Eep.. :looks around the room at all the tired faces: Heh, so sorry for not updating sooner! LOL, I question if anyone even remembers this story now. -_- I had to go to a wedding, help parents with garage sale, and lots more this week. BUT I PROMISE THIS CHAPTER IS.. okay. =P Please review if you're out there! I want to know if this story is holding readers. ~~Is a dream sequence --shows time lapse yeah, all the usual stuff. ;)
Chapter 6: Predator and Prey
PG13 for language and some inferences to drug use. =P
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Kitty walked into his room, quietly sneaking up on him. He was lying in bed, half asleep on the Saturday morning. Half of his face was distorted as it squished into the pillow, and his arm limply hung over the edge of the bed. The covers had long ago been disgarded on the floor, leaving him only in his black shirt and red 'devil' boxers.
She stared down at him, deciding whether or not to let him sleep in peace. *Nah, the fuzzy idiot deserves this.* She then grabbed his comforter from the floor and easily stood on the footboard of the bed. Smiling evily, she did a belly flop with the blanket under her.
"Elf, time to wake UP!"
"OOMPH!" Kurt's voice muffled under the blanket as she sat on top of him, not letting him move.
"You know better than to sleep later than me. And on a Saturday. It's depressing!" She relaxed as he made a weak struggle to get out from under the comforter. It was then that she noticed the destroyed alarm clock at the edge of the room.
"You really need to stop doing that- whoa!" Kurt finally mustered up the strength to roll Kitty off the bed, and then curled up in a ball under his blanket.
"You have to get up, Logan's gonna train us today!"
"Great. Tell him I've broken my tail and that I have blue baby syndrome." He rolled away from her while she stood on the bed and kicked his behind.
"If you don't get up soon you will have a broken tail." She blinked at his joke. "And that blue baby thing is a really bad pun."
"Give me a break, I'm not supposed to be awake for another hour."
"GET UP."
"Nein."
This of course resulted in a wrestling match of shoving off the bed, porting back on, shoving off, phasing back on top, etc.
They were both finally exhausted and collapsed half on the bed and half off.
"You see, this is a nice compromise. Night." Kitty hit him again before he pushed her through the floor.
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Kurt barely felt something touch his face as his dream blacked out into unconciousness.
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"What the hell?!" Remy fell back from his crouch when his hand felt the fur. Kurt had been silent for at least 2 hours, and he had crawled over to check on the sleeping figure. Of couse, Kurt hadn't moved any closer to the fire, so he was still hidden in darkness.
The Cajun slowly held his hand to his face, looking at it curiously. That wasn't hair, it was soft fuzz..almost like velvet... He slid his other hand back to balance himself when it touched the flame from the bonfire.
"Ow, damnit-" Some twigs from the fire rolled forward as he yanked his hand back. "Dis is not Remy's day. Or night. Or whatever." His eyes froze when they looked back up. One of the twigs had just rolled forward enough to cast a shadowy light on Kurt's injured form. Remy sat still in both fear and amazement, contemplating each of his features.
Blue fur covered his entire body, and he had a black, almost navy blue colored hair. Pointed ears and fangs complemented his face. The most striking part was that his hands owned only three fingers each, and two toes on his feet. A long, three-foot tail curled around his back. His left foot was swollen beyond belief, and a wound on his forhead had some dried, matted blood surrounding it.
"Boy, when you get de gene, you really get de gene, no?"
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The sun had gently risen over the horizon when Kurt felt his senses come back to life. The first thing he felt was something wet and cold falling on his face. "Vas?!" He sat up suddenly, startling Remy. The wet cloth fell to his lap.
"Calm down, mon ami. Remy ain't gonna urt you." Kurt, dazed, blinked several times.
"Am I in France?" The Cajun cocked his eye at the statement.
"Non.. you are in Colorado. About an hour east of Denver." This only confused Kurt further.
"Colorado?! Is that in Canada or something?"
"Boy, you gotta pay more attention to your geography. Lie down, put that cloth on your head." Kurt, too tired to fight or defend himself, accepted Remy as a friend and complied.
"Colorado is just in the western US. Where are you from?"
"Vestchester.."
"Where in the heck is that?" Remy began to take an old cloth of his and wrapped it around Kurt's foot.
"New York, vhy?"
"How in de hell did you get out here?" Kurt shrugged, forcing a half smile.
"I don know what you're on, but if it has dis sort of effect you gotta give Remy some of dat."
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Remy shared his scraps for breakfast, all the while staring at Kurt. Kurt, in turn, stared back.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Remy quickly looked down at his food.
"Ey, it's not often you see someone quite like..you. Are you some sort of demon or someting?" Kurt's eyes grew sad at the comment- so many times in life, he had been judged as a creature from Hell before even introducing himself.
"Nein, I guess I just got lucky." Remy smiled and picked up a card. "So you're a mutant? Ere, let Remy show you 'is power."
Remy looked at the card for half a second and it began to glow from dark orange to bright yellow. He then flung it at Kurt, and it exploded just above his head. Kurt simply fell back to the ground, staring nervously at the remaining sparks as they drifted down around him. "Not bad, eh?"
"Oh yeah, try zis." Kurt shakily stood up, and Remy jumped slightly at the sudden cloud of smoke that replaced where Kurt once was.
"Boo." He ripped around to find Kurt a foot behind him. " 'Not bad, eh?' "
After breakfast, Remy pointed kurt in the direction of New York. "You jus keep eading dat way an you'll get dere soon enough." Turning on his heels, Remy began to head north.
"Vait! You think you could phone a place for me? Like I said, I'm not people-friendly." Remy didn't look back when he responded.
"Sorry kid, Rem's a loner. Every freak for 'imself." Kurt frowned before following behind him.
"Aw, come on, just one call?" He flashed his famous smile. "And who are you calling kid, kid? You can't be older than 16."
"17."
"Okay, vhen's your birthday?" Remy rolled his eyes. Why did this fuzzball have to follow him? It just wasn't his style.
"I haven't the slightest clue."
"So how do you know you're 17?"
"Would ya jus shut up an leave me alone? I got business."
"Sorry. Once I'm by you, you can't get rid of me." Kurt smiled again before whistling. Remy hated him, but.. he wasn't bad.
"Fine. You can come, but I'm de boss."
"Yes sir...You can't be older than 16."
"If we contine like this all day, you're going to be kissing some tree, fuzzy!"
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Evan and Scott were flipping through the channels on the big screen. That had used to be Kurt's job, with all the other teens yelling at him about it. Kitty laid bored on a bean bag, while jean was flopped back on the couch. Lately, everyone had lost their usual jazz for life.
Charles and Storm were in the other room, watching them through the doorway.
"Charles, I don't like them like this. It's not good for them."
"I've tried to distract them, but I believe it's best that they learn to talk to each other about it. Especially Kitty." She had been unusually quiet lately.
"Evan, just pick a channel and stick with it." Jean picked up her fashion magazine when her eyes got tired of watching. Then, she saw just a glimpse of a newscast. "Hurry, go back!"
The channel was 7 News, and a reporter was jabbering about something. The part that caught her eye was Kurt's holographic form in the upper right corner. "..This 16-year-old boy went missing 5 days ago, as reported from Westchester. He stands 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighing approximately 150 pounds. He also speaks with a German accent. Kurt Wagner just recently moved here to the United States, at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. He was last seen heading west, but no tracks or clues have been found. If you have any information about the whereabouts of this boy, please call.." Evan muted it as they all stared in silence.
"Professor, why'd you put him in the news?!" Kitty hystarically ran to the room Charles was sitting in. "If they found him.. and touched him.. what would happen to him? What if he doesn't even have his watch anymore?" Ororo gently held her arm to tell her to calm down.
"I know Kitty, this was our last resort. You want him back safe, don't you?"
"Yes.. but they're gonna find out he's a mutant..."
Evan had turned the news back on when Kurt's picture disappeared. His smiling image was burned freshly into all of their minds. "And now, across the nation. Police are also on the lookout for 17 year old Remy LeBeau, a Cajun teenager living in the New Orleans area. He has a warrant for grand theft and suspected of the first degree murder of Daniel McCoy, a local shop owner. Daniel's family has grieved over the death of their friend.."
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Thousands of miles away, in California, another figure watched the newscast while talking in his phone.
"They fell for the frame. Are you sure you left enough DNA evidence from Mr. LeBeau?" On the other end, Trek smiled to himself.
"Yeah, when they get our little tip as to were he is, they can get him for life."
"Don't tell the police until after you capture him. Got it? We want to be the saviors, not the enemy of mankind."
The figure leaned comfortably back in his chair, turning around to look at the lab. The glass window in front of him showed the entire 2 story lab, full of machines and scientists. Several mutants were trapped within, seemingly born to spend their entire life as test subjects. "Yes, Remy. You will make a fine specimen."
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"Okay, so you like this girl." Remy and Kurt had been wandering across fields and occasional forests for hours. They were now stopped at a stream.
"Yah, and she doesn't exactly have the same feelings for me."
"I'm not sure how anyone can have feelings for you." Kurt's eyes narrowed.
"Vatch vhat you say smartass, I can teleport your head right off of your body."
"Ey, it was jus a joke! You of all people should know dat." Remy smiled and tossed him an apple.
"I'm trying to cut down on the jokes. I almost lost my best friend. Girlfriend. Vhatever." His gaze studied the apple, probably remembering some past events. Remy wanted to get his mind off of that.
"So keep going, she doesn't have the same feelings for you..?"
"Yah, vhat do I do? I've tried everything."
"Perhaps she could just plain not be interested. I shoud know, I can go through 10 girls a week." Kurt blankly stared at the proud Remy.
"That's a good thing?"
"Be quiet, we can't let them know we're here." Trek waved at his comrades to gather closer. "And who the hell is he with?"
"Looks like a Gremlin or somethin." Blaine crouched in the grass, surveying the scene.
"No way, Gremlins are green."
"Would the both of you stop arguing? Alek, can you shoot it from back here? I bet its genetic material is a gold mine!"
"Does a baby say goo?" Alek smiled proudly as he let the amputated arm load its tranquilizer. "Nap time, freak."
Remy froze as he sat at the stream's edge, washing his face. "Vas?"
"Someting's not right.." The Cajun slowly stood up, looking all around. "I get dis feeling dat someone I know is near..." His eye caught the distant form of three teenagers about a quarter of a mile away. "Damn hypocrites, hunting dere own kind...DUCK!"
He leaped on Kurt's confused form as a tiny dart missed them by a few inches. It shot into the tree behind them. They both flattened to the ground as assorted darts and bullets destroyed the surrounding area.
"We gotta get outta ere, dey seen you and your appearance." Kurt simply sat confused. "I'LL EXPLAIN LATER! Can you do that poofy ting again?" He nodded, before they both disappeared into thin air.
"What the heck just happened?" Trek stared at the space. "I didn't see them run anywhere!" Alek began to panic, thinking of what Mr. Kain would do. Blaine simply held up his hand.
"I got them on heat sensors. I can barely see them, but they're about a half mile away. We have to hurry!"
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"You can't lay down kid, Blaine can probably still see us back here." Remy pulled Kurt from the ground while he sat gasping.
"It's..hard..to port..2 people..and vhen you're not feeling sunny either." He yelped in pain as Remy roughly tugged him away. He was forced to run on both feet.
"You don understand, we CANNOT get caught. Got dat?" He gently shook Kurt's scared body. "Keep going."
They ran into the dusk, the predators and prey.
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Whew! It's now 11 at night, and I'm tired. So please excuse me if this sorta sux. There are so many good action writers out there, I just don't happen to be one of them. So, don't expect really great battle scenes from me. -_- Chapter 7 will be up in a few hours, followed by chapter 8, maybe even chapter 9! I hope to get this done in 10 chapters, but you never know. Thanks for the wait! PLEASE, please review! If you do, I'll send you some flowers! (Or maybe not..)
~Tikirz
Chapter 6: Predator and Prey
PG13 for language and some inferences to drug use. =P
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Kitty walked into his room, quietly sneaking up on him. He was lying in bed, half asleep on the Saturday morning. Half of his face was distorted as it squished into the pillow, and his arm limply hung over the edge of the bed. The covers had long ago been disgarded on the floor, leaving him only in his black shirt and red 'devil' boxers.
She stared down at him, deciding whether or not to let him sleep in peace. *Nah, the fuzzy idiot deserves this.* She then grabbed his comforter from the floor and easily stood on the footboard of the bed. Smiling evily, she did a belly flop with the blanket under her.
"Elf, time to wake UP!"
"OOMPH!" Kurt's voice muffled under the blanket as she sat on top of him, not letting him move.
"You know better than to sleep later than me. And on a Saturday. It's depressing!" She relaxed as he made a weak struggle to get out from under the comforter. It was then that she noticed the destroyed alarm clock at the edge of the room.
"You really need to stop doing that- whoa!" Kurt finally mustered up the strength to roll Kitty off the bed, and then curled up in a ball under his blanket.
"You have to get up, Logan's gonna train us today!"
"Great. Tell him I've broken my tail and that I have blue baby syndrome." He rolled away from her while she stood on the bed and kicked his behind.
"If you don't get up soon you will have a broken tail." She blinked at his joke. "And that blue baby thing is a really bad pun."
"Give me a break, I'm not supposed to be awake for another hour."
"GET UP."
"Nein."
This of course resulted in a wrestling match of shoving off the bed, porting back on, shoving off, phasing back on top, etc.
They were both finally exhausted and collapsed half on the bed and half off.
"You see, this is a nice compromise. Night." Kitty hit him again before he pushed her through the floor.
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Kurt barely felt something touch his face as his dream blacked out into unconciousness.
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"What the hell?!" Remy fell back from his crouch when his hand felt the fur. Kurt had been silent for at least 2 hours, and he had crawled over to check on the sleeping figure. Of couse, Kurt hadn't moved any closer to the fire, so he was still hidden in darkness.
The Cajun slowly held his hand to his face, looking at it curiously. That wasn't hair, it was soft fuzz..almost like velvet... He slid his other hand back to balance himself when it touched the flame from the bonfire.
"Ow, damnit-" Some twigs from the fire rolled forward as he yanked his hand back. "Dis is not Remy's day. Or night. Or whatever." His eyes froze when they looked back up. One of the twigs had just rolled forward enough to cast a shadowy light on Kurt's injured form. Remy sat still in both fear and amazement, contemplating each of his features.
Blue fur covered his entire body, and he had a black, almost navy blue colored hair. Pointed ears and fangs complemented his face. The most striking part was that his hands owned only three fingers each, and two toes on his feet. A long, three-foot tail curled around his back. His left foot was swollen beyond belief, and a wound on his forhead had some dried, matted blood surrounding it.
"Boy, when you get de gene, you really get de gene, no?"
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The sun had gently risen over the horizon when Kurt felt his senses come back to life. The first thing he felt was something wet and cold falling on his face. "Vas?!" He sat up suddenly, startling Remy. The wet cloth fell to his lap.
"Calm down, mon ami. Remy ain't gonna urt you." Kurt, dazed, blinked several times.
"Am I in France?" The Cajun cocked his eye at the statement.
"Non.. you are in Colorado. About an hour east of Denver." This only confused Kurt further.
"Colorado?! Is that in Canada or something?"
"Boy, you gotta pay more attention to your geography. Lie down, put that cloth on your head." Kurt, too tired to fight or defend himself, accepted Remy as a friend and complied.
"Colorado is just in the western US. Where are you from?"
"Vestchester.."
"Where in the heck is that?" Remy began to take an old cloth of his and wrapped it around Kurt's foot.
"New York, vhy?"
"How in de hell did you get out here?" Kurt shrugged, forcing a half smile.
"I don know what you're on, but if it has dis sort of effect you gotta give Remy some of dat."
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Remy shared his scraps for breakfast, all the while staring at Kurt. Kurt, in turn, stared back.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Remy quickly looked down at his food.
"Ey, it's not often you see someone quite like..you. Are you some sort of demon or someting?" Kurt's eyes grew sad at the comment- so many times in life, he had been judged as a creature from Hell before even introducing himself.
"Nein, I guess I just got lucky." Remy smiled and picked up a card. "So you're a mutant? Ere, let Remy show you 'is power."
Remy looked at the card for half a second and it began to glow from dark orange to bright yellow. He then flung it at Kurt, and it exploded just above his head. Kurt simply fell back to the ground, staring nervously at the remaining sparks as they drifted down around him. "Not bad, eh?"
"Oh yeah, try zis." Kurt shakily stood up, and Remy jumped slightly at the sudden cloud of smoke that replaced where Kurt once was.
"Boo." He ripped around to find Kurt a foot behind him. " 'Not bad, eh?' "
After breakfast, Remy pointed kurt in the direction of New York. "You jus keep eading dat way an you'll get dere soon enough." Turning on his heels, Remy began to head north.
"Vait! You think you could phone a place for me? Like I said, I'm not people-friendly." Remy didn't look back when he responded.
"Sorry kid, Rem's a loner. Every freak for 'imself." Kurt frowned before following behind him.
"Aw, come on, just one call?" He flashed his famous smile. "And who are you calling kid, kid? You can't be older than 16."
"17."
"Okay, vhen's your birthday?" Remy rolled his eyes. Why did this fuzzball have to follow him? It just wasn't his style.
"I haven't the slightest clue."
"So how do you know you're 17?"
"Would ya jus shut up an leave me alone? I got business."
"Sorry. Once I'm by you, you can't get rid of me." Kurt smiled again before whistling. Remy hated him, but.. he wasn't bad.
"Fine. You can come, but I'm de boss."
"Yes sir...You can't be older than 16."
"If we contine like this all day, you're going to be kissing some tree, fuzzy!"
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Evan and Scott were flipping through the channels on the big screen. That had used to be Kurt's job, with all the other teens yelling at him about it. Kitty laid bored on a bean bag, while jean was flopped back on the couch. Lately, everyone had lost their usual jazz for life.
Charles and Storm were in the other room, watching them through the doorway.
"Charles, I don't like them like this. It's not good for them."
"I've tried to distract them, but I believe it's best that they learn to talk to each other about it. Especially Kitty." She had been unusually quiet lately.
"Evan, just pick a channel and stick with it." Jean picked up her fashion magazine when her eyes got tired of watching. Then, she saw just a glimpse of a newscast. "Hurry, go back!"
The channel was 7 News, and a reporter was jabbering about something. The part that caught her eye was Kurt's holographic form in the upper right corner. "..This 16-year-old boy went missing 5 days ago, as reported from Westchester. He stands 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighing approximately 150 pounds. He also speaks with a German accent. Kurt Wagner just recently moved here to the United States, at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. He was last seen heading west, but no tracks or clues have been found. If you have any information about the whereabouts of this boy, please call.." Evan muted it as they all stared in silence.
"Professor, why'd you put him in the news?!" Kitty hystarically ran to the room Charles was sitting in. "If they found him.. and touched him.. what would happen to him? What if he doesn't even have his watch anymore?" Ororo gently held her arm to tell her to calm down.
"I know Kitty, this was our last resort. You want him back safe, don't you?"
"Yes.. but they're gonna find out he's a mutant..."
Evan had turned the news back on when Kurt's picture disappeared. His smiling image was burned freshly into all of their minds. "And now, across the nation. Police are also on the lookout for 17 year old Remy LeBeau, a Cajun teenager living in the New Orleans area. He has a warrant for grand theft and suspected of the first degree murder of Daniel McCoy, a local shop owner. Daniel's family has grieved over the death of their friend.."
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Thousands of miles away, in California, another figure watched the newscast while talking in his phone.
"They fell for the frame. Are you sure you left enough DNA evidence from Mr. LeBeau?" On the other end, Trek smiled to himself.
"Yeah, when they get our little tip as to were he is, they can get him for life."
"Don't tell the police until after you capture him. Got it? We want to be the saviors, not the enemy of mankind."
The figure leaned comfortably back in his chair, turning around to look at the lab. The glass window in front of him showed the entire 2 story lab, full of machines and scientists. Several mutants were trapped within, seemingly born to spend their entire life as test subjects. "Yes, Remy. You will make a fine specimen."
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"Okay, so you like this girl." Remy and Kurt had been wandering across fields and occasional forests for hours. They were now stopped at a stream.
"Yah, and she doesn't exactly have the same feelings for me."
"I'm not sure how anyone can have feelings for you." Kurt's eyes narrowed.
"Vatch vhat you say smartass, I can teleport your head right off of your body."
"Ey, it was jus a joke! You of all people should know dat." Remy smiled and tossed him an apple.
"I'm trying to cut down on the jokes. I almost lost my best friend. Girlfriend. Vhatever." His gaze studied the apple, probably remembering some past events. Remy wanted to get his mind off of that.
"So keep going, she doesn't have the same feelings for you..?"
"Yah, vhat do I do? I've tried everything."
"Perhaps she could just plain not be interested. I shoud know, I can go through 10 girls a week." Kurt blankly stared at the proud Remy.
"That's a good thing?"
"Be quiet, we can't let them know we're here." Trek waved at his comrades to gather closer. "And who the hell is he with?"
"Looks like a Gremlin or somethin." Blaine crouched in the grass, surveying the scene.
"No way, Gremlins are green."
"Would the both of you stop arguing? Alek, can you shoot it from back here? I bet its genetic material is a gold mine!"
"Does a baby say goo?" Alek smiled proudly as he let the amputated arm load its tranquilizer. "Nap time, freak."
Remy froze as he sat at the stream's edge, washing his face. "Vas?"
"Someting's not right.." The Cajun slowly stood up, looking all around. "I get dis feeling dat someone I know is near..." His eye caught the distant form of three teenagers about a quarter of a mile away. "Damn hypocrites, hunting dere own kind...DUCK!"
He leaped on Kurt's confused form as a tiny dart missed them by a few inches. It shot into the tree behind them. They both flattened to the ground as assorted darts and bullets destroyed the surrounding area.
"We gotta get outta ere, dey seen you and your appearance." Kurt simply sat confused. "I'LL EXPLAIN LATER! Can you do that poofy ting again?" He nodded, before they both disappeared into thin air.
"What the heck just happened?" Trek stared at the space. "I didn't see them run anywhere!" Alek began to panic, thinking of what Mr. Kain would do. Blaine simply held up his hand.
"I got them on heat sensors. I can barely see them, but they're about a half mile away. We have to hurry!"
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"You can't lay down kid, Blaine can probably still see us back here." Remy pulled Kurt from the ground while he sat gasping.
"It's..hard..to port..2 people..and vhen you're not feeling sunny either." He yelped in pain as Remy roughly tugged him away. He was forced to run on both feet.
"You don understand, we CANNOT get caught. Got dat?" He gently shook Kurt's scared body. "Keep going."
They ran into the dusk, the predators and prey.
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Whew! It's now 11 at night, and I'm tired. So please excuse me if this sorta sux. There are so many good action writers out there, I just don't happen to be one of them. So, don't expect really great battle scenes from me. -_- Chapter 7 will be up in a few hours, followed by chapter 8, maybe even chapter 9! I hope to get this done in 10 chapters, but you never know. Thanks for the wait! PLEASE, please review! If you do, I'll send you some flowers! (Or maybe not..)
~Tikirz
