The X-Men aren't mine! *Uses telepathic powers to make you stop thinking
that*
Er.and I also apologize to Mel Brooks and the writers of Spaceballs.don't ask, the keen reader will pick it up.
A/N: So.it's taken me what? 6 months to write another chapter to this thing? Well.you could say that chapter 7 was the next chapter.but I've had that thing written for months and have just been too dang lazy to upload it. Silly me, huh?
A flash of red was all that could be seen as the convertible raced down the street. A.J. lifted herself higher in her seat so she could better feel the cool wind wildly blow her hair back. It was times like this when she truly appreciated her powers. While this wasn't flying, she still felt the same kind freedom. Ziska glanced up at her and laughed.
"You know, that's a good way to catch bugs in your teeth."
"Well," A.J. sat back down in her seat. "I can change into a bat. Bats find bugs to be very tasty."
"That's disgusting." Ziska stuck out her tongue and shook her head.
"What are you talking about? You're half Shi'ar! That alien race is descended from birds for cryin' out loud. Haven't you ever heard, 'Early bird catches the worm?'"
"Yeah, well I'm also human and maybe I don't feel like eating a worm." Ziska laughed and pulled the car into a parking lot. A.J. got out slowly.
"A bar, huh?"
"Yeah.I figured we could cause some trouble." Ziska closed her eyes and slowly, her body began to change. She grew a couple more inches and her hair grew out into feathers. Her hairstyle looked more like a headdress than long, wispy locks. The traditional Shi'ar markings under her eyes also formed. A.J. smiled.
"Now you're talkin'."
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The inside of the bar was dark and musty. Loud music was playing from somewhere in the back, but no one was dancing. The bartender was fat and bald, and silently wiped a mug with a dirty rag. He scowled as A.J. and Ziska walked in, and spit on the floor. Ziska ignored the surly bartender, and scanned the room for possible troublemakers. Some bikers were standing by a pool table, eyeing both women. Ziska didn't have the pleasure of her telepathy in her Shi'ar form, but assumed just from their body language what they were thinking. The only man that seemed out of place was an older man, in a dirty black trench coat. He stood up from his place at the bar and left without ever paying the bartender. The fat man didn't even seem to notice.
Ziska shrugged this off, and walked confidently inside. A.J. was close behind her, and they both sat down at a table. There were bloodstains along the top, and the wood was chipped all around the edge. This bar had obviously seen its share of fights.
"So danger-girl.how long do you think it's going to take for one of those lovely Romeos to come over here and ask us to dinner?" A.J. grinned and her eyes flashed mischievously.
Ziska tipped her chair back and glanced at the bikers, then at A.J. She held up her hand and silently counted down.5.4.3.2.
"Hi there, sweet heart." One of the larger bikers had slithered over to the girls' table. Ziska suddenly stood up and slammed her palms on the table.
"Sweet heart?!" She spoke softly, but in threatening tones.
A.J. leaned back in her seat. "Uh oh."
The biker looked shocked only for a moment, and then quickly regained his composure. "You've got some fire in ya lady. I like that in a gal." He glanced at A.J. "Your friend doesn't look half bad either. Tell ya what.how about the two of you come back with me an' the gang." The biker's friends started to come over. Ziska grinned and sauntered over to the large biker. Her added height made her a good few inches taller than the biker. His friends snickered. A.J. stood up as well. Ziska gently brought her hand up and brushed the biker's cheek. His nostrils flared and his eyes grew wide. His friends started no snicker even more.
"You know killer," Ziska spoke very softly. "You're not half-bad."
The biker began to smile. His face quickly contorted into pain as Ziska brought her knee up as hard as she could against the biker's groin. He dropped to the floor and curled into a fetal position, nearly in tears. Ziska looked down at him in disgust.
"You're all bad."
"Oh yeah," A.J. rolled her eyes. "That wasn't cliché."
The group of bikers had finally realized what had just happened, and were becoming very angry. They all started yelling to each other, and slowly coming towards Ziska and A.J.
"What the fuck was that?"
"We can't let them do that to Bud!"
"We'll show those bitches."
".slit their throats."
Ziska backed up and stood next to A.J. She touched A.J.'s arm, and the smaller woman nodded. She morphed her arms into a gorilla's and lifted up the table between them and the bikers'. She tossed it with her added strength and all the bikers were sent flying back from the force of the hit.
There was a collective groan as the bikers tried to get out from underneath the splintered wood. The next sound they heard was the cocking of a double- barreled shotgun.
"Get the fuck out of my bar," the bartender aimed the shotgun directly at the women.
The two glanced at each other and immediately ducked down behind more tables. The gun went off, but clearly missed them. Ziska tossed a chair towards the bar. Another angered biker shared A.J.'s hiding spot, and she immediately had to defend herself. He waved a switchblade tauntingly in the air. She smiled, and then roundhouse kicked the knife out of his hand. The biker clutched his hand in pain and crouched down on the floor. A.J. smiled to herself, then turned around just in time to be punched in the jaw. The large biker had gathered up his pride and joined in the fight again. He grabbed A.J. roughly by the shoulders and threw her across the room. She landed hard on a table, snapping it in two.
By now, every one in the bar had either joined the fight, or ran out the door. Ziska kicked another man in the jaw, and stopped to listen as he dropped to the floor. Police sirens could be heard in the distance. She cursed to herself and scanned the room for A.J. She found her slowly getting up from a broken table. Ziska ran over to her.
"A.J., we gotta split. The cops are going to be her any minute now."
"Yeah.yeah.alright." A.J. nodded her head weakly.
A look of concern passed Ziska's face. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" A.J. growled.
Ziska just nodded and helped her friend out the door. They hopped into their car and sped out of the parking lot just as flashing red lights appeared down the street.
Er.and I also apologize to Mel Brooks and the writers of Spaceballs.don't ask, the keen reader will pick it up.
A/N: So.it's taken me what? 6 months to write another chapter to this thing? Well.you could say that chapter 7 was the next chapter.but I've had that thing written for months and have just been too dang lazy to upload it. Silly me, huh?
A flash of red was all that could be seen as the convertible raced down the street. A.J. lifted herself higher in her seat so she could better feel the cool wind wildly blow her hair back. It was times like this when she truly appreciated her powers. While this wasn't flying, she still felt the same kind freedom. Ziska glanced up at her and laughed.
"You know, that's a good way to catch bugs in your teeth."
"Well," A.J. sat back down in her seat. "I can change into a bat. Bats find bugs to be very tasty."
"That's disgusting." Ziska stuck out her tongue and shook her head.
"What are you talking about? You're half Shi'ar! That alien race is descended from birds for cryin' out loud. Haven't you ever heard, 'Early bird catches the worm?'"
"Yeah, well I'm also human and maybe I don't feel like eating a worm." Ziska laughed and pulled the car into a parking lot. A.J. got out slowly.
"A bar, huh?"
"Yeah.I figured we could cause some trouble." Ziska closed her eyes and slowly, her body began to change. She grew a couple more inches and her hair grew out into feathers. Her hairstyle looked more like a headdress than long, wispy locks. The traditional Shi'ar markings under her eyes also formed. A.J. smiled.
"Now you're talkin'."
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The inside of the bar was dark and musty. Loud music was playing from somewhere in the back, but no one was dancing. The bartender was fat and bald, and silently wiped a mug with a dirty rag. He scowled as A.J. and Ziska walked in, and spit on the floor. Ziska ignored the surly bartender, and scanned the room for possible troublemakers. Some bikers were standing by a pool table, eyeing both women. Ziska didn't have the pleasure of her telepathy in her Shi'ar form, but assumed just from their body language what they were thinking. The only man that seemed out of place was an older man, in a dirty black trench coat. He stood up from his place at the bar and left without ever paying the bartender. The fat man didn't even seem to notice.
Ziska shrugged this off, and walked confidently inside. A.J. was close behind her, and they both sat down at a table. There were bloodstains along the top, and the wood was chipped all around the edge. This bar had obviously seen its share of fights.
"So danger-girl.how long do you think it's going to take for one of those lovely Romeos to come over here and ask us to dinner?" A.J. grinned and her eyes flashed mischievously.
Ziska tipped her chair back and glanced at the bikers, then at A.J. She held up her hand and silently counted down.5.4.3.2.
"Hi there, sweet heart." One of the larger bikers had slithered over to the girls' table. Ziska suddenly stood up and slammed her palms on the table.
"Sweet heart?!" She spoke softly, but in threatening tones.
A.J. leaned back in her seat. "Uh oh."
The biker looked shocked only for a moment, and then quickly regained his composure. "You've got some fire in ya lady. I like that in a gal." He glanced at A.J. "Your friend doesn't look half bad either. Tell ya what.how about the two of you come back with me an' the gang." The biker's friends started to come over. Ziska grinned and sauntered over to the large biker. Her added height made her a good few inches taller than the biker. His friends snickered. A.J. stood up as well. Ziska gently brought her hand up and brushed the biker's cheek. His nostrils flared and his eyes grew wide. His friends started no snicker even more.
"You know killer," Ziska spoke very softly. "You're not half-bad."
The biker began to smile. His face quickly contorted into pain as Ziska brought her knee up as hard as she could against the biker's groin. He dropped to the floor and curled into a fetal position, nearly in tears. Ziska looked down at him in disgust.
"You're all bad."
"Oh yeah," A.J. rolled her eyes. "That wasn't cliché."
The group of bikers had finally realized what had just happened, and were becoming very angry. They all started yelling to each other, and slowly coming towards Ziska and A.J.
"What the fuck was that?"
"We can't let them do that to Bud!"
"We'll show those bitches."
".slit their throats."
Ziska backed up and stood next to A.J. She touched A.J.'s arm, and the smaller woman nodded. She morphed her arms into a gorilla's and lifted up the table between them and the bikers'. She tossed it with her added strength and all the bikers were sent flying back from the force of the hit.
There was a collective groan as the bikers tried to get out from underneath the splintered wood. The next sound they heard was the cocking of a double- barreled shotgun.
"Get the fuck out of my bar," the bartender aimed the shotgun directly at the women.
The two glanced at each other and immediately ducked down behind more tables. The gun went off, but clearly missed them. Ziska tossed a chair towards the bar. Another angered biker shared A.J.'s hiding spot, and she immediately had to defend herself. He waved a switchblade tauntingly in the air. She smiled, and then roundhouse kicked the knife out of his hand. The biker clutched his hand in pain and crouched down on the floor. A.J. smiled to herself, then turned around just in time to be punched in the jaw. The large biker had gathered up his pride and joined in the fight again. He grabbed A.J. roughly by the shoulders and threw her across the room. She landed hard on a table, snapping it in two.
By now, every one in the bar had either joined the fight, or ran out the door. Ziska kicked another man in the jaw, and stopped to listen as he dropped to the floor. Police sirens could be heard in the distance. She cursed to herself and scanned the room for A.J. She found her slowly getting up from a broken table. Ziska ran over to her.
"A.J., we gotta split. The cops are going to be her any minute now."
"Yeah.yeah.alright." A.J. nodded her head weakly.
A look of concern passed Ziska's face. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" A.J. growled.
Ziska just nodded and helped her friend out the door. They hopped into their car and sped out of the parking lot just as flashing red lights appeared down the street.
