Chapter 5
All the main characters, except for Phobia, belong to Marvel. Sorry the chapters are so short, but I usually don't work with themJ
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Scott gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the conversation in the back, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Apparently, Evan and Kurt had just found a half-eaten bag of Doritos and were now fighting over it.
"Hey, I saw it first!" Evan shouted, pulling at the bag.
"No vay, I did!" Kurt argued, tugging.
"I don't think so!"
" Ja, I did!"
"Would y'all just settle down! Ah can't even think back here," Rogue snapped. Kurt and Evan looked at her, then resumed their fierce fighting, yanking at the chip bag until it tore, sending cheese Doritos everywhere.
"Ugh! Y'all got chips on mah new pants!" Rogue roared.
Scott tried hard to concentrate on the empty road ahead. Fortunately for Ororo, she had fallen asleep and had not been waken by Evan and Kurt's wild antics. Marie was still raging about her brand new clothes in the back, and Kurt was wedged between the seat and the floor, devouring stray chips.
"Hey," Evan said, pushing past Nightcrawler, "are we almost there? I seems like we've been driving for hours."
"We have," was the response.
"Oh," Evan said, disappointed.
There was a moment of blessed silence, and then the argument began anew. Scott turned on the radio to some rap station in an effort to try to drown out the awful noise.
"Turn it!" Kurt yelled, spraying bits of chips on the driver's bare neck when he spoke, "I hate this song!"
Scott sighed and moved his hand.
"No, Ah like this song," Marie protested.
"Turn it!"
Rogue wadded up the tissue that she was using to wipe off her pants and hurled it at Kurt. It bounced off of his head and he glowered at her from across Evan.
"Vhy did you do that?" He demanded.
"Because you're annoyin' me."
"I am not!" Kurt countered, rather huffily.
"Would all of you please me quiet back there?!!" Scott erupted, the car nearly swerving out of its lane. His scream of frustration woke Ororo, who glanced about wildly.
"What's going on?" She snarled, her eyes still half closed.
No one answered, for Scott was concentrating too much on the tree lined road ahead. The others were finally silent, the only sounds being the music coming from the radio and the steady hum of the car. Scott let himself relax, focusing on the expansive wilderness ahead. It was nearly night time; the sun was slipping from view, leaving the sky a mixture of brilliant reds and oranges.
"I'm hungry," Evan said from the back.
"Yeah, me too!" Kurt chipped in.
Scott silently chided himself for ever agreeing to go on this trip and looked out for the nearest gas station. It was dark by the time they found one; everyone piled out of the car except for Ororo, who remained in her seat. The silhouette of the small car with all of its camping equipment could be seen against the bright neon lights of the station's tiny store.
They went inside, and Kurt stocked up on everything from Snickers bars to small bags of popcorn. As Rogue started to put down a copy of her favorite Goth magazine beside the towering pile of food, she noticed a slight flicker in Kurt's holographic screen.
"We got ta go," she whispered to Nightcrawler, "Your hologram's beginning ta fade-,"
Hurriedly, they paid for the items and left, rushing past a dark car and into their own.
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"I guess you were right, Toad. They are coming up this way," Lance said, leaning across the dashboard to study Xavier's little twerps.
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right," Tolensky replied, his yellow eyes almost glowing in the blackness of the car.
"Shhh," Mystique hissed. She was no longer in the form of Darkholme; now she looked like an average college student, her straw-colored hair pulled back into a braid and her green eyes glittering.
"Are we going to follow them?" Todd questioned, watching as the other car started up. Mystique grinned, more like a baring of teeth than an actual smile.
"Yes."