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Marvel.
Kitty Pryde sat in the back of her parents' car, enjoying the pop sounds of *NSYNC through her CD player. She had her brown hair down, letting it fall about four inches past her shoulders. She'd decided against her usual ponytail, since she was on vacation. Her different style made her feel rambunctious and wild. She was covered with a loose yellow yank top, and white shorts with yellow lining. Beneath was a pale pink, one-piece bathing suit. Her father drove the lunar mist metallic Toyota Avalon down the highway, swaying his head to Tom Jones. Her mother was combing her curly brown hair, staring out at the passing trees.
Kitty picked up her gray laptop, which had been sitting next to her, in between the occupied seat next to her. Her only cousin, Sam, a tan seven year old, was reading a thriller book. She cracked it open, and went to a blank document. Immediately, Sam reached across, and slammed it closed.
"Sam!" Kitty exclaimed, grabbing his book, and throwing to the car floor. Sam reached down, his eyes round.
"Sarah was just about to be hung!" he snapped, picking up the book, and skimming around. "I lost my page!" He closed the book, and chucked it at Kitty, grinning. It sailed through her arm, and a thud announced that it was by the door. "You can't use your powers like that."
Kitty smiled mischievously, and opening her laptop once more, throwing Sam his book back. Her powers had been revealed only two years ago, when she was sleeping. She had awoken in her basement, but had drifted to sleep two floors up, in her bed. She could phase through anything. She was relieved that she had the power. Only days later on television had the news showed a picture of a mutant with blue fur and a tail. She figured she was lucky with her mutation.
"We're here, kids," Mr. Pryde said, breaking Kitty's train of thought. Sam perked up in his seat, craning his neck to look around. At the moment, teens were walking along the sidewalk, bookbags on their shoulders.
"School's just let out in Long Island," Mrs. Pryde announced, and began to direct her husband to their hotel. Kitty looked out the window at all the teens. Several of the guys were only wearing white beaters, as the temperature was at least eighty degrees. She saw a group of blonde-headed cheerleaders stalking a couple, who seemed to be arguing. As if on cue, the girl of the couple stopped, and the guy continued to walk, turning around seconds later. A bent pole dropped a sharp sign, and it split the cheerleaders group apart, all of them jumping back in alarm.
Kitty winced. She glanced at the boy again. He was already running down the street. The car followed him, and he kept glancing back. All the windows were tinted, so it looked suspicious. Kitty wished she could warn him that he wasn't being followed. He looked pretty shaken.
"Okay," Mr. Pryde said. "I think it's right down at the end of this street…"
"No, honey, that's a retirement home," Mrs. Pryde countered, glaring down the road.
"That is the resort," Sam said, leaning between the front two seats to let his opinion be heard. Kitty glanced at them all, and quickly jammed her finger on a button. The window slowly slid down.
The teen simultaneously turned, and saw the window lowering. He stopped, and stared. Kitty leaned out the window a little, looking nervous. "We aren't following you," she shouted to him, and flashed a smile. The boy stared at her in surprise, but Kitty noticed that his frown was becoming a friendly grin. Kitty quickly leaned back into the car, and looked at her father as he pulled into a parking lot. "Are we there?" she sighed.
"Yes, yes," he answered, parking right in front, and getting out, along with his family. "Luggage!" he said, and popped the trunk, exposing four duffel bags.
"Can you take mine, honey?" asked Mrs. Pryde. "I have to go check in" She walked away, toward a tiny building next to the car. Mr. Pryde grabbed two bags, and held them dramatically.
Sam grabbed his bag, and Kitty looked back at the boy. He was just turning a corner, and getting a key from his pocket. He entered his two-story home, with a glance at Kitty, and closed the door.
"You like him!" Sam exclaimed. He had been watching his cousin spy the other teenager. Kitty glanced at him in shock, and smacked his book from his hand. As he picked it up, Kitty turned to see the boy peeking from upstairs, spying on her now.
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Emma drove her crystal white Lexus SC 430 down a loud Long Island street. She'd bullied Xavier into it, saying she couldn't go to work if she partnered with Logan and his dark blue Doge pickup truck. He gave in with time, and she had been driving the car that night.
She was currently tailing Xavier and Ororo, who were in a gray Mercedes. They had immediately left for Long Island in the X-Jet, taking the cars along in a separate hangar, and landed on a cliff, driving to their destination. Bored, Emma reached beside her dashboard, and flicked a switch. The hardtop sunroof raised into the air, the trunk opening simultaneously. Within twenty-five seconds, she had the sun brightening her mood.
Emma began to look around for any sign of black hair. She drove on for ten minutes before a girl caught her attention. She was sitting on a curb in front of a line of houses. Her facial expression showed that she was depressed. Emma hurriedly reached to her dashboard again, and pushed down on a dialog button. "I found her," she said clearly. Ororo and Xavier had taken a different route to broaden their search. "She's on Mason Street, near Westgate Resorts. Does anyone copy?"
Xavier's voice crackled back instantly. "Excellent, Emma. We'll be there as soon as possible." Emma released the button, and pulled up next to the girl, tapping her horn. The teen looked up in surprise, and Emma waved, smiling.
"Do you know me?" Emma asked. She thought for seconds as to what the girl's name was.
"No," she said slowly, standing up, and brushing off her jeans. "Who are you?"
"My mom asked me to pick you up," Emma lied. "You're – " Emma paused, and remembered. "You're Lorna, Lorna Dane, right?"
"Yeah," Lorna said, smiling slightly. "Are you a friend of hers?"
"We work together," Emma lied once more. "She had to work late, and knew you were – "
"Locked out?" she snapped, and frowned a little. Emma hadn't known, but was thankful of the mutant's interruption. The telepath just nodded, and motioned her in. Lorna entered without hesitation. "So, where are you taking me, lady?"
"To the job, of course," Emma responded, and reached between the car seat and the door. An earpiece was strapped there. She quickly snatched it up, and stuck it into her left ear.
"How'd you get a car like this?" Lorna questioned, running her hand over the gray leather seats. "The pay isn't this good, is it?"
"Well, I'm practically a top executive there," said Emma, fumbling with the volume knob on the earpiece. She turned it up to a moderate level, and muttered, "She's in my car."
"What?" Emma glanced at Lorna, who was staring at her. She smiled meekly.
"Nothing. So, do you know a faster route there? The way I take is like an hour long."
"Uh...well, you can go through the back trail to skip traffic," Lorna informed. "It goes under the expressway."
Emma took a sharp right, and drove forward, coming onto a path with tall trees lining a dirt road. It was quiet now, with the absence of teenagers and tourists. Emma absentmindedly reached to turn up the radio, and a boy band was soon blasting into the forest.
Lorna was humming to the song dramatically, doing little hand motions to the song. Emma was too, but was drawn away when Lorna suddenly screamed. On the hood of her car, as Emma just noticed, crouched a tall, muscular man with long, dark blonde hair and a brown trench coat. He grinned wildly, and swiped Lorna from the car in one swift movement. He pounced behind the car, and took off in a quick run.
Emma sped up, and then turned sharply in a three hundred sixty degree angle. She slammed her foot on the gas petal, and was quickly behind Sabretooth. He was on a motorcycle, and Lorna was already unconscious, limp in his lap.
"I need backup!" Emma screamed, pushing the dialog button once more.
"Where are you?" questioned a new voice. It was Logan.
"I have no idea!" she screamed over the roar of the car's engine. "Track me down, Logan!"
"I've got your coordinates," came Xavier. "I'm sending them to your bike, Logan." Emma drove faster, and emerged from the forest, back on the street. She spotted the Mercedes coming down Mason Street, to her left. Behind it was Logan's motorcycle, Logan aboard it. He had on his regular blue jean jacket, blue jeans, and t-shirt. He must have just gotten a buzz cut, Emma thought suddenly, as she'd seen him briefly before she left, and he had his hair down to his shoulders. He sped past Xavier and Ororo, and pulled up behind Sabretooth, racing behind him. Emma came up from behind, and the Mercedes sped after them from the back.
Wee! This is fun ^_^
Kitty Pryde sat in the back of her parents' car, enjoying the pop sounds of *NSYNC through her CD player. She had her brown hair down, letting it fall about four inches past her shoulders. She'd decided against her usual ponytail, since she was on vacation. Her different style made her feel rambunctious and wild. She was covered with a loose yellow yank top, and white shorts with yellow lining. Beneath was a pale pink, one-piece bathing suit. Her father drove the lunar mist metallic Toyota Avalon down the highway, swaying his head to Tom Jones. Her mother was combing her curly brown hair, staring out at the passing trees.
Kitty picked up her gray laptop, which had been sitting next to her, in between the occupied seat next to her. Her only cousin, Sam, a tan seven year old, was reading a thriller book. She cracked it open, and went to a blank document. Immediately, Sam reached across, and slammed it closed.
"Sam!" Kitty exclaimed, grabbing his book, and throwing to the car floor. Sam reached down, his eyes round.
"Sarah was just about to be hung!" he snapped, picking up the book, and skimming around. "I lost my page!" He closed the book, and chucked it at Kitty, grinning. It sailed through her arm, and a thud announced that it was by the door. "You can't use your powers like that."
Kitty smiled mischievously, and opening her laptop once more, throwing Sam his book back. Her powers had been revealed only two years ago, when she was sleeping. She had awoken in her basement, but had drifted to sleep two floors up, in her bed. She could phase through anything. She was relieved that she had the power. Only days later on television had the news showed a picture of a mutant with blue fur and a tail. She figured she was lucky with her mutation.
"We're here, kids," Mr. Pryde said, breaking Kitty's train of thought. Sam perked up in his seat, craning his neck to look around. At the moment, teens were walking along the sidewalk, bookbags on their shoulders.
"School's just let out in Long Island," Mrs. Pryde announced, and began to direct her husband to their hotel. Kitty looked out the window at all the teens. Several of the guys were only wearing white beaters, as the temperature was at least eighty degrees. She saw a group of blonde-headed cheerleaders stalking a couple, who seemed to be arguing. As if on cue, the girl of the couple stopped, and the guy continued to walk, turning around seconds later. A bent pole dropped a sharp sign, and it split the cheerleaders group apart, all of them jumping back in alarm.
Kitty winced. She glanced at the boy again. He was already running down the street. The car followed him, and he kept glancing back. All the windows were tinted, so it looked suspicious. Kitty wished she could warn him that he wasn't being followed. He looked pretty shaken.
"Okay," Mr. Pryde said. "I think it's right down at the end of this street…"
"No, honey, that's a retirement home," Mrs. Pryde countered, glaring down the road.
"That is the resort," Sam said, leaning between the front two seats to let his opinion be heard. Kitty glanced at them all, and quickly jammed her finger on a button. The window slowly slid down.
The teen simultaneously turned, and saw the window lowering. He stopped, and stared. Kitty leaned out the window a little, looking nervous. "We aren't following you," she shouted to him, and flashed a smile. The boy stared at her in surprise, but Kitty noticed that his frown was becoming a friendly grin. Kitty quickly leaned back into the car, and looked at her father as he pulled into a parking lot. "Are we there?" she sighed.
"Yes, yes," he answered, parking right in front, and getting out, along with his family. "Luggage!" he said, and popped the trunk, exposing four duffel bags.
"Can you take mine, honey?" asked Mrs. Pryde. "I have to go check in" She walked away, toward a tiny building next to the car. Mr. Pryde grabbed two bags, and held them dramatically.
Sam grabbed his bag, and Kitty looked back at the boy. He was just turning a corner, and getting a key from his pocket. He entered his two-story home, with a glance at Kitty, and closed the door.
"You like him!" Sam exclaimed. He had been watching his cousin spy the other teenager. Kitty glanced at him in shock, and smacked his book from his hand. As he picked it up, Kitty turned to see the boy peeking from upstairs, spying on her now.
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Emma drove her crystal white Lexus SC 430 down a loud Long Island street. She'd bullied Xavier into it, saying she couldn't go to work if she partnered with Logan and his dark blue Doge pickup truck. He gave in with time, and she had been driving the car that night.
She was currently tailing Xavier and Ororo, who were in a gray Mercedes. They had immediately left for Long Island in the X-Jet, taking the cars along in a separate hangar, and landed on a cliff, driving to their destination. Bored, Emma reached beside her dashboard, and flicked a switch. The hardtop sunroof raised into the air, the trunk opening simultaneously. Within twenty-five seconds, she had the sun brightening her mood.
Emma began to look around for any sign of black hair. She drove on for ten minutes before a girl caught her attention. She was sitting on a curb in front of a line of houses. Her facial expression showed that she was depressed. Emma hurriedly reached to her dashboard again, and pushed down on a dialog button. "I found her," she said clearly. Ororo and Xavier had taken a different route to broaden their search. "She's on Mason Street, near Westgate Resorts. Does anyone copy?"
Xavier's voice crackled back instantly. "Excellent, Emma. We'll be there as soon as possible." Emma released the button, and pulled up next to the girl, tapping her horn. The teen looked up in surprise, and Emma waved, smiling.
"Do you know me?" Emma asked. She thought for seconds as to what the girl's name was.
"No," she said slowly, standing up, and brushing off her jeans. "Who are you?"
"My mom asked me to pick you up," Emma lied. "You're – " Emma paused, and remembered. "You're Lorna, Lorna Dane, right?"
"Yeah," Lorna said, smiling slightly. "Are you a friend of hers?"
"We work together," Emma lied once more. "She had to work late, and knew you were – "
"Locked out?" she snapped, and frowned a little. Emma hadn't known, but was thankful of the mutant's interruption. The telepath just nodded, and motioned her in. Lorna entered without hesitation. "So, where are you taking me, lady?"
"To the job, of course," Emma responded, and reached between the car seat and the door. An earpiece was strapped there. She quickly snatched it up, and stuck it into her left ear.
"How'd you get a car like this?" Lorna questioned, running her hand over the gray leather seats. "The pay isn't this good, is it?"
"Well, I'm practically a top executive there," said Emma, fumbling with the volume knob on the earpiece. She turned it up to a moderate level, and muttered, "She's in my car."
"What?" Emma glanced at Lorna, who was staring at her. She smiled meekly.
"Nothing. So, do you know a faster route there? The way I take is like an hour long."
"Uh...well, you can go through the back trail to skip traffic," Lorna informed. "It goes under the expressway."
Emma took a sharp right, and drove forward, coming onto a path with tall trees lining a dirt road. It was quiet now, with the absence of teenagers and tourists. Emma absentmindedly reached to turn up the radio, and a boy band was soon blasting into the forest.
Lorna was humming to the song dramatically, doing little hand motions to the song. Emma was too, but was drawn away when Lorna suddenly screamed. On the hood of her car, as Emma just noticed, crouched a tall, muscular man with long, dark blonde hair and a brown trench coat. He grinned wildly, and swiped Lorna from the car in one swift movement. He pounced behind the car, and took off in a quick run.
Emma sped up, and then turned sharply in a three hundred sixty degree angle. She slammed her foot on the gas petal, and was quickly behind Sabretooth. He was on a motorcycle, and Lorna was already unconscious, limp in his lap.
"I need backup!" Emma screamed, pushing the dialog button once more.
"Where are you?" questioned a new voice. It was Logan.
"I have no idea!" she screamed over the roar of the car's engine. "Track me down, Logan!"
"I've got your coordinates," came Xavier. "I'm sending them to your bike, Logan." Emma drove faster, and emerged from the forest, back on the street. She spotted the Mercedes coming down Mason Street, to her left. Behind it was Logan's motorcycle, Logan aboard it. He had on his regular blue jean jacket, blue jeans, and t-shirt. He must have just gotten a buzz cut, Emma thought suddenly, as she'd seen him briefly before she left, and he had his hair down to his shoulders. He sped past Xavier and Ororo, and pulled up behind Sabretooth, racing behind him. Emma came up from behind, and the Mercedes sped after them from the back.
Wee! This is fun ^_^