uThere Must Be Some Kind of Way Out of HereuChapter 12br
Author's Note: Stuff in /i are thoughts. And I love all of you. Cassie-bear01, this one's for you, baby.br
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from X-Men: Evolution - Marvel and Kid's WB do. However, I do own my original character, John Jashback, who's arm falls off.br
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"You're the last person I expected to see here," John said, looking at the person standing in the doorway of the exercise room.br
Kitty Pryde took a step forward and smiled seductively at John. "Oh? And why is that?" Her voice sounded very amused.br
"Well uh...you know, because what happ..." He paused and swallowed hard. "I had assumed after what happened at lunch today...I was sure I wouldn't be your favorite person right now." As much as his knees wanted to fail him, John stood up.br
Kitty walked right up to John and placed her hand on his chest and looked up at him, smiling innocently. She reached her hand to John's face and tenderly felt his black eye. "It's a shame Lance gave this to you," she began. "You're much too cute to get in a fight." She laughed delightfully, but her eyes were...smoky.br
John was doing his best to maintain his composure and keep his anxiety bottled up. He was not the best when it came to girls. In fact, he always managed to make an ass of himself with any girl he had any interest in. John opened his mouth to say something, but his throat was completely dry. No discernable words came out, only hoarse noises.br
"Shhh..." Kitty whispered, placing her finger over his lips. "Don't speak. Just kiss..." Her voice trailed off as she wrapped her hands behind John's head, pulling him down to her level. Her eyes were like two deep, blue pools that John wanted to drown himself in. Kitty pulled John closer and pressed her soft lips to his, and all rational thought flew out the window...br
John Jashback opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, confused and disoriented. He blinked hard and looked around, still in the exercise room. He bolted upright and looked around the room frantically. He was alone.iIt must have been a dream...br
He gently touched his lips, but they felt cold and dry, but his heart was beating a mile a minute. He sighed and hung his head low.iMaybe if I go to sleep again, I'll go back to where the dream left off...br
John smiled happily closed his eyes, trying to recreate the moment he was ripped away from.br
A noise outside the room yanked him out of his blissful euphoria. He sighed once again and stood up, and poked his head out of the room. There, crouched down by the door was a giggling Jamie Madrox.br
John coughed and startled the younger boy, who looked up and grinned impudently. "Uh...hi, Lefty," he said, not quite sure whether it was a statement or a question.br
"Lefty?" John asked.br
Jamie giggled and pointed to John's arm. "It's what some of the others named you, cause you know...your arm..."br
John raised and eyebrow and looked at him coolly. "Ok then...Snowflake." Now it was John's turn to grin like an idiot.
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The multiplying-mutant's face darkened. "Don't call me Snowflake."br
"Then don't call me Lefty."br
"Ha! Sure...Lefty!" Jamie spun around and sprinted down the hallway.br
"Ooooh, you're gonna get it, Snowflake!" John roared, chasing after the younger boy.br
The hunter crept silently down the hallway, stalking it's prey. The hunter's eyes darted about, searching in every direction, while the hunter's nose sniffed, trying to track the scent of the prey. Up ahead, something darted out from behind it's cover, fleeing from the oncoming threat. The hunter dove off in pursuit, for the hunt was on again.br
The hunter paused at the junction it had come across. Three ways to go, but only one was the correct path. The hunter stared down each fork, before determining which was the correct one to take. Nose to the wind, the hunter resumed it's search for the quarry.br
The hunter's head darted back and forth, searching for any sign, any sign at all of it's prey. The hunter had a sinking premonition that it had followed the wrong route in it's pursuit. The hunt was called off.br
John Jashback leaned against a wall, strumming his fingers on his head. He lost Jamie's track when he came to the three forks in the hall corridor. Jamie had gotten away, but John was very much lost. Feeling a tingle in the small of his back, John reached around, trying to scratch it, but it was a lost cause. Until...iI can't believe I never thought of it before.br
John detached his left arm from his body, nodding contently. Reaching around the back, he began to scratch the itch with no problem whatsoever.br
"Oooooh yeah. That feels good. I can't believe I never thought of this before. Ooooooh man. I finally found a good use for my power!"br
Amara Aquilla was walking down one of the numerous hallways that honeycombed through the mansion. You could almost get lost in there, if you were by yourself. She ran a hand through her long, black hair and suddenly came to an abrupt stop.br
"Oooooh yeah. That hits the spot. Mmmmmm," an unfamiliar voice was saying.br
Amara rubbed her hands together and a ball of fire formed in her palm. She held it carefully as she turned a corner and saw the new kid, scratching his back with...his...arm...br
The girl fainted and fell to the floor, the fire she held hitting the ground next to her...br
A loud thump caught John Jashback's attention, and he turned to see a girl, either Amara or Jubilee; he wasn't sure because they looked so alike to him, fall to the ground and a fire ignite next to her. Reacting quickly, John rushed over and grabbed hold of her leg, pulling her away from the rapidly growing flames. Once he had her off to the side, he ran over and began to stomp on the fire, but it didn't seem to help.br
"Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap," John was spouting loudly, very nearly in panic. But strangely, the cursing seemed to put him at ease.br
He pulled off his shirt and began to beat at the fire with it. The intense heat of the flames quickly ignited the shirt, and John dropped it and stamped out the flames on it. He looked around, head jerking back and forth, looking for anything he could use to quell the fire. In his mind, he called out frantically for help, hoping the Professor or someone would hear him. John snatched a vase from a small table and poured the water on the fire. Much of the water became steam before it even hit the flames. John groaned loudly and looked down at his pants and realized they were his only available option...br
Praying to God and Jesus and Buddha and Vishnu and Allah and any other religious deity that he could come up with, praying that no one would show up at that very moment because... The young mutant forced out a new arm, and quickly unbuckled his pants, thanking himself for not using the restroom that day...br
John's plan did not succeed in putting out the fire. It helped stop the spread of the flames, but did no real help. John swore loudly and yanked off his shoes. Sliding off his pants, he used them to beat at the flames, which were growing hotter by the second. Using one arm to fight the flames, he used the other to grab hold of the unconscious girl's arm and pulled her back further before planting himself in front of her, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and wielding his pants as if it was really a water hose and said, "C'mon fire. Make my day, " he said, in his best Clint Eastwood impression. With a mighty roar, John Jashback dove at the fire, wildly flailing about his pant legs, whipping at the fire before him. Before he knew what was happening, the flames vanished, disappeared, leaving only wisps of smoke in the air.br
"What the..." he trailed off. His eyes brightened when he saw Professor Xavier wheel himself around the corner. Behind him came Jean and Scott, who's faces soon transformed into twisted, contorted shapes. And it hit John like a ton of bricks - here he was, standing in his boxer shorts, a pair of charred pants in hand, an unconscious girl behind him and a stretch of charred carpet in front of him. It wasn't exactly a scene from a Norman Rockwell painting. John shoulders slumped, and his knees gave out. He crumpled onto his knees and buried his face in his hands, sobbing pitifully.br
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I just want you all to know - I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this story. I have pretty much nothing set for the future, except for a few things which will come much later in the story. But so you know, I'm writing most of this on a wing and prayer. I just really hope you like it.br
Author's Note: Stuff in /i are thoughts. And I love all of you. Cassie-bear01, this one's for you, baby.br
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from X-Men: Evolution - Marvel and Kid's WB do. However, I do own my original character, John Jashback, who's arm falls off.br
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"You're the last person I expected to see here," John said, looking at the person standing in the doorway of the exercise room.br
Kitty Pryde took a step forward and smiled seductively at John. "Oh? And why is that?" Her voice sounded very amused.br
"Well uh...you know, because what happ..." He paused and swallowed hard. "I had assumed after what happened at lunch today...I was sure I wouldn't be your favorite person right now." As much as his knees wanted to fail him, John stood up.br
Kitty walked right up to John and placed her hand on his chest and looked up at him, smiling innocently. She reached her hand to John's face and tenderly felt his black eye. "It's a shame Lance gave this to you," she began. "You're much too cute to get in a fight." She laughed delightfully, but her eyes were...smoky.br
John was doing his best to maintain his composure and keep his anxiety bottled up. He was not the best when it came to girls. In fact, he always managed to make an ass of himself with any girl he had any interest in. John opened his mouth to say something, but his throat was completely dry. No discernable words came out, only hoarse noises.br
"Shhh..." Kitty whispered, placing her finger over his lips. "Don't speak. Just kiss..." Her voice trailed off as she wrapped her hands behind John's head, pulling him down to her level. Her eyes were like two deep, blue pools that John wanted to drown himself in. Kitty pulled John closer and pressed her soft lips to his, and all rational thought flew out the window...br
John Jashback opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, confused and disoriented. He blinked hard and looked around, still in the exercise room. He bolted upright and looked around the room frantically. He was alone.iIt must have been a dream...br
He gently touched his lips, but they felt cold and dry, but his heart was beating a mile a minute. He sighed and hung his head low.iMaybe if I go to sleep again, I'll go back to where the dream left off...br
John smiled happily closed his eyes, trying to recreate the moment he was ripped away from.br
A noise outside the room yanked him out of his blissful euphoria. He sighed once again and stood up, and poked his head out of the room. There, crouched down by the door was a giggling Jamie Madrox.br
John coughed and startled the younger boy, who looked up and grinned impudently. "Uh...hi, Lefty," he said, not quite sure whether it was a statement or a question.br
"Lefty?" John asked.br
Jamie giggled and pointed to John's arm. "It's what some of the others named you, cause you know...your arm..."br
John raised and eyebrow and looked at him coolly. "Ok then...Snowflake." Now it was John's turn to grin like an idiot.
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The multiplying-mutant's face darkened. "Don't call me Snowflake."br
"Then don't call me Lefty."br
"Ha! Sure...Lefty!" Jamie spun around and sprinted down the hallway.br
"Ooooh, you're gonna get it, Snowflake!" John roared, chasing after the younger boy.br
The hunter crept silently down the hallway, stalking it's prey. The hunter's eyes darted about, searching in every direction, while the hunter's nose sniffed, trying to track the scent of the prey. Up ahead, something darted out from behind it's cover, fleeing from the oncoming threat. The hunter dove off in pursuit, for the hunt was on again.br
The hunter paused at the junction it had come across. Three ways to go, but only one was the correct path. The hunter stared down each fork, before determining which was the correct one to take. Nose to the wind, the hunter resumed it's search for the quarry.br
The hunter's head darted back and forth, searching for any sign, any sign at all of it's prey. The hunter had a sinking premonition that it had followed the wrong route in it's pursuit. The hunt was called off.br
John Jashback leaned against a wall, strumming his fingers on his head. He lost Jamie's track when he came to the three forks in the hall corridor. Jamie had gotten away, but John was very much lost. Feeling a tingle in the small of his back, John reached around, trying to scratch it, but it was a lost cause. Until...iI can't believe I never thought of it before.br
John detached his left arm from his body, nodding contently. Reaching around the back, he began to scratch the itch with no problem whatsoever.br
"Oooooh yeah. That feels good. I can't believe I never thought of this before. Ooooooh man. I finally found a good use for my power!"br
Amara Aquilla was walking down one of the numerous hallways that honeycombed through the mansion. You could almost get lost in there, if you were by yourself. She ran a hand through her long, black hair and suddenly came to an abrupt stop.br
"Oooooh yeah. That hits the spot. Mmmmmm," an unfamiliar voice was saying.br
Amara rubbed her hands together and a ball of fire formed in her palm. She held it carefully as she turned a corner and saw the new kid, scratching his back with...his...arm...br
The girl fainted and fell to the floor, the fire she held hitting the ground next to her...br
A loud thump caught John Jashback's attention, and he turned to see a girl, either Amara or Jubilee; he wasn't sure because they looked so alike to him, fall to the ground and a fire ignite next to her. Reacting quickly, John rushed over and grabbed hold of her leg, pulling her away from the rapidly growing flames. Once he had her off to the side, he ran over and began to stomp on the fire, but it didn't seem to help.br
"Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap," John was spouting loudly, very nearly in panic. But strangely, the cursing seemed to put him at ease.br
He pulled off his shirt and began to beat at the fire with it. The intense heat of the flames quickly ignited the shirt, and John dropped it and stamped out the flames on it. He looked around, head jerking back and forth, looking for anything he could use to quell the fire. In his mind, he called out frantically for help, hoping the Professor or someone would hear him. John snatched a vase from a small table and poured the water on the fire. Much of the water became steam before it even hit the flames. John groaned loudly and looked down at his pants and realized they were his only available option...br
Praying to God and Jesus and Buddha and Vishnu and Allah and any other religious deity that he could come up with, praying that no one would show up at that very moment because... The young mutant forced out a new arm, and quickly unbuckled his pants, thanking himself for not using the restroom that day...br
John's plan did not succeed in putting out the fire. It helped stop the spread of the flames, but did no real help. John swore loudly and yanked off his shoes. Sliding off his pants, he used them to beat at the flames, which were growing hotter by the second. Using one arm to fight the flames, he used the other to grab hold of the unconscious girl's arm and pulled her back further before planting himself in front of her, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and wielding his pants as if it was really a water hose and said, "C'mon fire. Make my day, " he said, in his best Clint Eastwood impression. With a mighty roar, John Jashback dove at the fire, wildly flailing about his pant legs, whipping at the fire before him. Before he knew what was happening, the flames vanished, disappeared, leaving only wisps of smoke in the air.br
"What the..." he trailed off. His eyes brightened when he saw Professor Xavier wheel himself around the corner. Behind him came Jean and Scott, who's faces soon transformed into twisted, contorted shapes. And it hit John like a ton of bricks - here he was, standing in his boxer shorts, a pair of charred pants in hand, an unconscious girl behind him and a stretch of charred carpet in front of him. It wasn't exactly a scene from a Norman Rockwell painting. John shoulders slumped, and his knees gave out. He crumpled onto his knees and buried his face in his hands, sobbing pitifully.br
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I just want you all to know - I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this story. I have pretty much nothing set for the future, except for a few things which will come much later in the story. But so you know, I'm writing most of this on a wing and prayer. I just really hope you like it.br