Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, except for those I invent.
Another story about a character I invented, D.C. For details about him and his powers, please see the stories entitled "D.C. and the CN Tower" chapters one, two, three, four, and five.
This story takes place two months after the last one I wrote.
Hee hee hee! D.C. was still struggling not to laugh. Oh that was great! Everybody must have been so surprised! From what he gathered, everyone was gathering in the lunchroom to have dinner when, suddenly they found themselves on the roof of the Sears Tower. They had taken roll call and found out he was the only one not there. Professor X had his laptop with him, and had used that to send D.C. an e-mail. They had had to wait for 2 hours before D.C. saw the e-mail and bought them all back. Once they were safe and sound in the mansion, everybody had a good laugh. Then Bobby encased D.C. in a shell of ice. Everybody else laughed.
D.C. wasn't so sure about that last bit, but everything else was hilarious. Maybe he should do it again, but this time leave everybody hanging from the Empire State Building's spire…
Nah. That would be too harsh. But it was a tempting thought. Imagine, one hundred people found clinging for life to a famous landmark's spire. But of course, Bobby would probably encase him in ice again. Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't.
Suddenly, Clark's alarm clock cut through D.C.'s train of thought. D.C. silenced it with a wave of his hand, even if it was across the room from him. Clark opened his eyes, and glared at D.C.
"You know I hate it when you do that. It screws up the radio antenna. Last night I had to take it apart to fix it because you were already asleep."
"Relax. I think I knew what went wrong. Turn on the radio. It should work."
Clark turned it on, but it produced nothing but static.
"OK, OK, I'll fix it."
D.C. groaned as he sat up. He used his newly discovered scanning powers, and discovered what was wrong with it. "What did you do when you fixed it?"
"I just stretched and cut out the antenna and replaced it with some wire, why?"
"Well, you didn't coil it up tight enough. Part of it is causing a short circuit. The speakers won't work at all. I'll fix it."
With that, D.C. stared hard at the radio. The antenna turned red and slowly curled up tighter. The wire curled away from the cable leading to the speakers, and the radio suddenly came to life.
"Next, on Radio Disney…."
D.C. looked up at Clark. "You listen to a radio station that was designed for children? My little brother-" D.C. stopped. It was hard to remember about his little brother, Dean. He would be twelve years old by now. D.C. realized Clark was staring at him. "My little brother could answer all the questions asked on that station in less then ten minutes. Plus, the music is nothing more then people singing with the skill of 5-year-olds! Except for R. Kelly of course."
Clark snorted.
Ahh, breakfast! Today was pancakes. Yum. D.C. sat at a table by himself. Well, he kinda had to, because he was the only one there. I hope I haven't sent them to Chicago again. Hee hee hee.
"What are you laughing at?" D.C. turned around. It was Bobby.
"I was just recalling your unexpected trip to Chicago. Sorry again by the way."
"Yeah, well, if you do it again, just make sure you send us to Paris or somewhere interesting like that."
"OK."
D.C. ate his way through two pancakes, then decided to get energy from the wall. He took an extension cord out of his backpack, plugged it into the wall, and inserted the other end into his arm. Power started to flow into him as he got out his laptop. He decided to surf the Internet until classes started. The mouse cursor moved, but he wasn't touching the mouse. It clicked on a link, which took him to a search engine. Words appeared on the screen, but the keyboard hadn't been touched. Then, web sites for earthquakes appeared on the screen. D.C. looked at a web site with info on quakes that had just happened somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.
Suddenly he felt a rumbling. His first thought was to scramble underneth the table. But no, it couldn't be an earthquake. Kids in the hall started shouting. D.C. closed the laptop, stuffed it into his backpack, and ran out into the hall. He looked out the window onto the basketball court, except there was one little problem. There was no basketball court.
There was just a hole. Then, a jet rose vertically out of it. Its nose pointed upwards, and it shot off into the sky. It was headed east. I wonder why.
D.C. walked into the common room and flipped the TV on. It was in the middle of a news report.
"-we don't know why, but communications have been cut off in Paris, France. It was quite sudden. Apparently several people reported to French authorities that in the middle of telephone calls, television, and satellite signals coming from Paris, a brief hissing was heard and then it went dead. Power has been cut off in the area surrounding Paris because all power generators are located within the city. A thick fog has obscured the main area of the city. Witnesses say that whenever a car went into the fog, they could hear the brakes screech, then silence. People walking or running into the mist emitted short screams, then also went silent. A military airplane also went inside the fog, when it disappeared from radar screens and contact was lost. Also, the Seine, the river that flows through the city, is still flowing in, but no water is coming out."
This might be a little dangerous. As far as D.C. knew, only Storm had the power to control the weather and conjure mist out of nothingness. But he knew that not even she could block radio, TV, and satellite signals. Something was very wrong. But how could he help out? If the teachers, or X-men or whatever they called themselves, needed his help they would have asked for it. But then again, what could he do? He was pretty sure he couldn't get in, not if that mist blocked all energy from getting in or out. Besides, if they needed help, they would be able to call him. But then again, how could they if radio signals were blocked?
Well, if they don't come back in 48 hours, I'll go and see why. If they do, I'm sure they'll explain what happened.
D.C.'s attention returned to the TV screen. They were showing a video of the mist covering the city. It looked like a gray bowl turned upside down over Paris. It looked rather ominous, but then, fog usually does. D.C. checked his watch. The jet would be there in less then three hours, if they went as fast as it could possibly could. I just hope whatever they're after isn't dangerous. D.C. snorted. The day the X-men go after someone that isn't dangerous will be the day Jupiter crashes into the sun and Saturn turns into a star.
"In other news Jupiter has been having certain orbital changes, and excessive light coming from Saturn has scientists bewildered."