Disclaimer: I would very much like to own X-Men, but I don't, so I'll just settle for writing this fic.
Now, boys and girls, lemme tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a boy who liked writing fanfiction. He wrote a story and posted it online, and everyone seemed to like it. Unfortunately, this boy was a complete idiot, so he got bored with the story and let it float around the net, unfinished. Now, this boy had a friend named Chaya, who yelled at the boy to finish until she finally managed to get it through his thick skull. And so he posted.
Seriously, though, I'm sorry to anyone who read this before that I didn't post for so long. I'm SORRY! Be that as it may, I'm shameless enough to continue asking for reviews, even if the review consists of berating me for not posting for so long. Enjoy the story.
"Zat vent vell." I said.
Leo, Chaya, and I vere heading out of Voolvorth, Leo and I in ze front, Chaya in ze back. She hadn't been very happy about zat, but Leo had pointed out a varning in ze car zat said, "Caution: side air bag. Do not ride in passenger seat unless thirteen or older."
Grumbling, Chaya had climbed into ze back of ze car, mumbling somezing about "technicalities".
"Yeah, I didn't know your parents were so easy-going, Cha," said Leo.
"It's no big deal, guys," she said, blushing.
"Vhat? You had your parents convinced in ten seconds!" I said.
"You were outside. You don't know how I did that," said Chaya.
"Enlighten us," said Leo.
"I… told them that if they didn't let me go, I was going to run away. I told them I knew that they could find me if they wanted to, but if I was that serious, they should just let me go and save everyone the trouble."
"And zey said…" I prompted.
"That they agreed. They weren't happy about it, but they said if I wanted to go that badly, then I should."
"Ze professor vill either be furious or amused," I told Leo.
"Hmm," he replied." Anyway, I'd make myself comfortable if I were you, Cha. This'll be a long trip."
"You are now leaving Voolvorth," I read aloud.
Chaya stared at me. "I love your accent," she said.
I blushed uncontrollably. Leo smirked, and changed the subject to start explaining for half an hour some things about Chaya's powers to her.
"Vhere are ve? Vhat town is zis? Vhy didn't I see it vhen ve came in?" I interrupted.
Leo glanced out at ze town ve vere passing through. "You were asleep last time we passed it. I don't know what town it is. You're the one with the atlas."
I pulled ze atlas out of ze glove compartment, and glanced down at the map. "It's not on here."
"Don't be ridiculous," said Chaya. "It's got to be on there. It's a town. And an old one, judging from the paint jobs."
"It's not on here. Look for yourself."
Chaya leaned over ze back of my seat and read over my shoulder. I felt her varm breath on my ear, and shuddered.
"You're right. It's not on there," she admitted.
Leo glanced up to look at ze town, and his eyes narrowed. "They faked the paint job."
"Vhat?"
"The paint job. They faked it. They made it look old. It's not as old as it looks."
"How can you tell?" asked Chaya.
"In bad neighborhoods, if you have a nice car, it's easy to get it stolen. So, people will take paint and go over the finish, so the car looks older and shoddier than it is. These people did the same thing, but they didn't do a very good job of it. If you know what to look for, you can tell."
"Why would anyone make a house look older than it was?" asked Chaya.
"I don't…" Leo cut himself off at the sudden sound of sirens. Ve all glanced back to see a cop car right behind us. "Damn it to hell," Leo muttered, pulling over.
"Mein Gott," I said.
"Frak," said Chaya. I gave her an odd look. "What?"
Ze cop car pulled up behind us, and two police got out.
"Um, is it just me, or are they carrying rifles?" asked Chaya.
It vasn't just her. Both cops vere carrying long rifles. I vas no gun expert, so I couldn't tell you vhat type zey vere, but zey vere rifles all ze same.
Leo rolled down the window. "Is there a problem, officer?"
"Yeah," the first officer said, pointing into the back of the car. "The girl ain't buckled up."
I gave a mental sigh of relief. Leo nodded, and said, "I'm sorry, officer. We're from out of state, and I didn't know there was a seat belt law in this state. Chaya, buckle up."
Chaya nodded and did so. Leo vent to close ze vindow, vhen ze hand of ze first officer came down on ze door.
"You'll get a ticket," the man said patiently.
Leo groaned. "All right, that's understandable. How much is it?"
"A hundred dollars."
Leo shrugged. "Look, that's fine, and I understand. I'm in a hurry though, so if I can just pay you now…" He reached for his vallet, but ze cop jumped back and lifted his rifle.
"Step out of the car, and then you can pay me, all right? I want to make sure you don't try to pull something."
"Vhat? Zat's ridiculous!" I said angrily. Leo shot me a glare, and opened the door, stepping out.
"Now, can I please…" Leo began, before the ozer cop, zat had been standing zere ze whole time, not saying anyzing, suddenly grabbed his rifle by ze end of barrel and swung. Leo spun to see what he was doing, but he chose a bad time. Ze rifle connected vith his chin, spinning him around and dropping him into ze dirt.
"Leo!" I shouted. Chaya gave a surprised shout.
The ozer "cop" put his rifle next to Leo's temple and grinned at me. "You 'port, German," he said dangerously, "and the mutie gets it."
'Port. Mutie.
Zey knew vhat ve vere.
"Kurt," hissed Chaya, "what now?"
I honestly didn't know. Ve had two people vho could zink of vhat to do in a bad situation: Scott and Leo. But Scott vasn't here, and Leo vas out cold.
"Out of the car, little muties," the man in ze cop uniform said, like it vas a childhood game. "Come out, come out, little muties."
I used some language zat vould have made Leo proud.
"Now now now, that's no way to talk, little mutie. Why don't you be a good mutie, and get out of the car, like your friend." His expression vent hard. "Your friend who will have a bullet in his head, if you don't come out right now!"
Zis guy vas mentally unbalanced. I vas sure of it.
"Chaya, ve've got no choice," I said unhappily.
She nodded, then reached across the seat and gave my hand a squeeze. "I'd rather kick some, but you're the boss."
I vas not very happy about zat. But her comment about "kicking some" vas sounding like a good idea.
"Here's the plan," I vhispered to her. Then I muttered into her ear. She nodded. "Got it? Good. Let's go."
Ve both opened our car doors slowly. Ze rifles quickly vent up and vere pointed at us. I swallowed hard, but valked forvard, hands in ze air. Vone of ze men grabbed me roughly, shoved me against ze car, and slapped some handcuffs on me.
The ozer guy tried to do ze same zing to Chaya, but she vasn't about to go along vith it.
Instead, she kneed him in a very sensitive area.
Plus, she vas using her powers, and her knee vas moving at about two hundred miles an hour.
Ze man screamed (and I mean screamed!) and fell to the ground, crying. Not zat I could blame him.
Chaya shot through ze road, nozing but a blur, and grabbed Leo, pulling him up. She zen ran over to me, ramming ze guard avay, and grabbed my arm.
"Kurt, 'port! Now!"
I quickly 'ported… or tried to. Instead, I felt as if a lightning bolt had hit me. I yelled in pain, and fell to ze ground.
"Kurt! Frak, Kurt, you have to get up! Kurt!" Chaya shouted at me, but I could barely move. Vhat had happened?
Chaya reached down to pick me up, but the second man vas back. He grabbed her arm, and slapped another pair of handcuffs onto her wrist.
"Maybe we forgot to mention this earlier," he said, "but these handcuffs have special chips in them. Chips that electrocute anyone who tries to use a mutant power while wearing them."
Zat vas bad. And zings got vorse a second later, vhen ze guy vho Chaya had nailed in ze crotch got up.
"YOU DAMN MUTIE!" the man shouted, grabbing Chaya by ze neck and lifting her. I shouted in anger and fear, but ze ozer, calmer man, grabbed his arm.
"Let her down," he said calmly. "She'll get what she has coming when she's in the lab."
Ze first man grunted, and dropped Chaya. She fell to ze ground, and started coughing. I kneeled next to her.
"Are you all right?" I muttered. She nodded, too out of breath to speak.
"You won't be though, mutie." I spun to see ze first man swinging a rifle at my head.
Zat's ze last zing I saw for a vhile.