{Hey everyone! This is Mel - co-author of Family Disturbance, just thought
I'd add my one little say here. Firstly - yes, there are two authors and I
get to write the Normal chapters. What can I say, my poor little ego gets
crushed when the reviews are specifically addressed to Jen. Other than
that I, and I'm sure Jen are flattered at all the attention our little
piece has achieved, we never expected to be the subject of a message board
(which by the way, we seem to have some trouble accessing). Finally, I'd
just like to thank you all for your patience. Things have obviously come
up including uni\tafe and the ever dreadful writer's block, but we're
battling through it now and should be finishing off the last four chapters
soon. P.S. in regards to disclaimers, you all know the drill and it is
still covered on chapter one}
Normal listened as Max proceeded to tell the story of a company whose purpose was to create monsters. Monsters that could fight in place of people to afraid to do it themselves. Not all of the monsters looked monstrous, though. Some looked quite normal, some were even very beautiful. Ten years ago, a group of the monster-children escaped their creators, trying to create normal lives for themselves. Some were mechanics, some were parents and some were Jam Pony messengers. As Max brought her story to an end, Normal sat the quietest he'd ever been in his life while the information sank in. "You? You're one of these, these, trans.gonad soldiers?" "Transgenic," she corrected, nodding. "But you, where do you fit in? Are you trans. are you monsters too?" he said looking at Original Cindy, ignoring Max's cringe at the word monster. "No man, I'm pure human, but that doesn't mean I can't kick your ass into the hereafter." "Okay then, I get you, and you - but you," he said glaring at Logan, "I know that you're the guy who keeps calling my office and every time she gets a call from you, she disappears for hours at a time!" Normal saw the look that Max gave Logan before saying, "I think you'd better explain that." Logan took a deep breath before answering. "I work for Eyes Only as a part of his informant net. I help him co- ordinate some of his field missions - information retrieval, interventions, among other things. Some of these field missions require a . special touch. Max helps me out." This was an information overload - monsters and vigilantes in one day. Though he was ashamed to admit it later, Normal passed out.
He awoke, God only knew how much later. For some strange reason he had a fantasy that there would be a beautiful girl leaning over him, worried. Like everything else in his life, that fantasy didn't last long. Original Cindy was the only one paying him the slightest amount of attention; everyone else was surrounding Max, who was attached to the phone. "You got them to talk? Sure." She hung up the phone. "Logan." "Gotta jet?" he responded, resigned. "Gotta jet," she acknowledged. "Can you take Normal home?" "Sure. Do you want a lift while I'm going?" he asked Original Cindy, who accepted with a nod.
Normal was whisked home before he could duly appreciate, in other words bitch about, the quality of Logan's flat, Logan's van and Logan's girl, who Normal had to admit was a very good looking gal, genetically engineered or not, whatever other problems he had with her. He was left alone with an emphatic reminder to say nothing or he'd find body parts missing from Original Cindy, while Logan simply said quietly, "We appreciate your silence on this matter. there's really a great deal at stake."
Normal trudged up the three flights of condemned stairs to his apartment that was a throwback to the Asbestos Age. There was nothing else for it but to collapse into a heap on the broken-down lounge and turn on the only thing he owned of any value - his TV. He had perhaps three blissful minutes of peaceful not thinking, when his brother walked in. "Hey, are you okay? Some of the guys from Jam Pony said that the place was hi-jacked or something." "I do not want to talk about it, so if you don't mind - there's the door, I'm sure you know how to use it." "Oh that's not fair! I just wanna help you. I mean, if not for your sake, for Mother's - you know she always wanted us to get along better." It was a testament to how much that day had taken out of him that Normal did not blow up in Abnor's face that instant. Instead he only thought to himself 'God he really knows how to push the right buttons doesn't he?' "Some goons just wanted one of my no-good employees, that's all." "But what happened? I heard they held you hostage?" "Rescue team. Look, I just saw a dozen trained soldiers taken out by a couple of size sixes." "Really," Abnor mused, his whole attitude changing. "Do you know where they went?" "No! Yes. something about a warehouse on the waterfront." " Maybe we should go for a drive." "I don't want to go for a drive," Normal tried to explain slowly. "Well I think we will go for a drive."
NOTE FROM JEN: for those of you that are reading the And then there were two story don't worry about the plot line involving the fast and the furious crew cause they will get their own story, I just wanted to take that story a different way alright, so the next chapter of And then there were two should be up later this week and the first chapter of the cross over should be up next week maybe this week depending on how much time I get alright. Bye people.
P.P.S : the next chapter of this will be up tomorrow night sometime,
Normal listened as Max proceeded to tell the story of a company whose purpose was to create monsters. Monsters that could fight in place of people to afraid to do it themselves. Not all of the monsters looked monstrous, though. Some looked quite normal, some were even very beautiful. Ten years ago, a group of the monster-children escaped their creators, trying to create normal lives for themselves. Some were mechanics, some were parents and some were Jam Pony messengers. As Max brought her story to an end, Normal sat the quietest he'd ever been in his life while the information sank in. "You? You're one of these, these, trans.gonad soldiers?" "Transgenic," she corrected, nodding. "But you, where do you fit in? Are you trans. are you monsters too?" he said looking at Original Cindy, ignoring Max's cringe at the word monster. "No man, I'm pure human, but that doesn't mean I can't kick your ass into the hereafter." "Okay then, I get you, and you - but you," he said glaring at Logan, "I know that you're the guy who keeps calling my office and every time she gets a call from you, she disappears for hours at a time!" Normal saw the look that Max gave Logan before saying, "I think you'd better explain that." Logan took a deep breath before answering. "I work for Eyes Only as a part of his informant net. I help him co- ordinate some of his field missions - information retrieval, interventions, among other things. Some of these field missions require a . special touch. Max helps me out." This was an information overload - monsters and vigilantes in one day. Though he was ashamed to admit it later, Normal passed out.
He awoke, God only knew how much later. For some strange reason he had a fantasy that there would be a beautiful girl leaning over him, worried. Like everything else in his life, that fantasy didn't last long. Original Cindy was the only one paying him the slightest amount of attention; everyone else was surrounding Max, who was attached to the phone. "You got them to talk? Sure." She hung up the phone. "Logan." "Gotta jet?" he responded, resigned. "Gotta jet," she acknowledged. "Can you take Normal home?" "Sure. Do you want a lift while I'm going?" he asked Original Cindy, who accepted with a nod.
Normal was whisked home before he could duly appreciate, in other words bitch about, the quality of Logan's flat, Logan's van and Logan's girl, who Normal had to admit was a very good looking gal, genetically engineered or not, whatever other problems he had with her. He was left alone with an emphatic reminder to say nothing or he'd find body parts missing from Original Cindy, while Logan simply said quietly, "We appreciate your silence on this matter. there's really a great deal at stake."
Normal trudged up the three flights of condemned stairs to his apartment that was a throwback to the Asbestos Age. There was nothing else for it but to collapse into a heap on the broken-down lounge and turn on the only thing he owned of any value - his TV. He had perhaps three blissful minutes of peaceful not thinking, when his brother walked in. "Hey, are you okay? Some of the guys from Jam Pony said that the place was hi-jacked or something." "I do not want to talk about it, so if you don't mind - there's the door, I'm sure you know how to use it." "Oh that's not fair! I just wanna help you. I mean, if not for your sake, for Mother's - you know she always wanted us to get along better." It was a testament to how much that day had taken out of him that Normal did not blow up in Abnor's face that instant. Instead he only thought to himself 'God he really knows how to push the right buttons doesn't he?' "Some goons just wanted one of my no-good employees, that's all." "But what happened? I heard they held you hostage?" "Rescue team. Look, I just saw a dozen trained soldiers taken out by a couple of size sixes." "Really," Abnor mused, his whole attitude changing. "Do you know where they went?" "No! Yes. something about a warehouse on the waterfront." " Maybe we should go for a drive." "I don't want to go for a drive," Normal tried to explain slowly. "Well I think we will go for a drive."
NOTE FROM JEN: for those of you that are reading the And then there were two story don't worry about the plot line involving the fast and the furious crew cause they will get their own story, I just wanted to take that story a different way alright, so the next chapter of And then there were two should be up later this week and the first chapter of the cross over should be up next week maybe this week depending on how much time I get alright. Bye people.
P.P.S : the next chapter of this will be up tomorrow night sometime,