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Authors: Brakish and Rogue31
~~~ X-Duds ~~~
~~~Chapter 11 : The Great Escape~~~
The beautiful afternoon sun was high in the sky. The soft breeze lightly tickled the skin of those outside enjoying the day. "Such a perfect day," Xavier said aloud, wheeling down the driveway. He eagerly awaited today's mail, well he eagerly awaited the mail everyday.
Opening the mailbox he couldn't help but smile, sinisterly, as he pulled out several stuffed envelopes. "Such a perfect day indeed," he commented, holding the smaller envelopes up to the light, so he could see its contents.
Jean and Scott watched the typical daily mail pickup by Xavier. The evil smiles, the spinning of the wheelchair, the giggle fits, and who could forget the hugging of the envelopes.
"Now's our chance, Scott," Jean said, pulling Scott towards their tunnel. "Well?" Jean asked, once they were there.
"What?" Scott asked, standing there.
"Aren't you going to move the objects blocking the tunnel?" Jean asked.
"But, but I, I can't see," Scott reminded.
"Fine! I'll do it. I could very well stub my toe or get a blister from moving these things, but that's okay because you can't see. It's fine, I'll just do all the physical labor," Jean pouted.
Scott narrowed his eyebrows. "No! That's okay, I'll do it for you, Jean. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
He stumbled over the objects and began moving the chair, the table, the couch, the refrigerator, the sofa, the television, and finally the kitchen sink. He felt around and found the piece of carpet that covered the hole.
"Quick! Put everything back, Xavier is coming!" Jean said, looking out the window.
Scott fumbled everything back, precisely where it had been.
The door opened and sure enough Xavier wheeled in. He head up the stairs to his study. The two stood there and waited. Not too long they heard the door close and lock.
"Whew! That was close! Okay, move everything again," she ordered.
Panting, Scott clutched his hands on his knees. "What are you doing? Move everything so we can go!" Jean said.
Slowly he began hauling the contents away from the tunnel. "Oh drad! I forgot my purse," Jean said and left to retrieve it.
Heaving, Scott struggled for breath. Then replaced everything so no one might come across this mess and ruin their escape from the mansion.
About five hours later Jean appeared. "Okay read?" Scott?" she kicked the sleeping boy awake, "Are we going?" she asked.
"Uh, where have you been?" he asked, getting up.
"Well, I had to freshen up and eat. Do you think I'd leave here on an empty stomach? Well, are you ready?"
"But, I, uh, I didn't have anything to eat yet," he declared.
"Oh don't be silly. We'll have plenty to eat once we get out of here," she said.
"Oh, I, alright." Scott again moved everything from its place, yet again. Once everything was cleared Jean smiled.
"Could you help me down?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. Scott helped her down. Once she was down her smile turned to a frown. "EW! You expect ME to go down in that DIRTY hole?" she said, outraged.
"Well, I, uh, I thought, this was your idea," he said.
"It wasn't my idea to get all dirty. I expected you to have cleaned this filth and had everything ready. Now we have to wait until this dirty tunnel is clean. So, Scott, clean it!"
Before he could say anything a group of the other students approached them.
Kitty blinked, staring at the hole in the ground. "Wow... what's that?"
Jean flicked her hair back. "Our way out of here."
Evan folded his arms. "It's too messy to go that way... and you're messing up the nice old professor's floor! What would your mother think?"
Kitty and Rogue looked at the boy, Jean reacting first by slapping Evan aside the head. "We're leaving, and we're doing it THIS way? Haven't you figured it out yet? I'm a genius!"
Rogue cleared her throat, keeping her distance from the other students. "Can't we just... ya know... hide the sock puppet?"
Jean glared at the girl. "You DARE think your idea is better than MINE?"
Rogue rolled her eyes, flicking back her short hair in the same fashion Jean flicked back her hair earlier. "Uh... yeah?"
Kitty jumped up and down. "Wee! Yay! So we liberate the tortured sock soul from the Professor?" She squealed. " About damn time too! I think that sock has been captured long enough, and it's infuriating the local butter flubbies!"
Jean blinked. "Don't you mean butter flies?"
Kitty growled at Jean, her eyes turning red and demonic. "Get off my back, woman!!!"
Rogue, all of a sudden, became perky and grabbed Kitty's hands. "TO THE SOCK PUPPET!!!"
Evan nudged to his 'friends' and followed the two girls as they skipped away.
Jean sighed. "Well... that was an annoying interruption..." She looked back at the hole. "Cleaned it yet?"
The sounds of Scott dusting and sneezing was all that was heard. Jean grumped. "You better not be getting your germs in there!"
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Well the two of us got inspired to write a different ending then we had planned. Be patient and tune in next time for…
Chapter 12: The End
Authors: Brakish and Rogue31
~~~ X-Duds ~~~
~~~Chapter 11 : The Great Escape~~~
The beautiful afternoon sun was high in the sky. The soft breeze lightly tickled the skin of those outside enjoying the day. "Such a perfect day," Xavier said aloud, wheeling down the driveway. He eagerly awaited today's mail, well he eagerly awaited the mail everyday.
Opening the mailbox he couldn't help but smile, sinisterly, as he pulled out several stuffed envelopes. "Such a perfect day indeed," he commented, holding the smaller envelopes up to the light, so he could see its contents.
Jean and Scott watched the typical daily mail pickup by Xavier. The evil smiles, the spinning of the wheelchair, the giggle fits, and who could forget the hugging of the envelopes.
"Now's our chance, Scott," Jean said, pulling Scott towards their tunnel. "Well?" Jean asked, once they were there.
"What?" Scott asked, standing there.
"Aren't you going to move the objects blocking the tunnel?" Jean asked.
"But, but I, I can't see," Scott reminded.
"Fine! I'll do it. I could very well stub my toe or get a blister from moving these things, but that's okay because you can't see. It's fine, I'll just do all the physical labor," Jean pouted.
Scott narrowed his eyebrows. "No! That's okay, I'll do it for you, Jean. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
He stumbled over the objects and began moving the chair, the table, the couch, the refrigerator, the sofa, the television, and finally the kitchen sink. He felt around and found the piece of carpet that covered the hole.
"Quick! Put everything back, Xavier is coming!" Jean said, looking out the window.
Scott fumbled everything back, precisely where it had been.
The door opened and sure enough Xavier wheeled in. He head up the stairs to his study. The two stood there and waited. Not too long they heard the door close and lock.
"Whew! That was close! Okay, move everything again," she ordered.
Panting, Scott clutched his hands on his knees. "What are you doing? Move everything so we can go!" Jean said.
Slowly he began hauling the contents away from the tunnel. "Oh drad! I forgot my purse," Jean said and left to retrieve it.
Heaving, Scott struggled for breath. Then replaced everything so no one might come across this mess and ruin their escape from the mansion.
About five hours later Jean appeared. "Okay read?" Scott?" she kicked the sleeping boy awake, "Are we going?" she asked.
"Uh, where have you been?" he asked, getting up.
"Well, I had to freshen up and eat. Do you think I'd leave here on an empty stomach? Well, are you ready?"
"But, I, uh, I didn't have anything to eat yet," he declared.
"Oh don't be silly. We'll have plenty to eat once we get out of here," she said.
"Oh, I, alright." Scott again moved everything from its place, yet again. Once everything was cleared Jean smiled.
"Could you help me down?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. Scott helped her down. Once she was down her smile turned to a frown. "EW! You expect ME to go down in that DIRTY hole?" she said, outraged.
"Well, I, uh, I thought, this was your idea," he said.
"It wasn't my idea to get all dirty. I expected you to have cleaned this filth and had everything ready. Now we have to wait until this dirty tunnel is clean. So, Scott, clean it!"
Before he could say anything a group of the other students approached them.
Kitty blinked, staring at the hole in the ground. "Wow... what's that?"
Jean flicked her hair back. "Our way out of here."
Evan folded his arms. "It's too messy to go that way... and you're messing up the nice old professor's floor! What would your mother think?"
Kitty and Rogue looked at the boy, Jean reacting first by slapping Evan aside the head. "We're leaving, and we're doing it THIS way? Haven't you figured it out yet? I'm a genius!"
Rogue cleared her throat, keeping her distance from the other students. "Can't we just... ya know... hide the sock puppet?"
Jean glared at the girl. "You DARE think your idea is better than MINE?"
Rogue rolled her eyes, flicking back her short hair in the same fashion Jean flicked back her hair earlier. "Uh... yeah?"
Kitty jumped up and down. "Wee! Yay! So we liberate the tortured sock soul from the Professor?" She squealed. " About damn time too! I think that sock has been captured long enough, and it's infuriating the local butter flubbies!"
Jean blinked. "Don't you mean butter flies?"
Kitty growled at Jean, her eyes turning red and demonic. "Get off my back, woman!!!"
Rogue, all of a sudden, became perky and grabbed Kitty's hands. "TO THE SOCK PUPPET!!!"
Evan nudged to his 'friends' and followed the two girls as they skipped away.
Jean sighed. "Well... that was an annoying interruption..." She looked back at the hole. "Cleaned it yet?"
The sounds of Scott dusting and sneezing was all that was heard. Jean grumped. "You better not be getting your germs in there!"
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Well the two of us got inspired to write a different ending then we had planned. Be patient and tune in next time for…
Chapter 12: The End