DISCLAIMER: RTLFC!!!
Thanks to my two new reviewers:
Dude: 1. As Spiderman and the foursome had their D.N.A altered by radiation they are mutants. Or at least I SAY THEY ARE, SO THEY ARE IN THIS FIC!!! 2. My girl is not Mary Sue; she has some major mental problems. 3. Thanks for the comment about the title; my muses are working on it as I type. 4. I take on board your comments about dialogue, but it's meant to be confusing, I have major problems with organising dialogue.
FurorPaxx: thanks for your comments, about the three H's, go down to the bottom of the chapter.
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Soon another figure arrived, he had jet black hair, was quiet tall, and distinctly French. He was wearing dark clothes.
"Where is Remy?"
"Who's Remy?"
"Moi."
"You are at the Xavier mansion."
"And where is that?"
"Bayville."
"Ah. Why am I here?"
"You're a mutant."
"Oui."
"I need your help."
"Why, ma petite soeur?"
"You know Apocalypse?"
"Oui."
"He's trying to take over the world. Will you help us stop him?"
"Remy a thief. You can't trust a thief."
"Can't I? I believe these are yours." Rac pulled a wallet out of her pocket, followed by a pack of cards.
"How did tu?"
"Set a thief, to catch a thief." Rac handed back the objects. "What's your skill?"
"Watch, petite soeur." Remy held a card, and it started glowing, he then threw it away. It landed in a small clearing. Before exploding.
"Impressive."
"Oui! They call me Gambit."
"Why do they call you that?"
"Because moi take risks."
"What's your full name?"
"Remy le Beau. Et tu?"
"Rachael Francis. But call me Rac. I'm also known as Creator."
"What's your gift?"
"Fancy some more cards?" Rac created a set of cards, and handed them to him.
"Useful."
"Yes. Knave."
"Knave?"
"I give my friends nicknames. You're Knave. 'The Knave of Hearts stole the tarts and took them clean away'."
"Very clever. Where should I go?"
"Down the drive. There's a huge mansion at the end. Go in there. And don't steal too much."
"You don't trust Remy?"
"I trust you. But not Remy."
"Au revoir, ma petite soeur!"
"Au revoir!"
***
Soon another figure arrived; dressed in a wetsuit, it was Alex.
"Where am I?"
"Xavier mansion." Rac was getting heartily bored of answering that question.
"Why am I here?"
"Only way to cure that headache."
"Right. I'm Alex Summers. Who are you?"
"I'm Rac."
"Rac? Scott told me about you. I thought you'd be bigger, somehow."
"Hey, so I'm small! So what?"
"Nothing. I like you. You're cute."
"Thanks." Rac smiled.
"Here's my mobile number, if you ever need to contact me. I'm going to teach you to surf. You should be good at it!"
"What gives you that idea?"
"I just think you will."
"Thanks for the bout of confidence!"
"You're welcome, kid!" Alex instinctively ruffled Rac's hair. Before he walked down the drive.
Another figure arrived, swinging on a silky rope; the figure was masked.
"What's going on?"
"Well, quite a bit. What area particularly?"
"Why am I here? And who are you? Where is here? How did I get here?"
"Oh, right. Well you came here, of your own accord, because I called you, as I need your help. You are at the Xavier Mansion. And I'm Rac, Spiderman." Rac finally placed the person standing before her.
"How did you know who I am?"
"Come on! I read the newspapers!"
"Right! How did you call me?"
"You remember a headache?"
"Yes."
"Well that was Apocalypse, immobilising you, so that you couldn't fight him. I worked out a way to counter that, and force you to come here."
"Apocalypse?"
"The guy who wanted to take over the world?"
"Oh yes!"
"Will you help us?"
"Why do you want my help? I'm a mutant."
"So am I."
"What?"
"Everyone here is a mutant."
"Like me?"
"Not quite. We were born mutants. You got yours through the spider bite, Parker."
"How did you?" Peter pulled off his mask.
"I'm slightly telepathic. Sorry, but I was curious. I didn't go any deeper."
"O.K. so I'm Peter Parker."
"P2!"
"What?"
"I like to give people nicknames. You're P2."
"OK. I like you, kid. Here's my number if you need me again."
"Thanks."
"What do I do?"
"Go down the drive, and talk to the prof. He's organising the attack."
"Right! Do you have a codename?"
"Yeah, it's Creator."
"See you!" Peter walked down the drive, once he'd ruffled Rac's hair.
***
REVIEW OR THE THREE H'S WILL ATTACK YOU!!!
The three H's are: Henry, if she gets you, you're slightly dead; Hannah, if she gets you, you're going to go insane; Hayley, if she gets you, you're doomed to eternal torment, poor you.
These three killing people are three of my four muses, the fourth is Sarah, and she just acts sweet, before killing you painlessly.
Thanks to my two new reviewers:
Dude: 1. As Spiderman and the foursome had their D.N.A altered by radiation they are mutants. Or at least I SAY THEY ARE, SO THEY ARE IN THIS FIC!!! 2. My girl is not Mary Sue; she has some major mental problems. 3. Thanks for the comment about the title; my muses are working on it as I type. 4. I take on board your comments about dialogue, but it's meant to be confusing, I have major problems with organising dialogue.
FurorPaxx: thanks for your comments, about the three H's, go down to the bottom of the chapter.
***
Soon another figure arrived, he had jet black hair, was quiet tall, and distinctly French. He was wearing dark clothes.
"Where is Remy?"
"Who's Remy?"
"Moi."
"You are at the Xavier mansion."
"And where is that?"
"Bayville."
"Ah. Why am I here?"
"You're a mutant."
"Oui."
"I need your help."
"Why, ma petite soeur?"
"You know Apocalypse?"
"Oui."
"He's trying to take over the world. Will you help us stop him?"
"Remy a thief. You can't trust a thief."
"Can't I? I believe these are yours." Rac pulled a wallet out of her pocket, followed by a pack of cards.
"How did tu?"
"Set a thief, to catch a thief." Rac handed back the objects. "What's your skill?"
"Watch, petite soeur." Remy held a card, and it started glowing, he then threw it away. It landed in a small clearing. Before exploding.
"Impressive."
"Oui! They call me Gambit."
"Why do they call you that?"
"Because moi take risks."
"What's your full name?"
"Remy le Beau. Et tu?"
"Rachael Francis. But call me Rac. I'm also known as Creator."
"What's your gift?"
"Fancy some more cards?" Rac created a set of cards, and handed them to him.
"Useful."
"Yes. Knave."
"Knave?"
"I give my friends nicknames. You're Knave. 'The Knave of Hearts stole the tarts and took them clean away'."
"Very clever. Where should I go?"
"Down the drive. There's a huge mansion at the end. Go in there. And don't steal too much."
"You don't trust Remy?"
"I trust you. But not Remy."
"Au revoir, ma petite soeur!"
"Au revoir!"
***
Soon another figure arrived; dressed in a wetsuit, it was Alex.
"Where am I?"
"Xavier mansion." Rac was getting heartily bored of answering that question.
"Why am I here?"
"Only way to cure that headache."
"Right. I'm Alex Summers. Who are you?"
"I'm Rac."
"Rac? Scott told me about you. I thought you'd be bigger, somehow."
"Hey, so I'm small! So what?"
"Nothing. I like you. You're cute."
"Thanks." Rac smiled.
"Here's my mobile number, if you ever need to contact me. I'm going to teach you to surf. You should be good at it!"
"What gives you that idea?"
"I just think you will."
"Thanks for the bout of confidence!"
"You're welcome, kid!" Alex instinctively ruffled Rac's hair. Before he walked down the drive.
Another figure arrived, swinging on a silky rope; the figure was masked.
"What's going on?"
"Well, quite a bit. What area particularly?"
"Why am I here? And who are you? Where is here? How did I get here?"
"Oh, right. Well you came here, of your own accord, because I called you, as I need your help. You are at the Xavier Mansion. And I'm Rac, Spiderman." Rac finally placed the person standing before her.
"How did you know who I am?"
"Come on! I read the newspapers!"
"Right! How did you call me?"
"You remember a headache?"
"Yes."
"Well that was Apocalypse, immobilising you, so that you couldn't fight him. I worked out a way to counter that, and force you to come here."
"Apocalypse?"
"The guy who wanted to take over the world?"
"Oh yes!"
"Will you help us?"
"Why do you want my help? I'm a mutant."
"So am I."
"What?"
"Everyone here is a mutant."
"Like me?"
"Not quite. We were born mutants. You got yours through the spider bite, Parker."
"How did you?" Peter pulled off his mask.
"I'm slightly telepathic. Sorry, but I was curious. I didn't go any deeper."
"O.K. so I'm Peter Parker."
"P2!"
"What?"
"I like to give people nicknames. You're P2."
"OK. I like you, kid. Here's my number if you need me again."
"Thanks."
"What do I do?"
"Go down the drive, and talk to the prof. He's organising the attack."
"Right! Do you have a codename?"
"Yeah, it's Creator."
"See you!" Peter walked down the drive, once he'd ruffled Rac's hair.
***
REVIEW OR THE THREE H'S WILL ATTACK YOU!!!
The three H's are: Henry, if she gets you, you're slightly dead; Hannah, if she gets you, you're going to go insane; Hayley, if she gets you, you're doomed to eternal torment, poor you.
These three killing people are three of my four muses, the fourth is Sarah, and she just acts sweet, before killing you painlessly.