Title : Nowhere Kid
Chapter 22 : Deal With The Devil
Date : December 31, 2003
A/N: ALAS! I finally own X2!!! ^___^ Rejoice! I had it for about a couple weeks now. And I know, now, how Kurt talks! So, yay! Hopefully this'll turn out for the best! Aha! Some more review replies! ^_^
FamilyGuyNut- Mm'kay? Yeah. Thanks. 0_o But, yah, Family Guy is
a cool show. I wouldn't say I'm 'nuts' over it.
Savvy- I'll try my best. I'll, more than likely, keep the tenses
in 3rd Person, unless I need to otherwise. ^_~
RogueVampyr- I got the name 'Kalli' through a search on
BabyNames.com . And, yeah, this actually is a mix between Evo and the movies.
This was before X2, so the only thing I had to go by were...Evo and X1. XP
Dude-of-Monte-Carlo- Cool name, by the way. And I do understand
where you're getting at. But I have to have romances. This is the way I work.
__ I know I'm concentrating more on the romances than anything else. I'll do
better this chapter by working at the REAL plot. Promise!
Ewan- First of all, if you analyze stuff to death, there won't be
anything left. As for Jean, of course she's from New York. DUH! You think I
didn't know that. Where the hell did I say she was from Kentucky? She left
New York to talk to Kalli's principal in Kentucky. I know Gambit has
always spoke in 3rd Person. I slipped up somewhere and I apologized for it. As
for Kalli, I didn't know that males carried the X-gene until I bought X2 (I
hadn't seen it in the theatres). It's too late for me to go back and change
Kalli's powers.
Anyways, there will be some more Emmett scenes. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Marvel characters. Don't sue.
~~~~~~~~~~ * * * * * * * * * * * *~~~~~~~~~~
The food court was as busy as always. People sitting at the tables with their trays of greasy fast food talking to each other or on cell phones, while their bags of purchases sat at their feet. Emmett rubbed his chin, thinking he needed a shave, while he looked around, studying the people's faces as they chattered at tables or just waking by. He narrowed his eyes and grabbed several French fries at a time and crammed them in his mouth. He wiped his hands on his jeans, disregarding the napkins that were laying just next to his fries, and grabbed his cup and drank the remaining Coke. Emmett grabbed his tray and was about to get up to discard of it, when a man approached him. Emmett cocked an eyebrow as he studied the man's appearance. Tall, thin, older man by the looks of his wrinkles and gray hair. He had cold grey-blue eyes that could make one shiver when looking into them.
"Can I help you?" Emmett's Southern grizzly voice said in a question. The man looked him over, taking in his worn out jeans and green flannel shirt with the top two buttons open to expose a white under shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"Are you Emmett Griffin?" the man asked in an airy tone.
Emmett's eyebrows furrowed. "Depends. Who's askin'?"
The man's eyes showed a hint of amusement. "The name's Eric Lehnsherr." Emmett did a palms up and half shrugged. "I have a proposition for you."
"Listen, bub, I have no clue who the hell you are. And I'm sure you hardly know anything about me. So, won't you do us both a favor, by pissing off." Eric raised an amused eyebrow.
"Oh, I know more than you think." Emmett's expression was deadpan, then stood up with his tray. "I know that your wife walked out on you and your daughter ran away to an institute somewhere in New York."
Emmett looked up in surprise, then started getting angry. He dropped the tray back on the table. "How the hell do you know all that?"
"That's not all I know. I also know that you're looking for your daughter." Emmett's mouth gaped open. "I can help. Hence my proposition."
Emmett's lip curled and crossed his arms. "I'm listening."
"I can help you find your daughter, Mr. Griffin."
"What do you get in return?" Emmett questioned. He knew there had to be a catch.
Eric only smiled. Only the satisfactory of Mrs. Griffin's capture, he thought. "I will let my intentions be known. In the mean time-"
*~*~*