So much typing, sooo much typing. I think I'm getting Carpal Tunnel, and if
my arms fall off it's on Raven. I was trying to write some humor but her
drama story killed it all! My idiocy reserves are tapped. Darn. I also
don't know what a cumber bund is. : (
Disclaimer: The small amount of humor I have left must be preserved. No witty comment, we don't own X-Men Evolution.
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Locked, chapter four
The room Harrison had taken me to was small. Small and stark white. Even the chair. Its cleanness made me feel like I'd just rolled in mud. And considering what my clothes looked like, I figured I must have.
The longer I sat there the more worried I became. What was going on? There was no reason they should be taking so long. Unless they were trying to freak me out. Well my blood pressure was just about through the roof so I guess they had succeeded. What if there was poison seeping into the room? I began to drum my fingers on the table. Somehow I felt like I was at school. That thought made me want to put my head down and take a nap. I hated school.
Maybe if I threw the chair at the wall that would make them come in. It also might make them beat me with nightsticks. I began considering which would be worse, waiting or horrible pain. Both kind of sucked. Why was the doorknob white? Wouldn't it be kind of hard for them to see?
I was really beginning to get annoyed. My head hurt, my stomach was full of mush, I would eventually have to go back to my room and put up with Kenny some more, and I smelled. I didn't need to be kept waiting.
I jumped when the door finally did open. The man who stepped through was wearing a suit. It was black and it contrasted the white so much it hurt my eyes to look at anything but him. Probably the reason for all the whiteness.
"Dressed so fancy just for me? Why, I'm flattered. It could do with a cumber bund though." He looked at me like he was surprised that I could talk.
"Your name," he said after he'd recovered.
"Pyro," he looked confused.
"Your real name."
"Oh. Carlos Ortega." He must have though that was really my name because he scribbled it down on a piece of paper. Then he sat in the chair opposite me.
"Mr. Ortega, we would like to ask you a few questions."
"Okay." I said. He stared at his paper for a few minutes then he looked back up at me.
"Do you know anything about the X-Men?" he asked mechanically. Why would he ask that?
"The who?" I didn't like the X-Men but I still had a sense of morality. No one deserved to be in this place. Well Magneto did, but not anyone with a soul.
"The X-Men. You've never heard of them?" I shook my head, making sure I looked confused, not that looking confused is hard for me. "Well what about.. the Brotherhood of Mutants?" I shook my head again. He was beginning to look frustrated. "Um.. the Morlocks?" That's when I slipped. He saw my eyes widen before I could hide it. He smiled. It was a cold smile.
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After that happened, it was all over. I hadn't expected them to know about the Morlocks. They kept to themselves. Magneto barely knew about them! Maybe they had captured a Morlock, but all they had been able to get out of them was the name. None of the Morlocks would betray their team. But now I had, so it didn't matter.
The man in the suit left and someone else came in. He reminded me of Harrison, only compared to this one, Harry was Santa Claus. The first thing he did when he walked in the room was punch me in the face. Then he proceeded to scream at me and kick me while I tried to fight back. I couldn't even tell what he was saying. Finally he calmed down, he was still yelling at me only now I could understand him and he only kicked me when I didn't answer him.
"Where are they!? WHERE. ARE. THEY!?" My jaw hurt, being one of the places his boot had connected with my body. His foot flew out again when I didn't answer fast enough. My vision filled with black spots. I thought I was going to pass out if his kicked me in the head again. But I couldn't answer. The Morlocks had helped me, when they could have just as easily sent me away. I couldn't answer.
He kicked me a few more times then a buzzer sounded, obviously a signal for him to leave. I figured they would leave me in there, seeing as how the elevator was broken and now I was covered in a fresh layer of blood. For a while they did, just left me there, staining their pretty white room. I couldn't sense how much time had gone by, my head hurt again. It could have been five minutes or a few hours, but finally someone came in. There were two people who grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out.
I closed my eyes. The light hurt. I began to fear I had received some kind of brain damage. Then I began to fear I was going to die. Could you die from getting hit in the head with an iron bar, twice, and then getting kicked in the head repeatedly? It seemed possible.
They brought me to another room. Not so white. There was a swath of rug on the floor. That's where they dropped me. They probably needed their white room to scare other defenseless mutants.
I fell asleep. When I woke up I thought I was dead. My head felt floaty like it was swollen. Head injuries suck. I couldn't feel the rest of my body. I only felt a strange buzzing. It was everywhere.
I opened my eyes. I wasn't dead; I was still in the room they'd dragged me into. I tried to scream at the thing I saw floating in front of me. It was red looking and see through and it jiggled, like a wall of Jell- o. But my mouth didn't work. I couldn't even feel it. That made me want to scream more.
"Cut it out!" A voice commanded, "That ain't feel right!" Kenny? How.. The red thing began to take shape and solidify until it was Kenny. He still looked a bit see through. "I'm tryin' to fix your head, man. Calm down." Was that why I felt like I wasn't there?
It took a while but eventually he pulled back and shrugged. I sat up. I wanted to ask how he'd managed to use his powers in this place.
"A'right man. S'all done." He looked tired. "I had a hell of a time findin' you. Those dudes ain't never kept me overnight so I figured you's's either dead or you runt away." I just sat there. I was confused. "Uh, hello dude. Can I get a 'Gee thanks Kenny! You totally saved my life!'?
"Oh, uh, thanks. How did you.. don't they use those chip things?" he looked at me like he didn't know what I was talking about. "You know, the ones that suppress our powers?"
"Ohh, right. When they stapled it to my hand I half absorbed the bottom 'fore it started to work." I looked at the one on my hand. Stapled? That must have hurt like a bitch. Good thing I was passed out when they did it.
"Don't they have a camera in our cell?" I asked, panic rising in my chest. Kenny couldn't be stupid enough to just leave the room like that. Could he?
"I got you. I made a Kenny shape under my blanket then I gooed myself into the bed and then through the wall. Guess I better goo myself back 'fore they come up in here an' see me." He began to 'goo' again and melted into the floor. It make my stomach turn. I reached up to my head. He'd left the outer cuts there, but my skull didn't feel like someone had hit it with an axe anymore. Then it hit me. Kenny could use his powers but he was still here. He could be long gone by now. I would be.
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I know, it's really short. And it took a whole week to do! Cwazy. Raven got that far then said she was lost on how to go from there. Oh well. I feel bad for poor John, getting the stuff kicked out of him, all the time.
Lotus Pen: Thanks. Kenny has a 'Keep it Easy' life policy. It would be against his self laws to be not weird.
Lyranfan: My sister drew a picture of him in an orange shirt, but it was a T-shirt. Pyro does get stuck with weirdo's. I wasn't expecting to put Torpid in there, but I like how it turned out. And I had to put Piotr and Kurt in there somehow, because I love them! There's a thing called excess, Raccoon Eyes. Hahaha.
angyl-devyl- Fantasticallyriffic. That's my new favorite word! Thank you, but I don't think this chapter turned out as good.
Dreams of Magic- I don't know what Magneto did afterward, but I have an idea for him in the future. It wouldn't sound right if Pyro weren't a rage filled teenager with fire powers.
Karakin- I have an idea for how he escapes, but I also want to add Remy somewhere. That's kinda vague though, right now.
Disclaimer: The small amount of humor I have left must be preserved. No witty comment, we don't own X-Men Evolution.
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Locked, chapter four
The room Harrison had taken me to was small. Small and stark white. Even the chair. Its cleanness made me feel like I'd just rolled in mud. And considering what my clothes looked like, I figured I must have.
The longer I sat there the more worried I became. What was going on? There was no reason they should be taking so long. Unless they were trying to freak me out. Well my blood pressure was just about through the roof so I guess they had succeeded. What if there was poison seeping into the room? I began to drum my fingers on the table. Somehow I felt like I was at school. That thought made me want to put my head down and take a nap. I hated school.
Maybe if I threw the chair at the wall that would make them come in. It also might make them beat me with nightsticks. I began considering which would be worse, waiting or horrible pain. Both kind of sucked. Why was the doorknob white? Wouldn't it be kind of hard for them to see?
I was really beginning to get annoyed. My head hurt, my stomach was full of mush, I would eventually have to go back to my room and put up with Kenny some more, and I smelled. I didn't need to be kept waiting.
I jumped when the door finally did open. The man who stepped through was wearing a suit. It was black and it contrasted the white so much it hurt my eyes to look at anything but him. Probably the reason for all the whiteness.
"Dressed so fancy just for me? Why, I'm flattered. It could do with a cumber bund though." He looked at me like he was surprised that I could talk.
"Your name," he said after he'd recovered.
"Pyro," he looked confused.
"Your real name."
"Oh. Carlos Ortega." He must have though that was really my name because he scribbled it down on a piece of paper. Then he sat in the chair opposite me.
"Mr. Ortega, we would like to ask you a few questions."
"Okay." I said. He stared at his paper for a few minutes then he looked back up at me.
"Do you know anything about the X-Men?" he asked mechanically. Why would he ask that?
"The who?" I didn't like the X-Men but I still had a sense of morality. No one deserved to be in this place. Well Magneto did, but not anyone with a soul.
"The X-Men. You've never heard of them?" I shook my head, making sure I looked confused, not that looking confused is hard for me. "Well what about.. the Brotherhood of Mutants?" I shook my head again. He was beginning to look frustrated. "Um.. the Morlocks?" That's when I slipped. He saw my eyes widen before I could hide it. He smiled. It was a cold smile.
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After that happened, it was all over. I hadn't expected them to know about the Morlocks. They kept to themselves. Magneto barely knew about them! Maybe they had captured a Morlock, but all they had been able to get out of them was the name. None of the Morlocks would betray their team. But now I had, so it didn't matter.
The man in the suit left and someone else came in. He reminded me of Harrison, only compared to this one, Harry was Santa Claus. The first thing he did when he walked in the room was punch me in the face. Then he proceeded to scream at me and kick me while I tried to fight back. I couldn't even tell what he was saying. Finally he calmed down, he was still yelling at me only now I could understand him and he only kicked me when I didn't answer him.
"Where are they!? WHERE. ARE. THEY!?" My jaw hurt, being one of the places his boot had connected with my body. His foot flew out again when I didn't answer fast enough. My vision filled with black spots. I thought I was going to pass out if his kicked me in the head again. But I couldn't answer. The Morlocks had helped me, when they could have just as easily sent me away. I couldn't answer.
He kicked me a few more times then a buzzer sounded, obviously a signal for him to leave. I figured they would leave me in there, seeing as how the elevator was broken and now I was covered in a fresh layer of blood. For a while they did, just left me there, staining their pretty white room. I couldn't sense how much time had gone by, my head hurt again. It could have been five minutes or a few hours, but finally someone came in. There were two people who grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out.
I closed my eyes. The light hurt. I began to fear I had received some kind of brain damage. Then I began to fear I was going to die. Could you die from getting hit in the head with an iron bar, twice, and then getting kicked in the head repeatedly? It seemed possible.
They brought me to another room. Not so white. There was a swath of rug on the floor. That's where they dropped me. They probably needed their white room to scare other defenseless mutants.
I fell asleep. When I woke up I thought I was dead. My head felt floaty like it was swollen. Head injuries suck. I couldn't feel the rest of my body. I only felt a strange buzzing. It was everywhere.
I opened my eyes. I wasn't dead; I was still in the room they'd dragged me into. I tried to scream at the thing I saw floating in front of me. It was red looking and see through and it jiggled, like a wall of Jell- o. But my mouth didn't work. I couldn't even feel it. That made me want to scream more.
"Cut it out!" A voice commanded, "That ain't feel right!" Kenny? How.. The red thing began to take shape and solidify until it was Kenny. He still looked a bit see through. "I'm tryin' to fix your head, man. Calm down." Was that why I felt like I wasn't there?
It took a while but eventually he pulled back and shrugged. I sat up. I wanted to ask how he'd managed to use his powers in this place.
"A'right man. S'all done." He looked tired. "I had a hell of a time findin' you. Those dudes ain't never kept me overnight so I figured you's's either dead or you runt away." I just sat there. I was confused. "Uh, hello dude. Can I get a 'Gee thanks Kenny! You totally saved my life!'?
"Oh, uh, thanks. How did you.. don't they use those chip things?" he looked at me like he didn't know what I was talking about. "You know, the ones that suppress our powers?"
"Ohh, right. When they stapled it to my hand I half absorbed the bottom 'fore it started to work." I looked at the one on my hand. Stapled? That must have hurt like a bitch. Good thing I was passed out when they did it.
"Don't they have a camera in our cell?" I asked, panic rising in my chest. Kenny couldn't be stupid enough to just leave the room like that. Could he?
"I got you. I made a Kenny shape under my blanket then I gooed myself into the bed and then through the wall. Guess I better goo myself back 'fore they come up in here an' see me." He began to 'goo' again and melted into the floor. It make my stomach turn. I reached up to my head. He'd left the outer cuts there, but my skull didn't feel like someone had hit it with an axe anymore. Then it hit me. Kenny could use his powers but he was still here. He could be long gone by now. I would be.
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I know, it's really short. And it took a whole week to do! Cwazy. Raven got that far then said she was lost on how to go from there. Oh well. I feel bad for poor John, getting the stuff kicked out of him, all the time.
Lotus Pen: Thanks. Kenny has a 'Keep it Easy' life policy. It would be against his self laws to be not weird.
Lyranfan: My sister drew a picture of him in an orange shirt, but it was a T-shirt. Pyro does get stuck with weirdo's. I wasn't expecting to put Torpid in there, but I like how it turned out. And I had to put Piotr and Kurt in there somehow, because I love them! There's a thing called excess, Raccoon Eyes. Hahaha.
angyl-devyl- Fantasticallyriffic. That's my new favorite word! Thank you, but I don't think this chapter turned out as good.
Dreams of Magic- I don't know what Magneto did afterward, but I have an idea for him in the future. It wouldn't sound right if Pyro weren't a rage filled teenager with fire powers.
Karakin- I have an idea for how he escapes, but I also want to add Remy somewhere. That's kinda vague though, right now.