A really long time ago I started watching X-Men Evolution, just after it
first came out. I also started reading fan fiction. Back then there were
maybe a dozen for so pages of evo stories on ff.net. Well, I stopped
watching the show, but lately I started again. So I wrote this chapter to
exorcise the little demons of inspiration that have been plaguing me since
then. Well, I logged onto ff.net to see about getting it posted, made an
account, and low and behold, there were suddenly over a hundred pages of
stories. So I think I'll read some of them, don't surprised to see me
reviewing some time soon.
Anyway, about this story. First and foremost, you are entering a Mary Sue free zone. I detest it when people write super idealized versions of themselves into stories, so I am not going to do it. You will encounter some original characters, but they will be just that, carefully thought out people with personalities, goals, and flaws.
And one more thing, I put this story in the Drama/Humor categories. It's not a parody, the humor isn't over the top in any way, rather, there will be both serious and lighthearted moments, sort of like the actual series.
Kale glanced around the small clearing. Firelight bathed everyone and made the shadows grow menacingly, the windowless bulk of their cabin loomed just outside of the ring of light, looking like some set from an old b-movie. He could hear animal cries, wolves and owls mostly. He shivered, he'd never get used to wolves, he was still a city boy at heart.
They didn't exactly live well. True, the cabin did have a power generator, but the gasoline to keep it running cost way too much, so on warm nights they'd retreat to the outside, and sit around the fire. None of the plumbing worked, but at least there was a well. There were only two rooms, and for the seven of them, eight counting Spiny who always slept outside, it was hardly enough space.
They scavenged for food, or stole from the nearest towns, or sometimes Wen would play his flute on the street corners, but he rarely got much money. They almost never had any meat, except on the rare occasions that Spiny would kill a full grown deer and bring it to the cabin, in her mouth. She sometimes brought rabbits too, but those were usually so mauled there wasn't much left to cook with.
But despite all that, he felt safe, safer than he ever remembered being before. Even when the old man had taken him in, he'd never felt as if he really belonged there. Or maybe he'd just never felt comfortable. The old man had that effect on people.
/Don't you ever let them find out about you, kid. No matter how much you think ya' trust them, or care about them, they'll turn on ya' when they know. And keep your head down! Never be obvious, some of them will look at ya' and not notice a thing wrong, others will see that weird hair of yours and they'll know, and God help you then, kid./
The old man had been paranoid, that was for shitin' sure, but he also knew all sorts of things that Kale could only guess at. The old man had first hand experience with trusting people, he'd told Kale a few times about an old friend of his that had been captured and taken away. He didn't know by who, or what had happened to him, but the old man was certain it wasn't a good thing.
Kale put his hand in his pocket and fished out a small stone figurine of an eagle. He ran his hand over its impossibly detailed surface. Every feather was perfectly formed. The eagle seemed as if it could come alive at any moment. The old man had been good. He'd made a living with his ability, an honest living, that was more than Kale had ever managed. Kale remembered him perfectly, bare hands buried in a block of solid stone, forming it into a deer, or a tiger, or whatever else struck him, all the while yelling at Kale and Wen to "keep their heads down" or "stay unnoticeable".
Kale smiled, being unnoticeable was his specialty. Kale tossed his figurine into the air and then caught it again, his arm vanishing as the eagle descended, making it look like it was suspended in mid air. He chuckled to himself. That would never cease to amuse him.
An soft mewling sound pulled his thoughts away from the old man. Next to the fire, Spiny sat crouched, pawing insistently at the logs, her claws raking deep trenches in the dirt. She mewled again looking at the rising flames. As if to punctuate her insistence, her stomach growled loudly.
Kale wasn't certain whether Spiny was friend, pet, or mascot. Just about the only thing he was certain of was that she was a fellow mutant. Her eyes reflected the firelight, like a cat's, her hands (paws?) ended in curved retractable claws. Instead of hair she had a mass of porcupine-like quills, sweeping backwards from her face and running halfway down her back in a ridge. Her long, wavy, tail ended in similar bunch of quills, and her ears were topped with small tufts of coarse hair. She also had whiskers. She looked for all the world like some kind of demented cross between a human, a lynx, and a porcupine. If the platypus was proof that God had a sense of humor, than she was proof that God was a sadistic bastard.
Since they had found her in the forests near the cabin, or rather since she had found them, Kale hadn't heard her utter a single word. Athena claimed that she probably just lacked the physical parts to form words, and had spent weeks trying to teach her basic sign language, to no effect whatsoever. Kale figured that Spiny lacked the mental capacity to learn language, he'd read about feral children from some of the old man's books, and she certainly looked and acted as if she'd been abandoned as a kid. But that didn't explain how she seemed to understand what they said, sometimes at least, and it definitely didn't explain the tattered shorts and tee shirt she'd been wearing when they found her.
Spiny mewled again, louder this time, and continued to paw at the ground near the fire.
"Not yet, just give them a few more minutes," Athena said, looking away from the book she and Dorien had been looking over.
Kale leaned against the tree behind him, watching her. Athena, calm patient, she was mother to them all, never mind that she was actually a few months younger than he was. Her white skin and hair gleamed in the low light, making her look ghostly. She sat, pointing out passages to Dorian, that her pupil-less, iris-less, eyes shouldn't have let her see. She looked as if she had been carved out of marble, just like one of the old man's sculptures come to life, like a Greek statue. They had named her well, Athena. But she was getting too thin, she was starting to resemble a skeleton. Kale suspected that she was eating less so that everyone else would have more.
Dorian was sitting on a long, hunched over while writing in a tattered composition book Wen had found in a trash can somewhere. He struggled to keep the pen steady in his webbed fingers while keeping is sopping wet blue- green hair from dripping all over the pages. Unless he was dehydrated, Dorian's hair was always wet, no matter what he'd been doing, not matter how far away from water he was, it was always dripping. He did dehydrate easily, though. They'd had a lot of trouble with it in the past, particularly when it had gotten real dry earlier that summer. Athena hadn't left his side until he was better.
He was already thirteen, and he could barely read or write. Athena was doing her best to teach them, both him and Nena, but they hardly had the resources to give them much of an education. Too bad he could never go to school, looking like he did.
Wen was sitting in the branches of a nearby tree, playing his flute. Wen was the dreamer, the artist, the one that would rather buy a sketch book than dinner. Kale and Wen had been best friends since they'd both been about thirteen. They'd met at the orphanage, where they both been temporarily housed between foster homes. Together they'd orchestrated a minor crime wave that had actually made it on to the San Fransisco news. Between the two of them they'd been unstoppable. Then they'd met the old man, and that had changed them. Well, in reality it had changed Kale more than Wen. Kale had stayed with the old man, but Wen was flighty, he didn't like to settle down in one place for long, and he'd left the first chance he got. He'd showed up again for one of his routine visits two years later, the day before the old man died. The two of them had taken up wandering again, heading steadily northward. The old man had left Kale with a wish to do things right, to not be a criminal anymore. He hadn't always managed, but together they done their best. They'd eventfully found the cabin, and manged to get the generator working, of course by that time there were more than two of them. Nena, Dorian, and Athena had joined them along the way.
Nena lay across from them, half asleep. She was cuddling with her stuffed teddy, and it was actually cuddling back. That ability still weirded Kale out. Sure, Wen's was more impressive, and Nick's was much scarier, in a Gothic sort of way, but Nena's walking stuffed animals were just creepy. It reminded Kale of that movie he's seen with the evil killer doll that chased people around with a knife.
Nena was the youngest, she was nine years old, soon to be ten. Unlike the others she seemed to have developed her ability at a much earlier age. Maybe it was because she'd been so lonely as kid, by all accounts her father hadn't exactly been loving, he'd sent her away to Catholic school as soon as she was old enough. Things had gotten vastly worse after her power did surface. The school had kicked her out, and her father had become convinced that she was possessed. She'd run away, and smack dab into Kale and Wen, who ended up taking her with them.
It had been Nena who had found Dorian, with her insistence they go see "The Amazing Fish-Boy" at the circus. Athena had shown up later, when they were already in upstate California, just in time to warn their little travailing freak-show about some less than friendly locals. After that they made an effort to be less noticeable.
"They're done! Everyone come and get some!" Athena called out from the fire.
"Meeroow!" Spiny exclaimed, she'd definitely understood that. Kale winced as she shoved her entire arm into the fire, roted around in the leaves in the bottom, and pulled out a tinfoil wrapped object, totally unaffected by the fire. He knew it wouldn't hurt her, he'd seen her do it before, but it still bothered him.
Wen jumped from the tree he'd been sitting in, his fall slowed by a sudden gust of wind, and Nena woke from her nap, the teddy bear stretching comically as she sat up. Kale stepped forward to join them, but stopped when he noticed Laurie, a newer arrival, sitting under a nearby tree, just outside of the circle of light. He was about to say something to her, invite her join them, but she just turned to him and smiled a knowing smile, and shook her head.
"'Her smiles are like light in the darkness, her tears like water to the thirsty,' isn't it so, my friend?" a smooth voice hissed in his ear.
Kale jumped back with a start. Nick was standing right next to him, he'd been able to feel Nick's breath on his ear.
"Jesus funkin' Christ! Don't do that, you psycho!" Kale exclaimed drawing temporary attention from the rest of the gathering. Confrontations between Kale and Nick were not a new thing.
Nick narrowed his eyes, and then smiled. Kale shuddered, Nicks eyes were black, solid black, no whites or anything, so was his hair, his skin was pale, and his teeth were very, very white. The combination made him look like a vampire, or a Goth wannabe, or something. He was a total dork really, and the stupid black clothing didn't help either.
"She is beautiful, isn't she?" Nick asked, black eyes never leaving Kale's face. Kale supposed Laurie was pretty, in a fragile girl-next-door kinda way. Brown eyes, fine features, a short bob of brown hair, she was really pretty, actually.
"Come to think of it," Nick said, his grin turning distinctly unpleasant, as he raised a pale hand. "So are you." Nick's long, black, nails touched the side of Kale's face, before Kale swatted his hand away.
"Get away from me, you weirdo!" Kale yelled, stepping backwards.
Nick just laughed at and turned towards the fire, he retrieved two tinfoil packets in an old dish cloth and took them to Laurie. She smiled as he approached, not the sort of smile she had given Kale, this one was more welcoming. What did she see in that creep? And why did Kale always feel as if Nick got the better of their conversations? And where the heck did he get nail polish all way out here?
Kale, snorted in disgust, and took a seat by the fire. Athena handed him one of the packets. He found potatoes and what looked like a piece of a dead bird. He really hoped it wasn't a part of one of the throughly mauled chickens Spiny had brought back that afternoon. Then again, that was probably better than the alternatives.
He found his gaze drifting back towards Laurie and Nick. They were sitting together, talking quietly and sharing their food. The two of them had just shown up at the cabin one day. Laurie had said that she'd just "known" they'd be here. That seemed to be her ability, knowing things she had no business knowing, like all about the old man, and how Wen's parents had died. She was seriously weird, and she hung out with Nick, who was even weirder. Maybe she wasn't so cute after all. She'd always seemed pretty harmless, not like Nick and his killer shadows. That was seriously freaky, it /was/ creepier than Nena's stuffed animals.
Kale poked at his food, not quite certain he was hungry anymore. Spiny had finished tearing through hers and was eying his hungrily. He sighed and tossed her his meat, which she devoured in moments. Nena and Dorian were laughing at something, Spiny had just curled up at Athena's feet, who was having an involved conversation with Wen, who was smiling way more than he usually did.
/Great, of the four girls, two of them are my age and cute, and neither of them is interested in me,/ he thought to himself, dejectedly.
"Someone's coming!" Laurie's voice cut through the small gathering.
"Eh? What's that?" Wen asked, not looking away from Athena.
"Someone is coming. No, wait, there are several, and they might be dangerous," Laurie replied, standing up.
That got Wen's attention. "How do you know?" he asked, pushing himself to his feet. When she just glared at him he raised both his hands helplessly. "Right, forgot we're not suppose to ask."
"What do you mean, they /might/ be dangerous?" Athena asked, not standing. She was always calm.
"I'm not certain, they came here looking for us. They /are/ ready for a fight."
"Then they /are/ dangerous," Kale said, abandoning his dinner and getting to his feet. Spiny devoured his uneaten portion the moment he wasn't looking.
"He's right," Nick said unexpectedly supporting Kale. "There's only one reason they'd come here for us."
Kale nodded. "Let's see if we can chase them off. Everyone remember our plan?" When he got nods from everyone but Spiny, he continued. "Good, let's go."
Okay, a bunch of stuff. First, I need a new name for Spiny, really badly. Personally I think it sounds dumb, but I couldn't think of anything better.
Secondly, I'm not certain whether this will take place during season two or three, any votes? I'm leaning towards season three right now.
Along the lines of the first question, everyone is going to probably need code names, any suggestions? I have a few things in mind, but I'm not sure I like them. The Dripper is not a goos codename for Dorian, but it was the first one that came to mind, and now I can think of anything else.
Next, is anyone reading this? Let me know, I don't think I'll continue if no one is. The only reason I'm writing this is to get the little demons of inspiration to leave me alone, and to get these characters that have been rattling around in my head, out for good. :-P
As for the whole romance thing that seems to be so popular these days, this will either be Kitty/Kurt or Kitty/Lance, who knows? Haven't made up my mind yet.
And lastly, why does everyone seem to think that Kitty is some sort of popular airhead? She's a nerd, and she never had many friends, re-watch X- Impulse, I'm serious.
Anyway, about this story. First and foremost, you are entering a Mary Sue free zone. I detest it when people write super idealized versions of themselves into stories, so I am not going to do it. You will encounter some original characters, but they will be just that, carefully thought out people with personalities, goals, and flaws.
And one more thing, I put this story in the Drama/Humor categories. It's not a parody, the humor isn't over the top in any way, rather, there will be both serious and lighthearted moments, sort of like the actual series.
Kale glanced around the small clearing. Firelight bathed everyone and made the shadows grow menacingly, the windowless bulk of their cabin loomed just outside of the ring of light, looking like some set from an old b-movie. He could hear animal cries, wolves and owls mostly. He shivered, he'd never get used to wolves, he was still a city boy at heart.
They didn't exactly live well. True, the cabin did have a power generator, but the gasoline to keep it running cost way too much, so on warm nights they'd retreat to the outside, and sit around the fire. None of the plumbing worked, but at least there was a well. There were only two rooms, and for the seven of them, eight counting Spiny who always slept outside, it was hardly enough space.
They scavenged for food, or stole from the nearest towns, or sometimes Wen would play his flute on the street corners, but he rarely got much money. They almost never had any meat, except on the rare occasions that Spiny would kill a full grown deer and bring it to the cabin, in her mouth. She sometimes brought rabbits too, but those were usually so mauled there wasn't much left to cook with.
But despite all that, he felt safe, safer than he ever remembered being before. Even when the old man had taken him in, he'd never felt as if he really belonged there. Or maybe he'd just never felt comfortable. The old man had that effect on people.
/Don't you ever let them find out about you, kid. No matter how much you think ya' trust them, or care about them, they'll turn on ya' when they know. And keep your head down! Never be obvious, some of them will look at ya' and not notice a thing wrong, others will see that weird hair of yours and they'll know, and God help you then, kid./
The old man had been paranoid, that was for shitin' sure, but he also knew all sorts of things that Kale could only guess at. The old man had first hand experience with trusting people, he'd told Kale a few times about an old friend of his that had been captured and taken away. He didn't know by who, or what had happened to him, but the old man was certain it wasn't a good thing.
Kale put his hand in his pocket and fished out a small stone figurine of an eagle. He ran his hand over its impossibly detailed surface. Every feather was perfectly formed. The eagle seemed as if it could come alive at any moment. The old man had been good. He'd made a living with his ability, an honest living, that was more than Kale had ever managed. Kale remembered him perfectly, bare hands buried in a block of solid stone, forming it into a deer, or a tiger, or whatever else struck him, all the while yelling at Kale and Wen to "keep their heads down" or "stay unnoticeable".
Kale smiled, being unnoticeable was his specialty. Kale tossed his figurine into the air and then caught it again, his arm vanishing as the eagle descended, making it look like it was suspended in mid air. He chuckled to himself. That would never cease to amuse him.
An soft mewling sound pulled his thoughts away from the old man. Next to the fire, Spiny sat crouched, pawing insistently at the logs, her claws raking deep trenches in the dirt. She mewled again looking at the rising flames. As if to punctuate her insistence, her stomach growled loudly.
Kale wasn't certain whether Spiny was friend, pet, or mascot. Just about the only thing he was certain of was that she was a fellow mutant. Her eyes reflected the firelight, like a cat's, her hands (paws?) ended in curved retractable claws. Instead of hair she had a mass of porcupine-like quills, sweeping backwards from her face and running halfway down her back in a ridge. Her long, wavy, tail ended in similar bunch of quills, and her ears were topped with small tufts of coarse hair. She also had whiskers. She looked for all the world like some kind of demented cross between a human, a lynx, and a porcupine. If the platypus was proof that God had a sense of humor, than she was proof that God was a sadistic bastard.
Since they had found her in the forests near the cabin, or rather since she had found them, Kale hadn't heard her utter a single word. Athena claimed that she probably just lacked the physical parts to form words, and had spent weeks trying to teach her basic sign language, to no effect whatsoever. Kale figured that Spiny lacked the mental capacity to learn language, he'd read about feral children from some of the old man's books, and she certainly looked and acted as if she'd been abandoned as a kid. But that didn't explain how she seemed to understand what they said, sometimes at least, and it definitely didn't explain the tattered shorts and tee shirt she'd been wearing when they found her.
Spiny mewled again, louder this time, and continued to paw at the ground near the fire.
"Not yet, just give them a few more minutes," Athena said, looking away from the book she and Dorien had been looking over.
Kale leaned against the tree behind him, watching her. Athena, calm patient, she was mother to them all, never mind that she was actually a few months younger than he was. Her white skin and hair gleamed in the low light, making her look ghostly. She sat, pointing out passages to Dorian, that her pupil-less, iris-less, eyes shouldn't have let her see. She looked as if she had been carved out of marble, just like one of the old man's sculptures come to life, like a Greek statue. They had named her well, Athena. But she was getting too thin, she was starting to resemble a skeleton. Kale suspected that she was eating less so that everyone else would have more.
Dorian was sitting on a long, hunched over while writing in a tattered composition book Wen had found in a trash can somewhere. He struggled to keep the pen steady in his webbed fingers while keeping is sopping wet blue- green hair from dripping all over the pages. Unless he was dehydrated, Dorian's hair was always wet, no matter what he'd been doing, not matter how far away from water he was, it was always dripping. He did dehydrate easily, though. They'd had a lot of trouble with it in the past, particularly when it had gotten real dry earlier that summer. Athena hadn't left his side until he was better.
He was already thirteen, and he could barely read or write. Athena was doing her best to teach them, both him and Nena, but they hardly had the resources to give them much of an education. Too bad he could never go to school, looking like he did.
Wen was sitting in the branches of a nearby tree, playing his flute. Wen was the dreamer, the artist, the one that would rather buy a sketch book than dinner. Kale and Wen had been best friends since they'd both been about thirteen. They'd met at the orphanage, where they both been temporarily housed between foster homes. Together they'd orchestrated a minor crime wave that had actually made it on to the San Fransisco news. Between the two of them they'd been unstoppable. Then they'd met the old man, and that had changed them. Well, in reality it had changed Kale more than Wen. Kale had stayed with the old man, but Wen was flighty, he didn't like to settle down in one place for long, and he'd left the first chance he got. He'd showed up again for one of his routine visits two years later, the day before the old man died. The two of them had taken up wandering again, heading steadily northward. The old man had left Kale with a wish to do things right, to not be a criminal anymore. He hadn't always managed, but together they done their best. They'd eventfully found the cabin, and manged to get the generator working, of course by that time there were more than two of them. Nena, Dorian, and Athena had joined them along the way.
Nena lay across from them, half asleep. She was cuddling with her stuffed teddy, and it was actually cuddling back. That ability still weirded Kale out. Sure, Wen's was more impressive, and Nick's was much scarier, in a Gothic sort of way, but Nena's walking stuffed animals were just creepy. It reminded Kale of that movie he's seen with the evil killer doll that chased people around with a knife.
Nena was the youngest, she was nine years old, soon to be ten. Unlike the others she seemed to have developed her ability at a much earlier age. Maybe it was because she'd been so lonely as kid, by all accounts her father hadn't exactly been loving, he'd sent her away to Catholic school as soon as she was old enough. Things had gotten vastly worse after her power did surface. The school had kicked her out, and her father had become convinced that she was possessed. She'd run away, and smack dab into Kale and Wen, who ended up taking her with them.
It had been Nena who had found Dorian, with her insistence they go see "The Amazing Fish-Boy" at the circus. Athena had shown up later, when they were already in upstate California, just in time to warn their little travailing freak-show about some less than friendly locals. After that they made an effort to be less noticeable.
"They're done! Everyone come and get some!" Athena called out from the fire.
"Meeroow!" Spiny exclaimed, she'd definitely understood that. Kale winced as she shoved her entire arm into the fire, roted around in the leaves in the bottom, and pulled out a tinfoil wrapped object, totally unaffected by the fire. He knew it wouldn't hurt her, he'd seen her do it before, but it still bothered him.
Wen jumped from the tree he'd been sitting in, his fall slowed by a sudden gust of wind, and Nena woke from her nap, the teddy bear stretching comically as she sat up. Kale stepped forward to join them, but stopped when he noticed Laurie, a newer arrival, sitting under a nearby tree, just outside of the circle of light. He was about to say something to her, invite her join them, but she just turned to him and smiled a knowing smile, and shook her head.
"'Her smiles are like light in the darkness, her tears like water to the thirsty,' isn't it so, my friend?" a smooth voice hissed in his ear.
Kale jumped back with a start. Nick was standing right next to him, he'd been able to feel Nick's breath on his ear.
"Jesus funkin' Christ! Don't do that, you psycho!" Kale exclaimed drawing temporary attention from the rest of the gathering. Confrontations between Kale and Nick were not a new thing.
Nick narrowed his eyes, and then smiled. Kale shuddered, Nicks eyes were black, solid black, no whites or anything, so was his hair, his skin was pale, and his teeth were very, very white. The combination made him look like a vampire, or a Goth wannabe, or something. He was a total dork really, and the stupid black clothing didn't help either.
"She is beautiful, isn't she?" Nick asked, black eyes never leaving Kale's face. Kale supposed Laurie was pretty, in a fragile girl-next-door kinda way. Brown eyes, fine features, a short bob of brown hair, she was really pretty, actually.
"Come to think of it," Nick said, his grin turning distinctly unpleasant, as he raised a pale hand. "So are you." Nick's long, black, nails touched the side of Kale's face, before Kale swatted his hand away.
"Get away from me, you weirdo!" Kale yelled, stepping backwards.
Nick just laughed at and turned towards the fire, he retrieved two tinfoil packets in an old dish cloth and took them to Laurie. She smiled as he approached, not the sort of smile she had given Kale, this one was more welcoming. What did she see in that creep? And why did Kale always feel as if Nick got the better of their conversations? And where the heck did he get nail polish all way out here?
Kale, snorted in disgust, and took a seat by the fire. Athena handed him one of the packets. He found potatoes and what looked like a piece of a dead bird. He really hoped it wasn't a part of one of the throughly mauled chickens Spiny had brought back that afternoon. Then again, that was probably better than the alternatives.
He found his gaze drifting back towards Laurie and Nick. They were sitting together, talking quietly and sharing their food. The two of them had just shown up at the cabin one day. Laurie had said that she'd just "known" they'd be here. That seemed to be her ability, knowing things she had no business knowing, like all about the old man, and how Wen's parents had died. She was seriously weird, and she hung out with Nick, who was even weirder. Maybe she wasn't so cute after all. She'd always seemed pretty harmless, not like Nick and his killer shadows. That was seriously freaky, it /was/ creepier than Nena's stuffed animals.
Kale poked at his food, not quite certain he was hungry anymore. Spiny had finished tearing through hers and was eying his hungrily. He sighed and tossed her his meat, which she devoured in moments. Nena and Dorian were laughing at something, Spiny had just curled up at Athena's feet, who was having an involved conversation with Wen, who was smiling way more than he usually did.
/Great, of the four girls, two of them are my age and cute, and neither of them is interested in me,/ he thought to himself, dejectedly.
"Someone's coming!" Laurie's voice cut through the small gathering.
"Eh? What's that?" Wen asked, not looking away from Athena.
"Someone is coming. No, wait, there are several, and they might be dangerous," Laurie replied, standing up.
That got Wen's attention. "How do you know?" he asked, pushing himself to his feet. When she just glared at him he raised both his hands helplessly. "Right, forgot we're not suppose to ask."
"What do you mean, they /might/ be dangerous?" Athena asked, not standing. She was always calm.
"I'm not certain, they came here looking for us. They /are/ ready for a fight."
"Then they /are/ dangerous," Kale said, abandoning his dinner and getting to his feet. Spiny devoured his uneaten portion the moment he wasn't looking.
"He's right," Nick said unexpectedly supporting Kale. "There's only one reason they'd come here for us."
Kale nodded. "Let's see if we can chase them off. Everyone remember our plan?" When he got nods from everyone but Spiny, he continued. "Good, let's go."
Okay, a bunch of stuff. First, I need a new name for Spiny, really badly. Personally I think it sounds dumb, but I couldn't think of anything better.
Secondly, I'm not certain whether this will take place during season two or three, any votes? I'm leaning towards season three right now.
Along the lines of the first question, everyone is going to probably need code names, any suggestions? I have a few things in mind, but I'm not sure I like them. The Dripper is not a goos codename for Dorian, but it was the first one that came to mind, and now I can think of anything else.
Next, is anyone reading this? Let me know, I don't think I'll continue if no one is. The only reason I'm writing this is to get the little demons of inspiration to leave me alone, and to get these characters that have been rattling around in my head, out for good. :-P
As for the whole romance thing that seems to be so popular these days, this will either be Kitty/Kurt or Kitty/Lance, who knows? Haven't made up my mind yet.
And lastly, why does everyone seem to think that Kitty is some sort of popular airhead? She's a nerd, and she never had many friends, re-watch X- Impulse, I'm serious.