Chapter 7: Fire?
Chaos! The entire school was evacuating into the athletic area, as was only proper.
"No sign of smoke or flames…" Jean Grey noted to the Professor. Telepathically, of course. "It may be a false. Whoops- the headcount finished, we can talk."
The X-Team quickly gathered and talked… all at once.
"…on attendance day…" "like, I was doing well…" "I'm a mess…" "Glad I'm outta class… what's going on?" Similarly useless comments were being said through the whole X-Team, until Scott took center stage.
"Calm down, everyone!" Scott was doing his usual leadership thing again. "I don't see a fire, so it's a drill or a false al-"
The sound of Principal Darkholme, a.k.a. Mystique, cut him off. Bullhorn in one hand and… uh… Scott strained to make out whose hand she had a white-knuckle grip on. Scott resumed talking: "Jean, who's-"
"It's Todd Tolansky…" Jean didn't wait for him to finish the sentence.
"Toad? Really?"
"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Principal Darkholme had her megaphone on and was using it. "MEET OUR FALSE ALARMER! TODD TOLANSKY HAS TAKEN YOU ALL FROM CLASS- WHAT DO YOU WISH TO SAY TO HIM?" About half the students BOO-ed him, the other half cheering. "Way to go, Todd!" Typical. Principal Darkholme ignored them all and held Tolansky's hand high, so all could see the purple stain. "ALL ALARMS ARE BOOBYTRAPPED! FALSE-ALARMERS TO BE, REMEMBER THIS! I HAVE FOUND OUR FALSE-ALARMER, YOU CAN ALL GO BACK TO CLASS." Sighs of relief, as well as sighs of disappointment were heard as the students filed back to class.
Todd walked back with Principal Darkholme, as did the rest of the Brotherhood, to Darkholme's Office…
Author's Note: A false alarm. Yep. And the purple ink is based on real life. I'm picking up the pace on writing; we're starting to get to the GOOD part… see ya soon!