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Yes, this is the final chapter. This is it. Game over, man! Game over!...Enough of that, go ahead and read the thrilling conclusion. ********************************************************************
"You can't write that," Amara argued.
"And why not? I'm an author. I can do whatever I want. It's my story after all. Must I remind you?"
"Excuse me? YOUR story? I'm your muse so technically since there wouldn't be a story without me its my story."
Pyro looked at her, laughed, and in his most condescending voice said, "The new muse Amara, so cute in your inexperience. You have been cooped up in here all day and when that happens you don't think clearly. And when that happens you forget that I AM THE WRITER! It's my name that will appear on the cover, not yours. Why can't you just accept that my ideas are good ones?"
"Because a story about a ninja mouse isn't going to sell. I don't care how cute he is."
"What if he rode a motorcycle?"
"That's been written already. You can't steal someone else's characters."
"But, what if I call him Fred and he still takes Karate?"
"No. Now that I think of it, I don't know why I agreed to do this in the first place. You're impossible to work with."
"Me? If you didn't shoot down every one of my ideas like a hunter on holiday perhaps we would be writing instead of arguing. I could have a novel written by now if it weren't for you."
"You think you'd do better without me?"
"Right now? Yes, yes I would."
A smile spread across the girl's face. "Fine, I quit."
"You what?"
"I quit."
"You can't quit. How can I write anything without you?"
"You just said you'd be better off without me so I thought I'd just end your problems and leave."
"But, but, who's going to be my muse while your gone?"
"While I'm gone? I'm never coming back...ever. Until you can find some psychotic replacement you'll just have to make do with some lackey. I'm out of here." With a flick of the hair and the slam of the door she was gone.
Pyro collapsed onto the floor. "Gone," he wailed. "Gone! My own madness drove her to this. How shall I ever go on?" He stopped, thought for a second, and then, "Remy, Piotr, come in here!"
"Oui," Remy called, running into the room. "What is it Remy can do...for you?" He looked about the room.
"Where is the girl," Piotr asked. "I did not tell you to hide her somewhere."
"Gambit did not hide her," the Cajun argued. "But...perhaps she is playing a game?"
Pyro cleared his throat. "Do you have a cold," Gambit asked. "There are cough drops in the..."
"No, I don't have a cold and no, she isn't playing hide and seek."
"Bathroom," Colossus suggested.
"She QUIT," Pyro yelled. "She got mad at me and left."
"Gambit could always call up Rogue for you. Maybe she would..."
"No, I have a much better idea."
"What," Colossus asked. "Calling up Shannon? She was very nice and I even think she was one of the girls on your list."
"No," Pyro shook his head.
"Uh, what is your solution? Gambit is just curious because you seem to have quite the evil grin on your face."
"Why don't you come into the other room and I'll show you," Pyro suggested.
"Alright, Gambit will play your game. Lead the way."
*********************************************************************** "Gambit, come on out," John called.
"NO! Gambit is not coming out in such a state. Not only is it demeaning but the color doesn't match Gambit's eyes."
"Oh, it can't be that bad. Colossus has come to terms with it. He's a very becoming muse. Come on, I have to pick a muse and I'd hat to think that my decision was biased simply because you refused to show yourself."
"Come, comrad, share in my misery," Colossus announced.
"Okay, Gambit is coming out!" A moment later the closet door opened to reveal a pleasantly pink Gambit, complete with tiara and shawl.
Pyro gasped, "Okay, now stand next to Colossus so I can pick one of you to play the role of the muse."
"Gambit would like to take this moment to say that this dress does not match his eyes or his shoes." He poked his sneakered foot out from under the ball gown to stress his point.
"Well, my purse does not match my dress," Colossus shot back. Indeed, the lime green purse looked rather odd against his maroon gown. "Why do we have to dress up anyways, Amara did not."
"That's right, she didn't. But please remember that she was a real muse and not a cheap male stand-in."
"Are you now saying that Gambit is cheap?"
"No, but you are an imitation muse, not nearly as good as the real thing. Now, let's see, who's more inspiring?"
The Cajun waved his hand in the air. "Oh, oh, pick Gambit."
"Actually, Colossus I think would be best for my new vision."
Colossus gave an odd smile. "I'm going to be a character in a novel."
"And what is wrong with Gambit?"
John looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean by 'what's wrong with you'?"
"Why can Gambit not be your muse?"
"Well, although I mush admit you look a bit more feminine there's a bit of a problem."
"Gambit is listening."
Pyro pointed to his chin. "I refuse to write about a bearded lady."
"But, Gambit is not a lady."
"Yes, but you're supposed to inspire me to write about a strong female character and I can't bring myself to write about one with facial hair."
"So, just don't write it in."
"But, even if I don't I'll still have you in mind and that would ruin it. Besides, I want to write a new version of Cinderella with her being a masked wrestler."
"You've been watching too much Mucha Lucha," Gambit accused.
"Maybe, but that's really none of your business since Colossus is now my muse until Amara comes crawling back to me."
"You do realize that there's a snowball's chance in hell of that happening," Gambit told Colossus, who only nodded sadly. They had to find a way of getting Amara back to save themselves from Pyro's insanity. They had to formulate a plan, a good plan. But that unfortunately would probably take too long to save them. ********************************************************************** The End...or is it? I smell a sequel, although it may take a while since I have no clue how they'd get themselves out of this mess, at least for now. Thank you to all my loyal reviewers who have stuck with me during this long process, I realize it's been almost a year since I started this thing. Ah, well. Until we meet again...See ya!
Yes, this is the final chapter. This is it. Game over, man! Game over!...Enough of that, go ahead and read the thrilling conclusion. ********************************************************************
"You can't write that," Amara argued.
"And why not? I'm an author. I can do whatever I want. It's my story after all. Must I remind you?"
"Excuse me? YOUR story? I'm your muse so technically since there wouldn't be a story without me its my story."
Pyro looked at her, laughed, and in his most condescending voice said, "The new muse Amara, so cute in your inexperience. You have been cooped up in here all day and when that happens you don't think clearly. And when that happens you forget that I AM THE WRITER! It's my name that will appear on the cover, not yours. Why can't you just accept that my ideas are good ones?"
"Because a story about a ninja mouse isn't going to sell. I don't care how cute he is."
"What if he rode a motorcycle?"
"That's been written already. You can't steal someone else's characters."
"But, what if I call him Fred and he still takes Karate?"
"No. Now that I think of it, I don't know why I agreed to do this in the first place. You're impossible to work with."
"Me? If you didn't shoot down every one of my ideas like a hunter on holiday perhaps we would be writing instead of arguing. I could have a novel written by now if it weren't for you."
"You think you'd do better without me?"
"Right now? Yes, yes I would."
A smile spread across the girl's face. "Fine, I quit."
"You what?"
"I quit."
"You can't quit. How can I write anything without you?"
"You just said you'd be better off without me so I thought I'd just end your problems and leave."
"But, but, who's going to be my muse while your gone?"
"While I'm gone? I'm never coming back...ever. Until you can find some psychotic replacement you'll just have to make do with some lackey. I'm out of here." With a flick of the hair and the slam of the door she was gone.
Pyro collapsed onto the floor. "Gone," he wailed. "Gone! My own madness drove her to this. How shall I ever go on?" He stopped, thought for a second, and then, "Remy, Piotr, come in here!"
"Oui," Remy called, running into the room. "What is it Remy can do...for you?" He looked about the room.
"Where is the girl," Piotr asked. "I did not tell you to hide her somewhere."
"Gambit did not hide her," the Cajun argued. "But...perhaps she is playing a game?"
Pyro cleared his throat. "Do you have a cold," Gambit asked. "There are cough drops in the..."
"No, I don't have a cold and no, she isn't playing hide and seek."
"Bathroom," Colossus suggested.
"She QUIT," Pyro yelled. "She got mad at me and left."
"Gambit could always call up Rogue for you. Maybe she would..."
"No, I have a much better idea."
"What," Colossus asked. "Calling up Shannon? She was very nice and I even think she was one of the girls on your list."
"No," Pyro shook his head.
"Uh, what is your solution? Gambit is just curious because you seem to have quite the evil grin on your face."
"Why don't you come into the other room and I'll show you," Pyro suggested.
"Alright, Gambit will play your game. Lead the way."
*********************************************************************** "Gambit, come on out," John called.
"NO! Gambit is not coming out in such a state. Not only is it demeaning but the color doesn't match Gambit's eyes."
"Oh, it can't be that bad. Colossus has come to terms with it. He's a very becoming muse. Come on, I have to pick a muse and I'd hat to think that my decision was biased simply because you refused to show yourself."
"Come, comrad, share in my misery," Colossus announced.
"Okay, Gambit is coming out!" A moment later the closet door opened to reveal a pleasantly pink Gambit, complete with tiara and shawl.
Pyro gasped, "Okay, now stand next to Colossus so I can pick one of you to play the role of the muse."
"Gambit would like to take this moment to say that this dress does not match his eyes or his shoes." He poked his sneakered foot out from under the ball gown to stress his point.
"Well, my purse does not match my dress," Colossus shot back. Indeed, the lime green purse looked rather odd against his maroon gown. "Why do we have to dress up anyways, Amara did not."
"That's right, she didn't. But please remember that she was a real muse and not a cheap male stand-in."
"Are you now saying that Gambit is cheap?"
"No, but you are an imitation muse, not nearly as good as the real thing. Now, let's see, who's more inspiring?"
The Cajun waved his hand in the air. "Oh, oh, pick Gambit."
"Actually, Colossus I think would be best for my new vision."
Colossus gave an odd smile. "I'm going to be a character in a novel."
"And what is wrong with Gambit?"
John looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean by 'what's wrong with you'?"
"Why can Gambit not be your muse?"
"Well, although I mush admit you look a bit more feminine there's a bit of a problem."
"Gambit is listening."
Pyro pointed to his chin. "I refuse to write about a bearded lady."
"But, Gambit is not a lady."
"Yes, but you're supposed to inspire me to write about a strong female character and I can't bring myself to write about one with facial hair."
"So, just don't write it in."
"But, even if I don't I'll still have you in mind and that would ruin it. Besides, I want to write a new version of Cinderella with her being a masked wrestler."
"You've been watching too much Mucha Lucha," Gambit accused.
"Maybe, but that's really none of your business since Colossus is now my muse until Amara comes crawling back to me."
"You do realize that there's a snowball's chance in hell of that happening," Gambit told Colossus, who only nodded sadly. They had to find a way of getting Amara back to save themselves from Pyro's insanity. They had to formulate a plan, a good plan. But that unfortunately would probably take too long to save them. ********************************************************************** The End...or is it? I smell a sequel, although it may take a while since I have no clue how they'd get themselves out of this mess, at least for now. Thank you to all my loyal reviewers who have stuck with me during this long process, I realize it's been almost a year since I started this thing. Ah, well. Until we meet again...See ya!