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CHAPTER THREE: The End… Or Is It?
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Author's Note: The ending isn't too dramatic, but oh, what the heck! It took me half an hour on each of these chapters. I'm working on another one anyway. Let's see how our heroes escape this one. If they do!
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"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! SOMEONE SSSTTOP TH-THIS TH-TH-THING!" Jean yelled as the plunged downwards.
"I CAN'T! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" Scott yelled back, trying to repel the gravity forces peeling his lip into a funny fat position.
"YES IT WAS! IT WAS YOU T-T-TINKERING WITH TH-THE WIRES!" Logan snapped, but it actually didn't sound like he was mad because he was squinting and it looked like he was a cute smiling bunny.
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" Rogue muttered loudly.
"NO WE'RE NOT! WHY ARE YOU SO PESSIMISTIC?" Storm asked, annoyed, the heavy fact weighing on her that this fall would probably be her last.
But she was not paying any attention to the white-haired woman beside her, screaming for attention.
The compartment suddenly fell faster and everyone was "floating" in the middle of the compartment. Jean was crying.
"I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
"OH, BE QUIET! I WANT TO DIE A PEACEFUL DEATH!" Logan shouted.
"I'M WITH YOU!" Rogue yelled.
"I TOLD YOU, WE'RE NOT GONNA…" Storm could not finish her sentence as the elevator suddenly stopped, then went, stop, went, stop, went…. "DYIAAYAYAYAYAYAY! OWAWOW!" And it stopped, and there was a loud "THUMP."
"Good thing I landed on my safety cushion," Scott muttered.
"Told you folks we weren't gonna die," Storm announced proudly.
Jean scoffed, trying to hide her tears. "Yeah, whatever."
"Crybaby."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"STOP IT YOU TWO!" Scott said.
"You keep out of this!" The two women said at the same time. Rogue was rubbing her head and was mumbling a long but low "Oooooooooooooooowwww."
"Cool!" Logan said again. "How'd you do THAT?"
"I told you, Logan, the author did it!" Jean snapped.
"Oooooohhh, I toil for half an hour putting you in my fic and this is the thanks I get! Grrrrrreeeeaaaaat!" I said, impatient.
"Where'd THAT come from?" Logan said, amazed, looking around.
I smacked my forehead. "Heeeeeelllllooooooo! I'm the AUTHOR!"
"Oh. So that's how the author sounds like…"
"Oh," I said, mimicking his tone. "So? This the thanks I get?"
"Rather not thank you at all," Rogue grumbled.
"I heard that!"
Rogue shook her head and played at her white streaks.
"Fine. Fine! You'll just have to suffer for another half hour with, let's see… Jar Jar Binks!"
"Nooooooo!" Storm pleaded. "Anyone but the annoying, useless creature from Star Wars Episode One!"
"Hehehe, this is going to be so fun," I whispered, rubbing my palms together.
"Please, no, please!"
"What's wrong with this Binks character?" Jean asked.
"You don't want to know…" Storm started, and I seemed as if she might collapse.
Scott got an idea. "Give us Magneto!"
"Hello! You can't use your powers in this elevator," Logan said.
"Give it up, people," I managed through my smile. "It's so great being an author of a fan fiction story…"
"Get ready for your worst nightmare, mutants…" Storm managed.
Everyone got the message and they started pleading. "Please! Don't let us suffer anymore than we are now!" They all said.
The author, wanting to see how they'd handle on this on their own, let it go. "Fine," I said, "But no more 'blame it on the author' lines."
"It wasn't my fault! I just blurted it out! It's the author's fault!" Jean said.
Everyone else shot her "The Stare", and she got the picture. "Sorry, she mumbled.
"Yeah, yeah, fine. Take this as a warning. Kudos."
AFTER TEN SECONDS OF SILENCE
"Okay, can someone tell me what that was all about?" And what does 'Kudos' mean?" Logan asked, perplexed.
Everyone ignored the wondering wolverine, scared that they'd be trapped with an annoying Star Wars creature in this already hot compartment.
Scott tried settling things. "Gee, you know what, I think we should all just sit here, and wait until Prof X gets this thing fixed up so we won't get on anybody's nerves."
"Well, you know what? I think you're too late for not getting on MY nerves, pal," Logan said with a hot glare.
Scott sneered at him. "If I could use my powers, I'd make you fried egg a la carte right where you sit!"
"If you could catch me."
"I wouldn't need to."
They both sat there, glaring at each other.
"Lighten up, fellas," Rogue said, rolling her eyes.
"You ever wonder why X's folks didn't call him Aaron, or Ben, or Chris? Or maybe Zeke, then he'd be Prof Z! Ha! Ha, ha," Storm humored, "Well? That was supposed to be funny."
"It wasn't, so give it up," Jean muttered.
"Gee, someone here needs a shrink."
All of a sudden, the elevator doors opened, but it was between a floor, and Scott immediately shot up to help. "I got it," he said, again cockily.
"Whoa, hold it, cowboy. You've caused enough trouble for one day," Logan said, holding him back. "Let ME do this."
"Fine," he surrendered, "Go ahead and worsen this for all of us."
Logan ignored the sarcasm and climbed out. Everyone else was gathered at the doors, watching the wolf man climb up the cables.
"I see the doors!" He yelled, and Scott squealed like a girl in relief. He just as soon cleared his throat as he spotted the other women smirking at him.
"I'm out!" They heard in the distance. "I'm pulling the car up!"
They heard squeaking and groaning as they slowly pulled upwards.
When they finally saw the sweat-soaked (eew) face of Logan, they jumped out and hugged him, tackling him to the ground. Okay, so they didn't do that. What? I couldn't think of anything else.
Storm, Jean and Rogue thanked their hero profusely, but Scott shook Logan's hand in embarrassed surrender.
Prof X was smiling at them as they entered his office.
"Sorry we're late for the meeting," Jean said, fixing her hair.
"We got a little delayed," Storm said, looking away.
"Ah, that's all right," the prof replied, I know all about it."
"You WHAT?!" Rogue asked in terror.
"I set it up, in other words."
"Oh, you crippled, scheming…" Rogue fisted her hands.
Logan's eyes widened, as did Scott's. "YOU PUT US THROUGH ALL THAT?"
"Yes. I wanted to see how you would react to a situation like it, if I could trust you to work together as a team."
"I can't believe this…" Scott said, smiling and scoffing at the same time.
Prof X was smiling when they tackled him.
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That's all, folks! Don't forget to review this fic!
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CHAPTER THREE: The End… Or Is It?
***
Author's Note: The ending isn't too dramatic, but oh, what the heck! It took me half an hour on each of these chapters. I'm working on another one anyway. Let's see how our heroes escape this one. If they do!
***
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! SOMEONE SSSTTOP TH-THIS TH-TH-THING!" Jean yelled as the plunged downwards.
"I CAN'T! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" Scott yelled back, trying to repel the gravity forces peeling his lip into a funny fat position.
"YES IT WAS! IT WAS YOU T-T-TINKERING WITH TH-THE WIRES!" Logan snapped, but it actually didn't sound like he was mad because he was squinting and it looked like he was a cute smiling bunny.
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" Rogue muttered loudly.
"NO WE'RE NOT! WHY ARE YOU SO PESSIMISTIC?" Storm asked, annoyed, the heavy fact weighing on her that this fall would probably be her last.
But she was not paying any attention to the white-haired woman beside her, screaming for attention.
The compartment suddenly fell faster and everyone was "floating" in the middle of the compartment. Jean was crying.
"I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"
"OH, BE QUIET! I WANT TO DIE A PEACEFUL DEATH!" Logan shouted.
"I'M WITH YOU!" Rogue yelled.
"I TOLD YOU, WE'RE NOT GONNA…" Storm could not finish her sentence as the elevator suddenly stopped, then went, stop, went, stop, went…. "DYIAAYAYAYAYAYAY! OWAWOW!" And it stopped, and there was a loud "THUMP."
"Good thing I landed on my safety cushion," Scott muttered.
"Told you folks we weren't gonna die," Storm announced proudly.
Jean scoffed, trying to hide her tears. "Yeah, whatever."
"Crybaby."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"STOP IT YOU TWO!" Scott said.
"You keep out of this!" The two women said at the same time. Rogue was rubbing her head and was mumbling a long but low "Oooooooooooooooowwww."
"Cool!" Logan said again. "How'd you do THAT?"
"I told you, Logan, the author did it!" Jean snapped.
"Oooooohhh, I toil for half an hour putting you in my fic and this is the thanks I get! Grrrrrreeeeaaaaat!" I said, impatient.
"Where'd THAT come from?" Logan said, amazed, looking around.
I smacked my forehead. "Heeeeeelllllooooooo! I'm the AUTHOR!"
"Oh. So that's how the author sounds like…"
"Oh," I said, mimicking his tone. "So? This the thanks I get?"
"Rather not thank you at all," Rogue grumbled.
"I heard that!"
Rogue shook her head and played at her white streaks.
"Fine. Fine! You'll just have to suffer for another half hour with, let's see… Jar Jar Binks!"
"Nooooooo!" Storm pleaded. "Anyone but the annoying, useless creature from Star Wars Episode One!"
"Hehehe, this is going to be so fun," I whispered, rubbing my palms together.
"Please, no, please!"
"What's wrong with this Binks character?" Jean asked.
"You don't want to know…" Storm started, and I seemed as if she might collapse.
Scott got an idea. "Give us Magneto!"
"Hello! You can't use your powers in this elevator," Logan said.
"Give it up, people," I managed through my smile. "It's so great being an author of a fan fiction story…"
"Get ready for your worst nightmare, mutants…" Storm managed.
Everyone got the message and they started pleading. "Please! Don't let us suffer anymore than we are now!" They all said.
The author, wanting to see how they'd handle on this on their own, let it go. "Fine," I said, "But no more 'blame it on the author' lines."
"It wasn't my fault! I just blurted it out! It's the author's fault!" Jean said.
Everyone else shot her "The Stare", and she got the picture. "Sorry, she mumbled.
"Yeah, yeah, fine. Take this as a warning. Kudos."
AFTER TEN SECONDS OF SILENCE
"Okay, can someone tell me what that was all about?" And what does 'Kudos' mean?" Logan asked, perplexed.
Everyone ignored the wondering wolverine, scared that they'd be trapped with an annoying Star Wars creature in this already hot compartment.
Scott tried settling things. "Gee, you know what, I think we should all just sit here, and wait until Prof X gets this thing fixed up so we won't get on anybody's nerves."
"Well, you know what? I think you're too late for not getting on MY nerves, pal," Logan said with a hot glare.
Scott sneered at him. "If I could use my powers, I'd make you fried egg a la carte right where you sit!"
"If you could catch me."
"I wouldn't need to."
They both sat there, glaring at each other.
"Lighten up, fellas," Rogue said, rolling her eyes.
"You ever wonder why X's folks didn't call him Aaron, or Ben, or Chris? Or maybe Zeke, then he'd be Prof Z! Ha! Ha, ha," Storm humored, "Well? That was supposed to be funny."
"It wasn't, so give it up," Jean muttered.
"Gee, someone here needs a shrink."
All of a sudden, the elevator doors opened, but it was between a floor, and Scott immediately shot up to help. "I got it," he said, again cockily.
"Whoa, hold it, cowboy. You've caused enough trouble for one day," Logan said, holding him back. "Let ME do this."
"Fine," he surrendered, "Go ahead and worsen this for all of us."
Logan ignored the sarcasm and climbed out. Everyone else was gathered at the doors, watching the wolf man climb up the cables.
"I see the doors!" He yelled, and Scott squealed like a girl in relief. He just as soon cleared his throat as he spotted the other women smirking at him.
"I'm out!" They heard in the distance. "I'm pulling the car up!"
They heard squeaking and groaning as they slowly pulled upwards.
When they finally saw the sweat-soaked (eew) face of Logan, they jumped out and hugged him, tackling him to the ground. Okay, so they didn't do that. What? I couldn't think of anything else.
Storm, Jean and Rogue thanked their hero profusely, but Scott shook Logan's hand in embarrassed surrender.
Prof X was smiling at them as they entered his office.
"Sorry we're late for the meeting," Jean said, fixing her hair.
"We got a little delayed," Storm said, looking away.
"Ah, that's all right," the prof replied, I know all about it."
"You WHAT?!" Rogue asked in terror.
"I set it up, in other words."
"Oh, you crippled, scheming…" Rogue fisted her hands.
Logan's eyes widened, as did Scott's. "YOU PUT US THROUGH ALL THAT?"
"Yes. I wanted to see how you would react to a situation like it, if I could trust you to work together as a team."
"I can't believe this…" Scott said, smiling and scoffing at the same time.
Prof X was smiling when they tackled him.
***
That's all, folks! Don't forget to review this fic!
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