1:25 a.m.
"I swear to you, on this bottle of beer, we were not hookin' it!" Angel's voice had reached a mumbling like sound. She held up the beer bottle as if for proof.
Tara already knew what was coming when Remy took it from her hand.
"Dat beer bottle be empty, 'tite ange,"he pointed out, setting it back down and paying the bartender for another beer. "De swearing be bad also."
"Argh! I give up!"
"What was dat, cher?" Remy tilted his head to study her. Her response was less then polite and barely heard with her head buried in her arms.
"Va-te'n,"she mumbled without looking up. It translated into 'go away' but did no good against him. He simply patted the top of her head before returning to his drink.
"Logan, can't we just go back to the house? It's pointless for us to sit here while you two get as close to drunk as you can...can we please go?" Tara made her appeal to Logan while trying to make him look away from the stage where there was a new 'performer'. "LOGAN!"
"What, kid?"he asked without looking away. His expression was one of concentrated interest when he lifted the beer to his mouth and took a swallow. "You haven't told me yet how you got the money. Tell me and we'll take you both back."
"Washing cars!"she yelled for the twelth time. She hit one hand against the bar top with a glare at him. "Julius said he'd give us money if we washed EVERY car in the parking lot. We did; why do you think Angel was soaking wet?"
"No comment but can you prove it?"
"Not yet..." An idea came to her and she began to search through the few pockets she had, tossing random things off the counter. She came up with a business card. She closed her hand around it then caught Logan's arm, giving a hard yank. "We're going to get a second opinion."
"Who would this second opinion be?"he asked but followed her, leaving his beer with a muttered 'watch that, gumbo'. He allowed her to drag him over to the group of payphones in the corner then watched while she dialed the number.
How could I have forgotten that Landon gave me their number? It was so simple. It could have saved us at least part of the night with these two...pick up your phone, Landon. Tara continued to turn the card over, reading first the name and number then the business part of it.
Apocalypse. Adventurer. An address and phone number followed along with a listing of associates-Kanteon, Keller, Jax, and the last one had been blotted out with something like a black permanent marker.
The phone was picked up the other side. "Apocalypse's headquarters. Julius speaking,"came the voice with the drowsy sound of sleep to it but no cheerfullness. It simply sounded like someone interrupted from sleep.
"Juilus, it's Tara. Will you tell someone what we did tonight?"she demanded, tightening her hold on the phone and crossing her other fingers behind her back. Logan noted the move. "You will? Oh, thank you.....phone, Logan."
He took the phone and held it there, listening to breathing for a moment. He breathed heavily in response for a moment then spoke into the phone. "Who's this?"
"Julius. Am I suppoused to tell you what they did tonight?"
"Yes. What did Tara and Angel do tonight?"
Julius sat up from the sounds behind him, drawing in a breathe. He spoke almost in a monotone, almost. "Angel and I were playing around. I bet her that she and Tara wouldn't wash every car in the parking. She asked what the bet was; I offered them three hundred each. To my great suprise...they did it. I paid up. I am a man of my word. Can I go to sleep now?"
He hung up the phone in response to the boys question. "So you weren't lying but that doesn't mean it's over...does Pyro know where you are?"he demanded, looking down at the seventeen-year-old.
Her expression turned solemn and slightly depress. "No. The camera guy gave us the idea to sneak out using a maid's costume; Tasha was with us but decided to play Scrabble with Julius...they're probably still in the back room of the Silver Lizard Lounge."
"Oh they are? We'll fix her little red wagon. Go rejoin Angel and Gumbo." Logan waited until she was out of the room before making his phone call. The other end was answered after twelve rings.
"What?"
"I think there's something for you to see at the Silver Lizard Lounge..."
His growl was proof of his irritation. "Tasha."
"You get a cigar, asshole,"he answered then set the phone down with his friend still on the other line. He walked away, back toward the two children and their incapable current guardian. Things had gone bad within the time he was gone.
"Now don't talk dat way to mon ange! Dat's disrespectful and it be crude..." Remy stood and threw several selectively charged cards toward a young man with looks more fit for a college fraternity guy. Angel hadn't moved from her seat except she had begun to drink Remy's beer; Tara was leaned against the bar beside her, shaking her head in a pitying way.
"Gumbo, what's the meaning of this?"Logan demanded, stopping his friend/irritation of the moment with a glare. "Something happen while the kid and I were gone?"
"Dis...dis boy was makin a move on de angelic child..."
The boy smirked. "She looks more like a fallen angel to me. One I'd like to see without the barrier of clothes..."
Logan admitted he didn't really like the kid but nobody was going to treat her or any other girl that way. He stepped in between them but was saved from having to interfere when a beer bottle clocked the guy across the head. He went down like a sack of bricks.
"I hate people like him,"Angel scowled then motioned to Tara. "Let's wait in the car. I've had enough of clubs and the people that hang out there. I just want to go home and sleep."
Tara raised her hand. "I second the motion. Can we go home, Logan?"
"Which home do you mean, kid?"he asked without looking at either of them but catching hold of their arms. He all but dragged them from the bar with Remy in tow, slower. "The Unreal World house or the mansion?"
"The Unreal World...I have a feeling we're in trouble. Alot of trouble."
"I'd agree. Let's go..."
NEXT MORNING 11:28 a.m.
"I can't believe you two would do this again!" John's voice echoed through the living room with the force to shake windows. Strangely enough, it didn't but did cause both teenagers to grimace. "Today is a big day for me and you two couldn't even behave the night before! The play is suppoused to start today, sheliahs, today not tomorrow!"
"We're sorry, John!"Tara appealed with her straightest face only to earn a glare. She quickly looked down and tightened her arms around the printed out script. "Please let me play director. Please, please, please, please. I won't do it again."
Angel laughed but covered it with a coughing fit.
"Fine but one more slip up and...it's home for of both."
Voice Overture: I'm sure everyone has been keeping track of our show will be interested to know that the children will be presenting a play. It was written by our own St. John Allerdyce and will be directed by Tara Toynbee. The play is a spoof of Romeo and Juliet entitled MARTINA AND REESE. The story follows the devil-destroyed love of two teenagers who find themselves trapped between mutant/human realtions. Who actually writes this stuff?
"Hey, that would be me!"
Voice Overture: Sorry, John. Pratice has just begun for this amazing tale...let's look in on our young cast and director. Tension within the set...intriguing....
12:37 p.m.
"Ashley, you're not putting enough feeling into Martina! This is the man you love and he's being forbidden you for his mutation...feel the torrid romance!" John dumped his megaphone back into Tara's lap. He then turned his attention to the others. "Russ, you're not some poor fork obsessed mutant from the ghetto; you're Reese, son of the most powerful mutant in the world and sworn to kill all humans. Play the part!"
Tara rolled her eyes skyward where Natasha stood on a rafter, playing the dressed in black angel with holey clothes. Real black feather covered cardboard wings were on either side of her body. "Drama queen. Has Magneto called in the last few days? I haven't heard anything from him..."
Natasha nodded, sending a spray of black glitter down from her hair. Another of Kat's 'artistic touches'; these touches only irritated everyone else. "He's called twice. Once to tell us to straighten up before we get in real trouble and once to discuss the new mutants he'd like us to take on..."
"Any clue who they are yet?"she asked, tilting her head further back while the stage 'whisphers' continued before her. It didn't affect her conversation once she tuned out. "I'd like to know who we're targetting."
"As you know, Kellie and Derek are safe. Russ seems to have too many 'mental health' issues to sort out. Corey's among the list as is our little friend Angel...Retribution X members are off-limits since they ARE in the wrong dimension."
Tara stopped listening. Magneto wanted Angel. She didn't think she could do that to her best friend; she'd managed. Angel wasn't as strong and often either spaced out or retreated to herself; she wouldn't take well to that place. Although, she did have a few up with her normal appearance and empathy. It gave her an advantage.
"Why Angel? Her powers are typical if not a little combination..."
Natasha shrugged, sending down more black feathers. "How should I know? Ask him."
"Maybe I will."
John cleared his throat from his position at her side once more. He glowered at her. " 'Ello, sheliah. I'm sorry to interrupt the gossip hour but...WE HAVE A PLAY TO TURN OUT IN THREE WEEKS!"
"Sheesh, chill out, John,"she said, drawing her megaphone back to her mouth. She swallowed a moment and wet her lips before speaking. "Act III. Scene IV."
Ashley stared, blankly at the paper she held. She began to read after a moment; her expression changed with the words. "Craighton is nothing but a name. Give up your villianess ways and accept my love...ignore your father's plans and be mine,"she said for a moment then began to gag. The gagging continued for a few minutes until Kat burst onto the stage in a complete nurse uniform. Her strawberry blonde hair had been pulled back and pinned with several large, bright pink flower clips. Tristan chased after her, brandishing a large purple water gun that had been wrapped in duct tape.
"Get back here you...you evilness!"
"He's after me!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kat's shrieks echoed throughout the set while she ran forward. Her foot caught on a cord that was conviently attached to the hangar where Natasha waited in her costume. The hangar rattled, throwing her forward and over the side. Another sound split the air; this more a howl then a scream.
"Kaattttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!"
"Ah! The Pixie Queen!"Kat shrieked then proceeded to attack Natasha before Tristan caught up to her, waving his water gun. He slipped and tripped over his own feet then sprawled on the floor between the two females. His water gun flew across the room and hit the first part of Angel's set (a large building with the word PURPLE MONKEY BRA written across); this caused a chain reaction that knocked every piece of scenery and much of the furniture to the floor.
The Australian stood a moment, surveying the damage then pointed in the direction of outside. "Get out of my sight. All of you. You've ruined it..ruined it." His expression was something between anguish and real anger.
The set was vacated in under thirty seconds. Loud cursing followed the retreating group while in the background a piece entitled FIRE DANCE played at an incredibly fast rate. The band playing it went unseen but held several off key players; the song intensfied with the slamming of the door.
3:45 p.m.
There's a large crowd of youths gathered outside of the Unreal World House. Familiar faces among them include the members of Retribution X, some of the household members, Bobby and Jubilee with their puppy, and a million other youths. At the center of this group is Kat who has taken a liking to Natasha's guitar. She was busily strumming out notes while wearing the black, cardboard wings that the other girl had been wearing; a ton of Mardi Gras beads hung around her neck and a crown of flowers rested on her head.
"I'm so tired of being here
Supressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone."
Kat sang/screeched the words with the help of her audience. In the corner behind her, Ashley had removed a book from Richard's cooler. It was offered toward Russ as a kind of 'peace offering'.
Russ stared at it, not touching it. "What is it?"
"It's a book on stalking so that the next time you get obsessed with a girl you can stalk her right,"she answered with the book still offered. Something had changed since she'd talked to Richard and Tristan.
Tristan almost freaked over the whole Russ thing but Richard had talked to her about it. He'd reminded her that not all guys were the same. He wasn't a bad person. A little weird and completely obsessed with forks and her. Ashley had to admit it was flattering on some levels. Who else could claim to have a guy fall head over heels in love with them on a first meeting? Not many.
Logan, in their time, would hate it. He'd probably offer to kill the guy. He couldn't do it.
"Thanks, Ashley." He took the book and leafed through it then smiled at her.
Ashley hesitated a moment then smacked him. It was in the back of the head and hard.
Instead of getting upset or mad Russ simply smiled. A sign of affection in it's own way. "I'll remember this book next time I get an obsession,"he promised then hugged her. She stiffed but patted the top of his head.
A loud chorus of "awwwww" echoed from the gathered youths including Tara and Angel who were in a tree, tormenting squirrels. Yes, squirrels.
One of the vile creatures leaped forward and into the middle of Kat's sing-along. The fire hazard, clumsy girl took one look at the animal then screeched and slammed the guitar down upon his head. It promptly splintered into pieces.
Natasha's voice was the next sound along with the ripped of flesh as her talons came forward.
"KAT!"
Screams echoed from the sing-along group before they dispersed to run away. Some hid behind houses or trees while others ran further toward....home.
Angel and Tara remained in their tree, staring down at the movement below. After a moment all of the other house members and Retribution X had retreated into trees. The ground and grass below them had turned into a yard of fire; the fight was on.
"Go, Tasha! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"You can't kill Kat! We've tried, I've tried!"Tristan yelled, scrambling up higher in his tree. He watched them with a look of pure fear.
"Oh." It was unclear who uttered the sentiment.
John's voice over the megaphone broke their antics up. "THATS ENOUGH! GET IN HERE AND BEHAVE...OR NO MORE MOVIE NIGHTS. EVER."
The ending should be in about four or five chapters. The Unreal World ends after their play but things will return to normal. Retribution X vanishes the same night and there will be several more revelations including Tara's place of staying. For those interest, I plan to write an X-Men:Evolution fic within the next month or so; it is titled BAYVILLE, INTEGRATED. Chocolate chip cookies to anyone who can figure out the hidden meaning. Rogue-Demon signing off with muses in plastic, duct tape taped box.
"I swear to you, on this bottle of beer, we were not hookin' it!" Angel's voice had reached a mumbling like sound. She held up the beer bottle as if for proof.
Tara already knew what was coming when Remy took it from her hand.
"Dat beer bottle be empty, 'tite ange,"he pointed out, setting it back down and paying the bartender for another beer. "De swearing be bad also."
"Argh! I give up!"
"What was dat, cher?" Remy tilted his head to study her. Her response was less then polite and barely heard with her head buried in her arms.
"Va-te'n,"she mumbled without looking up. It translated into 'go away' but did no good against him. He simply patted the top of her head before returning to his drink.
"Logan, can't we just go back to the house? It's pointless for us to sit here while you two get as close to drunk as you can...can we please go?" Tara made her appeal to Logan while trying to make him look away from the stage where there was a new 'performer'. "LOGAN!"
"What, kid?"he asked without looking away. His expression was one of concentrated interest when he lifted the beer to his mouth and took a swallow. "You haven't told me yet how you got the money. Tell me and we'll take you both back."
"Washing cars!"she yelled for the twelth time. She hit one hand against the bar top with a glare at him. "Julius said he'd give us money if we washed EVERY car in the parking lot. We did; why do you think Angel was soaking wet?"
"No comment but can you prove it?"
"Not yet..." An idea came to her and she began to search through the few pockets she had, tossing random things off the counter. She came up with a business card. She closed her hand around it then caught Logan's arm, giving a hard yank. "We're going to get a second opinion."
"Who would this second opinion be?"he asked but followed her, leaving his beer with a muttered 'watch that, gumbo'. He allowed her to drag him over to the group of payphones in the corner then watched while she dialed the number.
How could I have forgotten that Landon gave me their number? It was so simple. It could have saved us at least part of the night with these two...pick up your phone, Landon. Tara continued to turn the card over, reading first the name and number then the business part of it.
Apocalypse. Adventurer. An address and phone number followed along with a listing of associates-Kanteon, Keller, Jax, and the last one had been blotted out with something like a black permanent marker.
The phone was picked up the other side. "Apocalypse's headquarters. Julius speaking,"came the voice with the drowsy sound of sleep to it but no cheerfullness. It simply sounded like someone interrupted from sleep.
"Juilus, it's Tara. Will you tell someone what we did tonight?"she demanded, tightening her hold on the phone and crossing her other fingers behind her back. Logan noted the move. "You will? Oh, thank you.....phone, Logan."
He took the phone and held it there, listening to breathing for a moment. He breathed heavily in response for a moment then spoke into the phone. "Who's this?"
"Julius. Am I suppoused to tell you what they did tonight?"
"Yes. What did Tara and Angel do tonight?"
Julius sat up from the sounds behind him, drawing in a breathe. He spoke almost in a monotone, almost. "Angel and I were playing around. I bet her that she and Tara wouldn't wash every car in the parking. She asked what the bet was; I offered them three hundred each. To my great suprise...they did it. I paid up. I am a man of my word. Can I go to sleep now?"
He hung up the phone in response to the boys question. "So you weren't lying but that doesn't mean it's over...does Pyro know where you are?"he demanded, looking down at the seventeen-year-old.
Her expression turned solemn and slightly depress. "No. The camera guy gave us the idea to sneak out using a maid's costume; Tasha was with us but decided to play Scrabble with Julius...they're probably still in the back room of the Silver Lizard Lounge."
"Oh they are? We'll fix her little red wagon. Go rejoin Angel and Gumbo." Logan waited until she was out of the room before making his phone call. The other end was answered after twelve rings.
"What?"
"I think there's something for you to see at the Silver Lizard Lounge..."
His growl was proof of his irritation. "Tasha."
"You get a cigar, asshole,"he answered then set the phone down with his friend still on the other line. He walked away, back toward the two children and their incapable current guardian. Things had gone bad within the time he was gone.
"Now don't talk dat way to mon ange! Dat's disrespectful and it be crude..." Remy stood and threw several selectively charged cards toward a young man with looks more fit for a college fraternity guy. Angel hadn't moved from her seat except she had begun to drink Remy's beer; Tara was leaned against the bar beside her, shaking her head in a pitying way.
"Gumbo, what's the meaning of this?"Logan demanded, stopping his friend/irritation of the moment with a glare. "Something happen while the kid and I were gone?"
"Dis...dis boy was makin a move on de angelic child..."
The boy smirked. "She looks more like a fallen angel to me. One I'd like to see without the barrier of clothes..."
Logan admitted he didn't really like the kid but nobody was going to treat her or any other girl that way. He stepped in between them but was saved from having to interfere when a beer bottle clocked the guy across the head. He went down like a sack of bricks.
"I hate people like him,"Angel scowled then motioned to Tara. "Let's wait in the car. I've had enough of clubs and the people that hang out there. I just want to go home and sleep."
Tara raised her hand. "I second the motion. Can we go home, Logan?"
"Which home do you mean, kid?"he asked without looking at either of them but catching hold of their arms. He all but dragged them from the bar with Remy in tow, slower. "The Unreal World house or the mansion?"
"The Unreal World...I have a feeling we're in trouble. Alot of trouble."
"I'd agree. Let's go..."
NEXT MORNING 11:28 a.m.
"I can't believe you two would do this again!" John's voice echoed through the living room with the force to shake windows. Strangely enough, it didn't but did cause both teenagers to grimace. "Today is a big day for me and you two couldn't even behave the night before! The play is suppoused to start today, sheliahs, today not tomorrow!"
"We're sorry, John!"Tara appealed with her straightest face only to earn a glare. She quickly looked down and tightened her arms around the printed out script. "Please let me play director. Please, please, please, please. I won't do it again."
Angel laughed but covered it with a coughing fit.
"Fine but one more slip up and...it's home for of both."
Voice Overture: I'm sure everyone has been keeping track of our show will be interested to know that the children will be presenting a play. It was written by our own St. John Allerdyce and will be directed by Tara Toynbee. The play is a spoof of Romeo and Juliet entitled MARTINA AND REESE. The story follows the devil-destroyed love of two teenagers who find themselves trapped between mutant/human realtions. Who actually writes this stuff?
"Hey, that would be me!"
Voice Overture: Sorry, John. Pratice has just begun for this amazing tale...let's look in on our young cast and director. Tension within the set...intriguing....
12:37 p.m.
"Ashley, you're not putting enough feeling into Martina! This is the man you love and he's being forbidden you for his mutation...feel the torrid romance!" John dumped his megaphone back into Tara's lap. He then turned his attention to the others. "Russ, you're not some poor fork obsessed mutant from the ghetto; you're Reese, son of the most powerful mutant in the world and sworn to kill all humans. Play the part!"
Tara rolled her eyes skyward where Natasha stood on a rafter, playing the dressed in black angel with holey clothes. Real black feather covered cardboard wings were on either side of her body. "Drama queen. Has Magneto called in the last few days? I haven't heard anything from him..."
Natasha nodded, sending a spray of black glitter down from her hair. Another of Kat's 'artistic touches'; these touches only irritated everyone else. "He's called twice. Once to tell us to straighten up before we get in real trouble and once to discuss the new mutants he'd like us to take on..."
"Any clue who they are yet?"she asked, tilting her head further back while the stage 'whisphers' continued before her. It didn't affect her conversation once she tuned out. "I'd like to know who we're targetting."
"As you know, Kellie and Derek are safe. Russ seems to have too many 'mental health' issues to sort out. Corey's among the list as is our little friend Angel...Retribution X members are off-limits since they ARE in the wrong dimension."
Tara stopped listening. Magneto wanted Angel. She didn't think she could do that to her best friend; she'd managed. Angel wasn't as strong and often either spaced out or retreated to herself; she wouldn't take well to that place. Although, she did have a few up with her normal appearance and empathy. It gave her an advantage.
"Why Angel? Her powers are typical if not a little combination..."
Natasha shrugged, sending down more black feathers. "How should I know? Ask him."
"Maybe I will."
John cleared his throat from his position at her side once more. He glowered at her. " 'Ello, sheliah. I'm sorry to interrupt the gossip hour but...WE HAVE A PLAY TO TURN OUT IN THREE WEEKS!"
"Sheesh, chill out, John,"she said, drawing her megaphone back to her mouth. She swallowed a moment and wet her lips before speaking. "Act III. Scene IV."
Ashley stared, blankly at the paper she held. She began to read after a moment; her expression changed with the words. "Craighton is nothing but a name. Give up your villianess ways and accept my love...ignore your father's plans and be mine,"she said for a moment then began to gag. The gagging continued for a few minutes until Kat burst onto the stage in a complete nurse uniform. Her strawberry blonde hair had been pulled back and pinned with several large, bright pink flower clips. Tristan chased after her, brandishing a large purple water gun that had been wrapped in duct tape.
"Get back here you...you evilness!"
"He's after me!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kat's shrieks echoed throughout the set while she ran forward. Her foot caught on a cord that was conviently attached to the hangar where Natasha waited in her costume. The hangar rattled, throwing her forward and over the side. Another sound split the air; this more a howl then a scream.
"Kaattttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!"
"Ah! The Pixie Queen!"Kat shrieked then proceeded to attack Natasha before Tristan caught up to her, waving his water gun. He slipped and tripped over his own feet then sprawled on the floor between the two females. His water gun flew across the room and hit the first part of Angel's set (a large building with the word PURPLE MONKEY BRA written across); this caused a chain reaction that knocked every piece of scenery and much of the furniture to the floor.
The Australian stood a moment, surveying the damage then pointed in the direction of outside. "Get out of my sight. All of you. You've ruined it..ruined it." His expression was something between anguish and real anger.
The set was vacated in under thirty seconds. Loud cursing followed the retreating group while in the background a piece entitled FIRE DANCE played at an incredibly fast rate. The band playing it went unseen but held several off key players; the song intensfied with the slamming of the door.
3:45 p.m.
There's a large crowd of youths gathered outside of the Unreal World House. Familiar faces among them include the members of Retribution X, some of the household members, Bobby and Jubilee with their puppy, and a million other youths. At the center of this group is Kat who has taken a liking to Natasha's guitar. She was busily strumming out notes while wearing the black, cardboard wings that the other girl had been wearing; a ton of Mardi Gras beads hung around her neck and a crown of flowers rested on her head.
"I'm so tired of being here
Supressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone."
Kat sang/screeched the words with the help of her audience. In the corner behind her, Ashley had removed a book from Richard's cooler. It was offered toward Russ as a kind of 'peace offering'.
Russ stared at it, not touching it. "What is it?"
"It's a book on stalking so that the next time you get obsessed with a girl you can stalk her right,"she answered with the book still offered. Something had changed since she'd talked to Richard and Tristan.
Tristan almost freaked over the whole Russ thing but Richard had talked to her about it. He'd reminded her that not all guys were the same. He wasn't a bad person. A little weird and completely obsessed with forks and her. Ashley had to admit it was flattering on some levels. Who else could claim to have a guy fall head over heels in love with them on a first meeting? Not many.
Logan, in their time, would hate it. He'd probably offer to kill the guy. He couldn't do it.
"Thanks, Ashley." He took the book and leafed through it then smiled at her.
Ashley hesitated a moment then smacked him. It was in the back of the head and hard.
Instead of getting upset or mad Russ simply smiled. A sign of affection in it's own way. "I'll remember this book next time I get an obsession,"he promised then hugged her. She stiffed but patted the top of his head.
A loud chorus of "awwwww" echoed from the gathered youths including Tara and Angel who were in a tree, tormenting squirrels. Yes, squirrels.
One of the vile creatures leaped forward and into the middle of Kat's sing-along. The fire hazard, clumsy girl took one look at the animal then screeched and slammed the guitar down upon his head. It promptly splintered into pieces.
Natasha's voice was the next sound along with the ripped of flesh as her talons came forward.
"KAT!"
Screams echoed from the sing-along group before they dispersed to run away. Some hid behind houses or trees while others ran further toward....home.
Angel and Tara remained in their tree, staring down at the movement below. After a moment all of the other house members and Retribution X had retreated into trees. The ground and grass below them had turned into a yard of fire; the fight was on.
"Go, Tasha! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"You can't kill Kat! We've tried, I've tried!"Tristan yelled, scrambling up higher in his tree. He watched them with a look of pure fear.
"Oh." It was unclear who uttered the sentiment.
John's voice over the megaphone broke their antics up. "THATS ENOUGH! GET IN HERE AND BEHAVE...OR NO MORE MOVIE NIGHTS. EVER."
The ending should be in about four or five chapters. The Unreal World ends after their play but things will return to normal. Retribution X vanishes the same night and there will be several more revelations including Tara's place of staying. For those interest, I plan to write an X-Men:Evolution fic within the next month or so; it is titled BAYVILLE, INTEGRATED. Chocolate chip cookies to anyone who can figure out the hidden meaning. Rogue-Demon signing off with muses in plastic, duct tape taped box.