Chapter 8: Do, a Deer
"Oh mah Gawd!" exclaimed Rogue as she, Bobby and John walked up from the woods.
There hanging up side down from the from one of the trees just outside the front door was the headless body of a stag. The head had literally been torn off, other than that the body was completely in tact.
A puddle of blood had accumulated on the ground in a large dark circle.
"What did that?!" asked Bobby rather socked at the sight himself.
"Sabertooth," said John a little too relaxed for the situation at hand, "looks like it's venison for dinner tonight."
"Does he do stuff like this a lot?" asked Bobby.
"Ya," confirmed Pyro, "but never anything this big."
"What do you mean?" inquired Bobby.
"Small stuff," explained Py, "like rabbits, quail, pheasant, trout-he even nabbed a fox once."
"And Mystique doesn't care that there's blood everywhere and an animal carcass hanging outside from a tree?!" asked Rogue, "I find that hard to believe."
"Actually, they came to an agreement awhile back, 'as long as he cleans it she'll cook it'."
" "That's all well and good," said Rogue, "but I think you two are missing the big picture here-"
"Oh, really and what's that?" asked St. John sarcastically.
"Where's the head?!" asked Rogue still a bit disturbed.
"Who knows?" said John shrugging.
"Crushed it," came a voice from behind.
The three teens spun around to find Creed standing behind them holding a recently sharpened titanium carving knife.
"Good to know," said Rogue meekly, as she stared at the shiny blade of the knife.
Just then Toad walked out the front door.
"Did you guys want help with your jet pack-or was Vic here in the middle of an Anatomy lesson?" Toad smirked when he saw the look on kids' faces as Sabertooth stood there with the knife.
"I'm up for the anatomy lesson," said Bobby.
"WHAT?!" Rogue and John gapped at Bobby.
"Hey, being launched into a metal wall at mach 1 once is more than enough for one day," said Bobby wearily.
"Fiahne, have it your way," sighed Rogue as she sat down on a rock.
"Why the hell not?" reasoned Py.
"Are you three serious?!" asked Toad a little taken back.
"Sure it's not like we have an previous engagements," said Popsicle (Bobby) sitting down beside Rogue.
"Even if we did," said Rogue with a smirk, "I doubt we'd make it-on tiahme anyway."
The three teens burst out laughing, while Sabertooth and Toad exchanged concerned looks obviously wondering about the younger mutant sanity.
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Meanwhile back at the Institute Cyke sat at his desk staring into space. It was the third day he had given his students the period off-with no assignment!
It was so out of character-there was no way the Prof. would be able to pass this up to come in and have a "heart to heart"-you know, just to see if everyone was ok.
Sure enough, as if on cue the Professor appeared at the door, wearing his usual warm smile, "Is everything alright, Scott?"
"Hmm?" Scott half snapped out of his day dream, "Ya, everything's fine."
"The students are starting to worry," said the Prof. as he wheeled over to the desk. As he got closer Xavier noticed that Cyke was sporting a 5 o'clock shadow.
"Funny, I thought they'd enjoy sometime off," said Scott staring off into space.
"Scott, that's not the point-and is that one of Logan's flanel shirts?!"
"Wha?," Scott looked down, "Oh ya, he let me borrow it yesterday-I haven't gotten around to doing any laundry since the last mission."
"So you slept in it?" asked the Prof.
"Oh no, I wasn't tired last night," said Scott rather pathetically.
That's when Xavier noticed a framed picture laying face down on Scott's desk. He stood it back up-It was a photo from the first time Scott, Jean and Ororo tried on the X-suit prototypes.
"Why don't you go lay down in the medical lab?" suggested Charles.
"I don't know-" said Scott hesitantly, "What if one of the students needs me?"
"Don't worry about it," assured the Prof. "I'm sure I can handle whatever comes up."
"Well, alright," said Scott reluctantly as he got up and trudged down to the med lab.
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Medical Lab
Hank, Logan and Kurt were waiting anxiously for Scott to come down. A huge wave of relief washed over them when they saw Scott at the door.
"So?" asked Hank hesitantly.
"Ja, what happened Herr Scott?" asked Kurt as he threw Cyke a damp towel.
Scott smiled as he took the towel to his face and washed away part of his 5 o'clock shadow, "He bought it."
"You magnificent bastard!" exclaimed Wolverine as he lit a cigar, "what pushed him over the edge?"
"I don't know," said Scott truthfully, "I think it was between Kurt's make- up job with the 5 o'clock shadow and Logan's shirt that peeked his concern right away, but Hank's idea to turn the picture down definitely drove the point home."
"Who cares what it was the point is it worked!" said Hank triumphantly.
"Wait-Are you sure it worked? I mean how do you know he didn't just read your mind and decide to play along, for now?" asked Wolverine.
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Ororo was standing sideways in front of the mirror in the vanity holding her shirt up to where her bra began.
Just then Victor walked in with a covered plate, "What are you doing?!" he half laughed.
"Wha?!" Ororo spun around, "Oh, you startled me."
"Something wrong?" Victor asked.
"Yes," said Storm a little nervously, "I'm starting to show!"
"Would you relax?" Vic rolled his eyes as he put the tray down on a table, "You were bound to eventually. Besides yer not showin' that much, it just looks like you had a few beers."
Storm sighed as she pulled her shirt back down, "How quickly you forget it's because I 'had a few beers' that were both standing here."
"Oh mah Gawd!" exclaimed Rogue as she, Bobby and John walked up from the woods.
There hanging up side down from the from one of the trees just outside the front door was the headless body of a stag. The head had literally been torn off, other than that the body was completely in tact.
A puddle of blood had accumulated on the ground in a large dark circle.
"What did that?!" asked Bobby rather socked at the sight himself.
"Sabertooth," said John a little too relaxed for the situation at hand, "looks like it's venison for dinner tonight."
"Does he do stuff like this a lot?" asked Bobby.
"Ya," confirmed Pyro, "but never anything this big."
"What do you mean?" inquired Bobby.
"Small stuff," explained Py, "like rabbits, quail, pheasant, trout-he even nabbed a fox once."
"And Mystique doesn't care that there's blood everywhere and an animal carcass hanging outside from a tree?!" asked Rogue, "I find that hard to believe."
"Actually, they came to an agreement awhile back, 'as long as he cleans it she'll cook it'."
" "That's all well and good," said Rogue, "but I think you two are missing the big picture here-"
"Oh, really and what's that?" asked St. John sarcastically.
"Where's the head?!" asked Rogue still a bit disturbed.
"Who knows?" said John shrugging.
"Crushed it," came a voice from behind.
The three teens spun around to find Creed standing behind them holding a recently sharpened titanium carving knife.
"Good to know," said Rogue meekly, as she stared at the shiny blade of the knife.
Just then Toad walked out the front door.
"Did you guys want help with your jet pack-or was Vic here in the middle of an Anatomy lesson?" Toad smirked when he saw the look on kids' faces as Sabertooth stood there with the knife.
"I'm up for the anatomy lesson," said Bobby.
"WHAT?!" Rogue and John gapped at Bobby.
"Hey, being launched into a metal wall at mach 1 once is more than enough for one day," said Bobby wearily.
"Fiahne, have it your way," sighed Rogue as she sat down on a rock.
"Why the hell not?" reasoned Py.
"Are you three serious?!" asked Toad a little taken back.
"Sure it's not like we have an previous engagements," said Popsicle (Bobby) sitting down beside Rogue.
"Even if we did," said Rogue with a smirk, "I doubt we'd make it-on tiahme anyway."
The three teens burst out laughing, while Sabertooth and Toad exchanged concerned looks obviously wondering about the younger mutant sanity.
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Meanwhile back at the Institute Cyke sat at his desk staring into space. It was the third day he had given his students the period off-with no assignment!
It was so out of character-there was no way the Prof. would be able to pass this up to come in and have a "heart to heart"-you know, just to see if everyone was ok.
Sure enough, as if on cue the Professor appeared at the door, wearing his usual warm smile, "Is everything alright, Scott?"
"Hmm?" Scott half snapped out of his day dream, "Ya, everything's fine."
"The students are starting to worry," said the Prof. as he wheeled over to the desk. As he got closer Xavier noticed that Cyke was sporting a 5 o'clock shadow.
"Funny, I thought they'd enjoy sometime off," said Scott staring off into space.
"Scott, that's not the point-and is that one of Logan's flanel shirts?!"
"Wha?," Scott looked down, "Oh ya, he let me borrow it yesterday-I haven't gotten around to doing any laundry since the last mission."
"So you slept in it?" asked the Prof.
"Oh no, I wasn't tired last night," said Scott rather pathetically.
That's when Xavier noticed a framed picture laying face down on Scott's desk. He stood it back up-It was a photo from the first time Scott, Jean and Ororo tried on the X-suit prototypes.
"Why don't you go lay down in the medical lab?" suggested Charles.
"I don't know-" said Scott hesitantly, "What if one of the students needs me?"
"Don't worry about it," assured the Prof. "I'm sure I can handle whatever comes up."
"Well, alright," said Scott reluctantly as he got up and trudged down to the med lab.
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Medical Lab
Hank, Logan and Kurt were waiting anxiously for Scott to come down. A huge wave of relief washed over them when they saw Scott at the door.
"So?" asked Hank hesitantly.
"Ja, what happened Herr Scott?" asked Kurt as he threw Cyke a damp towel.
Scott smiled as he took the towel to his face and washed away part of his 5 o'clock shadow, "He bought it."
"You magnificent bastard!" exclaimed Wolverine as he lit a cigar, "what pushed him over the edge?"
"I don't know," said Scott truthfully, "I think it was between Kurt's make- up job with the 5 o'clock shadow and Logan's shirt that peeked his concern right away, but Hank's idea to turn the picture down definitely drove the point home."
"Who cares what it was the point is it worked!" said Hank triumphantly.
"Wait-Are you sure it worked? I mean how do you know he didn't just read your mind and decide to play along, for now?" asked Wolverine.
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Ororo was standing sideways in front of the mirror in the vanity holding her shirt up to where her bra began.
Just then Victor walked in with a covered plate, "What are you doing?!" he half laughed.
"Wha?!" Ororo spun around, "Oh, you startled me."
"Something wrong?" Victor asked.
"Yes," said Storm a little nervously, "I'm starting to show!"
"Would you relax?" Vic rolled his eyes as he put the tray down on a table, "You were bound to eventually. Besides yer not showin' that much, it just looks like you had a few beers."
Storm sighed as she pulled her shirt back down, "How quickly you forget it's because I 'had a few beers' that were both standing here."