a/n: okay, I was going to try to stay with more "seeing aphorisms" as
chapter titles, but I could think of any that would work, so live without
it!
Disclaimer: pesky copyrights. I don't own the x-men. So hah. I don't think I even own Ghost, Jon, Gerald, Celia, or anybody else in the abandoned apartment. Sometimes they have a mind of their own and I doubt they'd let me.
Ch. 2: Don't get too comfortable.
"Sneaking around again, huh?" teased the voice behind me. "Jonathan, leggoame!" "Not yet, not yet. Hey! Stop struggling! I won't be able to catch you again, you know" "That's the point!" I said through gritted teeth. "If I don't know where you are, how am I supposed to talk to you?" "Well, I was hoping I'd get the chance to eat, so maybe you should talk to where the food is disappearing!" "You call that food?" Jon looked at my meal with distaste, "that's pig slop!" "You ate it yesterday. It ain't pig slop if it keeps you alive.Jon?" He had stopped listening and was staring at my face.
"You're bruised." "How perceptive. I'll have more if you don't let go soon!" He dropped me, and I fell to the floor. "Was that how you saw me?" I asked, wincing as I poked at the spreading blue and black. For some reason, discolorations on my skin show up despite the mutant gene. "No" he said, sitting down, "you give off a shadow."
Crap. I had forgotten that. If anything, I figured the floating food would have given me away. I poked at the 'pig slop' in front of me. "I don't suppose there's any chicken left?" I asked wistfully. Jon grinned at me, "wouldn't you rather eat your leftovers?" "Jon, I freakin stole that chicken myself! Aren't I allowed to have some of it?" I was quickly losing patience. "Well, I dunno, should you? I seem to recall Gerald mentioning a reason why you weren't down for dinner."
I put my head in my hands. Sure, he can joke all he wants, but I was getting a headache from lack of food. "Damnit, Jon, I didn't do anything worthy of getting starved! I feel like I haven't eaten all day! Why the hell are you siding with him? You know how awful he." I had raised my head to yell at Jon, but was instead met with a steaming plate of chicken, rice, and vegetables. Aside from the horns poking up out of his hair, Jon's kind of a telekinetic; he snaps his fingers, and stuff starts flying around. Apparently, he flew a plate up here when I wasn't looking.
Jon was laughing at me. "If you're gonna sit there gaping, you might as well eat!" I poked at it with my fork, then started shoveling it into my mouth. I couldn't swallow fast enough, and ended up choking on half of it anyway while trying to thank Jon. It tasted fantastic!
I was just about finished when I noticed that I was alone. I started to turn around, but was stopped by a pair of giant hands pulling me upwards. "This is getting repetitive," I started to say, but realized that Jon was over by the window. He had the soup bowl and he looked like he was about to dump its contents out the window. But he also looked somehow frightened. Even his horns were shaking a little. Then I glanced up at my captor.
"Shit" I was looking at an enraged face of green and purple. Gerald apparently wasn't too happy with my little escape from punishment. And it looked like I was gonna get it even worse.
a/n: when, oh, when did my story degenerate into a drama? And why?? Maybe all those movies really did affect my brain. Hope it's not too unbearable. I'll try to add a couple plot twists later on! Which reminds me, how many chapters do you guys want? I gotta plan out what goes when.
Meanwhile, it seems I have grown addicted to my review highs. And you can help, too! No needles, pills or powder needed, just click the little blue box!
Disclaimer: pesky copyrights. I don't own the x-men. So hah. I don't think I even own Ghost, Jon, Gerald, Celia, or anybody else in the abandoned apartment. Sometimes they have a mind of their own and I doubt they'd let me.
Ch. 2: Don't get too comfortable.
"Sneaking around again, huh?" teased the voice behind me. "Jonathan, leggoame!" "Not yet, not yet. Hey! Stop struggling! I won't be able to catch you again, you know" "That's the point!" I said through gritted teeth. "If I don't know where you are, how am I supposed to talk to you?" "Well, I was hoping I'd get the chance to eat, so maybe you should talk to where the food is disappearing!" "You call that food?" Jon looked at my meal with distaste, "that's pig slop!" "You ate it yesterday. It ain't pig slop if it keeps you alive.Jon?" He had stopped listening and was staring at my face.
"You're bruised." "How perceptive. I'll have more if you don't let go soon!" He dropped me, and I fell to the floor. "Was that how you saw me?" I asked, wincing as I poked at the spreading blue and black. For some reason, discolorations on my skin show up despite the mutant gene. "No" he said, sitting down, "you give off a shadow."
Crap. I had forgotten that. If anything, I figured the floating food would have given me away. I poked at the 'pig slop' in front of me. "I don't suppose there's any chicken left?" I asked wistfully. Jon grinned at me, "wouldn't you rather eat your leftovers?" "Jon, I freakin stole that chicken myself! Aren't I allowed to have some of it?" I was quickly losing patience. "Well, I dunno, should you? I seem to recall Gerald mentioning a reason why you weren't down for dinner."
I put my head in my hands. Sure, he can joke all he wants, but I was getting a headache from lack of food. "Damnit, Jon, I didn't do anything worthy of getting starved! I feel like I haven't eaten all day! Why the hell are you siding with him? You know how awful he." I had raised my head to yell at Jon, but was instead met with a steaming plate of chicken, rice, and vegetables. Aside from the horns poking up out of his hair, Jon's kind of a telekinetic; he snaps his fingers, and stuff starts flying around. Apparently, he flew a plate up here when I wasn't looking.
Jon was laughing at me. "If you're gonna sit there gaping, you might as well eat!" I poked at it with my fork, then started shoveling it into my mouth. I couldn't swallow fast enough, and ended up choking on half of it anyway while trying to thank Jon. It tasted fantastic!
I was just about finished when I noticed that I was alone. I started to turn around, but was stopped by a pair of giant hands pulling me upwards. "This is getting repetitive," I started to say, but realized that Jon was over by the window. He had the soup bowl and he looked like he was about to dump its contents out the window. But he also looked somehow frightened. Even his horns were shaking a little. Then I glanced up at my captor.
"Shit" I was looking at an enraged face of green and purple. Gerald apparently wasn't too happy with my little escape from punishment. And it looked like I was gonna get it even worse.
a/n: when, oh, when did my story degenerate into a drama? And why?? Maybe all those movies really did affect my brain. Hope it's not too unbearable. I'll try to add a couple plot twists later on! Which reminds me, how many chapters do you guys want? I gotta plan out what goes when.
Meanwhile, it seems I have grown addicted to my review highs. And you can help, too! No needles, pills or powder needed, just click the little blue box!
