Voice Over, singing: Today is a glorious dayyyyyyyy. There shall be two new chaperonessssss within this lovely house of LIIIIIIIFEEEEEE! Now back to our story. When we last left our Unreal World cast visiting day had just ended now with the arrival of two new chaperones things get tense. Let's watch our heros, er, casts reaction to these changes....
Kat looked around then hid behind Tristan, whimpering. "Don't let the voices get me. The monkey king uses them to take his victims..."
Tristan edged away then realized Natasha was beside him. He moved back over to Kat, eyeing her hands critically.
"Check and mate, Richard." Tara slid the bishop across the board and placed him in his rightful place. She leaned back against the chair, smiling at him with a look she'd gotten from Toad when he was amused.
"It's not possible...what did I ever do to deserve this?"he mumbled, staring at the board in amazement. His whole demeanor was confusion and worry. He drank some more of his beer then turned into a worm, inching away from the table and under one of the sinks.
Mr. Orleans arrived and surveyed his cast of characters.
Angel continued trying to balance several spoons on her nose. Russ stared at Ashley, longingly, while she glared at Kat who was coloring a blue duck in some coloring book. Natasha played with her guitar while Tristan stayed on the other side of the room. Corey was mourning in the corner despite Kellie and Derek's whisphered plans beside him. Tara straightened out the chess pieces while whistling some tune to herself. John looked up from the burning computer before him; he glowered at Kat then Mr. Orleans before putting it out then beginning to type again.
"I present your new chaperones. First, you must all take these...." He handed out yellow and green pompoms to the girls who stared at him like he was a fool. He handed the guys what appeared to be Jester rods like used in Mardi Gras except Russ who drew closer to Ashley, hugging an armful of forks.
"Mine and Ashley's."
He was ignored by both his love interest, Ashley and their sponsor.
"Chaperone number one, chosen by the viewers is a fuzzy blue guy who knows just about everything except how to understand teenage girls. He's a scientist and spends most of his time locked away in a lab in the Charles Xavier mansion...welcome, HANK MCCOY!"
Cheering, applause and whistling met this introduction from all except Corey who hissed and buried himself further into the darkest corner of the house. The brightly colored sticks he'd given to the guys rattled around.
Hank entered, white lab coat billowing around him like a cape, glasses perched on his nose. A tube of yellow liquid was held in one hand while the other held a rather large twinkie, a smashed twinkie.
"Chaperone number two is a happily married man with one son, age eight who likes chasing creatures and hanging around with his many mutant relatives. He shoots laser beams from his eyes and has been married to a rumored to be psycho redhead...his time is altered between his day job as a Chip n' Dale dancer and his family....welcome, SCOTT SUMMERS AND HIS EIGHT YEAR OLD TERROR, DAVID ALEX SUMMERS!"
"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" The scream was an echo throughout the room. The spoons fell from Angel's face, clattering, and the others screamed.
David Summers entered and ran straight to Angel, throwing his arms around her mid section. "Aunt Angel! I've missed you...Daddy said I get to stay with you for weeks an' weeks an' weeks an' weeks,"he announced, proudly, smiling up at her. "Aren't you glad?"
Ashley made a choking sound then stared at first the little demon clinging to Angel's legs then Angel, herself. "They have a kid? A kid...A KID?! What kind of screwed up dimension do you live in, ANGEL?!"
She shrugged, patting the top of his head while his father followed. "Imagine baby-sitting him. I've had to live with him for eight years..."
Scott glared at her then pulled his son away. "Stop being mean to my child, Angel Elizabeth Blade-Lebeau."
David struggled out of his arms and ran to Ashley, staring up at her. "Wow, you're short. I think Aunt Tara mighta been a little taller than you..."
Ashley glared at him until he broke out into tears.
"Daddy, the mean lady's staring at me funny,"he sobbed before hidding behind his father. "Make her stop."
[Ashley: I thought The Brady Bunch were creepy in our time. They're married wth a kid...why wasn't I aware of this? WHY DIDN'T I KNOW THIS!?]
[Kat: Do you like pixie stixs? I like pixie stixs. Would you like a pixie stix? *she proceeded to toss several colored pixie stixs into the air before bouncing out, singing* It must have been love but it's over now.]
[Russ: *he twitched several times before settling into the chair, comfortablly* It's been a day and a half days since I slept. The aliens never leave me alone...that horrible screeching, singing that Kat does doesn't help.]
Meanwhile, we find our once-upon-a-time-heros gathered around the tv, eating roast beef sandwiches with chips and watching...THE UNREAL WORLD: WORLD PREMIER. Every member of the X-Men is present except for Remy who has been having target practice for quite some time now.
"Since when is my husband a Chip n' Dale dancer?!"Jean demanded, staring at the tv with tears brimming from her eyes.
Logan coughed. "We've known for sometime, Jeannie...Remy and I uh, accompanied him to get the application. You didn't really think he made all that money from Xavier, did you?"
Jean gaped with a fish face. Her lips moved in an O repeatedly but no sound came out.
"Would you two pipe down? Sheesh, we're tryin' to watch tv here,"Rogue called, shifting slightly but only tossing a handful of popcorn in their direction. Her attention never wavered from the television and it's game of Monopoly.
A large pile of money, candy, twinkies, and ketchup packets rested on the table. Bobby Drake sat nearby, counting it with Jubilee who held their new 'puppy' in her arms. The 'puppy' growled then bit into the coffee table, tearing out a chunk.
"Bad puppy!"
"Is this a good thing to be watching when Remy could come in any moment? I don't think he'd appreciate seeing this side of um...the child." Storm gnawed on her lower lip but didn't make a move to cut off the televison.
The others waved her off, intent upon the game on the television. Obviously the night before's program hadn't been just a joke about Strip Monopoly. Everyone was playing the game except Russ who was sitting in a corner twitching but staring at the tv or was it Ashley? Derek, Kellie, and Kat were...not present and everyone else was playing while Ashley looked on with vague intrest, drinking.
They'd hadn't figured out who was winning but Jubilee had become quite interested every time the camera showed Tristan; Bobby glowered and muttered something about 'damn womanizer, just like Remy'.
"What ev'ry one watching, mon ami?"a new voice asked from the doorway.
Several diffrent people scrambled to grab the remote before realizing it wasn't on the table.
Rogue stood in front of the tv, smiling at her husband. "Hi, honey. How was your training session?"
"Rogue, I can't see,"Bobby whined, throwing a peppermint at her. It hit her arm then bounced off, earning him a glare. "Sorry, ma'am."
"Oui. Dere somet'ing on de tv Remy not see, chere?"he questioned, shuffling a deck of cards, slowly from one hand to the other.
Collective breathe holding.
"Of course not, sugah. I just thought..ya might like a nice warm uh shower first, right?"
Remy started to speak but was interrupted by Logan's snort then Jean slamming her hand over his mouth.
"What, mon ami?"
"It's nothing, Remy. Logan's got something caught in his throat,"Jean hurriedly mumbled, smacking him on the back hard.
He coughed then gagged a moment.
Rogue moved slightly to the left, blocking the tv from Remy's prying eyes.
Remy studied them all for a moment then walked over and stood in front of Rogue, trying to see around her. She shifted every time to block his view. This continued for a few minutes before he simply picked her up and dropped her, ungracefully onto the couch then stared at the tv.
"What de hell is dis?"
Jubilee stared at him a moment then began her narrative. "It's called Strip Monopoly, Remy. It's played like normal monopoly except the losing person has to remove clothes...it's quite funny to watch. We're all betting on the winners. So far it's a tie vote between Tara and Tristan..." Her voice trailed off.
"Why is mon ange playing? Different question...why she losing?"
Bobby shrugged. "She's never been good at Monopoly, Remy..."
Remy glared at him. "Silence."
"Look, Gumbo, the kid's seveten, eighteen in seven months...can't you give her some freedom?"Logan asked, having regained control of himself.
"Non! Dis is why de Angel does not get...freedom. What's de number for dis Unreal World house?"
"It's on Speed Dial.."
"Oh, Remy must talk to de angel.."
Collective breathe holding continued.
Remy counted to ten, waiting for the phone to get answered. After a moment it was answered with a much too cheerful voice.
"Unreal World, Kat speaking, how can we make your life wonderful? Would you like the pixie queen, ninja turtles, or a special bottle of pixie dust?"the voice questioned, sounding like a hyperactive child.
"Non, dis be Remy and Remy wish to speak with Angel."
"One moment please..." Silence for a few moments then a screech that rattled the windows and put Banshee and Angel to shame came. "ANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL!"
Rogue hovered at the door of the room, listening to Remy's side of the conversation.
"Remy t'ought he told his angel not to play anymore strip games?.......dere not be any difference in de two, cher....ano'er thing-what's wit showing all de skin?...femme, speak English or else...get off de accursed phone, Tara Toynbee...DON'T Y'DARE HANG UP DIS PHONE...Remy will come down there...." Here he covered the mouth piece with one hand. "Roguey, find Remy's keys."
She rolled her eyes. "Find 'em yourself, Swamp Rat. Like Wolvie said she's seveteen...leave her alone."
"Non, mon belle petite not be old enough for dis." He uncovered the mouthpiece and resumed the one sided conversation. "Mon dieu, dat's enough...I'm not playing wit' you...ANGEL!"
Remy dropped the phone and began searching for his keys.
This has got to stop. His behavior's obsessive... Rogue turned and winked at Bobby who slid a ring of keys under the table then froze them there. They returned to the show in silence except for Remy's frenzied search.
"WHERE REMY'S KEYS?!"
THE UNREAL WORLD HOUSE
"Remy always that obsessive? I think they heard him halfway down the hall this time." Ashley looked up at Angel as she hung up the phone and slumped into a chair. While on the phone she'd dressed completely again.
Angel nodded, glumly then poured a bit of vodka into a glass that was already half full of orange juice. She'd set it there twenty minutes earlier and forgotten about it. She took a drink then gagged. "Yep, he's been like that since I was fifteen...you have no idea what it's like to be raised by him."
"Thank you for small miracles...knock on wood." She raised her empty glass for a moment in a toast then stared at it. "It's empty."
"Fill it."
She did, taking a few drinks from it. "A toast to not having Remy raise me."
"Knock on wood,"Angel mumbled with a roll of her eyes.
The sound of singing drew both their attention away from their conversation and toward the living room. Both girls walked to it, glancing around cautiously then noticing that the only occupants were Kat, Scott, Kellie, Derek, and Hank who was making notes.
"You've got to change your evil ways, baby
Before I stop lovin' you
You've got to change, baby
And every word that I say is true
You've got me runnin' and hidin'
All over town,"Scott sang, loudly off key while dancing with Kat,"You've got me sneakin' and a peepin'
And runnin' you down
This can't go on
Lord knows you've got to change
Baby, baby."
Kat took over the duet, holding what appeared to be a microphone cut out of cardboard.
"When I come home, baby
My house is dark and my thoughts are cold
You hang around, baby
With Jean and Joan and a who knows who
I'm getting tired of waiting and fooling around
I'll find somebody that won't,"she sang, earning several whimpers from a closet. Wait, closets didn't whimper.
Angel approached the door of the closet, picking up Natasha's guitar on her way over. She held it above her head like a baseball bat.
"Be careful, Angel, it might be...a clone of Kat."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Make me feel like a clown
This can't go on
Lord knows you've got to change."
Kat continued singing, ignoring the frightened whimpering closet and Angel's menacing moves toward the closet with the guitar raised high above her head.
"Whatever you are I HAVE A GUITAR AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT!"
She jerked the door open and slammed the guitar down...right on top of a jumble of limbs.
"RUN AWAY!"
Derek yelped and ran for cover, diving under a table. Kellie followed a few moments later, pressing her hands over her mission. Natasha stared at the remains of her guitar then looked up at Angel with something close to murder in her eyes.
"That was my guitar, Angel, I liked that guitar." The long talons on each of her hands slid free and she glowered at her, standing.
"Uh...oops?" Angel stared a moment then took off running from the room.
Natasha started to take off after her.
Kat's excited screech halted her movement for only a second. "KITTY! YOU'RE BACK AND YOU GOT A SEX CHANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Stunned silence for several moments broken only by footsteps that echoed slightly.
"I don't have time for this,"Natasha growled, taking off out of the room in the direction Angel had gone.
Everyone stared in stunned silence at Kat who began to cry.
"Kitty doesn't like me!!!!! The pixie queen used her monkey servants to make KITTY HATE ME! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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Yeah, two updates in two days. Back-to-back. Cool, huh? Fast writing for me but hey, why disappoint the audience? There won't be another update on this until Mock Trial competition on Saturday's over...possibly an update on next Sunday.
F.Y.I. - The audience who read this will be pleased to know it's going places and there will be more guest appearances later. My other story-Alliance:Anti-Trust hit a standstill for the moment but I'll try to update it after Mock Trial competition or possibly before...who can tell with these things?
The power of suggestion is powerful so got any ideas? Leave a review and let me know...I would like to thank Anything but Ordinary3 and Pyromaniac666 for allowing me the use of their characters.
Kat looked around then hid behind Tristan, whimpering. "Don't let the voices get me. The monkey king uses them to take his victims..."
Tristan edged away then realized Natasha was beside him. He moved back over to Kat, eyeing her hands critically.
"Check and mate, Richard." Tara slid the bishop across the board and placed him in his rightful place. She leaned back against the chair, smiling at him with a look she'd gotten from Toad when he was amused.
"It's not possible...what did I ever do to deserve this?"he mumbled, staring at the board in amazement. His whole demeanor was confusion and worry. He drank some more of his beer then turned into a worm, inching away from the table and under one of the sinks.
Mr. Orleans arrived and surveyed his cast of characters.
Angel continued trying to balance several spoons on her nose. Russ stared at Ashley, longingly, while she glared at Kat who was coloring a blue duck in some coloring book. Natasha played with her guitar while Tristan stayed on the other side of the room. Corey was mourning in the corner despite Kellie and Derek's whisphered plans beside him. Tara straightened out the chess pieces while whistling some tune to herself. John looked up from the burning computer before him; he glowered at Kat then Mr. Orleans before putting it out then beginning to type again.
"I present your new chaperones. First, you must all take these...." He handed out yellow and green pompoms to the girls who stared at him like he was a fool. He handed the guys what appeared to be Jester rods like used in Mardi Gras except Russ who drew closer to Ashley, hugging an armful of forks.
"Mine and Ashley's."
He was ignored by both his love interest, Ashley and their sponsor.
"Chaperone number one, chosen by the viewers is a fuzzy blue guy who knows just about everything except how to understand teenage girls. He's a scientist and spends most of his time locked away in a lab in the Charles Xavier mansion...welcome, HANK MCCOY!"
Cheering, applause and whistling met this introduction from all except Corey who hissed and buried himself further into the darkest corner of the house. The brightly colored sticks he'd given to the guys rattled around.
Hank entered, white lab coat billowing around him like a cape, glasses perched on his nose. A tube of yellow liquid was held in one hand while the other held a rather large twinkie, a smashed twinkie.
"Chaperone number two is a happily married man with one son, age eight who likes chasing creatures and hanging around with his many mutant relatives. He shoots laser beams from his eyes and has been married to a rumored to be psycho redhead...his time is altered between his day job as a Chip n' Dale dancer and his family....welcome, SCOTT SUMMERS AND HIS EIGHT YEAR OLD TERROR, DAVID ALEX SUMMERS!"
"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" The scream was an echo throughout the room. The spoons fell from Angel's face, clattering, and the others screamed.
David Summers entered and ran straight to Angel, throwing his arms around her mid section. "Aunt Angel! I've missed you...Daddy said I get to stay with you for weeks an' weeks an' weeks an' weeks,"he announced, proudly, smiling up at her. "Aren't you glad?"
Ashley made a choking sound then stared at first the little demon clinging to Angel's legs then Angel, herself. "They have a kid? A kid...A KID?! What kind of screwed up dimension do you live in, ANGEL?!"
She shrugged, patting the top of his head while his father followed. "Imagine baby-sitting him. I've had to live with him for eight years..."
Scott glared at her then pulled his son away. "Stop being mean to my child, Angel Elizabeth Blade-Lebeau."
David struggled out of his arms and ran to Ashley, staring up at her. "Wow, you're short. I think Aunt Tara mighta been a little taller than you..."
Ashley glared at him until he broke out into tears.
"Daddy, the mean lady's staring at me funny,"he sobbed before hidding behind his father. "Make her stop."
[Ashley: I thought The Brady Bunch were creepy in our time. They're married wth a kid...why wasn't I aware of this? WHY DIDN'T I KNOW THIS!?]
[Kat: Do you like pixie stixs? I like pixie stixs. Would you like a pixie stix? *she proceeded to toss several colored pixie stixs into the air before bouncing out, singing* It must have been love but it's over now.]
[Russ: *he twitched several times before settling into the chair, comfortablly* It's been a day and a half days since I slept. The aliens never leave me alone...that horrible screeching, singing that Kat does doesn't help.]
Meanwhile, we find our once-upon-a-time-heros gathered around the tv, eating roast beef sandwiches with chips and watching...THE UNREAL WORLD: WORLD PREMIER. Every member of the X-Men is present except for Remy who has been having target practice for quite some time now.
"Since when is my husband a Chip n' Dale dancer?!"Jean demanded, staring at the tv with tears brimming from her eyes.
Logan coughed. "We've known for sometime, Jeannie...Remy and I uh, accompanied him to get the application. You didn't really think he made all that money from Xavier, did you?"
Jean gaped with a fish face. Her lips moved in an O repeatedly but no sound came out.
"Would you two pipe down? Sheesh, we're tryin' to watch tv here,"Rogue called, shifting slightly but only tossing a handful of popcorn in their direction. Her attention never wavered from the television and it's game of Monopoly.
A large pile of money, candy, twinkies, and ketchup packets rested on the table. Bobby Drake sat nearby, counting it with Jubilee who held their new 'puppy' in her arms. The 'puppy' growled then bit into the coffee table, tearing out a chunk.
"Bad puppy!"
"Is this a good thing to be watching when Remy could come in any moment? I don't think he'd appreciate seeing this side of um...the child." Storm gnawed on her lower lip but didn't make a move to cut off the televison.
The others waved her off, intent upon the game on the television. Obviously the night before's program hadn't been just a joke about Strip Monopoly. Everyone was playing the game except Russ who was sitting in a corner twitching but staring at the tv or was it Ashley? Derek, Kellie, and Kat were...not present and everyone else was playing while Ashley looked on with vague intrest, drinking.
They'd hadn't figured out who was winning but Jubilee had become quite interested every time the camera showed Tristan; Bobby glowered and muttered something about 'damn womanizer, just like Remy'.
"What ev'ry one watching, mon ami?"a new voice asked from the doorway.
Several diffrent people scrambled to grab the remote before realizing it wasn't on the table.
Rogue stood in front of the tv, smiling at her husband. "Hi, honey. How was your training session?"
"Rogue, I can't see,"Bobby whined, throwing a peppermint at her. It hit her arm then bounced off, earning him a glare. "Sorry, ma'am."
"Oui. Dere somet'ing on de tv Remy not see, chere?"he questioned, shuffling a deck of cards, slowly from one hand to the other.
Collective breathe holding.
"Of course not, sugah. I just thought..ya might like a nice warm uh shower first, right?"
Remy started to speak but was interrupted by Logan's snort then Jean slamming her hand over his mouth.
"What, mon ami?"
"It's nothing, Remy. Logan's got something caught in his throat,"Jean hurriedly mumbled, smacking him on the back hard.
He coughed then gagged a moment.
Rogue moved slightly to the left, blocking the tv from Remy's prying eyes.
Remy studied them all for a moment then walked over and stood in front of Rogue, trying to see around her. She shifted every time to block his view. This continued for a few minutes before he simply picked her up and dropped her, ungracefully onto the couch then stared at the tv.
"What de hell is dis?"
Jubilee stared at him a moment then began her narrative. "It's called Strip Monopoly, Remy. It's played like normal monopoly except the losing person has to remove clothes...it's quite funny to watch. We're all betting on the winners. So far it's a tie vote between Tara and Tristan..." Her voice trailed off.
"Why is mon ange playing? Different question...why she losing?"
Bobby shrugged. "She's never been good at Monopoly, Remy..."
Remy glared at him. "Silence."
"Look, Gumbo, the kid's seveten, eighteen in seven months...can't you give her some freedom?"Logan asked, having regained control of himself.
"Non! Dis is why de Angel does not get...freedom. What's de number for dis Unreal World house?"
"It's on Speed Dial.."
"Oh, Remy must talk to de angel.."
Collective breathe holding continued.
Remy counted to ten, waiting for the phone to get answered. After a moment it was answered with a much too cheerful voice.
"Unreal World, Kat speaking, how can we make your life wonderful? Would you like the pixie queen, ninja turtles, or a special bottle of pixie dust?"the voice questioned, sounding like a hyperactive child.
"Non, dis be Remy and Remy wish to speak with Angel."
"One moment please..." Silence for a few moments then a screech that rattled the windows and put Banshee and Angel to shame came. "ANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL!"
Rogue hovered at the door of the room, listening to Remy's side of the conversation.
"Remy t'ought he told his angel not to play anymore strip games?.......dere not be any difference in de two, cher....ano'er thing-what's wit showing all de skin?...femme, speak English or else...get off de accursed phone, Tara Toynbee...DON'T Y'DARE HANG UP DIS PHONE...Remy will come down there...." Here he covered the mouth piece with one hand. "Roguey, find Remy's keys."
She rolled her eyes. "Find 'em yourself, Swamp Rat. Like Wolvie said she's seveteen...leave her alone."
"Non, mon belle petite not be old enough for dis." He uncovered the mouthpiece and resumed the one sided conversation. "Mon dieu, dat's enough...I'm not playing wit' you...ANGEL!"
Remy dropped the phone and began searching for his keys.
This has got to stop. His behavior's obsessive... Rogue turned and winked at Bobby who slid a ring of keys under the table then froze them there. They returned to the show in silence except for Remy's frenzied search.
"WHERE REMY'S KEYS?!"
THE UNREAL WORLD HOUSE
"Remy always that obsessive? I think they heard him halfway down the hall this time." Ashley looked up at Angel as she hung up the phone and slumped into a chair. While on the phone she'd dressed completely again.
Angel nodded, glumly then poured a bit of vodka into a glass that was already half full of orange juice. She'd set it there twenty minutes earlier and forgotten about it. She took a drink then gagged. "Yep, he's been like that since I was fifteen...you have no idea what it's like to be raised by him."
"Thank you for small miracles...knock on wood." She raised her empty glass for a moment in a toast then stared at it. "It's empty."
"Fill it."
She did, taking a few drinks from it. "A toast to not having Remy raise me."
"Knock on wood,"Angel mumbled with a roll of her eyes.
The sound of singing drew both their attention away from their conversation and toward the living room. Both girls walked to it, glancing around cautiously then noticing that the only occupants were Kat, Scott, Kellie, Derek, and Hank who was making notes.
"You've got to change your evil ways, baby
Before I stop lovin' you
You've got to change, baby
And every word that I say is true
You've got me runnin' and hidin'
All over town,"Scott sang, loudly off key while dancing with Kat,"You've got me sneakin' and a peepin'
And runnin' you down
This can't go on
Lord knows you've got to change
Baby, baby."
Kat took over the duet, holding what appeared to be a microphone cut out of cardboard.
"When I come home, baby
My house is dark and my thoughts are cold
You hang around, baby
With Jean and Joan and a who knows who
I'm getting tired of waiting and fooling around
I'll find somebody that won't,"she sang, earning several whimpers from a closet. Wait, closets didn't whimper.
Angel approached the door of the closet, picking up Natasha's guitar on her way over. She held it above her head like a baseball bat.
"Be careful, Angel, it might be...a clone of Kat."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Make me feel like a clown
This can't go on
Lord knows you've got to change."
Kat continued singing, ignoring the frightened whimpering closet and Angel's menacing moves toward the closet with the guitar raised high above her head.
"Whatever you are I HAVE A GUITAR AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT!"
She jerked the door open and slammed the guitar down...right on top of a jumble of limbs.
"RUN AWAY!"
Derek yelped and ran for cover, diving under a table. Kellie followed a few moments later, pressing her hands over her mission. Natasha stared at the remains of her guitar then looked up at Angel with something close to murder in her eyes.
"That was my guitar, Angel, I liked that guitar." The long talons on each of her hands slid free and she glowered at her, standing.
"Uh...oops?" Angel stared a moment then took off running from the room.
Natasha started to take off after her.
Kat's excited screech halted her movement for only a second. "KITTY! YOU'RE BACK AND YOU GOT A SEX CHANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Stunned silence for several moments broken only by footsteps that echoed slightly.
"I don't have time for this,"Natasha growled, taking off out of the room in the direction Angel had gone.
Everyone stared in stunned silence at Kat who began to cry.
"Kitty doesn't like me!!!!! The pixie queen used her monkey servants to make KITTY HATE ME! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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Yeah, two updates in two days. Back-to-back. Cool, huh? Fast writing for me but hey, why disappoint the audience? There won't be another update on this until Mock Trial competition on Saturday's over...possibly an update on next Sunday.
F.Y.I. - The audience who read this will be pleased to know it's going places and there will be more guest appearances later. My other story-Alliance:Anti-Trust hit a standstill for the moment but I'll try to update it after Mock Trial competition or possibly before...who can tell with these things?
The power of suggestion is powerful so got any ideas? Leave a review and let me know...I would like to thank Anything but Ordinary3 and Pyromaniac666 for allowing me the use of their characters.