Updating, updating! Put down the knife! } Isn't that so old? Oh, who
cares? It's incredibly fun to write. Sorry to leave you hanging,
but...okay I'm NOT sorry, but I'm hardly going to let you know that...oops.
Just start reading before I say something else stupid.
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(Please don't unshift the numbers and plague some poor unlucky fool with calls. I just slammed them out at random)
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Duncan (He's baa-ack!)
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"She's such a priss."
Duncan looked up the batting line. "Who?"
"The Freak."
'Ah, who else? The girl knows how to draw attention, I'll give her that. Ten minutes after she walked away and I've heard about nothing else since.' Anita knelt "on her marks" or in racer's pose. Two other mutants did the same on either side of her, but no one really noticed them.
All eyes had been on the newest "freak" that day. Athletic, smart, and beautiful, she would have been noticed anyway. Hell, a full fledged boyfriend war would have begun. Duncan would have had "dibs" too, but the metal...
'Yes, the metal, Duncan. Get it through your head. It's been, what, six hours and you still have processed...whoa.'
The girls had been tagged and ran. And did they RUN. The onlookers did double takes.
"Girls can run that fast?" a boy in the outfield asked.
Some quickly put it off as powers, but Duncan wasn't sure. Pryde and the Rogue had been notoriously slow runners when they first came to school. It had been a not-so-private joke, especially when the time came to pick teams. As the year went by, however, they had slowly picked up speed and edged towards the top of their class.
He mentally superimposed himself running flat-out the same track as the three teenagers. They left "him" in the dust in less than five seconds.
'They "edged" towards the top, yeah right. They must have blown past the rest sometime last year if not sooner. Oh God, they're picking up speed.'
Duncan was convinced a record was being broken, but he wasn't sure if it was a school or professional time...or the sound barrier. As a whole, the rest of the girls' gym class had regained their voices and cheered their respective runners on. The noise they made was certainly enough to disguise a sonic boom. The entire boys' class watched silently. Duncan sought out the Institute kids among them.
Wagner, the one non-mutant kid, clenched his jaw and looked on coldly.
On the other hand, Summers was the picture of shock, complete with a mouth shaped like a little "O." His live-ins obviously didn't exert themselves around him either.
It was strange to look at the two boys. Duncan had rarely seen Scott with an unclenched jaw and Kurt's face was normally an open book. It was almost as if they had switched bodies. Duncan kicked the thought out of his head. Knowing the weird things that happened up at that mansion, it was entirely possible that was the case.
The girls reached the home stretch. Anita won. It had been no surprise since she the time she lapped the others in warm-up. Her competition was what had blown people's minds. The silver mutant's team still went wild.
'Girls always overreact like that! What's the point?'
Anita smiled for the first time since before school.
'Good point.'
Duncan was so busy studying her as she wandered from her group toward the baseball diamond that he missed when the boy picked up the baseball.
He did see the ball crash into the girl's shoulder and send her to the ground. The whole field grew silent as she lay sprawled over the green. She slowly rose to her feet, and picked up the ball. Anita smiled heartlessly at the boy.
"You dropped this."
The boy cringed as the metal mutant wound up and threw. He shielded his face. The ball landed lightly -harmlessly- at his feet and snickers of laughter erupted around the grounds.
Cheeks flaming, he grabbed the ball again. He pulled his arm back to pitch it into Fahls again. Duncan caught the arm.
"You've had your fun, Luke. Stop before you really get hurt."
He cuffed the ball from Luke's hand. A flash of silver caught his eye and he stared at it dumbly. On the ball there was blood, silver blood.
When Anita stumbled, Duncan was already running for her. She collapsed and he caught her...barely. Her shoulder was a mess and he wiped away some of the metallic blood to see the damage.
"What the..."
Her shoulder had caved in; there was a circular dent in her body. The silver blood filled the crevice again. Some part of Duncan hoped it was her body healing itself, but it was just thick blood that poured out of her. It was like the girl was only a vessel for it and some monster was squeezing it out of her.
The liquid metal on his hands brought him out of his shock. He yelled for the teachers, anyone with a cell phone.
"Someone get an ambulance. She's goin' to bleed to death!" No one moved, except the mutants. Summers reached them first, got one look at the shoulder, and shouted.
"Kurt! We need to get her to the Professor now!" He cut himself off and looked around.
Why was he shouting for Kurt? What could the kid do? Not like it mattered, the teenager was nowhere to be found.
"Kurt!"
Pietro was suddenly with them. "Wagner bailed. Overheard somethin' at lunch. Anita's from the some village in Germany. Kurt freaked when he found out the town's name, and he's been sending these furious looks at her ever since. They obviously have history, D-Day type history."
"What was the town, Quicksilver?"
"Someplace called Riesefuss."
"Shit."
Pietro cocked his head. "What?"
"That's the town where the Wagners pulled Kurt from the river."
"And this matters, why?"
"It's a long story and I don't have time to...Magneto was in the castle upstream."
"Shit."
Duncan had heard enough of the strange conversation. "I don't care about German villages. She's dying!" He placed her in the white haired mutant's arms. "Pedal to the metal and get her to wherever you have to go!"
Maximoff looked down at the girl, and hefted her up. "How far to Xavier's?"
"Twenty miles."
He froze for a second, and then mumbled "I'll be there in 7.96 seconds. Tell Wanda where I am."
"Why? You'll be back in less than a minute."
Quicksilver was already gone.
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I'm going to be forced to slow down the week of 11/3, but I intend to make the projected one or two chapters I post in the school week longer if I can. Anyway, thanks for reading...at all hours of the night. Thirty people read this fic from 11 pm to 1 am on Friday. I know it was Halloween, but I appreciate the insomniac attention anyway...Oh God, its November! I hate November. My family is allergic to turkey and my grandma's famous ginger-snaps so Thanksgiving sucks in the food department. That and it gets really cold. Love snow, hate the cold.
It's always colder when there's no snow verses with snow...ARE YOU INSOMNIACS STILL HERE? GEH WEG. READ SOME REAL FICTION AND LEAVE ME TO MY RAMBLINGS!
Eternity out, Thank You for Reading
"My Phone Number": ! (!#@) *%( - )@#% ...Gotcha
(Please don't unshift the numbers and plague some poor unlucky fool with calls. I just slammed them out at random)
***
Duncan (He's baa-ack!)
***
"She's such a priss."
Duncan looked up the batting line. "Who?"
"The Freak."
'Ah, who else? The girl knows how to draw attention, I'll give her that. Ten minutes after she walked away and I've heard about nothing else since.' Anita knelt "on her marks" or in racer's pose. Two other mutants did the same on either side of her, but no one really noticed them.
All eyes had been on the newest "freak" that day. Athletic, smart, and beautiful, she would have been noticed anyway. Hell, a full fledged boyfriend war would have begun. Duncan would have had "dibs" too, but the metal...
'Yes, the metal, Duncan. Get it through your head. It's been, what, six hours and you still have processed...whoa.'
The girls had been tagged and ran. And did they RUN. The onlookers did double takes.
"Girls can run that fast?" a boy in the outfield asked.
Some quickly put it off as powers, but Duncan wasn't sure. Pryde and the Rogue had been notoriously slow runners when they first came to school. It had been a not-so-private joke, especially when the time came to pick teams. As the year went by, however, they had slowly picked up speed and edged towards the top of their class.
He mentally superimposed himself running flat-out the same track as the three teenagers. They left "him" in the dust in less than five seconds.
'They "edged" towards the top, yeah right. They must have blown past the rest sometime last year if not sooner. Oh God, they're picking up speed.'
Duncan was convinced a record was being broken, but he wasn't sure if it was a school or professional time...or the sound barrier. As a whole, the rest of the girls' gym class had regained their voices and cheered their respective runners on. The noise they made was certainly enough to disguise a sonic boom. The entire boys' class watched silently. Duncan sought out the Institute kids among them.
Wagner, the one non-mutant kid, clenched his jaw and looked on coldly.
On the other hand, Summers was the picture of shock, complete with a mouth shaped like a little "O." His live-ins obviously didn't exert themselves around him either.
It was strange to look at the two boys. Duncan had rarely seen Scott with an unclenched jaw and Kurt's face was normally an open book. It was almost as if they had switched bodies. Duncan kicked the thought out of his head. Knowing the weird things that happened up at that mansion, it was entirely possible that was the case.
The girls reached the home stretch. Anita won. It had been no surprise since she the time she lapped the others in warm-up. Her competition was what had blown people's minds. The silver mutant's team still went wild.
'Girls always overreact like that! What's the point?'
Anita smiled for the first time since before school.
'Good point.'
Duncan was so busy studying her as she wandered from her group toward the baseball diamond that he missed when the boy picked up the baseball.
He did see the ball crash into the girl's shoulder and send her to the ground. The whole field grew silent as she lay sprawled over the green. She slowly rose to her feet, and picked up the ball. Anita smiled heartlessly at the boy.
"You dropped this."
The boy cringed as the metal mutant wound up and threw. He shielded his face. The ball landed lightly -harmlessly- at his feet and snickers of laughter erupted around the grounds.
Cheeks flaming, he grabbed the ball again. He pulled his arm back to pitch it into Fahls again. Duncan caught the arm.
"You've had your fun, Luke. Stop before you really get hurt."
He cuffed the ball from Luke's hand. A flash of silver caught his eye and he stared at it dumbly. On the ball there was blood, silver blood.
When Anita stumbled, Duncan was already running for her. She collapsed and he caught her...barely. Her shoulder was a mess and he wiped away some of the metallic blood to see the damage.
"What the..."
Her shoulder had caved in; there was a circular dent in her body. The silver blood filled the crevice again. Some part of Duncan hoped it was her body healing itself, but it was just thick blood that poured out of her. It was like the girl was only a vessel for it and some monster was squeezing it out of her.
The liquid metal on his hands brought him out of his shock. He yelled for the teachers, anyone with a cell phone.
"Someone get an ambulance. She's goin' to bleed to death!" No one moved, except the mutants. Summers reached them first, got one look at the shoulder, and shouted.
"Kurt! We need to get her to the Professor now!" He cut himself off and looked around.
Why was he shouting for Kurt? What could the kid do? Not like it mattered, the teenager was nowhere to be found.
"Kurt!"
Pietro was suddenly with them. "Wagner bailed. Overheard somethin' at lunch. Anita's from the some village in Germany. Kurt freaked when he found out the town's name, and he's been sending these furious looks at her ever since. They obviously have history, D-Day type history."
"What was the town, Quicksilver?"
"Someplace called Riesefuss."
"Shit."
Pietro cocked his head. "What?"
"That's the town where the Wagners pulled Kurt from the river."
"And this matters, why?"
"It's a long story and I don't have time to...Magneto was in the castle upstream."
"Shit."
Duncan had heard enough of the strange conversation. "I don't care about German villages. She's dying!" He placed her in the white haired mutant's arms. "Pedal to the metal and get her to wherever you have to go!"
Maximoff looked down at the girl, and hefted her up. "How far to Xavier's?"
"Twenty miles."
He froze for a second, and then mumbled "I'll be there in 7.96 seconds. Tell Wanda where I am."
"Why? You'll be back in less than a minute."
Quicksilver was already gone.
***
I'm going to be forced to slow down the week of 11/3, but I intend to make the projected one or two chapters I post in the school week longer if I can. Anyway, thanks for reading...at all hours of the night. Thirty people read this fic from 11 pm to 1 am on Friday. I know it was Halloween, but I appreciate the insomniac attention anyway...Oh God, its November! I hate November. My family is allergic to turkey and my grandma's famous ginger-snaps so Thanksgiving sucks in the food department. That and it gets really cold. Love snow, hate the cold.
It's always colder when there's no snow verses with snow...ARE YOU INSOMNIACS STILL HERE? GEH WEG. READ SOME REAL FICTION AND LEAVE ME TO MY RAMBLINGS!
Eternity out, Thank You for Reading