YES! YES! YES! I KNOW!!! I bet all you readers are thinking "What's wrong
with Auroris? What the hell is taking her so long to post?!" I have two
words to answer that question....MUSIC THEORY!!! For those of you who take
piano, violin, etc. you have to take some courses on how to write simple
music and then take these big huge EXAMS!!!! AGHHH!!!! AND THE BIG EXAM IS
COMING SO CLOSE I'M FREAKING OUT HERE!!!!!! Thank goodness Christmas
vacation is coming soon from where I am or else I'd be over the limit of
stress right now. *sigh* And it seems that I have only two people left who
even bother sending me reviews. *sniff* Even Neva has abandoned me. I guess
it's 'cause for Neva I haven't sent her any reviews. WAAAHH!!! I feel so
unloved......I'll just have the computer say the disclaimer then. *weeps
heavily*
Computer: Auroris doesn't own X-men: Evolution, Warner Bros. and Marvel Comics does so. Auroris only own Iris, the mysterious girl and a villain coming up. Auroris also owns $1000.00 so if you wish to rob her.....*Auroris smashes computer*
Heh...heh...don't trust this machine now people! It's just a really old thing and keeps on mumbling mumbo jumbo. And reviewer me? I AM accepting your criticism, but whenever concerning Iris and Pietro, my fingers are stuck in my ears!!!! PLEASE REVIEW THIS STORY FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!
"talking" = talking in a normal voice //thinking// = character thinking
~telepathy~ = talking telepathically
This chapter is dedicated to reviewer me and Raliena. *hugs them* Thanks guys!! You're the only people who bother sending me reviews and boost my ego. Thank you very, very, very, very, VERY much for telling me about Wanda Maximoff......*weeps* Now look at me! You've made me all emotional.....*sniff*
Chapter 6: Unlocking Doors
When Iris and Scott returned home, she expected Scott to march her up to the adults and tattletale on her. Instead, he just gave a curt "Go to your room," and walked off stiff-legged back to the living room where everyone else was. She obediently did as she was told, grateful for a scandal to not be aroused. Her cheeks burned, eyes an embarrassed purplish-pink, when she thought about that intimate moment she shared with Pietro before being intruded upon.
//What was I thinking?!// she wondered in horror. //Kissing a boy from the Brotherhood, especially one who hates you at that!// She resolved to run in the opposite direction if she saw Pietro again.
That night, Iris had the same dream she had before about those ghostly figures had returned, with a more demanding and aggressive atmosphere. (Read the beginning of Chapter 4: Introductory if you don't understand which dream.) They made Iris wake up gasping in the middle of the night and only catching sleep in the wee hours of early morning. Even thought she was unexplainably frightened of them, she didn't want to comply to their commands of finding out about her past. The time before she had been accepted into the orphanage, Iris had no recollection of. And she was afraid. Afraid to know. To know how she got into the orphanage. To discover that her parents had died in an accident, had been murdered or worse.....had abandoned her. Thus, Iris didn't want the Professor's help into resurfacing her buried memories.
The X-men family including the new recruits (Magma, Bezerker, Cannonball, Multiple, etc.) were now sitting in the dining hall eating dinner. Everyone talked with each other and their attitude's shouted friendliness. Iris kept her head low ignoring the chatter surrounding her. She made a small hollow in her spaghetti and watched as tomato sauce dribbled into it. A meatball finally rolled on top of the hole and Iris swirled the noodles around her fork, speared the meatball and stuffed it all into her mouth. Her eyes were a light reddish-pink, matching the rest of the parts of her eyes from lack of sleep. Looking up she observed the X-men group, eyes lazily watching beneath hooded eyelids. A white flash darted from the corner of her eyes and she turned instinctively to it. She saw Kurt, stuffing himself with food, as usual, and her eyes widened in shock.
Worms wriggled on his plate and live beetles crawled through slimy grubs. Worms, dripping with mud were sucked in slow motion by Kurt with a smack. Iris saw a small cockroach crawling across his lips before being licked into Kurt's mouth and bit into with a distinctive crunch. Her eyes tore away from the revolting sight and looked down at her own plate. The same sight met her eyes, of fat little maggots squirming and pale lice scurrying around. Iris panicked and glanced hastily at everyone else's plates. Nasty insects and parasites wiggled and scrambled around, some escaping onto the table. Everyone seemed oblivious to this fact, still munching away at the wiggling crawlers. Iris stifled back some bile that was threatening to come up. Her alarm must have been obvious for Evan tapped her on the shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he asked, worry shining from his dark eyes.
"I'm fine." Iris nodded mechanically. She stood up, stumbling a little. "I just need to uhh....go to the bathroom." she stuttered before sprinting out of the dining hall at top speed. She banged through the door, gripping hands around her mouth. Evan turned to Ororo.
"Auntie O, I told you that the meatballs tasted funny." he complained.
* * * * *
Iris wiped her mouth on some toilet paper. Stumbling out of the bathroom she flopped onto the bed. She had just vomited, bringing up her dinner, lunch and breakfast. She felt as if she NEVER wanted to eat again....never ever.
"Scared you huh?" a nerdy voice giggled.
"Wha...!" Iris jumped up in surprise. Sitting cross-legged on her desktop was the same ghostly female from her dreams. (Read Chapter 4: Introductory at the beginning if you don't understand. I'm saying this too much aren't I?) The female's appearance had changed drastically though for her hair was much shorter than it had appeared to be and frizzy. The pale girl work big, round glasses that magnified her eyes ten times. Pure white freckles dotted the face, stark against the smoky gray....um...skin. She leaned her head in her hands, elbows supported on her knees.
"Scared you huh?" the pale form repeated bossily. She floated up and glided towards Iris, still cross-legged, as Iris watched her warily with bright orange eyes flecked with gold.
"Don't worry I can't hurt you." the girl rolled her eyes as if dissing Iris's stupidity. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't even touch you. My hand would just go right through your head."
"Yah ghost girl...just like you do every time when we meet each other by making me freeze to death!!"
The girl snickered. "Caught on fast didn'tcha? That I'm a phantom from the dead?" She then brought her arm into Iris's face. Iris stumbled back a few steps from the icy shock.
"Will you stop doing that ghostie?!" spluttered Iris. The girl's eyes danced merrily and she chuckled in that nerdy voice of hers.
"It's fun. I always the same reaction from you." the girl said. Iris stared at her in disbelief.
"What? Can't get any fun here?" the girl protested. She leaned backwards slightly with hands behind her head. "Did you enjoy your dinner?"
Iris looked at her dumbly and spat out. "You! It was you causing that! How dare you...." With that Iris lunged forward only to go through the transparent girl and ended up on the floor shivering. The girl peered down at her, hovering above.
"Hey like I said before," the annoying female's voice swiftly changed to an ominous tone. "Ask Charles Xavier to dig into your mind and discover your past. If you don't, then you'll have to bear the conscience of letting us down."
Iris stood up, fists and jaw clenched, eyes becoming a hot red. Then she relaxed with eyes cooling down back to an almost-black, sly violet.
"That's all then ghost girl?" she asked. "Have someone poke into my mind for a couple of minutes then I'm free from your annoying self?"
"uhh...Yup. That's the idea," was the reply.
"Righto then...I'll do it tomorrow morning." With that Iris flopped onto the bed.
"Oh no you don't," the ghost girl retorted and dived into Iris's body heat. Iris yelped and rolled off the bed out of harm's way.
"Fine, fine." Iris muttered. "I'll go. I'll go. Chill ghost girl. No pun intended." With an encouraging frozen poke from the transparent girl, Iris went off in search of Professor Xavier.
* * * * *
Iris knocked on the door of Professor Xavier's study, alone without the irritating ghost. Iris prayed that the Professor wasn't in to avoid the task at hand. Luck played against her.
"Come in," the always-calm voice of Xavier invited. Iris slowly opened the door.
Xavier sat in his wheelchair in front of a blazing fireplace. He wheeled around and smiled gently at Iris.
"What brings you here tonight?" he asked.
Iris stood there, eyes an uncertain grayish-blue then blurted out, "I....wantyatoreadmymind."
"Excuse me." Charles raised an eyebrow. Iris cleared her throat and said more slowly, "I want you to read my mind for memories from my past."
Xavier pondered this for a moment. "Why the sudden interest?" Iris shuffled from foot to foot. "I...I...just...I just had a sudden inspiration." Which was the closest thing to the truth as the cries of the misty beings still haunted her mind. Xavier sighed and slightly probed her mind for information. He was surprised to find that a mental barrier was situated around that particular knowledge and so entered no deeper.
He questioned, "Have you decided on how the erm..accident shall not happen again?" (Read Chapter 3: Interesting Way to know about what accident.) Iris simply gaped at him, for she had given no thought to that matter. Xavier sighed.
"If you could just keep your amplifying powers in check, I might be able to do as you've asked," he proposed. Iris agreed immediately, she was ever so eager to get this thing over with.
"Please sit down and relax," Xavier said gesturing towards the couch. Iris stiffly perched on the edge of the furniture.
"Now, concentrate on the earliest childhood memory you have," he asked, placing fingers at her temples. Iris did so, remembering the time she had been greeted by a matron's unearthly scream when found alone on the orphanage's steps. Suddenly, Iris and Charles were thrown into an abyss of her surfacing memories.
Flashback
"Please, no, stay away from me and my daughter!" a woman's voice screamed. A hooded woman with, worried brown eyes, was carrying a bundle in her arms and running down a dark street, with only a single streetlight shining. A hunched figure covered in brown shuffled quickly after her, chuckling merrily and clutching a large butcher knife. The woman kept on running, then slipped. The figure got closer, causing the woman to leap up and run faster, swerving around a corner. She kept on running when the covered figure stepped out in front of her, grinning, revealing the yellow, unkempt teeth in its mouth. The woman shrieked, then whirled around and ran, holding the bundle more tightly now. She reached a building with the words "St. Mary's Orphanage for Homeless Children" adorned above the cracked front door. The woman gently placed the bundle underneath the steps of the front door when the bundle started stirring.
"Mommy, mommy?" a high-pitched child's voice came from the bundle. The top of it rustled then came off as a dark-haired girl popped her head out. "Mommy who's that man that's chasing us?"
"Shh...shh.." hushed the mother, stroking her daughter's hair. "Everything's going to be fine. I have to go somewhere for a while. Just sit tight, and stay hidden!" The woman added emphasis on the last two words. She kissed the girl on the forehead and a small flare flashed for a second from the touched spot.
"Thy bestow thee powers on thou. So mote it be." murmured the woman. Her head snapped up then fearfully looked behind her. She turned back to her daughter, gave her one last hug before gently pushing her back underneath the stairs. The woman stood up and began running again, alone, yet with the desperation of one who knows the end has come. Out of nowhere, the hunched brown-robed figured lunged at the woman, cutting her in back and splitting her spine in half with an audible crack. The woman screamed, howling like an animal over the mad figure's cackle. A pair of violet eyes stared wide- eyed at the blood spurting from her mother's mutilated body, watched as the brown figure bent forward over the carcass and sucked, saw her own parent's blood dripping from the mouth of a crazed man.....
Back to the present
Xavier let go of Iris's head with a start. They were both breathing fast, eyes horrified at the carnage they had just witnessed. Xavier bent forward and supported his aching head with his hands. Iris leaned back on the couch, allowing the furniture to hold her weight. They both stayed in those positions for half an hour until Iris moved.
"Umm...so I'll guess I'll just leave," mumbled Iris. The professor didn't move. She stumbled out of the door, remembering to close it. She leaned against the wall for a second, comforted by the coolness it provided. She was visibly shaken by the memory just brought forth. Iris hadn't known that she had the memory of her mother being murdered, she hadn't even known her mother had been murdered! Shaking her head to get rid of the growing headache, she staggered ungainly through the hallways and managed to find her way into her room.
There's my chapter number six!!! Yes, I know it's very short. It's because of that damn theory exam I tell you!!! Now remember (Raliena and me you're not part of this).....*takes a deep breath* REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! JUST REVIEW WILL YOU PEOPLE!!!! EVEN FLAMES ARE ACCEPTED!!!! ALL I NEED IS SOME PROOF TO TELL ME THAT MY WORK IS BEING READ AND THOUGHT ON!!!! And if you are sending one, can you please give some suggestions on types of colors I should use for Iris's eyes? I'll be eternally gratefully if you do so!!! REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!
Computer: Auroris doesn't own X-men: Evolution, Warner Bros. and Marvel Comics does so. Auroris only own Iris, the mysterious girl and a villain coming up. Auroris also owns $1000.00 so if you wish to rob her.....*Auroris smashes computer*
Heh...heh...don't trust this machine now people! It's just a really old thing and keeps on mumbling mumbo jumbo. And reviewer me? I AM accepting your criticism, but whenever concerning Iris and Pietro, my fingers are stuck in my ears!!!! PLEASE REVIEW THIS STORY FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!
"talking" = talking in a normal voice //thinking// = character thinking
~telepathy~ = talking telepathically
This chapter is dedicated to reviewer me and Raliena. *hugs them* Thanks guys!! You're the only people who bother sending me reviews and boost my ego. Thank you very, very, very, very, VERY much for telling me about Wanda Maximoff......*weeps* Now look at me! You've made me all emotional.....*sniff*
Chapter 6: Unlocking Doors
When Iris and Scott returned home, she expected Scott to march her up to the adults and tattletale on her. Instead, he just gave a curt "Go to your room," and walked off stiff-legged back to the living room where everyone else was. She obediently did as she was told, grateful for a scandal to not be aroused. Her cheeks burned, eyes an embarrassed purplish-pink, when she thought about that intimate moment she shared with Pietro before being intruded upon.
//What was I thinking?!// she wondered in horror. //Kissing a boy from the Brotherhood, especially one who hates you at that!// She resolved to run in the opposite direction if she saw Pietro again.
That night, Iris had the same dream she had before about those ghostly figures had returned, with a more demanding and aggressive atmosphere. (Read the beginning of Chapter 4: Introductory if you don't understand which dream.) They made Iris wake up gasping in the middle of the night and only catching sleep in the wee hours of early morning. Even thought she was unexplainably frightened of them, she didn't want to comply to their commands of finding out about her past. The time before she had been accepted into the orphanage, Iris had no recollection of. And she was afraid. Afraid to know. To know how she got into the orphanage. To discover that her parents had died in an accident, had been murdered or worse.....had abandoned her. Thus, Iris didn't want the Professor's help into resurfacing her buried memories.
The X-men family including the new recruits (Magma, Bezerker, Cannonball, Multiple, etc.) were now sitting in the dining hall eating dinner. Everyone talked with each other and their attitude's shouted friendliness. Iris kept her head low ignoring the chatter surrounding her. She made a small hollow in her spaghetti and watched as tomato sauce dribbled into it. A meatball finally rolled on top of the hole and Iris swirled the noodles around her fork, speared the meatball and stuffed it all into her mouth. Her eyes were a light reddish-pink, matching the rest of the parts of her eyes from lack of sleep. Looking up she observed the X-men group, eyes lazily watching beneath hooded eyelids. A white flash darted from the corner of her eyes and she turned instinctively to it. She saw Kurt, stuffing himself with food, as usual, and her eyes widened in shock.
Worms wriggled on his plate and live beetles crawled through slimy grubs. Worms, dripping with mud were sucked in slow motion by Kurt with a smack. Iris saw a small cockroach crawling across his lips before being licked into Kurt's mouth and bit into with a distinctive crunch. Her eyes tore away from the revolting sight and looked down at her own plate. The same sight met her eyes, of fat little maggots squirming and pale lice scurrying around. Iris panicked and glanced hastily at everyone else's plates. Nasty insects and parasites wiggled and scrambled around, some escaping onto the table. Everyone seemed oblivious to this fact, still munching away at the wiggling crawlers. Iris stifled back some bile that was threatening to come up. Her alarm must have been obvious for Evan tapped her on the shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he asked, worry shining from his dark eyes.
"I'm fine." Iris nodded mechanically. She stood up, stumbling a little. "I just need to uhh....go to the bathroom." she stuttered before sprinting out of the dining hall at top speed. She banged through the door, gripping hands around her mouth. Evan turned to Ororo.
"Auntie O, I told you that the meatballs tasted funny." he complained.
* * * * *
Iris wiped her mouth on some toilet paper. Stumbling out of the bathroom she flopped onto the bed. She had just vomited, bringing up her dinner, lunch and breakfast. She felt as if she NEVER wanted to eat again....never ever.
"Scared you huh?" a nerdy voice giggled.
"Wha...!" Iris jumped up in surprise. Sitting cross-legged on her desktop was the same ghostly female from her dreams. (Read Chapter 4: Introductory at the beginning if you don't understand. I'm saying this too much aren't I?) The female's appearance had changed drastically though for her hair was much shorter than it had appeared to be and frizzy. The pale girl work big, round glasses that magnified her eyes ten times. Pure white freckles dotted the face, stark against the smoky gray....um...skin. She leaned her head in her hands, elbows supported on her knees.
"Scared you huh?" the pale form repeated bossily. She floated up and glided towards Iris, still cross-legged, as Iris watched her warily with bright orange eyes flecked with gold.
"Don't worry I can't hurt you." the girl rolled her eyes as if dissing Iris's stupidity. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't even touch you. My hand would just go right through your head."
"Yah ghost girl...just like you do every time when we meet each other by making me freeze to death!!"
The girl snickered. "Caught on fast didn'tcha? That I'm a phantom from the dead?" She then brought her arm into Iris's face. Iris stumbled back a few steps from the icy shock.
"Will you stop doing that ghostie?!" spluttered Iris. The girl's eyes danced merrily and she chuckled in that nerdy voice of hers.
"It's fun. I always the same reaction from you." the girl said. Iris stared at her in disbelief.
"What? Can't get any fun here?" the girl protested. She leaned backwards slightly with hands behind her head. "Did you enjoy your dinner?"
Iris looked at her dumbly and spat out. "You! It was you causing that! How dare you...." With that Iris lunged forward only to go through the transparent girl and ended up on the floor shivering. The girl peered down at her, hovering above.
"Hey like I said before," the annoying female's voice swiftly changed to an ominous tone. "Ask Charles Xavier to dig into your mind and discover your past. If you don't, then you'll have to bear the conscience of letting us down."
Iris stood up, fists and jaw clenched, eyes becoming a hot red. Then she relaxed with eyes cooling down back to an almost-black, sly violet.
"That's all then ghost girl?" she asked. "Have someone poke into my mind for a couple of minutes then I'm free from your annoying self?"
"uhh...Yup. That's the idea," was the reply.
"Righto then...I'll do it tomorrow morning." With that Iris flopped onto the bed.
"Oh no you don't," the ghost girl retorted and dived into Iris's body heat. Iris yelped and rolled off the bed out of harm's way.
"Fine, fine." Iris muttered. "I'll go. I'll go. Chill ghost girl. No pun intended." With an encouraging frozen poke from the transparent girl, Iris went off in search of Professor Xavier.
* * * * *
Iris knocked on the door of Professor Xavier's study, alone without the irritating ghost. Iris prayed that the Professor wasn't in to avoid the task at hand. Luck played against her.
"Come in," the always-calm voice of Xavier invited. Iris slowly opened the door.
Xavier sat in his wheelchair in front of a blazing fireplace. He wheeled around and smiled gently at Iris.
"What brings you here tonight?" he asked.
Iris stood there, eyes an uncertain grayish-blue then blurted out, "I....wantyatoreadmymind."
"Excuse me." Charles raised an eyebrow. Iris cleared her throat and said more slowly, "I want you to read my mind for memories from my past."
Xavier pondered this for a moment. "Why the sudden interest?" Iris shuffled from foot to foot. "I...I...just...I just had a sudden inspiration." Which was the closest thing to the truth as the cries of the misty beings still haunted her mind. Xavier sighed and slightly probed her mind for information. He was surprised to find that a mental barrier was situated around that particular knowledge and so entered no deeper.
He questioned, "Have you decided on how the erm..accident shall not happen again?" (Read Chapter 3: Interesting Way to know about what accident.) Iris simply gaped at him, for she had given no thought to that matter. Xavier sighed.
"If you could just keep your amplifying powers in check, I might be able to do as you've asked," he proposed. Iris agreed immediately, she was ever so eager to get this thing over with.
"Please sit down and relax," Xavier said gesturing towards the couch. Iris stiffly perched on the edge of the furniture.
"Now, concentrate on the earliest childhood memory you have," he asked, placing fingers at her temples. Iris did so, remembering the time she had been greeted by a matron's unearthly scream when found alone on the orphanage's steps. Suddenly, Iris and Charles were thrown into an abyss of her surfacing memories.
Flashback
"Please, no, stay away from me and my daughter!" a woman's voice screamed. A hooded woman with, worried brown eyes, was carrying a bundle in her arms and running down a dark street, with only a single streetlight shining. A hunched figure covered in brown shuffled quickly after her, chuckling merrily and clutching a large butcher knife. The woman kept on running, then slipped. The figure got closer, causing the woman to leap up and run faster, swerving around a corner. She kept on running when the covered figure stepped out in front of her, grinning, revealing the yellow, unkempt teeth in its mouth. The woman shrieked, then whirled around and ran, holding the bundle more tightly now. She reached a building with the words "St. Mary's Orphanage for Homeless Children" adorned above the cracked front door. The woman gently placed the bundle underneath the steps of the front door when the bundle started stirring.
"Mommy, mommy?" a high-pitched child's voice came from the bundle. The top of it rustled then came off as a dark-haired girl popped her head out. "Mommy who's that man that's chasing us?"
"Shh...shh.." hushed the mother, stroking her daughter's hair. "Everything's going to be fine. I have to go somewhere for a while. Just sit tight, and stay hidden!" The woman added emphasis on the last two words. She kissed the girl on the forehead and a small flare flashed for a second from the touched spot.
"Thy bestow thee powers on thou. So mote it be." murmured the woman. Her head snapped up then fearfully looked behind her. She turned back to her daughter, gave her one last hug before gently pushing her back underneath the stairs. The woman stood up and began running again, alone, yet with the desperation of one who knows the end has come. Out of nowhere, the hunched brown-robed figured lunged at the woman, cutting her in back and splitting her spine in half with an audible crack. The woman screamed, howling like an animal over the mad figure's cackle. A pair of violet eyes stared wide- eyed at the blood spurting from her mother's mutilated body, watched as the brown figure bent forward over the carcass and sucked, saw her own parent's blood dripping from the mouth of a crazed man.....
Back to the present
Xavier let go of Iris's head with a start. They were both breathing fast, eyes horrified at the carnage they had just witnessed. Xavier bent forward and supported his aching head with his hands. Iris leaned back on the couch, allowing the furniture to hold her weight. They both stayed in those positions for half an hour until Iris moved.
"Umm...so I'll guess I'll just leave," mumbled Iris. The professor didn't move. She stumbled out of the door, remembering to close it. She leaned against the wall for a second, comforted by the coolness it provided. She was visibly shaken by the memory just brought forth. Iris hadn't known that she had the memory of her mother being murdered, she hadn't even known her mother had been murdered! Shaking her head to get rid of the growing headache, she staggered ungainly through the hallways and managed to find her way into her room.
There's my chapter number six!!! Yes, I know it's very short. It's because of that damn theory exam I tell you!!! Now remember (Raliena and me you're not part of this).....*takes a deep breath* REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! JUST REVIEW WILL YOU PEOPLE!!!! EVEN FLAMES ARE ACCEPTED!!!! ALL I NEED IS SOME PROOF TO TELL ME THAT MY WORK IS BEING READ AND THOUGHT ON!!!! And if you are sending one, can you please give some suggestions on types of colors I should use for Iris's eyes? I'll be eternally gratefully if you do so!!! REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!