I'm grateful for all reviews.
The Pepsi's in the mail for all. Yes, even you Shade.
In regards to the "when did you write a story where everyone dies?" I wrote one that I haven't posted that pretty much everyone dies. It was a bad week for me and I had to vent somehow. Sometimes I just get sick of happy endings. So I'm bitter and morbid, so sue me. lol
This chappie's musical selection is the Dare Devil Soundtrack. Good listening music, if Fuel and Rob Zombie and Hoobastank and Drowning Pool and Evenescence and 12 Stones is your kinda thing.
I'm sorta pissed off. Running didn't cure the rage, only lessened it. So there will be violence. You've been forewarned. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Lippoli reluctantly looked up at a man whose hair was almost as unruly as his own. Cigar in his mouth, the man scowled down at him. Ronin stood defiantly next to Lippoli. With a smirk and a snort, Ronin's eyes flashed their familiar amber.
"This isn't the force, you reckon? I mean look at it," Ronin said with disdain.
Lippoli looked out of the corner of his eye at Ronin and caught the amber glint. He caught on to Ronin and ran with the concept.
"No way this guy could have that much power. I mean look at him, I think my foster mom was stronger than him and she couldn't even lift the groceries. Phwah, this guy is weak," Lippoli said with a smug smirk and amber eyes.
Now, by this time the guy in the door was red faced and half of the cigar had fallen to the ground, the rest was still locked in his teeth.
"You punks wanna dance? Fine," the man said and six adamantium claws came out of the tops of his hands with a familiar *schink*.
He lunged at the boys, but they simply stepped aside of his lunge and Ronin smiled a cruel smile while igniting his hand. Lippoli had closed his eyes, in search of a fountain, pool, or some body of water. Ronin took note of this and stood in front of Lippoli.
"Dance little porcupine, dance," he said like he was in a classic Western movie, shooting little balls of fire at the 'little porcupine's' feet. The man jumped a good foot in the air as he dodged the flames. There were several scorch marks on the grass and the man's pants before Ronin got bored.
"Anything to add Lippoli? I'm getting bored. If not, I'll just finish him," Ronin said not moving his eyes from the man's.
Lippoli opened his eyes and smiled a cocky smile, flashing his pearly whites. "I got somethin' to say. If you would move about three feet that way, Ronin? Thanks."
Ronin stepped aside not a moment before a large pressurized stream of water came hurtling at the man. It threw him six or seven feet. The man got up and shook his head like a wet dog.
"You runts will regret that," he said lunging, claws extended, at him.
"I doubt that," Ronin said drawing a sword from the sheath under his trench coat that Lippoli had either not seen or not looked for. Lippoli, along with the large mass of children that had assembled around them, gasped at the beauty of the sword. The long silver blade shone in the setting sun's red light. The hilt was black as Ronin's hair and was a simple samurai fashion.
The man's claws hit the blade, but did not cut it like the man and most of the crowd anticipated it to.
"What kind of devilry is this? These 'ill cut through anything," the man said, trying to strike Ronin with every word but the boy was too great of a match for him and deflected each blow. It even appeared that he wasn't even trying.
"Ancient samurai blade, magic and sprits protecting it. The thing will only break when my whole family's lineage is wiped out. And there is no way in the hottest ring of hell that it's breaking with me," Ronin said defiantly.
"I'm ending this," Ronin said, and with that he hit the man with the flat of the sword across the back of the head. The man fell over and hit the ground hard. Not a sound followed. Even the locusts (A/N: a.k.a. spawn of the devil) quit their irritating song when the man hit the ground.
Lippoli let out his breath that he was unaware that he was holding.
"You killed him. Holy crap dude, you f****** killed him," Lippoli stammered.
"I didn't kill anyone. He's unconscious you dimwits. Now, I want to talk to the guy in charge, and heaven help all of you if that guy was him," Ronin said sheathing the sword.
"The guy in charge that you speak of," a deep and commanding voice said from behind the crowd of children, "is me." A path was made from the mass of stupefied adolescents and a bald man in a wheel chair came forward.
"The man you knocked out was Logan. I am positive that he won't be happy when he wakes up," the man continued. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Professor Charles Xavier. I run this school. But perhaps this isn't the best place for us to continue the conversation."
With that, the children scattered, talking quickly amongst themselves about the boy who defeated the wolverine. There was something in Xavier's voice that commanded respect. Ronin found himself standing taller and wanting to straighten his hair or something, though he doubted that he could do anything with the wild mess.
Lippoli also found something in Xavier's voice; it reminded him of his foster grandfather, a kind man who didn't really care that he was a mutant. Xavier seemed to bring memories of his now destroyed town to mind. He quickly shoved them back down in the depths of his mind.
'I'll burn those bridges when I get the chance.' He thought to himself.
"If you'd follow me into my office, we can talk there," Xavier said, wheeling past both boys and into the mansion.
Ronin and Lippoli looked at one another, and without a spoke word, sprinted to catch up to the wheelchair bound man. Lippoli went in first and Ronin closed the great oaken door behind them. When he turned around from the door, he gasped. The entryway alone was beautiful, oak panels lined the walls up to about his elbow, the rest of the wall was painted a dark evergreen color. Massive paintings lined the walls and there were plants everywhere. Big picture windows opened out onto the greens and a small reflecting pond with lily pads in bloom with little purple flowers. The ceilings were easily 15 feet tall with chandeliers dotting it.
"Ronin, come on! Are you just gonna stand there all day?" Lippoli's voice came to him and it registered slowly.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, here I come," Ronin said still admiring the hallway.
Ronin walked, not paying attention to where he was going. The whole building seemed to be a piece of art. He felt humbled in its majesty. Ronin didn't notice that Lippoli had stopped in front of a door and Ronin ran flat into him.
The visions came again. Fire, screams, water, crunching metal, a car seat.
Lippoli and Ronin shook their heads and Ronin stepped back.
"I'm getting sick of this, why does that keep happening?" Ronin asked turning Lippoli around.
"Beats me. It's never happened to me ever before-" Lippoli said but was cut off by Xavier's voice from behind the door.
"You gentlemen can come in if you wish,"
Ronin opened the door and walked in, Lippoli on his heels. Xavier had a warm smile on his face. He sat behind a beautifully carved desk with a green mat on top of it. Another picture window was behind him and it opened onto the basketball court and several benches and trees. The game that was going on when they arrived had finished and the boys that were playing it were sitting on some benches drinking water. Xavier motioned to two chairs in front of his desk. They were red leather with oak claw feet.
"I would like to welcome you to my school for gifted youngsters," he began with a knowing smile on his face, "and I'm sure you can guess what their gifts are?" Ronin and Lippoli nodded. "Good then, I would like you to stay with us. You would have free room and board and we can help you hone your talents so they are under control." Xavier said resting his back against his wheelchair and folding his hands in his lap.
"Were you the force that pulled me here? I mean I was in Arizona and something told me to come here," Lippoli said leaning back in a chair of his own.
"Yeah, I was in the Bronx and was called here. That's not as far, but I mean still," Ronin said.
"I did call you," Xavier said with a coy smile on his face, "but I did not pull. There is another force between the two of you that was the pulling force."
Lippoli and Ronin looked at each other. Lippoli furrowed his forehead in confusion and Ronin raised and eyebrow. He had an idea but didn't want to try it in front of Xavier.
Xavier smiled again and began to speak, "I have a room if you boys don't mind bunking together. It is a rule that there are two to a room, for space issues and for companionship in the students," Xavier began.
"Wait, students?" Ronin said sitting up and leaning forward.
"Yes, everyone who stays here is either a student or a teacher," Xavier said.
"I can't do school. I never went, I don't think. I've been on the streets. There's no way I'm going to school." Ronin said with an air of finality in his voice.
"We'll talk about that later. Now it's dinnertime. Or you could go to your dorm room, which ever you choose. I could send someone up to your room with some food," Xavier stated.
"Let's go with the last one. Where is our room?" Ronin inquired, trying not to sound rude but he was desperate to talk to Lippoli alone.
"Go up the stairs that are at the end of this hall. The last room on the left will be yours. I'll send Bobby up later with some food." Xavier said.
"Thanks," both boys said in unison, standing to leave. Lippoli opened the door and left, Ronin on his heels.
Ronin closed the door and began a dead sprint to the stairs. He ran up them and to the room that Xavier had for them. Lippoli stood for a moment then sprinted after his companion.
"Ronin, Ronin wait!" he called, after him.
Ronin stood behind the door and waited for Lippoli. Lippoli ran into the room and Ronin slammed the door.
"What the hell just happened? You got all weird," Lippoli demanded as Ronin sat down on one of the beds. The room was simple enough, two desks at each wall, two beds next to one another, a window, a closet, a wardrobe, and a light on the ceiling. The walls were a light blue and begged to be personalized with posters and pictures.
"Sit," Ronin said patting the bed that he was on. Lippoli sat down warily and looked at Ronin funny.
"Don't say anything. I think I know what's going on. You said you had a foster mom right?" Lippoli nodded and Ronin continued, "So did I. And when I touched you, I got these visions-" Ronin began but Lippoli interjected.
"You got that too? How? I mean, it's my parent's deaths-"
This time it was Ronin interrupted. "YOUR parents? Wa- whenjh- oh my God." Ronin just sat there, wide-eyed at Lippoli. Ronin held his hand up as if to wave and Lippoli placed his hand on Ronin's. The visions came again, this time more fluid.
A semi swerved out of control. A woman in the front seat of the minivan screamed, as did the tires. The rig on back of the semi toppled on the pavement in front of the green minivan. The van slammed into it, a brown liquid bursting out from the impact. No movement was in the front of the car, but two baby boys cried in the back bucket seats. Their cries were desperate. Then, a spark ignited and the semi's rig caught fire. The flames were quickly spreading and growing nearer to the van every second. The infants' eyes turned from a light purple to a blazing amber and, as the inferno spread to the van, a small wave saturated the boys, slowing the progress of the fire. But the dousing couldn't stop the flames of an explosion. The flames raked through and incinerated the inside of the car, save for the two boys and their car seats. Sirens came and men in bright yellow suits pulled the boys out of the wreckage.
The vision faded and Ronin and Lippoli just stared at one another for a moment.
"Brother," Lippoli breathed and they embraced in a tight hug.
Meanwhile, Xavier had a broad grin on his face in his office, knowing they knew what he did all along.
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Well, you guys called it. They're brothers. Am I really that predictable? I'll have to work harder to pull some more twists and turns in. OK to address some more reviews-
Firestarter: I'm movin as fast as my little fingers can type.
Remnants: You are one of the few who called it. Good Job! I update so quick because I have this story playing out in my mind and it's hard not to get too far ahead of my actual typage.
Stretch: You also called it. Yay for you too! Logan's gonna be pissed off in the next chappie (I mean if some teenager kicked your ass, wouldn't you be?)
Nobody guessed where the Christmas Story was filmed! MORE BROWNIES FOR THE ONE WHO GETS IT AND REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Pepsi's in the mail for all. Yes, even you Shade.
In regards to the "when did you write a story where everyone dies?" I wrote one that I haven't posted that pretty much everyone dies. It was a bad week for me and I had to vent somehow. Sometimes I just get sick of happy endings. So I'm bitter and morbid, so sue me. lol
This chappie's musical selection is the Dare Devil Soundtrack. Good listening music, if Fuel and Rob Zombie and Hoobastank and Drowning Pool and Evenescence and 12 Stones is your kinda thing.
I'm sorta pissed off. Running didn't cure the rage, only lessened it. So there will be violence. You've been forewarned. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Lippoli reluctantly looked up at a man whose hair was almost as unruly as his own. Cigar in his mouth, the man scowled down at him. Ronin stood defiantly next to Lippoli. With a smirk and a snort, Ronin's eyes flashed their familiar amber.
"This isn't the force, you reckon? I mean look at it," Ronin said with disdain.
Lippoli looked out of the corner of his eye at Ronin and caught the amber glint. He caught on to Ronin and ran with the concept.
"No way this guy could have that much power. I mean look at him, I think my foster mom was stronger than him and she couldn't even lift the groceries. Phwah, this guy is weak," Lippoli said with a smug smirk and amber eyes.
Now, by this time the guy in the door was red faced and half of the cigar had fallen to the ground, the rest was still locked in his teeth.
"You punks wanna dance? Fine," the man said and six adamantium claws came out of the tops of his hands with a familiar *schink*.
He lunged at the boys, but they simply stepped aside of his lunge and Ronin smiled a cruel smile while igniting his hand. Lippoli had closed his eyes, in search of a fountain, pool, or some body of water. Ronin took note of this and stood in front of Lippoli.
"Dance little porcupine, dance," he said like he was in a classic Western movie, shooting little balls of fire at the 'little porcupine's' feet. The man jumped a good foot in the air as he dodged the flames. There were several scorch marks on the grass and the man's pants before Ronin got bored.
"Anything to add Lippoli? I'm getting bored. If not, I'll just finish him," Ronin said not moving his eyes from the man's.
Lippoli opened his eyes and smiled a cocky smile, flashing his pearly whites. "I got somethin' to say. If you would move about three feet that way, Ronin? Thanks."
Ronin stepped aside not a moment before a large pressurized stream of water came hurtling at the man. It threw him six or seven feet. The man got up and shook his head like a wet dog.
"You runts will regret that," he said lunging, claws extended, at him.
"I doubt that," Ronin said drawing a sword from the sheath under his trench coat that Lippoli had either not seen or not looked for. Lippoli, along with the large mass of children that had assembled around them, gasped at the beauty of the sword. The long silver blade shone in the setting sun's red light. The hilt was black as Ronin's hair and was a simple samurai fashion.
The man's claws hit the blade, but did not cut it like the man and most of the crowd anticipated it to.
"What kind of devilry is this? These 'ill cut through anything," the man said, trying to strike Ronin with every word but the boy was too great of a match for him and deflected each blow. It even appeared that he wasn't even trying.
"Ancient samurai blade, magic and sprits protecting it. The thing will only break when my whole family's lineage is wiped out. And there is no way in the hottest ring of hell that it's breaking with me," Ronin said defiantly.
"I'm ending this," Ronin said, and with that he hit the man with the flat of the sword across the back of the head. The man fell over and hit the ground hard. Not a sound followed. Even the locusts (A/N: a.k.a. spawn of the devil) quit their irritating song when the man hit the ground.
Lippoli let out his breath that he was unaware that he was holding.
"You killed him. Holy crap dude, you f****** killed him," Lippoli stammered.
"I didn't kill anyone. He's unconscious you dimwits. Now, I want to talk to the guy in charge, and heaven help all of you if that guy was him," Ronin said sheathing the sword.
"The guy in charge that you speak of," a deep and commanding voice said from behind the crowd of children, "is me." A path was made from the mass of stupefied adolescents and a bald man in a wheel chair came forward.
"The man you knocked out was Logan. I am positive that he won't be happy when he wakes up," the man continued. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Professor Charles Xavier. I run this school. But perhaps this isn't the best place for us to continue the conversation."
With that, the children scattered, talking quickly amongst themselves about the boy who defeated the wolverine. There was something in Xavier's voice that commanded respect. Ronin found himself standing taller and wanting to straighten his hair or something, though he doubted that he could do anything with the wild mess.
Lippoli also found something in Xavier's voice; it reminded him of his foster grandfather, a kind man who didn't really care that he was a mutant. Xavier seemed to bring memories of his now destroyed town to mind. He quickly shoved them back down in the depths of his mind.
'I'll burn those bridges when I get the chance.' He thought to himself.
"If you'd follow me into my office, we can talk there," Xavier said, wheeling past both boys and into the mansion.
Ronin and Lippoli looked at one another, and without a spoke word, sprinted to catch up to the wheelchair bound man. Lippoli went in first and Ronin closed the great oaken door behind them. When he turned around from the door, he gasped. The entryway alone was beautiful, oak panels lined the walls up to about his elbow, the rest of the wall was painted a dark evergreen color. Massive paintings lined the walls and there were plants everywhere. Big picture windows opened out onto the greens and a small reflecting pond with lily pads in bloom with little purple flowers. The ceilings were easily 15 feet tall with chandeliers dotting it.
"Ronin, come on! Are you just gonna stand there all day?" Lippoli's voice came to him and it registered slowly.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, here I come," Ronin said still admiring the hallway.
Ronin walked, not paying attention to where he was going. The whole building seemed to be a piece of art. He felt humbled in its majesty. Ronin didn't notice that Lippoli had stopped in front of a door and Ronin ran flat into him.
The visions came again. Fire, screams, water, crunching metal, a car seat.
Lippoli and Ronin shook their heads and Ronin stepped back.
"I'm getting sick of this, why does that keep happening?" Ronin asked turning Lippoli around.
"Beats me. It's never happened to me ever before-" Lippoli said but was cut off by Xavier's voice from behind the door.
"You gentlemen can come in if you wish,"
Ronin opened the door and walked in, Lippoli on his heels. Xavier had a warm smile on his face. He sat behind a beautifully carved desk with a green mat on top of it. Another picture window was behind him and it opened onto the basketball court and several benches and trees. The game that was going on when they arrived had finished and the boys that were playing it were sitting on some benches drinking water. Xavier motioned to two chairs in front of his desk. They were red leather with oak claw feet.
"I would like to welcome you to my school for gifted youngsters," he began with a knowing smile on his face, "and I'm sure you can guess what their gifts are?" Ronin and Lippoli nodded. "Good then, I would like you to stay with us. You would have free room and board and we can help you hone your talents so they are under control." Xavier said resting his back against his wheelchair and folding his hands in his lap.
"Were you the force that pulled me here? I mean I was in Arizona and something told me to come here," Lippoli said leaning back in a chair of his own.
"Yeah, I was in the Bronx and was called here. That's not as far, but I mean still," Ronin said.
"I did call you," Xavier said with a coy smile on his face, "but I did not pull. There is another force between the two of you that was the pulling force."
Lippoli and Ronin looked at each other. Lippoli furrowed his forehead in confusion and Ronin raised and eyebrow. He had an idea but didn't want to try it in front of Xavier.
Xavier smiled again and began to speak, "I have a room if you boys don't mind bunking together. It is a rule that there are two to a room, for space issues and for companionship in the students," Xavier began.
"Wait, students?" Ronin said sitting up and leaning forward.
"Yes, everyone who stays here is either a student or a teacher," Xavier said.
"I can't do school. I never went, I don't think. I've been on the streets. There's no way I'm going to school." Ronin said with an air of finality in his voice.
"We'll talk about that later. Now it's dinnertime. Or you could go to your dorm room, which ever you choose. I could send someone up to your room with some food," Xavier stated.
"Let's go with the last one. Where is our room?" Ronin inquired, trying not to sound rude but he was desperate to talk to Lippoli alone.
"Go up the stairs that are at the end of this hall. The last room on the left will be yours. I'll send Bobby up later with some food." Xavier said.
"Thanks," both boys said in unison, standing to leave. Lippoli opened the door and left, Ronin on his heels.
Ronin closed the door and began a dead sprint to the stairs. He ran up them and to the room that Xavier had for them. Lippoli stood for a moment then sprinted after his companion.
"Ronin, Ronin wait!" he called, after him.
Ronin stood behind the door and waited for Lippoli. Lippoli ran into the room and Ronin slammed the door.
"What the hell just happened? You got all weird," Lippoli demanded as Ronin sat down on one of the beds. The room was simple enough, two desks at each wall, two beds next to one another, a window, a closet, a wardrobe, and a light on the ceiling. The walls were a light blue and begged to be personalized with posters and pictures.
"Sit," Ronin said patting the bed that he was on. Lippoli sat down warily and looked at Ronin funny.
"Don't say anything. I think I know what's going on. You said you had a foster mom right?" Lippoli nodded and Ronin continued, "So did I. And when I touched you, I got these visions-" Ronin began but Lippoli interjected.
"You got that too? How? I mean, it's my parent's deaths-"
This time it was Ronin interrupted. "YOUR parents? Wa- whenjh- oh my God." Ronin just sat there, wide-eyed at Lippoli. Ronin held his hand up as if to wave and Lippoli placed his hand on Ronin's. The visions came again, this time more fluid.
A semi swerved out of control. A woman in the front seat of the minivan screamed, as did the tires. The rig on back of the semi toppled on the pavement in front of the green minivan. The van slammed into it, a brown liquid bursting out from the impact. No movement was in the front of the car, but two baby boys cried in the back bucket seats. Their cries were desperate. Then, a spark ignited and the semi's rig caught fire. The flames were quickly spreading and growing nearer to the van every second. The infants' eyes turned from a light purple to a blazing amber and, as the inferno spread to the van, a small wave saturated the boys, slowing the progress of the fire. But the dousing couldn't stop the flames of an explosion. The flames raked through and incinerated the inside of the car, save for the two boys and their car seats. Sirens came and men in bright yellow suits pulled the boys out of the wreckage.
The vision faded and Ronin and Lippoli just stared at one another for a moment.
"Brother," Lippoli breathed and they embraced in a tight hug.
Meanwhile, Xavier had a broad grin on his face in his office, knowing they knew what he did all along.
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Well, you guys called it. They're brothers. Am I really that predictable? I'll have to work harder to pull some more twists and turns in. OK to address some more reviews-
Firestarter: I'm movin as fast as my little fingers can type.
Remnants: You are one of the few who called it. Good Job! I update so quick because I have this story playing out in my mind and it's hard not to get too far ahead of my actual typage.
Stretch: You also called it. Yay for you too! Logan's gonna be pissed off in the next chappie (I mean if some teenager kicked your ass, wouldn't you be?)
Nobody guessed where the Christmas Story was filmed! MORE BROWNIES FOR THE ONE WHO GETS IT AND REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!