Disclaimer. I don't own anything, blah blah blahdy blah... Oh, except my
OC, whatever his name is...
(A/n) Sorry I haven't posted on this for a while. I've been on holiday, or, as you say in America, a "Vacation".
Siren Fae: Sorry, but I can't repost you my char. The story Have A Little Faith seems to have disappeared... God, I'm tired today... God, I'm putting three dots too much...
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David (ah, that's his name.) opened his eyes three hours later to find himself in front of what he thought was a team of superhero wannabes.
"Dude, who're all of you? You look like superhero wannabes..." He said, sleepy and slightly disorientated.
"We," A bald man in front of David gestured to the X-Men "Are the X-Men. Like you, we are all different from other people. Like you, we have special gifts..." Professor Xavier launched into his usual lecture about mutants, which he clearly spent a lot of time rehearsing. However, the newest person to hear it wasn't all that bothered
"Look, I dunno what you're tryin' to sell me, burr I don' wannit." David mixed his words together, as he tried to get up. However, he found himself strapped into his seat. Taking a look around, he realised he was inside something shiny, that looked like some sort of jet.
"Were not trying to sell you anything, David." The professor said calmly.
"How'd you know my na- I mean...What makes you think I'm called that?"
"My gift is telepathy. I can read your thoughts."
"Gift? Who said any thing about gifts? Who's telepathy?" David said loudly, seeming genuinely confused.
"Weren't you listening to a word of my huge lecture on mutants?" The professor looked quite shocked.
"No, not really..."
"I waste half an hour, every day, rehearsing that lecture. And you can't be bothered to listen? IT'S AN OUTRAGE!"
At this sudden outburst, Rogue decided to intervene.
"Ladies, pleas don't fight!" The girl pleaded.
"SHUT UP, ROUGE!" Professor Xavier yelled.
"WHAT? My name is not 'RED'!" Rogue cried.
And with that, she took off her glove and poked Xavier in the eye. He promptly fainted, and went into a coma.
"Dude, a hand." David, who had just been struggling with the seat belt, he sat firmly still, in case Red, as he knew her, poked him in the eye and put him in a coma.
David was also not the only person who had been struggling in their seat. Logan had yet again tied Scott up, and was flying the X-Jet. Jean had thought this irresponsible and cruel, but those views changed when shed been payed to shut Scott up, using her telekinesis (if that's how it's spelt?).
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(A/n) Sorry I haven't posted on this for a while. I've been on holiday, or, as you say in America, a "Vacation".
Siren Fae: Sorry, but I can't repost you my char. The story Have A Little Faith seems to have disappeared... God, I'm tired today... God, I'm putting three dots too much...
_________________________ooh, line_____________________________
David (ah, that's his name.) opened his eyes three hours later to find himself in front of what he thought was a team of superhero wannabes.
"Dude, who're all of you? You look like superhero wannabes..." He said, sleepy and slightly disorientated.
"We," A bald man in front of David gestured to the X-Men "Are the X-Men. Like you, we are all different from other people. Like you, we have special gifts..." Professor Xavier launched into his usual lecture about mutants, which he clearly spent a lot of time rehearsing. However, the newest person to hear it wasn't all that bothered
"Look, I dunno what you're tryin' to sell me, burr I don' wannit." David mixed his words together, as he tried to get up. However, he found himself strapped into his seat. Taking a look around, he realised he was inside something shiny, that looked like some sort of jet.
"Were not trying to sell you anything, David." The professor said calmly.
"How'd you know my na- I mean...What makes you think I'm called that?"
"My gift is telepathy. I can read your thoughts."
"Gift? Who said any thing about gifts? Who's telepathy?" David said loudly, seeming genuinely confused.
"Weren't you listening to a word of my huge lecture on mutants?" The professor looked quite shocked.
"No, not really..."
"I waste half an hour, every day, rehearsing that lecture. And you can't be bothered to listen? IT'S AN OUTRAGE!"
At this sudden outburst, Rogue decided to intervene.
"Ladies, pleas don't fight!" The girl pleaded.
"SHUT UP, ROUGE!" Professor Xavier yelled.
"WHAT? My name is not 'RED'!" Rogue cried.
And with that, she took off her glove and poked Xavier in the eye. He promptly fainted, and went into a coma.
"Dude, a hand." David, who had just been struggling with the seat belt, he sat firmly still, in case Red, as he knew her, poked him in the eye and put him in a coma.
David was also not the only person who had been struggling in their seat. Logan had yet again tied Scott up, and was flying the X-Jet. Jean had thought this irresponsible and cruel, but those views changed when shed been payed to shut Scott up, using her telekinesis (if that's how it's spelt?).
__________________________Dude, line____________________________
How was that, then? REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
PRESS HERE, SUBMIT YOUR REVIEV TODAY!