Wow! o.O SO many reviews. I am in shock.
Big stuff planed for this chappie!
My thanks to:
Me and Clay: Yes a key. A key doesn't have to be the metal kind you know.
Heath 999: Yes it would be unpleasant. I would hate it.
Gabi: Thank you.
LEM: No offence, but um I am not dumb enough to turn THIS into a LOTR crossover. I think it's to good. =]
Wishful Thinking: Grrrrrr.. You made fun of me! Naw, I'm just kidding. =] But yeah I feel sorry for my AU Kurt too. As for if she'll escape well she w- NO! YOU ALMOST TRICKED ME! HAHAhahahahahahaaa! I'll never tell! Right. Ignore that.
Ash: I love Kurt too.
That's everyone so far.
Oh and before I forget - In the last chapter I had a * after Bagel. This is what I had ment to put at the bottom of the story:
* I knew about the Bagels. =]
(X)
Melody had unlocked her bracelet two days ago and Larry was leaving the next day. She had been stocking up on food for this time, taking things from the kitchen and such. She had enough food, but had no weapon.
She had to go into the 'master's' bedroom closet for these.
This is why she was now pressed against the house in the shadows waiting for the lights to go out. Then she found she could her a conversation. She went closer.
"That's better, keep the window open." A voice floated out the window. Ahh. So that's why I can hear them. Thought Melody.
"So, you heard news of a raid?" The same voice.
"Yes." This was Larry. "We think they are going to revolt, so we need to decide what to do about it."
"That's simple." This voice was new, and very, very deep. "We just kill them."
"Not all of them!" Larry was appalled.
"No, of course not.. But some..." The man with the deep voice purred.
"But what ones?" Larry seemed to chirp.
"Bring your file over here and we'll decide!" The first man said.
They sat for many hours discussing it, and in the end decided on two slaves. Melody, of course, and a young child named Flute. That's odd. Melody thought, Melody and Flute. We sound like a band.
"Now," Said Larry, "When?"
"Tonight." The first voice.
Melody teleported to the child building.
(X)
Wolverine was going through the files on an old computer, looking for the place that Larry lived. He was not disappointed.
Wolverine printed out the directions to the house off an ancient printer, and got up to leave. This was too easy.
"You there, sir." An old voice came from the shadows. "You wouldn't be a mutie would you?"
"No." Wolverine said curtly.
"Well why did you chose that house?"
"I needed to buy something from him."
"Alright."
Wolverine went out and began to walk over to the community stable, where he had put his horse. Yes, the mighty Wolverine rode horses. He, surprisingly, loved the huge beasts.
He rode for several hours until he came to the front gate of the huge property.
He slipped silently off the animal and sent it off to his home. No, not his home, his house. He had no home.
He carefully went over to the gate and snickt cut the lock out of the gate. The gate swung open silently.
He walked in his stealth mode and suddenly wondered why he was there. He had no attachments to this person, no reason to do this. He was risking his life for no one. A blue mutant. The only reason he could supply himself was she could be related to his friend who had died so long ago.
Wolverine caught her scent on the wind and started to follow it. He then he realized his claws were still out. Snackt in they went.
He then caught a new scent. It was Larry, and he smelled excited. This worried Wolverine. He knew where Melody, although he didn't know her name, should have been kept, but her scent was faint. She hadn't been there all day.
He wondered where she was.
(X)
"Flute" Melody said, her voice slightly horse from lack of use. "Wake up."
"Wha...?" Lute said through her sleep.
"We need to go, now honey." Melody's voice was getting less and less rough.
"Ok." Flute was twelve and just starting to show signs of powers. They had yet to put a bracelet on her.
Flute was also a very observant and intelligent child who knew better than to argue when someone sounded this urgent.
"Flute, babe, we need to go, now. Can you ride a horse?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, grab your things." Flute grabbed a backpack. "Got it? Let's go."
Melody grabbed Flute's hand and teleported her to the stables.
"Flute, pick a horse and tack up." Melody said over her shoulder while running over to a horse herself.
Once they were seated on the horses they rode over to the dog runs where Melody jumped down. In the semi-darkness she was invisible. She ran over and got her favorite dog from her pen, clipped the riding lead on and clipped the rope to her saddle.
Melody and Flute rode off into the darkening dusk.
(X)
Oh.
Did they escape or not?
Hmmm...
To tell you or not.
Buhbye.
Big stuff planed for this chappie!
My thanks to:
Me and Clay: Yes a key. A key doesn't have to be the metal kind you know.
Heath 999: Yes it would be unpleasant. I would hate it.
Gabi: Thank you.
LEM: No offence, but um I am not dumb enough to turn THIS into a LOTR crossover. I think it's to good. =]
Wishful Thinking: Grrrrrr.. You made fun of me! Naw, I'm just kidding. =] But yeah I feel sorry for my AU Kurt too. As for if she'll escape well she w- NO! YOU ALMOST TRICKED ME! HAHAhahahahahahaaa! I'll never tell! Right. Ignore that.
Ash: I love Kurt too.
That's everyone so far.
Oh and before I forget - In the last chapter I had a * after Bagel. This is what I had ment to put at the bottom of the story:
* I knew about the Bagels. =]
(X)
Melody had unlocked her bracelet two days ago and Larry was leaving the next day. She had been stocking up on food for this time, taking things from the kitchen and such. She had enough food, but had no weapon.
She had to go into the 'master's' bedroom closet for these.
This is why she was now pressed against the house in the shadows waiting for the lights to go out. Then she found she could her a conversation. She went closer.
"That's better, keep the window open." A voice floated out the window. Ahh. So that's why I can hear them. Thought Melody.
"So, you heard news of a raid?" The same voice.
"Yes." This was Larry. "We think they are going to revolt, so we need to decide what to do about it."
"That's simple." This voice was new, and very, very deep. "We just kill them."
"Not all of them!" Larry was appalled.
"No, of course not.. But some..." The man with the deep voice purred.
"But what ones?" Larry seemed to chirp.
"Bring your file over here and we'll decide!" The first man said.
They sat for many hours discussing it, and in the end decided on two slaves. Melody, of course, and a young child named Flute. That's odd. Melody thought, Melody and Flute. We sound like a band.
"Now," Said Larry, "When?"
"Tonight." The first voice.
Melody teleported to the child building.
(X)
Wolverine was going through the files on an old computer, looking for the place that Larry lived. He was not disappointed.
Wolverine printed out the directions to the house off an ancient printer, and got up to leave. This was too easy.
"You there, sir." An old voice came from the shadows. "You wouldn't be a mutie would you?"
"No." Wolverine said curtly.
"Well why did you chose that house?"
"I needed to buy something from him."
"Alright."
Wolverine went out and began to walk over to the community stable, where he had put his horse. Yes, the mighty Wolverine rode horses. He, surprisingly, loved the huge beasts.
He rode for several hours until he came to the front gate of the huge property.
He slipped silently off the animal and sent it off to his home. No, not his home, his house. He had no home.
He carefully went over to the gate and snickt cut the lock out of the gate. The gate swung open silently.
He walked in his stealth mode and suddenly wondered why he was there. He had no attachments to this person, no reason to do this. He was risking his life for no one. A blue mutant. The only reason he could supply himself was she could be related to his friend who had died so long ago.
Wolverine caught her scent on the wind and started to follow it. He then he realized his claws were still out. Snackt in they went.
He then caught a new scent. It was Larry, and he smelled excited. This worried Wolverine. He knew where Melody, although he didn't know her name, should have been kept, but her scent was faint. She hadn't been there all day.
He wondered where she was.
(X)
"Flute" Melody said, her voice slightly horse from lack of use. "Wake up."
"Wha...?" Lute said through her sleep.
"We need to go, now honey." Melody's voice was getting less and less rough.
"Ok." Flute was twelve and just starting to show signs of powers. They had yet to put a bracelet on her.
Flute was also a very observant and intelligent child who knew better than to argue when someone sounded this urgent.
"Flute, babe, we need to go, now. Can you ride a horse?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, grab your things." Flute grabbed a backpack. "Got it? Let's go."
Melody grabbed Flute's hand and teleported her to the stables.
"Flute, pick a horse and tack up." Melody said over her shoulder while running over to a horse herself.
Once they were seated on the horses they rode over to the dog runs where Melody jumped down. In the semi-darkness she was invisible. She ran over and got her favorite dog from her pen, clipped the riding lead on and clipped the rope to her saddle.
Melody and Flute rode off into the darkening dusk.
(X)
Oh.
Did they escape or not?
Hmmm...
To tell you or not.
Buhbye.
