just be another flattened mutant to be lain out at the garbage.
"Forget it, Neona, I got it covered!" Toad said, hopping up with much excitement.
Neona landed next to Mike and looked at him blandly.
"Fifteen seconds, tops."
"Nah, I'll give him at least a minute." Ghost said.
"Ten bucks?"
"You're on. Dude, Lance, wait up!" Mike called, as Lance was revving up the jeep, thanking a thousand deities the Duo hadn't stolen his ride today.
They flew out of the driveway, as Neona threw on her trench and walked slowly out.
"Finally," she muttered, "some real bloodshed."
*****
Lucca and Bobby are going to appear again next chapter with a bigger part, I promise sycommansonboy! *cheesy grin*
Okay, it's a bit cut up and abrupt, but I just really wanted to get a chapter out all-fucking-ready. You know? Yeah...
AND! Next Chapter: You find out their Mutation/Power-type-things. YAY! *bites lip* I can't believe no one yelled at me about that. Hell, I can't believe I let that slip for ten effing chapters. Daaamn.
Love you all
-Holly
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By: Holly Rose E
Rating: R
A/N: *ducks* Eek! Okay, okay, I know it's been awhile. But you guys get a long chapter in persuasion of forgiveness. (At least, longer than the last... what? Four? have been)
*****
Chapter Ten: Ocean
Liquidized emotion
Water takes you in
Deep within the ocean
I could sleep for days
Hours, only minutes
Thoughts of imagery lure you from your spectrum
Solve your misconceptions
~Collide
*****
"Hey Gabe."
Startled out of a trance, Dainton looked up and twisted his body around-wincing and reveling in the pain on his chest-to peer into the cat eyes of Ryan Archer.
Warily, he replied, "Ryan," nodding his good morning hello.
Cat-boy grinned and leapt over the couch to plop down next to him. As punishment for their stunt on the mansion, both Ryan and Keely were unable to leave the house and also had three weeks of hard labor and chores ahead of them
"You know, you should be more sociable. You could have lots of friends; you seem like a cool guy."
Dainton raised an eyebrow. "I'm aware of that. I'm just so selfish; I like to keep all this coolness to myself."
Ryan frowned; Dainton left his eyebrow arched.
Finally, he said, "I was joking."
"Oh!" Ryan exclaimed, chuckling without much surety. "Anyway, you like Play Station? I got the new Grand Theft Auto III."
"Not a big fan," the blue-haired boy stated, cracking his knuckles softly due to nerves. 'What does this guy want?'
"Dude, c'mon, you'll like it, I promise. It's not that hard. Hell, I think even Evan could get it."
Ryan stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he tried not to fidget while Gabriel debated internally, looking him over.
Eventually, Dainton sighed and also stood up. "Whatever. It'll take my mind off my nicotine cravings."
***
Abigail was a good friend: or was it just because Keely guilt-tripped her into staying?
It was a silly question; Abigail was still there to keep the poor, punished girl company. Although, of course, she truly didn't deserve what she had gotten.
She had only-along with Mr. Archer-caused serious trauma to Jamie, and injured a couple of the other mutants. But that was all.
"Hey, Abby?" Keely said, flipping through the latest issue of _Rolling Stone_.
Abigail murmured something as she scribbled furiously on a piece of paper. It was amazing how into her homework she could get sometimes. In fact, it was downright frightening.
"Are you scared?"
That got Abby's attention, as she snapped her head up and kept her pencil poised, mid-word. "Of what?"
"You know... the FoH, and just... being a mutant in general?"
"I think it's cool; I like being a mutant. I've been dealt a winning hand, and I revel in it. Why? Are you worried about it?"
"Well, it's just..." Keely faltered for the right words. "We've been hearing so much about it, about how much they hate us and all. It just sort of gives me the creeps."
"Aw, you shouldn't worry so much Kee!"
Keely sighed, "I can't help it. What if they attack us like they did before? What if we don't make it?"
Abigail rolled her eyes and got up and sat on Keely's bed next to her. "Come on Keely, let's talk about something else since it's bothering you so much."
Keely bit her lip, "Alright."
***
Bobby was, without a doubt, the mansion's original prankster. Yet, as all things do, it had to come to an end sooner or later.
That day was today.
Most likely it was only for today.
It was one of those days, were the sun was shining, blinding all those who were unfortunate enough to step into its path, yet there was no wind to ruffle the flowers that were in full bloom. Everything had stopped in activity, letting boredom run the mind and push the world on its axis and, without any real humor whatsoever, spun it around with a finger poised to stop it at any given moment.
Where it would pick, nobody knew.
But right now, it looked pretty clear that it was Bayville, New York.
There was truly nothing to do except lay about and wonder how long it takes for ones brain to fry.
All the video games in the universe would not be able to help Bobby Drake in his quest for energy.
"Yo, Bobby," a voice called through the jokingly thick door of his bedroom.
"Come in," he replied in a placid voice.
Lucca stepped in, twirling something in his fingers. "What's up?"
Bobby looked at him in disbelief, before letting his head drop back onto the pillow where it had been residing for the past two hours.
"I know something we can do to brighten up the life of mutants everywhere."
"Too hot."
"So cool it down." Lucca grinned.
Bobby swung his legs over the side of the bed, and gave him a point blank look. "The last time I did that, I got a punishment ten times worse than what Numb and Lynx both have now, Shatter."
Lucca rolled his eyes, having stopped the twirling. He now held the object tightly in his fist, wondering to god what this kid's problem was.
"Who cares? Come on, let's go have some real fun." Lucca grinned, tossing the object at Bobby, who caught it deftly with his right hand.
Lucca walked out, grinning self-assuredly. He began to hum "mOBSCENE" by Marilyn Manson, hands in his pockets.
Bobby, on the other hand, was just staring at the glass. So maybe this was part of his mutation.
In fact, now that he thought about it. he didn't really know any of the new mutant's mutations --aside from Ryan.
***
Lauren had always been the type to prefer to be by herself, or rather, had been forced into thinking that.
After what her father
_ [daddy? Daddy no! get off me, please, daddy stop NO!]_
had done to her, she had elapsed into what the majority of rape victims often did. They begin to think themselves dirty and horrid, unwanted by anything to do with society.
But it was one of those days, and over the past few days she had grown a little closer to her surroundings.
Jamie, for one. They were in a few classes together in the middle school, and with the entire population of Bayville being aware of their "disfigurement" [even though nothing was peculiar about the way either one of them looked] they had been forced to rely on one another.
But thus is life.
Jamie, along with two multiples, was now running over to where Lauren sat underneath her designated tree of choice. "Hey Loz." he called, two of the three waving at her.
He had begun to call her Loz the third day of class, proclaiming she needed a cool nickname he could call her. She told him her mother used to call her 'Loz' and he smiled and agreed to call her that from now on.
"Hey," Two panted, while the other one was all energy, "You won't believe this. You've got to come check it out!"
He held out his hand for her, and she tentatively took it, thin fingers grasping his in a shy way.
Blushing, she let herself be led by a nearly combusting Jamie.
She was happy.
***
Over at the Boarding House, normally rowdy where you could never reach a moment of silence, even in the deadest hours of night, it was now silent as they all sat in their respective places looking glazed.
Ghost and Toad were, once again, playing a rigorous, rousing game of checkers.
And, once again, Michael was kicking Todd's red pieces to dust.
"You really need," Mike said, pronouncing every word carefully in a stupor-induced way, "to learn how to play chess."
"Why?"
Mike smirked, puffing up. He proclaimed haughtily in a much deeper voice, "Because it's a *man's* game!"
Todd looked at him for a moment, before bursting out laughing, as did Ghost.
"This is insane. There's nothing to do, yo. We've been playing checkers for practically the last five days."
"Two."
"Whatever, yo." A red piece triple-jumped Mike's pieces, only to be blown away.
"It's like fighting the X-Men," Toad sighed.
"You fight them?" Mike asked, a tad startled.
"Well of course, it's what we do to get our kicks." another blown move, "Plus it's our job. It's the only way we're allowed to live here without any parents. Mystique lets us live in her house as long as we do what she says from time to time."
"Sounds like bullshit."
"I don't have to worry about nothin' no more except if we got food, yo. Everything's cool here, so play."
***
"Do you ever go out?"
"No. I see that you just so happen to always be around too."
"No shit, I'll burn to a crisp if I do dumb-ass."
Lance sighed, resisting the urge to break his guitar in half and just start swinging wildly at the demon.
"Besides, I can't stand your sorry face, always moping after a little, oh say-."
"Don't start with me!"
"Meow," Neona said, running her tongue across her teeth afterwards for a certain affect.
Lance stood up, not thinking rationally. In one swift movement, he had yanked her off the couch where she had been sitting and threw her into the chair where he had previously sat.
Neona, for one, was not complaining one bit. "I've always liked guys who weren't afraid of being dominant, you sadist."
His eye twitched, his grip tightening on her wrists.
In her mind, she was laughing uncontrollably. She was wearing the shortest, breeziest skirt she had, with a brand new pair of fishnets. She looked at him poutily, running a foot--also with new shoes that had a 3- inch spike for heels--along his leg.
"So hurt me." she whispered, puckering her lips Marilyn Monroe-esque.
For a moment, he didn't even breathe, while she looked at him with growing worry. She had, after all, only been joking.
He was leaning in slowly, that amber in his eyes that was there the first day she met him now blazing with pure fury. She swallowed, the grin slowly dispersing.
So close, she breathed in his scent.
And she liked it.
***
Out of the depressing area were Tabitha and Denise, once again hooking arms and singing loudly to whatever obnoxious music they opted to. This time, they had chosen the park to terrorize, in hopes that a certain blue-eared lovely would be there.
Right now, as they collapsed in a fit of giggles on a bench as some of the elders there threw their heads back and huffed disapprovingly, they saw a beautiful day.
"Okay, Scott?" Tabitha grinned.
Denise pulled her nose into a snout with her thumb, stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes. "Arrgh!"
"A pirate?" Tabby exclaimed, falling into another fit.
"Oh shut up. What about, um, Neona?"
Tabby took a moment, and then imitated Jamie Lee Curtis in "Freaky Friday". "Fun-sucker!"
Denise grinned. "Me?"
"God, the things I could *list*! Don't even get me started!" Tabitha exclaimed, standing up, pretending to be superior, before Denise yanked her back down on the bench.
"You're so mean."
"Oh I know, darling, I know!" Tabby said, putting a pathetic British accent atop her normal voice.
"Oh my god, it's him!"
"With Amanda, keep dreaming."
"I wish they were fighting." Denise sighed.
"And you think I'm the mean one."
"You *are* the mean one," Denise stated simply, grinning to show all her teeth at a Tabby who was now rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
Suddenly, though, she stopped, grinning at the brunette. "I've got an idea."
***
"Damn!" Dainton cried, throwing his head back, falling against the mattress, and pounding his fist upon the sheets.
"I'm good, aren't I?" Ryan grinned.
"Too good!"
"C'mon, it was your first time, you did pretty good."
Dainton sighed, sitting back up, resting his head on his hands. "You probably play this every day anyway. There's no way I'll catch up to your standards." He fiddled with the Play Station controller, looking at it disgustedly.
"You'll just have to practice. Up for round two?"
Gabe looked at him blankly, "Sure, why no-."
Scott burst in, and Gabe tried his damnedest not to look guilty.
"Hey, suit up, both of you. Brotherhood's making trouble!"
"Who?" Ryan asked Dainton, as they ran after their leader.
"Apparently mutant 'enemies'."
"Great, not only humans but other mutants!" Ryan growled, his green cat eyes glittering ferociously.
***
Cackling.
Well, more laughter, but when one hears it down from the other end of a hallway, could they really be so sure?
Abigail was always rather good at cheering people up, but the vast majority of the newest recruits were talented at upping people's moods.
Jean sighed; she was always put in charge, along with Scott.
Why?
"Because you two are the oldest, the strongest, and the ones I trust the most," Xavier's voice rang in her head from the past.
Figures, she thought.
The young ones, these days...
She stopped her train of thought there, wondering where precisely that had come from.
"Girls?" She asked, peeking into the room.
Keely was reading a magazine, as Abigail did up her hair. It was an endearing sight.
"Duty calls," she grinned. "The Brotherhood are up to no good again."
"Finally! Some action!" Keely giggled, running with Abby to go get ready.
Jean rolled her eyes mentally, before calling the rest of the team.
Mainly, the new recruits.
***
Pietro always knew how to make an entrance, albeit rather rushed, but an entrance nonetheless.
"Trouble-at-the-park-hurry-guys-we-gotta-go-help-the-girls!"
"Why?" Neona called back, thrusting a wing out to block his exit seeing as he was already dressed for battle.
"Tabby and Denise were attacked by Fuzz-ball." Quicksilver said impatiently, ducking underneath and running out anyway.
Mike and Toad came stumbling out, finally beginning to wake up.
"Who?"
"Kurt," Lance growled, pushing his way past Neona and out the door, never-minding his fruit bowl helmet.
"I'll get Wanda," Neona said, beginning her way up the stairs, before Fred came bowling down.
"Ack!"
Fortunately, Neona was able to fly out of the way; otherwise she'd just be another flattened mutant to be lain out at the garbage.
"Forget it, Neona, I got it covered!" Toad said, hopping up with much excitement.
Neona landed next to Mike and looked at him blandly.
"Fifteen seconds, tops."
"Nah, I'll give him at least a minute." Ghost said.
"Ten bucks?"
"You're on. Dude, Lance, wait up!" Mike called, as Lance was revving up the jeep, thanking a thousand deities the Duo hadn't stolen his ride today.
They flew out of the driveway, as Neona threw on her trench and walked slowly out.
"Finally," she muttered, "some real bloodshed."
*****
Lucca and Bobby are going to appear again next chapter with a bigger part, I promise sycommansonboy! *cheesy grin*
Okay, it's a bit cut up and abrupt, but I just really wanted to get a chapter out all-fucking-ready. You know? Yeah...
AND! Next Chapter: You find out their Mutation/Power-type-things. YAY! *bites lip* I can't believe no one yelled at me about that. Hell, I can't believe I let that slip for ten effing chapters. Daaamn.
Love you all
-Holly
REVIEW REPLIES
Dee Saylors: Hullo! Thanks for your review, I've noticed that... there's NO chapter eight?! *cries*
Cheeky-bear07: You already know how I feel about you and your reviews, don't you? BTW, thankies for the New Years Card! *glomp* Aww, that wasn't my first slash. Just the first I've written that much detail about it. ^-^ I'm growing fond of it, in fact.
Sycommansonboy: ROFL. You're a popcorn, you know that? I saw you put me on your MSN list. Can't wait to chat! (I find it strange people want to talk to me... .)
TigerStorm: Okay, let's make an agreement. How about, if I have ch12 up before Feb, you got to get the first chapter of the OC story during Feb? Is that cool? Hope so. *shifty eyes*
Emerald Knight1: Not much competition. Just kidding. May I huggle you for your reviews?
DCJ: Psh. I love you infinity times infinity. So there! o.O