Part 25 ^_^
An entire day, completely ruined by the pathetic and doomed Scott
fucking Summers. She was going to work a spell on him to make him
immortal, just so she could kill him over and over and over again. For
the rest of forever.
Now she only had tomorrow and the day after to ensnare the demon
freak-boy; and the last day only counted if she got him before
nightfall.
"May his nightmares be flesh," she hissed.
"I bought you breakfast," Hank said as he opened the door. "I believe
Jimaine had--"
Scott's room was empty. The window smashed.
"Oh, spite. Oh, hell..." Hank muttered. "Where is he *now*?"
"....grrrooooaaaaannnn..."
"OVERDO IT A LITTLE, DID WE?"
"Bob, that's cruel," said Jake. He gently prodded the supine form with
his shoe. "Hey, pal? Were you in a Buck's Night?"
"....oooOOOOoooooooohhh... my heeaaaad..."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
Bob tilted his head to read the lipstick on the guy's chest. "Jimaine
fur immer?"
"...ahaaahhaaaahhaaaoowww..."
"Come on," crooned Jake, grabbing a handy arm. "You can't hide under
the bush all day."
"LOOK, IT'S A *LOVELY* BRIGHT, SUNNY DAY!"
"...IthinkI'mgonnabesick..." mumbled the impending groom.
"Aim at Bob," suggested Jake.
"Hey!"
"Guah..." said the kid. "Oh, God... Where *am* I?"
"Bayville Central Park," said Jake. "By the way, who *is* Jimaine?"
"...uuuuoooohhhh... Whut've I got on my chest?"
"Looks liiiiike..." Bob examined the stuff. "Peach tango lipstick by
Maybelline to me."
"Bob, you dog."
"...ooohhh, God..." whimpered the kid. "Oh, man... The Professor's
gonna *kill* me... What did I *do* last night?"
"Whoop," said Bob, fishing an article out of the shrubbery. "You
forgot your guitar."
"...oooohhh God..."
Jimaine picked herself up off the floor. Backlash was a bitch. One of
her spells had just imploded, and the magical energies had struck her
like a snake.
The captive piece of hair, preserved in a jar by her bed, fell to ash.
So. Someone had used mud-magic to dissolve her love spell. _But that
would mean that the blue freak would be overly -- amorous..._
Realisation hit her harder than the backlash had, and she made herself
check the ashy contents.
Kurt's hair was apparently intact. She seperated it from the ash and
muttered an incantation over the ash to see what was.
Her hair was bound around a single strand of brown hair.
It was her own doing.
On the upside, that fool wasn't going to interfere, any more. And,
since he didn't *completely* deserve to die, she may eventually lift her
curse from him.
Much later. When she was in a better mood.
Today, all omens being good, she'd find a way to ensnare the demon.
And, since his hair remained intact, he had to have an immunity to her
most effective love spell.
Therefore, lust would have to do.
Jimaine recentred herself and began to work, drawing power from just
ahead of herself on the Winding Way. She was heading for the apex on the
Way, when she'd be all-powerful. After that, recovering from any
backlash would be slow and painful work.
Which meant she'd have to get things exactly right.
Jimaine gathered all her herbs for a lust potion that would get a rise
out of the dead.
{Ring ring!}
"Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, Professor Xavier speaking."
The police officer on the other end said, "Hi. Do you usually have a
Scott Summers staying there?"
"Yes?"
"And is he missing this morning?"
"Ah, you've *found* him. We were getting quite worried."
"Bachelor party?"
"Nnno. Mixed medication. Young Mister Summers caught a dose of the
'flu and the medication prescribed to him interfered with the medication
he takes for his eye condition."
"Ooooooo..." said the cop. "Not nice. So who's Jimaine?"
"Someone he's taken a shine to in his delirium, I'm afraid. She's new
at the High School."
"I have to ask - can he play the guitar?"
"He used to think that he could."
"Ow. I'm guessing he's not this Jimaine's favourite, right now."
"Precisely," said Xavier. "Where can I pick him up?"
"BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA..."
"Shuddup," said Scott. "...*oowwwww*..."
Kurt took one look at him and sprained something trying not to laugh.
"Cool shirt, man," he said around snickers.
"Shuddup. Ow."
"Like, oh my *God*..." Kitty burst out laughing.
"*Shuddup*..." Scott pleaded. "*Owww*..."
Then he crossed the path of another Jamie. "BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA...
That is so *lame*!"
"Great. Fashion advice from a little kid," he mumbled. "...owww..."
Hank merely raised an eyebrow. "Ladies' Police Youth Club Pingpong
Team?"
"Shuddup..." whimpered Scott. "..plee-hee-heease?" His head hurt so
much he wanted to explode. "...mooooooaaaaannnnn..."
Hank just handed him some painkillers.
"Well, hel-looooo, sweetcheeks," someone grinned.
Jimaine vaguely recalled him as Duncan somebody. It had to be the
fertility spell. It tended to attract males like flies.
"What's in the thermos?" he asked.
_Ooops._ "Just a little memory potion for my boyfriend. He's having
bad luck in Trig."
"Oooo... so am I," said Duncan. "Mind if I have a swig?"
"Yes," she said. "He has to drink the whole thing or it won't work."
Duncan forced it out of her hands anyway. "Well *I* need to pass Calc.
today, so you can just whip WAGner up another batch." He patted her
cheek. "Thanks, doll."
_Urge to kill... rising..._
Duncan disappeared just as Kurt turned the last corner towards his
locker, Gut Bomb burger in his hand.
"Guten Tag," he said. "Something wrong?"
"Rrrrr..." said Jimaine.
"Cool," said Duncan as he unscrewed the lid. "Aces, here I come..."
"I'll have that, thankyou, mister Matthews." Principal Kelly took the
thermos from him. "Knowing you, this is full of alcohol, or some *other*
banned substance."
"But--"
"You can have the thermos back at the end of the day."
"But--"
"Into class, mister Matthews."
"But--"
"*Now*."
Duncan sighed and slunk into his classroom.
Principal Kelly waited until the halls were empty before he sniffed
the contents. "Hmm... chocolate. Maybe there's some Vodka in there." He
put the lid back on and sauntered towards his office. Maybe he could
share a little with Doris.
[And the answer is, I'm taking it slow now, 'cause I'm writing the
chapters. Heehee ^_^ I had a bunch stored up ^_^ No more now. Sigh.]
An entire day, completely ruined by the pathetic and doomed Scott
fucking Summers. She was going to work a spell on him to make him
immortal, just so she could kill him over and over and over again. For
the rest of forever.
Now she only had tomorrow and the day after to ensnare the demon
freak-boy; and the last day only counted if she got him before
nightfall.
"May his nightmares be flesh," she hissed.
"I bought you breakfast," Hank said as he opened the door. "I believe
Jimaine had--"
Scott's room was empty. The window smashed.
"Oh, spite. Oh, hell..." Hank muttered. "Where is he *now*?"
"....grrrooooaaaaannnn..."
"OVERDO IT A LITTLE, DID WE?"
"Bob, that's cruel," said Jake. He gently prodded the supine form with
his shoe. "Hey, pal? Were you in a Buck's Night?"
"....oooOOOOoooooooohhh... my heeaaaad..."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
Bob tilted his head to read the lipstick on the guy's chest. "Jimaine
fur immer?"
"...ahaaahhaaaahhaaaoowww..."
"Come on," crooned Jake, grabbing a handy arm. "You can't hide under
the bush all day."
"LOOK, IT'S A *LOVELY* BRIGHT, SUNNY DAY!"
"...IthinkI'mgonnabesick..." mumbled the impending groom.
"Aim at Bob," suggested Jake.
"Hey!"
"Guah..." said the kid. "Oh, God... Where *am* I?"
"Bayville Central Park," said Jake. "By the way, who *is* Jimaine?"
"...uuuuoooohhhh... Whut've I got on my chest?"
"Looks liiiiike..." Bob examined the stuff. "Peach tango lipstick by
Maybelline to me."
"Bob, you dog."
"...ooohhh, God..." whimpered the kid. "Oh, man... The Professor's
gonna *kill* me... What did I *do* last night?"
"Whoop," said Bob, fishing an article out of the shrubbery. "You
forgot your guitar."
"...oooohhh God..."
Jimaine picked herself up off the floor. Backlash was a bitch. One of
her spells had just imploded, and the magical energies had struck her
like a snake.
The captive piece of hair, preserved in a jar by her bed, fell to ash.
So. Someone had used mud-magic to dissolve her love spell. _But that
would mean that the blue freak would be overly -- amorous..._
Realisation hit her harder than the backlash had, and she made herself
check the ashy contents.
Kurt's hair was apparently intact. She seperated it from the ash and
muttered an incantation over the ash to see what was.
Her hair was bound around a single strand of brown hair.
It was her own doing.
On the upside, that fool wasn't going to interfere, any more. And,
since he didn't *completely* deserve to die, she may eventually lift her
curse from him.
Much later. When she was in a better mood.
Today, all omens being good, she'd find a way to ensnare the demon.
And, since his hair remained intact, he had to have an immunity to her
most effective love spell.
Therefore, lust would have to do.
Jimaine recentred herself and began to work, drawing power from just
ahead of herself on the Winding Way. She was heading for the apex on the
Way, when she'd be all-powerful. After that, recovering from any
backlash would be slow and painful work.
Which meant she'd have to get things exactly right.
Jimaine gathered all her herbs for a lust potion that would get a rise
out of the dead.
{Ring ring!}
"Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, Professor Xavier speaking."
The police officer on the other end said, "Hi. Do you usually have a
Scott Summers staying there?"
"Yes?"
"And is he missing this morning?"
"Ah, you've *found* him. We were getting quite worried."
"Bachelor party?"
"Nnno. Mixed medication. Young Mister Summers caught a dose of the
'flu and the medication prescribed to him interfered with the medication
he takes for his eye condition."
"Ooooooo..." said the cop. "Not nice. So who's Jimaine?"
"Someone he's taken a shine to in his delirium, I'm afraid. She's new
at the High School."
"I have to ask - can he play the guitar?"
"He used to think that he could."
"Ow. I'm guessing he's not this Jimaine's favourite, right now."
"Precisely," said Xavier. "Where can I pick him up?"
"BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA..."
"Shuddup," said Scott. "...*oowwwww*..."
Kurt took one look at him and sprained something trying not to laugh.
"Cool shirt, man," he said around snickers.
"Shuddup. Ow."
"Like, oh my *God*..." Kitty burst out laughing.
"*Shuddup*..." Scott pleaded. "*Owww*..."
Then he crossed the path of another Jamie. "BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA...
That is so *lame*!"
"Great. Fashion advice from a little kid," he mumbled. "...owww..."
Hank merely raised an eyebrow. "Ladies' Police Youth Club Pingpong
Team?"
"Shuddup..." whimpered Scott. "..plee-hee-heease?" His head hurt so
much he wanted to explode. "...mooooooaaaaannnnn..."
Hank just handed him some painkillers.
"Well, hel-looooo, sweetcheeks," someone grinned.
Jimaine vaguely recalled him as Duncan somebody. It had to be the
fertility spell. It tended to attract males like flies.
"What's in the thermos?" he asked.
_Ooops._ "Just a little memory potion for my boyfriend. He's having
bad luck in Trig."
"Oooo... so am I," said Duncan. "Mind if I have a swig?"
"Yes," she said. "He has to drink the whole thing or it won't work."
Duncan forced it out of her hands anyway. "Well *I* need to pass Calc.
today, so you can just whip WAGner up another batch." He patted her
cheek. "Thanks, doll."
_Urge to kill... rising..._
Duncan disappeared just as Kurt turned the last corner towards his
locker, Gut Bomb burger in his hand.
"Guten Tag," he said. "Something wrong?"
"Rrrrr..." said Jimaine.
"Cool," said Duncan as he unscrewed the lid. "Aces, here I come..."
"I'll have that, thankyou, mister Matthews." Principal Kelly took the
thermos from him. "Knowing you, this is full of alcohol, or some *other*
banned substance."
"But--"
"You can have the thermos back at the end of the day."
"But--"
"Into class, mister Matthews."
"But--"
"*Now*."
Duncan sighed and slunk into his classroom.
Principal Kelly waited until the halls were empty before he sniffed
the contents. "Hmm... chocolate. Maybe there's some Vodka in there." He
put the lid back on and sauntered towards his office. Maybe he could
share a little with Doris.
[And the answer is, I'm taking it slow now, 'cause I'm writing the
chapters. Heehee ^_^ I had a bunch stored up ^_^ No more now. Sigh.]