There Must Be Some Kind of Way Out of Here
Chapter 3
Author's Note: Stuff in italics are thoughts, anything in bold or underlined means emphasis is put on the word. But you know that already. Oh, and thanks to all who left reviews. It's you who keep me (and others) writing. I love you guys.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-Men characters or any of that stuff, except John.
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"Scott, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to John in private," Professor Xavier said.
"Sure, no problem. See you around, John," he said while walking out. Outside, Scott broke into another fit of laughter.
Man, I sure blew that.
"So yeah...I didn't exactly put the best foot forward with Kitty, did I?" John said mopily.
"Don't worry about that. I'm sure she'll be fine. But we have more important matters to discuss. The first, and most important is what to do with your extraneous limbs after the use of your abilities. I recommend you bury them somewhere outside where they won't be found. We wouldn't want anyone to find a surprise in the garbage, would we?"
"Heh, I guess you're right. Bury arms outside. What else?"
The Professor wheeled himself over to a desk and pulled a slip of paper from it, and handed it to John.
"What's this, Professor?"
"This is your class schedule. You've been enrolled in Bayville High School and you start tomorrow. I managed to get you into as many of the same courses as you had at your old school. I trust this is of no problem?"
John shook his head. "No, no. This is great. Thanks." His eyes drifted back down to the paper.
Didn't expect to be in school so soon.
The classes seemed simple enough. Seven classes, just like John's old school. English, Physics, Computer Science, Spanish, then Lunch, History, Economics, and Math.
Simple enough. I hope.
A cough caught John's attention.
"Did you hear what I said, John?"
"Oh, sorry Professor. I was just thinking about school."
"Yes, I know," Xavier said, smiling. "Here. Take this," he said, extending a bundle wrapped in paper.
"What's this?"
"Your new uniform. All of the students have one in which they use when in training or on missions."
John took out the uniform and held it up to see. It was a black pair of pants and shirt, with shoulder pads embroidered with red and black X's on them. Also included was a pair of yellow gloves, yellow boots, and a yellow belt with the red and black X on the buckle.
Nifty. But...
"Hey Professor, got a pair of scissors I can borrow?" John asked.
The Professor's eyes lit up in understanding, and he handed John a pair of scissors from off his desk. John deftly and carefully snipped off the left sleeve of the shirt and held it up to examine.
"Sure, it isn't the prettiest thing, but I don't want to have to yank my arm out of this."
"That's quite fine, John." The Professor looked at a clock on the wall, reading 4:45. "Well John, I think it's time you went and met the other students. I am sure Scott informed you of the schedule we run here?" He waited for John's nod before continuing. "Good. If you have any other questions, feel free to ask me or any of the other instructors."
"One quick question: who's this Kurt guy you and Scott mentioned? Should I uh..be on the look out for him or something."
The Professor chuckled, as if John told a very funny joke. "Don't worry John. Now go and meet the rest of the students."
"Ok... And I'll be sure to uh, take care of this," he said, holding up the loose arm.
John left the room and closed the door, but no sooner had it closed, he heard a voice in his head.
Don't forget John, dinner is at six.
The young man shivered. He knew the Professor was a telepath - he'd known it after he first met the man, but knowing someone else was in his head still had a scary feel to it.
John looked around, a confused look on his face.
Oh man. Where the heck am I?
John, down the hall and to the left to your room.
A mental image of the Professor smiling appearing in John's mind.
Heh, thanks Professor.
John followed the instructions and found himself in a hallway that looked almost the same as the one before.
"Aw crud. Which room is mine?"
John walked over to the nearest door and knocked.
"Who is it?" a female voice called from inside.
"Uh..uh..sorry, wrong room," John called back and he walked on to the next room. He knocked on the door but got no reply. He poked his head into what was obviously a room that housed a girl. He closed the door and sighed.
How the heck am I going to find my room?
After one more occupied and two empty rooms, John finally found his room. He set down his uniform, but before leaving he wrapped the cut sleeve around the knob.
I won't forget where my room is this time.
John looked at the towel-wrapped arm, remembering he still had to dispose of it. He left the room with it and found himself back in the main foyer of the mansion (At least I remember how to get back here!). A backpack lay on one of the couches near the foot of the stairs, but aside from that, no one was around. John shrugged his shoulders and went outside the building. Finding a small shrub, he crouched down and began to dig out a small rut in the dirt with his hands. He paused a moment, sniffing the air. It had a strange sulphurous twinge to it.
Man, someone's been eating beans or something...
"Hi! Vhat are you doing?"
John looked up to see...something looking down at him. The face was covered in blue...fur and two beady yellow eyes were staring at him questionably.
"Hi. Who are you?" it said to him.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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Hehe. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but it was either a short chapter and then normal again, or a great big long chapter (and I think some people don't like that). Plus I couldn't resist leaving a cliffhanger.
*Later Edit - I went and changed the part with the Professor and telekenisis, since he doesn't have it in the show, even if I think he had it back in the comics...or one of the many incarnations of the comics.
Chapter 3
Author's Note: Stuff in italics are thoughts, anything in bold or underlined means emphasis is put on the word. But you know that already. Oh, and thanks to all who left reviews. It's you who keep me (and others) writing. I love you guys.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-Men characters or any of that stuff, except John.
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"Scott, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to John in private," Professor Xavier said.
"Sure, no problem. See you around, John," he said while walking out. Outside, Scott broke into another fit of laughter.
Man, I sure blew that.
"So yeah...I didn't exactly put the best foot forward with Kitty, did I?" John said mopily.
"Don't worry about that. I'm sure she'll be fine. But we have more important matters to discuss. The first, and most important is what to do with your extraneous limbs after the use of your abilities. I recommend you bury them somewhere outside where they won't be found. We wouldn't want anyone to find a surprise in the garbage, would we?"
"Heh, I guess you're right. Bury arms outside. What else?"
The Professor wheeled himself over to a desk and pulled a slip of paper from it, and handed it to John.
"What's this, Professor?"
"This is your class schedule. You've been enrolled in Bayville High School and you start tomorrow. I managed to get you into as many of the same courses as you had at your old school. I trust this is of no problem?"
John shook his head. "No, no. This is great. Thanks." His eyes drifted back down to the paper.
Didn't expect to be in school so soon.
The classes seemed simple enough. Seven classes, just like John's old school. English, Physics, Computer Science, Spanish, then Lunch, History, Economics, and Math.
Simple enough. I hope.
A cough caught John's attention.
"Did you hear what I said, John?"
"Oh, sorry Professor. I was just thinking about school."
"Yes, I know," Xavier said, smiling. "Here. Take this," he said, extending a bundle wrapped in paper.
"What's this?"
"Your new uniform. All of the students have one in which they use when in training or on missions."
John took out the uniform and held it up to see. It was a black pair of pants and shirt, with shoulder pads embroidered with red and black X's on them. Also included was a pair of yellow gloves, yellow boots, and a yellow belt with the red and black X on the buckle.
Nifty. But...
"Hey Professor, got a pair of scissors I can borrow?" John asked.
The Professor's eyes lit up in understanding, and he handed John a pair of scissors from off his desk. John deftly and carefully snipped off the left sleeve of the shirt and held it up to examine.
"Sure, it isn't the prettiest thing, but I don't want to have to yank my arm out of this."
"That's quite fine, John." The Professor looked at a clock on the wall, reading 4:45. "Well John, I think it's time you went and met the other students. I am sure Scott informed you of the schedule we run here?" He waited for John's nod before continuing. "Good. If you have any other questions, feel free to ask me or any of the other instructors."
"One quick question: who's this Kurt guy you and Scott mentioned? Should I uh..be on the look out for him or something."
The Professor chuckled, as if John told a very funny joke. "Don't worry John. Now go and meet the rest of the students."
"Ok... And I'll be sure to uh, take care of this," he said, holding up the loose arm.
John left the room and closed the door, but no sooner had it closed, he heard a voice in his head.
Don't forget John, dinner is at six.
The young man shivered. He knew the Professor was a telepath - he'd known it after he first met the man, but knowing someone else was in his head still had a scary feel to it.
John looked around, a confused look on his face.
Oh man. Where the heck am I?
John, down the hall and to the left to your room.
A mental image of the Professor smiling appearing in John's mind.
Heh, thanks Professor.
John followed the instructions and found himself in a hallway that looked almost the same as the one before.
"Aw crud. Which room is mine?"
John walked over to the nearest door and knocked.
"Who is it?" a female voice called from inside.
"Uh..uh..sorry, wrong room," John called back and he walked on to the next room. He knocked on the door but got no reply. He poked his head into what was obviously a room that housed a girl. He closed the door and sighed.
How the heck am I going to find my room?
After one more occupied and two empty rooms, John finally found his room. He set down his uniform, but before leaving he wrapped the cut sleeve around the knob.
I won't forget where my room is this time.
John looked at the towel-wrapped arm, remembering he still had to dispose of it. He left the room with it and found himself back in the main foyer of the mansion (At least I remember how to get back here!). A backpack lay on one of the couches near the foot of the stairs, but aside from that, no one was around. John shrugged his shoulders and went outside the building. Finding a small shrub, he crouched down and began to dig out a small rut in the dirt with his hands. He paused a moment, sniffing the air. It had a strange sulphurous twinge to it.
Man, someone's been eating beans or something...
"Hi! Vhat are you doing?"
John looked up to see...something looking down at him. The face was covered in blue...fur and two beady yellow eyes were staring at him questionably.
"Hi. Who are you?" it said to him.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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Hehe. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but it was either a short chapter and then normal again, or a great big long chapter (and I think some people don't like that). Plus I couldn't resist leaving a cliffhanger.
*Later Edit - I went and changed the part with the Professor and telekenisis, since he doesn't have it in the show, even if I think he had it back in the comics...or one of the many incarnations of the comics.