Here' s chapter 3 then! Thank you all for reviewing!
Disclaimer: I own the disclaimer . . .
Chapter 3: The fourth figure and the note
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" 'Like, Zoinks! Do we have to go in there? Its like, creepsville!' "
"Kurt! Can you turn that damned TV off!"
"But - zis guy speaks like Keety!"
"OFF!"
Suddenly, a red laser beam smashed into the TV.
"There!"
"Scott! You . . . you . . . I hate you!" BAMF
Scott looked at Evan. "Woah," he murmured.
As most people didn't want to be alone tonight, they'd all decided to have girls in Kitty's room, boys in Scott's.
"Man, Scott, that was a bit harsh. Remember, that guy's just lost his sister." Bobby said.
There was an awkward silence.
Meanwhile in the girl's room, it wasn't much better. Kitty was still crying quietly, Jean was trying to comfort her when Kurt bamfed in. He was looking miserable.
"Keety, Jean, can you come with me? I need to see ze Professor."
"Sure, why?" Jean asked, quietly so they didn't disturb the other sleeping girls.
"Just come," Kurt said, and they started off towards the Professor's office. They knocked on the door.
"Come in, you three." The Professor's voice sounded from behind the door. They stepped inside. The professor, Wolverine, Storm, Scott and Evan were already there.
"Kurt, - " began the professor, but at that second, there was a large bang, and the room filled up with pale blue smoke.
"What's going on?" Jean yelled. No one could see anything; the smoke was too thick.
Suddenly a figure stepped out in the mist. It had a long black robe on with a hood that covered its face, and it was holding an envelope.
Wolverine growled, and his claws shot out of his knuckles. He started advancing towards the figure, but the figure didn't move at all.
"Look bub," Wolverine said, pointing his claws at the figures heart, "I don't know what you're doing here, but - "
"But you won't see darling Stripes again if you do that!" the figure said in a cold, female voice.
Everyone gasped.
"Whadda you mean by that, punk?" Wolverine growled fiercely, but the others heard a slight wobble in his usually steady voice.
"I mean that your little Rogue will be no more unless you follow these instructions perfectly!" the figure said, tossing the envelope at Storm, who was standing near. "Get them right, and see your little absorber again. Get them wrong, and we kill her right in front of your eyes. Adios!" There was another loud bang, and the figure was gone.
After a few minutes of shocked silence, Kurt asked feebly, "Vhat does ze letter say, Storm?"
With trembling hands, Storm unfolded the flap of the envelope, took out the letter and began to read,
" X-men,
At the bottom of Ozcas canal,
Will soon lie the body of your southern gal
Follow these instructions, follow them well,
Whether she survives only time will tell.
Storm and Nightcrawler: Go to the Ozcas canal at 2am Wednesday morning. Be waiting on the left-hand side of the kid's pirate ship playground. Have £5,000 (AN: I don't get how to work out dollars & stuff, it seems most of you are from the USA. So I just put pounds, the good ole easy British way! As long as you know it's a lot of dosh, we should be ok) in your possession. Important: Do NOT bring any other X-men with you. We'll know if there is someone there except from you, if that is so you can watch Rogue drown. We will be there. "
This was followed by another silence. Something fell out of the envelope onto the floor. Storm bent down and picked it up, looked at it, then gasped and dropped it again.
"What is it Auntie O?" Evan went over to her, and picked the thing up off the floor. "Oh my . . . look at this everyone."
It was a photo. On it were four figures in black robes stood round a girl with white stripes in her hair, who was tied up, gagged and was sat on the floor. She looked terrified. After everyone had seen it, Kitty asked, "Like, what are we going to do?"
"We will do as they say." The Professor answered calmly.
"I think that if we do this at all, we should do it as a team." Scott said firmly. "After all, we are the X-men."
There was a short moment of muttering about cheesiness, coughs and 'here we go again's from the rest of the team.
"Scott," the Prof. said, suddenly firm, "Do you want Rogue to die?"
Scott was taken aback. "No, of course not Professor, but - "
"Then Storm and Nightcrawler will go alone. You will take the money and rescue Rogue."
"Professor," Evan started.
"Yes Evan?"
"How'd that, erm - whatever-it-was know that Wolverine called Rogue Stripes? He doesn't often go out n public let alone with Rogue, so how'd it know?"
"And Rogue wouldn't have told it!" Kitty exclaimed.
"That figure," Logan said, "smelled very familiar. I thought my senses must be going off, but it smelled like . . ."
"Like who?" Kitty asked.
"Yeah," said Jean, reading his thought, "I sensed it was, but I thought I must be mistaken, it couldn't have been . . . "
"Couldn't have been who?" Evan asked.
"Actually, it was." The Professor said, "My senses are rarely mistaken, and this person was definitely her . . ."
"WHO?!" Kitty, Evan, Scott and Kurt asked in unison.
"It appears that the figure is the same person who attacked Rogue."
"Vell, ja, but who is it?" Kurt interrupted.
"Yes, Kurt, I was getting to that. The person who attacked Rogue is . . . Tabitha."
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Haha! I bet NO ONE thought she would be the bad guy! I know this chapter wasn't as good as the others, but I haven't been on the computer as much coz my big sister Holly's doing her driving test soon and she's practising the theory test on it all the time! Now that you know who the bad guy (well, girl) is please don't stop reading, PLEASE! Review soon and I'll write the next chapter. Ta to everyone who reviewed!
Thunderfox 150
PS Ozcas canal doesn't exist - its named that because this computer's in my other big sister's room and she's called Cassie, and the poster of Ozzy Osbourne I got my mum for Christmas is in here too. Hence, Ozcas canal was born.
Disclaimer: I own the disclaimer . . .
Chapter 3: The fourth figure and the note
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" 'Like, Zoinks! Do we have to go in there? Its like, creepsville!' "
"Kurt! Can you turn that damned TV off!"
"But - zis guy speaks like Keety!"
"OFF!"
Suddenly, a red laser beam smashed into the TV.
"There!"
"Scott! You . . . you . . . I hate you!" BAMF
Scott looked at Evan. "Woah," he murmured.
As most people didn't want to be alone tonight, they'd all decided to have girls in Kitty's room, boys in Scott's.
"Man, Scott, that was a bit harsh. Remember, that guy's just lost his sister." Bobby said.
There was an awkward silence.
Meanwhile in the girl's room, it wasn't much better. Kitty was still crying quietly, Jean was trying to comfort her when Kurt bamfed in. He was looking miserable.
"Keety, Jean, can you come with me? I need to see ze Professor."
"Sure, why?" Jean asked, quietly so they didn't disturb the other sleeping girls.
"Just come," Kurt said, and they started off towards the Professor's office. They knocked on the door.
"Come in, you three." The Professor's voice sounded from behind the door. They stepped inside. The professor, Wolverine, Storm, Scott and Evan were already there.
"Kurt, - " began the professor, but at that second, there was a large bang, and the room filled up with pale blue smoke.
"What's going on?" Jean yelled. No one could see anything; the smoke was too thick.
Suddenly a figure stepped out in the mist. It had a long black robe on with a hood that covered its face, and it was holding an envelope.
Wolverine growled, and his claws shot out of his knuckles. He started advancing towards the figure, but the figure didn't move at all.
"Look bub," Wolverine said, pointing his claws at the figures heart, "I don't know what you're doing here, but - "
"But you won't see darling Stripes again if you do that!" the figure said in a cold, female voice.
Everyone gasped.
"Whadda you mean by that, punk?" Wolverine growled fiercely, but the others heard a slight wobble in his usually steady voice.
"I mean that your little Rogue will be no more unless you follow these instructions perfectly!" the figure said, tossing the envelope at Storm, who was standing near. "Get them right, and see your little absorber again. Get them wrong, and we kill her right in front of your eyes. Adios!" There was another loud bang, and the figure was gone.
After a few minutes of shocked silence, Kurt asked feebly, "Vhat does ze letter say, Storm?"
With trembling hands, Storm unfolded the flap of the envelope, took out the letter and began to read,
" X-men,
At the bottom of Ozcas canal,
Will soon lie the body of your southern gal
Follow these instructions, follow them well,
Whether she survives only time will tell.
Storm and Nightcrawler: Go to the Ozcas canal at 2am Wednesday morning. Be waiting on the left-hand side of the kid's pirate ship playground. Have £5,000 (AN: I don't get how to work out dollars & stuff, it seems most of you are from the USA. So I just put pounds, the good ole easy British way! As long as you know it's a lot of dosh, we should be ok) in your possession. Important: Do NOT bring any other X-men with you. We'll know if there is someone there except from you, if that is so you can watch Rogue drown. We will be there. "
This was followed by another silence. Something fell out of the envelope onto the floor. Storm bent down and picked it up, looked at it, then gasped and dropped it again.
"What is it Auntie O?" Evan went over to her, and picked the thing up off the floor. "Oh my . . . look at this everyone."
It was a photo. On it were four figures in black robes stood round a girl with white stripes in her hair, who was tied up, gagged and was sat on the floor. She looked terrified. After everyone had seen it, Kitty asked, "Like, what are we going to do?"
"We will do as they say." The Professor answered calmly.
"I think that if we do this at all, we should do it as a team." Scott said firmly. "After all, we are the X-men."
There was a short moment of muttering about cheesiness, coughs and 'here we go again's from the rest of the team.
"Scott," the Prof. said, suddenly firm, "Do you want Rogue to die?"
Scott was taken aback. "No, of course not Professor, but - "
"Then Storm and Nightcrawler will go alone. You will take the money and rescue Rogue."
"Professor," Evan started.
"Yes Evan?"
"How'd that, erm - whatever-it-was know that Wolverine called Rogue Stripes? He doesn't often go out n public let alone with Rogue, so how'd it know?"
"And Rogue wouldn't have told it!" Kitty exclaimed.
"That figure," Logan said, "smelled very familiar. I thought my senses must be going off, but it smelled like . . ."
"Like who?" Kitty asked.
"Yeah," said Jean, reading his thought, "I sensed it was, but I thought I must be mistaken, it couldn't have been . . . "
"Couldn't have been who?" Evan asked.
"Actually, it was." The Professor said, "My senses are rarely mistaken, and this person was definitely her . . ."
"WHO?!" Kitty, Evan, Scott and Kurt asked in unison.
"It appears that the figure is the same person who attacked Rogue."
"Vell, ja, but who is it?" Kurt interrupted.
"Yes, Kurt, I was getting to that. The person who attacked Rogue is . . . Tabitha."
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Haha! I bet NO ONE thought she would be the bad guy! I know this chapter wasn't as good as the others, but I haven't been on the computer as much coz my big sister Holly's doing her driving test soon and she's practising the theory test on it all the time! Now that you know who the bad guy (well, girl) is please don't stop reading, PLEASE! Review soon and I'll write the next chapter. Ta to everyone who reviewed!
Thunderfox 150
PS Ozcas canal doesn't exist - its named that because this computer's in my other big sister's room and she's called Cassie, and the poster of Ozzy Osbourne I got my mum for Christmas is in here too. Hence, Ozcas canal was born.