Hello to all of you Americans
Hello to all of you Americans! I came into dilemma when I tried to make up a name for the original character in my story. It seems that most Americans think Yuri sounds better than Boris, Vaclav, or even Vladislav, which means power of god. This is reason for my penname. My real name cannot be said. But at least I have a 'cool' penname in some people's eyes. And please don't give reviews with cr@p about this creepy spoon-bending guy named URI (yes I know it's pronounced the same way)! He is not even from Russia. This is totally different! That being said, I would like to point out that this is my first fanfic. I do appreciate flames, but none too hot. Oh yea, one last thing to mention. I LOATH Tabitha and Evan! If you do like them, I suggest you read some of ParkerFloyd's stories. Enough dribble. On with the disclaimer!
I don't own x-men evo. This fact makes me very sad.
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Hello to all of you Americans
The Poor, Poor Mugger
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It was a cold night in Moscow, Russia. Just like any other night. It was also quiet. The only two entities that disturbed the quiet were a mother and young daughter, probably around six or seven.
The ghettos of Moscow frightened the young girl, but she found comfort in being with her mother. They had just returned from a shopping trip for the little girl. The mother had always wanted her baby to look nice, even though she had little money to pay for it.
They were nearing an almost never used intersection when a vagabond wearing tattered clothes jumped out from behind a staircase leading up to cockroach- infested apartment.
He looked to be about thirty and had a gaze that could strike fear into even the most hard-boiled Cossacks.
He pointed a gun to the woman's head and demanded that she hand over all of the money in her already light purse. The woman, fearing for the life her young child, reluctantly did as she was told.
Then the mugger noticed a bright blue glow on top of one of the buildings. It seemed to be crackling. It had long snakes of what looked to be blue electricity.
Suddenly, the sky was turned blacker and cloudier than normal on the lonely little street in Moscow, Russia.
It grew dark and angry.
The hairs on the mugger's neck stood up. He felt chilled to the bone, which was pretty unusual for anybody who grew up on the streets of Moscow.
Then he heard an ominous voice say " ïîêèäàòü èì îäèíîêèé!"*.
The sky, as was the street, was instantly lit up with lightning. The man was reduced to nothing more than a pile of smoldering ashes.
The woman and child, however, remained unharmed. Then everything was silent again.
There was absolutely no noise.
If possible, there was less noise than before the unfortunate mugger had come upon the woman.
The freak electrical storm had stopped just as suddenly as it had begun. The only items on the lonely little street in Moscow, Russia were the woman's purse and a small metallic object shaped somewhat like a spoon. The woman, curious, picked it up and turned it over. On the opposite side there was a name engraved. 'YURI'
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On the other side of the world, in a small room behind a bookcase in 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters' Bayville, New York, a giant computer flickered to life.
An automated female voice said " Discovery. Mutant signature. Second detection in this vicinity. Extrapolation Complete. Identity confirmed. Name: Yuri Vladislav. Residence: Moscow, Russia. Age: 16".
An old man in a wheelchair said to his comrade, a big burly man who looked as though he had seen his share of violence, " Wolverine, prepare the X- Jet. Were going to Moscow."
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Well, what did you think? Please tell me with that little button down there that says 'submit review'. I would sure like to hear from you. Suggestions welcome.
Hello to all of you Americans! I came into dilemma when I tried to make up a name for the original character in my story. It seems that most Americans think Yuri sounds better than Boris, Vaclav, or even Vladislav, which means power of god. This is reason for my penname. My real name cannot be said. But at least I have a 'cool' penname in some people's eyes. And please don't give reviews with cr@p about this creepy spoon-bending guy named URI (yes I know it's pronounced the same way)! He is not even from Russia. This is totally different! That being said, I would like to point out that this is my first fanfic. I do appreciate flames, but none too hot. Oh yea, one last thing to mention. I LOATH Tabitha and Evan! If you do like them, I suggest you read some of ParkerFloyd's stories. Enough dribble. On with the disclaimer!
I don't own x-men evo. This fact makes me very sad.
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Hello to all of you Americans
The Poor, Poor Mugger
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It was a cold night in Moscow, Russia. Just like any other night. It was also quiet. The only two entities that disturbed the quiet were a mother and young daughter, probably around six or seven.
The ghettos of Moscow frightened the young girl, but she found comfort in being with her mother. They had just returned from a shopping trip for the little girl. The mother had always wanted her baby to look nice, even though she had little money to pay for it.
They were nearing an almost never used intersection when a vagabond wearing tattered clothes jumped out from behind a staircase leading up to cockroach- infested apartment.
He looked to be about thirty and had a gaze that could strike fear into even the most hard-boiled Cossacks.
He pointed a gun to the woman's head and demanded that she hand over all of the money in her already light purse. The woman, fearing for the life her young child, reluctantly did as she was told.
Then the mugger noticed a bright blue glow on top of one of the buildings. It seemed to be crackling. It had long snakes of what looked to be blue electricity.
Suddenly, the sky was turned blacker and cloudier than normal on the lonely little street in Moscow, Russia.
It grew dark and angry.
The hairs on the mugger's neck stood up. He felt chilled to the bone, which was pretty unusual for anybody who grew up on the streets of Moscow.
Then he heard an ominous voice say " ïîêèäàòü èì îäèíîêèé!"*.
The sky, as was the street, was instantly lit up with lightning. The man was reduced to nothing more than a pile of smoldering ashes.
The woman and child, however, remained unharmed. Then everything was silent again.
There was absolutely no noise.
If possible, there was less noise than before the unfortunate mugger had come upon the woman.
The freak electrical storm had stopped just as suddenly as it had begun. The only items on the lonely little street in Moscow, Russia were the woman's purse and a small metallic object shaped somewhat like a spoon. The woman, curious, picked it up and turned it over. On the opposite side there was a name engraved. 'YURI'
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
On the other side of the world, in a small room behind a bookcase in 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters' Bayville, New York, a giant computer flickered to life.
An automated female voice said " Discovery. Mutant signature. Second detection in this vicinity. Extrapolation Complete. Identity confirmed. Name: Yuri Vladislav. Residence: Moscow, Russia. Age: 16".
An old man in a wheelchair said to his comrade, a big burly man who looked as though he had seen his share of violence, " Wolverine, prepare the X- Jet. Were going to Moscow."
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Well, what did you think? Please tell me with that little button down there that says 'submit review'. I would sure like to hear from you. Suggestions welcome.