Double Trouble

I do not claim any of the X-men Evolution characters as my own. They belong to Marvel or whoever made them up. Any companies that are mentioned do not belong to me unless I claim them to be. I give full credit to J.R.R. Tolkien for his amazing knowledge in the Elvish language. I have 2 characters that are absolutely mine (Erick and Erica). You may not use them inappropriately. You may use them, just PPPLLLEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEEE don't make fun of them. It took me 3 years to bring them to life. I dedicate this story to one of my favorite fuzz-balls, Kurt Wagner, aka Nightcrawler. I really like reviews...but if you flame me, I'll flame Cyclopes. I'll make him look like a total dork next to Duncan.....

Summary: Kurt discovers someone, or actually two people that look startlingly familiar on a mad chase through the mansion.

The trap was set. Only a few minutes later and his prey would be caught. Kurt grinned fiendishly as he slipped a whoopee cushion under the pillow. He was given the job to set the table, and he wasn't going to let that opportunity go to waste. He had been banned from cooking in the kitchen ever since blue fuzz was discovered in the soup. For weeks he had been planning to get back at Kitty. Ever since she threw that water balloon in his bed when he was sleeping, he had been trying to give her a taste of what he experienced. Humiliation. What better part than having the whole mansion hear you fart at the dinner table? He hoped for sure that it would work. Kitty would never live this one down. The clomping on the stairs signaled the troops coming to eat dinner. Kurt hurriedly grabbed a seat across from where he could watch the fireworks begin.

The seats slowly began to fill up. Nobody took the seat directly in front of Kurt. It was as if they sensed that something was about to happen. Kitty and Logan were the last to arrive. Everybody was too busy eating to notice. A very loud and rude noise erupted, distracting everyone. Kurt looked up, smirking. "Wipe that smile off your face, elf." Kurt turned paler than his holowatch as he realized that Kitty was not the victim of his pranks. "You got two weeks of dishwasher duty." Logan grumbled. The room was deathly silent, save for a few chuckles from Kitty. Kurt sighed and teleported to the safety of his room.

It was just like any night in New York. Cars whizzing by, music blaring, and whatever else happens on Thursday nights. But this night was different. If one looked closely in the alleyways, they would notice 2 small forms in the darkness. Silent as shadows, and moving just as quickly….

Breathing, panting {Are you sure this is a good idea?}

{Nien.} {Do you have any better ones?}

{Come on, then. Last one to hitch a ride is a rotten egg!}

{See that big truck, the Coca-Cola truck? We're 'porting to that one.}

{Roger that.}

The two small figures vanish in a puff of smoke and land on top of the Coca-Cola truck.

{See, it wasn't that bad!}

{Ja, but that last 'port took a lot out of me}

{Wonder what time it is?}

{Time for you to get a watch!}

The truck rolls on, going into the suburban area known as Bayville. It rolls on lazily, as if the driver was sleeping instead of paying attention. It passes a very large mansion, with huge gates, and state-of-the-art security.

{Come on, mien bruder, this is our stop.}

{Where?}

{I'll show you!}

{On the count of three we teleport.}

{I'm going to die…}

{Eins...zwei...drei...}

Once again the diminutive figure vanish with smoke, ending up next to an enormous leafy bush.

{I'm so tired...}

{Let's just stay in the bush...just for tonight...}

The mystery figures yawn and stretch their arms before crawling into the bush. Soon, both are fast asleep in the bush with the stars twinkling above them.

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