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THINK I'M BECOMING A SCHIZOPHERENIC!!
::Ahem:: Okay. This is going to be the second to last chapter, unless I get suggestions. If I don't, well, then next time I'll be saying adieu to this story. ::Sniff sniff:: But no worries!! I will continue to write! I'll also post some collaborations of mine and my sister, so that should be interesting.
On to this chapter, I personally do not play or like football (American football for all you European folk out there), so I decided that I will probably not put anything related to the sport/score/anything technical about this game. As long as people get tackled, I'm happy.
This chapter is dedicated to Raskolion Phoenix. Yay! Go you! (this is making up for when You suggested it a LOOOONG time ago.
WARNING: LOTS!! Of swearing in this chapter, or at least some pretty bad words. I modeled the football players in my story with the ones I go to school with, so there's bound to be at least several f-bombs thrown in there. . .
*thoughts*
^telepthic talking^
"[over the loud speaker]" (you'll see what I mean.)
Translations at bottom
~
Kitty landed uncomfortably on a field, head and arms still stuck in the stocks. She could hear noise, a lot more than there was at the renaissance fair, and panicked. She could hear cheering, clapping, stomping, and some annoying chanting that could only be the annoying babble of cheerleaders. *Wha? What's going on?*
Her question was soon answered. A brown football fell from the sky, landing on her lap, soon followed by a herd of football players, and she and Kurt were quickly buried underneath. Air knocked out of her for the umpteenth time that day, she tried to move. Key word tried. Naturally, the football players noticed her, and began to make it known.
"What the fu --"
"what the hell is going on?"
"Get off me, man!"
"Shit!"
Some of the players finally pushed themselves up out of the doggy pile, and Kitty was finally able to breath again. She glanced over at Kurt, also in his stocks and looking slightly squashed. The football players backed up from her and Kurt giving them both funny looks, and looking questionably from her and Kurt to the referee and back again. She looked around, realizing they were at a high school football game, and the thunderous cheering from the crowd had fallen to a murmur.
Kitty's felt like she was going to faint. Her head spun, and she started to stammer, but gave up all hope of ever convincing the gigantic crowd of anything believable. Everyone was silent for a few seconds, until one 13- yearold boy in the front row Kitty recognized as one of the soccer boys shrieked and ran away, screaming.
"I don't wanna go to hell!! Leave me alone!! Somebody help me!!!!"
At this the crowd fell completely silent. Kitty gulped.
~
Scott looked down at he field in horror. Kitty and Kurt, without his inducer, where in the middle of the field. He looked over at Jean, who seemed to stunned to speak. He looked back to the field, then leaned over to Jean.
"Jean, you gotta help her. Call the professor." She nodded dumbly, took a deep breath and raised her hands to her temples, contacting the professor and hopefully trying to comfort Kitty, who looked ill. He surveyed the surrounding crowd, hoping that none of them would start panicking. Well, accept for that weird kid in the first row.
Unfortunately, people started getting over their shock, and some started standing to get a better view of what was going on down at the field. The referee started to cautiously walk over to Kitty and Kurt, and he became concerned.
"Uh, Jean, hurry it up a little bit."
~
^Kitty?^ Kitty jerked around, looking for the voice until she realized it was coming from her head.
^Jean?^
^Kitty what are you doing!? Your in the middle of a football game, how did you get there?!? And why are you in stocks and renaissance clothing?^ Kitty's face went redder than she could have thought possible.
^Uh, well, Kurt and I went on a little adventure today.^
Kitty could almost see Jean's psychic glare. ^I'm contacting the professor. Hold on a moment.^
Kitty sighed. They were finally saved! She could finally go back to the institute and never have to even look at the stupid fuzzy elf ever again. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned to see the ref. Coming towards her.
"What is going on here? Where the hell did you come from?"
Kitty was about to stammer her reply, when the announcer's voice came onto the loud speaker.
"[Looks like the referee is going to get some answers here, folks.]"
She jumped, slightly annoyed, and started to continue. "Well, you se --"
^Kitty?^ Kitty jumped as Jean's voice sounded in her head again. ^ Can you hear me?^
"Excuse me, miss? Are you all right?" The referee leaned forward, looking at her as though she might be ill.
"Yeah, just --"
"[Hopefully, the game wont be postponed for much longer, I think someone else is going over to give him a hand.]" Lo and behold, another ref. Was running over towards them. The crowd was starting to talk to one another, and a few started to wave their flags supporting their team around again.
"Well?" The ref. Was getting impatient.
^Kitty! Are you Okay?^
"Miss, we need an answer, what are you doing here, and what is this thing on our field?" He pointed at Kurt, who seemed to having a difficult time sleeping in stocks.
"Uh, I --"
"[Any moment now.]"
^KITTY!^
"Well? Are you gonna answer me or not?"
Kitty held her hands to her head. "Okay, just shut up for a second!" The referee took a step back, holding up his hands in defense, and watched as kitty closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. He looked at the other ref. and shrugged.
^WHAT, Jean?^
^ I couldn't reach the professor. Scot and I are going to run over to the institute real fast to get help.^
^GREAT!! JUST PERFECT!! I CERTAINLY DON'T NEED ANY HELP DOWN HERE, NO SIR!^
She was met with silence.
She turned back to the referees, and took a deep breath. "Okay. What did you say again?"
~
Scott was driving like a maniac. Jean was trying to contact the professor and keep from flying out of the car at the same time. "Ugh! I can't reach him! He must be listening to his music again!"
Scott swerved, nearly hitting a wall, and drove up to the Xavier institute and through the gates. "Don't worry, we're almost there."
~
"Uh, I am not really sure how to say this, um," Kitty glanced nervously at the crowd, who had become impatient. She was now trying to explain herself to two referees, two coaches, an assistant coach from the home team, and a few lingering football players. One was prodding Kurt in the arm. "NO! Leave him alone! She ran over and tried to shelter Kurt as best she could for someone wearing a big wooden plank on her head.
Kurt twitched, and yawned. Kitty stared at him, mouth agape. *Is he waking up?* Getting frustrated, she phased out of the stocks and tossed them aside, causing the small crowd to take a step back.
"Woah."
"How the hell did she do that?"
One of the referee's gained his courage back, and took a step forward. "Um, miss? Do you think you could please tell us what's going on here?" She ignored him and phased Kurt's off too, and the referee remained silent. She grabbed Kurt's arm and tried to shake him awake, causing his head to jerk back and forth. He groaned, then rolled over, leaning against her knees.
"Ich will, Mama nicht aufwachen. Es ist zu früh."[1] Kitty groaned and started to hit Kurt's arm. Suddenly, her arm was grabbed and she was pulled away from Kurt by one of the coaches, who looked more than a little upset.
"Listen to me! I don't know who you are, but have got some nerve to be coming out here and ruining our game like this! Now I want an answer this time! What the hell is that thing, and why is it on my field!?" His face had turned red from yelling. Kitty blinked.
"Uh, I-that is, the uh, m-MASCOT! And, uh, we came to support the team!"
The coach looked confused. "Which team?"
Kitty looked stumped. She looked at the score board. *Crap. Bayville Hawks and Garvey Bears. Why couldn't one of them be the Wildcats or Devils or something?*
She looked at him and put on a nervous smile. "Uh, wrong game?" She closed her eyes, expecting the coach to start yelling again, but he didn't. In fact, no one was making a sound. They had all stopped moving, and looked like statues in a wax museum. Cautiously, Kitty waved her had in front of a football player's face.
^Kitty.^ She screamed and tumbled backwards, tripping over Kurt, who snorted.
^Professor?^
^Yes, Kitty. Don't worry, I'm sending Ororo out to get you. Why don't you take Kurt out to the front of the stadium to meet her there?^
^But what about all of the people? They saw me use my powers!^ He sighed mentally, which felt really weird.
^Yes. I am aware of that. I am altering their memories as we speak. You don't need to worry.^ Kitty sighed gratefully.
^Thank you Professor.^ She lay back on the grass, and let out a huge sigh of relief. Rolling over, she pushed herself up and leaned over Kurt, pulling him into a sitting position so she could pick him up.
He started sniffling.
"Oh no, nononononono. Kurt, Don't you da--"
"ACHOO" BAMF.
~
Translations:
[1] Ich will, Mama nicht aufwachen. Es ist zu früh.
I don't want to wake up, mamma. It's too early.
YEAH!!!!!!!! I liked that chapter!! It was fun to write! I was kinda scared that it wouldn't come out that well, but it came out ok! ::BIG HUGE CHEESY SMILE:: YIPPEE SKIPPY!
I apologize if the part where she's talking to Jean and the ref. and the announcer is confusing. It's supposed to be. So ha. REVIEWERS!!
ASGT: Yeah, like I said, I've never been to a renaissance fair before, and my fried told me that a long time ago so I might have gotten it wrong. Of course, California is pretty far from Minneapolis, so it could just be a CA thing. And your right. Working at one would be SO MUCH FUN!!!
Tailfeather: Yes, I kinda feel bad for Kitty. And don't worry, Kurt will wake up soon, and if I don't get any suggestions, he'll wake up next chapter.
ManniElf18: I'm glad you liked it, sorry if it was confusing! And about Kurt waking up soon, read Tailfeather's reply. I don't feel like writing it again.
Snitter in Rivendell: I am fully stoked (yes. Stoked) that you like this story!! I too, am sad it is coming to a close, but Kurt's medicine, though strong, cannot keep him knocked out forever. Besides. I'm out of idees.
Raskolion Phoenix: I remember you had wanted me to do a sporting event earlier on, but the closest thing I came to was the little soccer kids so this is for you. If I had put this chapter in earlier on, it would have messed up everything else, cause then Xavier would be looking for them and know they were missing.
Just so you know, next chapter will probably be the last, unless I get a suggestion that rocks my socks. So yeah! REVIEW!!!
::Ahem:: Okay. This is going to be the second to last chapter, unless I get suggestions. If I don't, well, then next time I'll be saying adieu to this story. ::Sniff sniff:: But no worries!! I will continue to write! I'll also post some collaborations of mine and my sister, so that should be interesting.
On to this chapter, I personally do not play or like football (American football for all you European folk out there), so I decided that I will probably not put anything related to the sport/score/anything technical about this game. As long as people get tackled, I'm happy.
This chapter is dedicated to Raskolion Phoenix. Yay! Go you! (this is making up for when You suggested it a LOOOONG time ago.
WARNING: LOTS!! Of swearing in this chapter, or at least some pretty bad words. I modeled the football players in my story with the ones I go to school with, so there's bound to be at least several f-bombs thrown in there. . .
*thoughts*
^telepthic talking^
"[over the loud speaker]" (you'll see what I mean.)
Translations at bottom
~
Kitty landed uncomfortably on a field, head and arms still stuck in the stocks. She could hear noise, a lot more than there was at the renaissance fair, and panicked. She could hear cheering, clapping, stomping, and some annoying chanting that could only be the annoying babble of cheerleaders. *Wha? What's going on?*
Her question was soon answered. A brown football fell from the sky, landing on her lap, soon followed by a herd of football players, and she and Kurt were quickly buried underneath. Air knocked out of her for the umpteenth time that day, she tried to move. Key word tried. Naturally, the football players noticed her, and began to make it known.
"What the fu --"
"what the hell is going on?"
"Get off me, man!"
"Shit!"
Some of the players finally pushed themselves up out of the doggy pile, and Kitty was finally able to breath again. She glanced over at Kurt, also in his stocks and looking slightly squashed. The football players backed up from her and Kurt giving them both funny looks, and looking questionably from her and Kurt to the referee and back again. She looked around, realizing they were at a high school football game, and the thunderous cheering from the crowd had fallen to a murmur.
Kitty's felt like she was going to faint. Her head spun, and she started to stammer, but gave up all hope of ever convincing the gigantic crowd of anything believable. Everyone was silent for a few seconds, until one 13- yearold boy in the front row Kitty recognized as one of the soccer boys shrieked and ran away, screaming.
"I don't wanna go to hell!! Leave me alone!! Somebody help me!!!!"
At this the crowd fell completely silent. Kitty gulped.
~
Scott looked down at he field in horror. Kitty and Kurt, without his inducer, where in the middle of the field. He looked over at Jean, who seemed to stunned to speak. He looked back to the field, then leaned over to Jean.
"Jean, you gotta help her. Call the professor." She nodded dumbly, took a deep breath and raised her hands to her temples, contacting the professor and hopefully trying to comfort Kitty, who looked ill. He surveyed the surrounding crowd, hoping that none of them would start panicking. Well, accept for that weird kid in the first row.
Unfortunately, people started getting over their shock, and some started standing to get a better view of what was going on down at the field. The referee started to cautiously walk over to Kitty and Kurt, and he became concerned.
"Uh, Jean, hurry it up a little bit."
~
^Kitty?^ Kitty jerked around, looking for the voice until she realized it was coming from her head.
^Jean?^
^Kitty what are you doing!? Your in the middle of a football game, how did you get there?!? And why are you in stocks and renaissance clothing?^ Kitty's face went redder than she could have thought possible.
^Uh, well, Kurt and I went on a little adventure today.^
Kitty could almost see Jean's psychic glare. ^I'm contacting the professor. Hold on a moment.^
Kitty sighed. They were finally saved! She could finally go back to the institute and never have to even look at the stupid fuzzy elf ever again. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and turned to see the ref. Coming towards her.
"What is going on here? Where the hell did you come from?"
Kitty was about to stammer her reply, when the announcer's voice came onto the loud speaker.
"[Looks like the referee is going to get some answers here, folks.]"
She jumped, slightly annoyed, and started to continue. "Well, you se --"
^Kitty?^ Kitty jumped as Jean's voice sounded in her head again. ^ Can you hear me?^
"Excuse me, miss? Are you all right?" The referee leaned forward, looking at her as though she might be ill.
"Yeah, just --"
"[Hopefully, the game wont be postponed for much longer, I think someone else is going over to give him a hand.]" Lo and behold, another ref. Was running over towards them. The crowd was starting to talk to one another, and a few started to wave their flags supporting their team around again.
"Well?" The ref. Was getting impatient.
^Kitty! Are you Okay?^
"Miss, we need an answer, what are you doing here, and what is this thing on our field?" He pointed at Kurt, who seemed to having a difficult time sleeping in stocks.
"Uh, I --"
"[Any moment now.]"
^KITTY!^
"Well? Are you gonna answer me or not?"
Kitty held her hands to her head. "Okay, just shut up for a second!" The referee took a step back, holding up his hands in defense, and watched as kitty closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. He looked at the other ref. and shrugged.
^WHAT, Jean?^
^ I couldn't reach the professor. Scot and I are going to run over to the institute real fast to get help.^
^GREAT!! JUST PERFECT!! I CERTAINLY DON'T NEED ANY HELP DOWN HERE, NO SIR!^
She was met with silence.
She turned back to the referees, and took a deep breath. "Okay. What did you say again?"
~
Scott was driving like a maniac. Jean was trying to contact the professor and keep from flying out of the car at the same time. "Ugh! I can't reach him! He must be listening to his music again!"
Scott swerved, nearly hitting a wall, and drove up to the Xavier institute and through the gates. "Don't worry, we're almost there."
~
"Uh, I am not really sure how to say this, um," Kitty glanced nervously at the crowd, who had become impatient. She was now trying to explain herself to two referees, two coaches, an assistant coach from the home team, and a few lingering football players. One was prodding Kurt in the arm. "NO! Leave him alone! She ran over and tried to shelter Kurt as best she could for someone wearing a big wooden plank on her head.
Kurt twitched, and yawned. Kitty stared at him, mouth agape. *Is he waking up?* Getting frustrated, she phased out of the stocks and tossed them aside, causing the small crowd to take a step back.
"Woah."
"How the hell did she do that?"
One of the referee's gained his courage back, and took a step forward. "Um, miss? Do you think you could please tell us what's going on here?" She ignored him and phased Kurt's off too, and the referee remained silent. She grabbed Kurt's arm and tried to shake him awake, causing his head to jerk back and forth. He groaned, then rolled over, leaning against her knees.
"Ich will, Mama nicht aufwachen. Es ist zu früh."[1] Kitty groaned and started to hit Kurt's arm. Suddenly, her arm was grabbed and she was pulled away from Kurt by one of the coaches, who looked more than a little upset.
"Listen to me! I don't know who you are, but have got some nerve to be coming out here and ruining our game like this! Now I want an answer this time! What the hell is that thing, and why is it on my field!?" His face had turned red from yelling. Kitty blinked.
"Uh, I-that is, the uh, m-MASCOT! And, uh, we came to support the team!"
The coach looked confused. "Which team?"
Kitty looked stumped. She looked at the score board. *Crap. Bayville Hawks and Garvey Bears. Why couldn't one of them be the Wildcats or Devils or something?*
She looked at him and put on a nervous smile. "Uh, wrong game?" She closed her eyes, expecting the coach to start yelling again, but he didn't. In fact, no one was making a sound. They had all stopped moving, and looked like statues in a wax museum. Cautiously, Kitty waved her had in front of a football player's face.
^Kitty.^ She screamed and tumbled backwards, tripping over Kurt, who snorted.
^Professor?^
^Yes, Kitty. Don't worry, I'm sending Ororo out to get you. Why don't you take Kurt out to the front of the stadium to meet her there?^
^But what about all of the people? They saw me use my powers!^ He sighed mentally, which felt really weird.
^Yes. I am aware of that. I am altering their memories as we speak. You don't need to worry.^ Kitty sighed gratefully.
^Thank you Professor.^ She lay back on the grass, and let out a huge sigh of relief. Rolling over, she pushed herself up and leaned over Kurt, pulling him into a sitting position so she could pick him up.
He started sniffling.
"Oh no, nononononono. Kurt, Don't you da--"
"ACHOO" BAMF.
~
Translations:
[1] Ich will, Mama nicht aufwachen. Es ist zu früh.
I don't want to wake up, mamma. It's too early.
YEAH!!!!!!!! I liked that chapter!! It was fun to write! I was kinda scared that it wouldn't come out that well, but it came out ok! ::BIG HUGE CHEESY SMILE:: YIPPEE SKIPPY!
I apologize if the part where she's talking to Jean and the ref. and the announcer is confusing. It's supposed to be. So ha. REVIEWERS!!
ASGT: Yeah, like I said, I've never been to a renaissance fair before, and my fried told me that a long time ago so I might have gotten it wrong. Of course, California is pretty far from Minneapolis, so it could just be a CA thing. And your right. Working at one would be SO MUCH FUN!!!
Tailfeather: Yes, I kinda feel bad for Kitty. And don't worry, Kurt will wake up soon, and if I don't get any suggestions, he'll wake up next chapter.
ManniElf18: I'm glad you liked it, sorry if it was confusing! And about Kurt waking up soon, read Tailfeather's reply. I don't feel like writing it again.
Snitter in Rivendell: I am fully stoked (yes. Stoked) that you like this story!! I too, am sad it is coming to a close, but Kurt's medicine, though strong, cannot keep him knocked out forever. Besides. I'm out of idees.
Raskolion Phoenix: I remember you had wanted me to do a sporting event earlier on, but the closest thing I came to was the little soccer kids so this is for you. If I had put this chapter in earlier on, it would have messed up everything else, cause then Xavier would be looking for them and know they were missing.
Just so you know, next chapter will probably be the last, unless I get a suggestion that rocks my socks. So yeah! REVIEW!!!