I sat at the traffic light, looking at the map. I had bought the thing yesterday, wanting a new, up-to-date map of the area. I looked up at the street sign, and sighed. At least another mile to go before the turn. And three more stoplights that didn't seem to know when to turn green.
It finally turned, and I roared ahead of the car to my right, a little sports car with acceleration like shit. I grinned, as the road narrowed to one lane, and the sports car was forced to come in behind me. Not that he wouldn't have run up the shoulder, I'm sure, except there wasn't a shoulder to run up. I fiddled with the stereo, not used to the area, and found a station to my liking.
I nodded at my speakers began blaring out Metcllica, S&M, if I wasn't wrong. "Master of puppetz, pulling the strings, yeah.." I sang along with it, knowing the lyrics by heart. I looked up again, and slammed on the brakes. The light had turned yellow, then red, just before the point of know return in this damned car, where I would have had to go on across, despite the light.
I growled, pissed, and turned up the volume on the stereo, waiting for the light to change. When it did, I shoved the accelerator to the floor, getting up to 60 in a matter of seconds. Don't ask me how many, I forget. But anyway. The next light was red.
"LOKI!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The damned Norse godling was trying to make my life hell! Every blinkin' light from here to home had been red. Most of them turning red as I came up to them. was going to kill that little upstart prick if I got my hands on his immortal hide!
The next light was better, green, and I made the left hand turn on the road, looking at the sign to make sure I had the right street. I followed it, being mindful of the speed limit for once, and saw something I hadn't expected to see. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
"Miet!" A startled squeak came from my throat. It couldn't be! Could it? I grinned, and decided to find out. I drove up to the gates, studying the security system. The gate opened for me, and I frowned. Should it have done that? Or were they expecting me? Or what?
I shrugged, and drove up the driveway, admiring the mansion as it came into view. No gawking, not for me. That isn't my style. I parked the car, getting out. This was so cool! I went up to the door, and it opened to reveal the woman who I'd seen the day before at the store. Jean, not the scaly woman.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah. This Xavier's school?"
"Yes."
I grinned to myself. "Can I come in?" I didn't want to stand out here on the porch, however nice it might be. Not in the middle of blinking November!
She blushed, and stood aside, ushering me in. It was nice and warm inside, my toes had been starting to feel like little ice-cubes out there. I followed her into an office, where a bald man sat behind a desk. Xavier, of course. I grinned again, this time outside. "Hey, Chuck."
He looked startled, and slightly annoyed. "Please, don't call me that."
I chuckled. "Whatever, cue ball." I was going to have fun! And I had thought they only existed in comics, and my imagination! OK, and many other people's imagination.
Hey, it only took me thirty seconds to get tossed out of his office, after they told me why I was here. I was not amused, to say the least, and made that abundently clear. He was less then amused with my choice of language. Apparently they don't approve of any curse words, especially my favorites.
I followed Jean upstairs, where they had a room ready for me. Even had a real computer, a Mac. I'm sorry to PC fans, but I kill those things, and fast. Macs are the only computers with the ability to resist my magnetic personality. I took the zips out of the pocket in my leather jacket, and sat down in front of it, turning the thing on.
Grinning evily, I got on the net, and found my favorite web site. It existed here too. I got an account, and logged on, uploading a number of stories, and sat back, waiting to see what would happen.
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Author's Note: If you want more of the adventures, you're going to have to review... and also wait. I have classes, so things might not get up as fast as I like.