Once upon a time, there was a slightly insane water goddess. . . she was
known as River. She was hopelessly obsessed with the enemy. . . one of the
Acolytes. . . whose name was Piotr. And when it was decided that River
would not appear for a long while in her story of the young girl Natalie,
and that the Russian would most likely be paired with Kitty. . . she got
pissed and ran away to the local Dairy Queen to get hyped up on a vanilla
cookie blizzard. . . And now I return with my hauntingly good story!
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Eternity's Voice- Thanks a bunch! And yeah, ya pretty much got it right. . . hope the plot gets a little stupider/slightly funny in this chapter.
MoonlightPhoenix3- In cahoots? I like that, it's so ingenius! Look for it to be used; I really, really like that word.
Kerrigan- Thanks a bunch. You always have something nice to say about me! BOING!
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And now I present Chapter 8: Sweet as Honey
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"Kitty, please? Please I need yer help with this!"
A high-pitched plead came from the southerner's lips as she crossed her arms in frustration. Kitty stood across from her, slightly grinning at the girl.
"Natalie, we'll like get in so much trouble! And your neck is still hurting, isn't it?"
"Shoot no, the whiplash is gone."
"You were sick too though!"
"I don't know. . . maybe it was a twennie-four hour bug or somethin'? I feel fine now."
Kitty shrugged. "As long as I don't have to touch it."
Natalie smiled at her. "That's what we have shovels for, darlin'. Do we have a ride?"
Kitty snickered, about to respond, when Natalie cut her off. "You are not driving. I've heard stories about you."
Kitty frowned. "I'm not that bad!"
"Look, just hitch us a ride out to the nearest farm. . . How far away would that be?"
Kitty narrowed her eyes. "About thirty minutes maybe?"
Natalie smiled. "10 o'clock. Meet me out by the fountain. . . I'll bring the shovels. And don't get fancied up. We'll be getting dirty."
Kitty looked disgusted. "I totally cannot believe you guys used to do this stuff in Florida! You guys are sick!"
"Nah. . . just bored."
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10 o'clock. . . the fountain
* * *
Natalie leaned lazily against the fountain. Running water spilled over her slightly tanned legs, chilling them. She sported flip-flops and a black hoodie, with her black soffees. Her hair hung wet around her face. She carried two shovels, and a large potato sack. Bright orange eyes glowed from beneath dark shades.
"Natalie?" A voice whispered to her.
She jerked up from where she had stood previously. Kitty emerged, gently wheeling out a motorcycle- followed by Rogue?!
Both were dressed similarly to Natalie, and Rogue had her familiar scowl plastered to her pale face.
"Rogue will get us there on Logan's bike. . . then we'll take care of the rest."
"Got it Kit. Rogue, are you okay with chauffeuring us around?"
"Not lahk ah got somethin' bettah ta do."
Rogue slightly smiled.
"Good, let's roll!"
Rogue got on, bound in black knits, followed by Kitty, with Natalie on the back. They balanced the shovels between them, and started off. The bike was not meant to hold three girls, so they were rather slow and shaky. They traced the back roads leading out from Bayville until they reached a large field.
Natalie pointed. "Cows! Stop here."
They pulled over, and crept silently into the field. Rogue stayed at the fence to watch for passer-bys, while Kitty phased Natalie through the fence. They crawled through the grass until Kitty held her nose with disgust.
Natalie sniffed, then held her nose and smiled. "Looks like we found a cow- pie. Kinda smells like Jean."
Kitty laughed, then groaned as the smell overtook her. Rogue heard muffled laughter come from the field.
"What the hell are they doin'?"
Natalie and Kitty shoveled the cowpie into the bag, then walked forward to find many more. They worked gingerly and before long, the potato sack was filled with fresh dung.
"Natalie, like this is so gross. I'll like never get this smell out."
"You will, ah promise!" Natalie smiled at her. "Look it's midnight, we need to hurry!"
They ran back to where Rogue lay with the motorcycle, and they sped back toward the inner city.
* * *
"Ah'm lettin' ya'll off here."
Rogue stopped in front of Bayville High. The two girls hopped off with the bag balanced between them.
"Go, go!" Natalie whispered to her. "If Logan asks about us. . . don't tell him where we are. . . please?"
"Logan don't care 'bout that sugah, it's the bahk his lahfe revolves aroun'."
She sped off, leaving the shovels. Kitty sighed. "Let's like finish this."
She phased them inside. They quickly ran down the hall, to the junior hall, where Pietro's locker was located. Kitty phased the bag of cowpies into the locker, and then pulled out the bag. The smell was excruciatingly horrible.
Natalie smiled. "We better get going. . . I don't wanna leave Rogue bah herself with Logan, even if it is Rogue."
"I like thought you liked her."
They ran down the hall, and Kitty phased them out. They continued to run.
"Oh, ah do, but I don't think she's as tough as she wants people to think. Logan's scary, I don't want him to know we're in cahoots."
"Heh. . . you said cahoots." Kitty grinned and they ran back toward the Institute. Thankfully, it wasn't more than a few blocks.
(A/N: Thanks to MP3 for the word Cahoots, that was rather ingenius!)
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Logan stirred, then sat up. He sniffed the air. Why did he smell cowpie? He growled, then headed around the hallway, trying to find the source of the smell. He stopped at one door, then sighed to himself, knocking, then slowly pushed the door open.
"Stripes, where have you been?"
"Does it really matta, Logan?"
"Guess not." He growled, then stroked his chin. "'Night."
Rogue let out a barely audible sigh of relief. Too bad Logan had enhanced senses. On the other hand, Logan went easier on Rogue than with other students, so he really didn't care in the first place. All he cared about was getting to sleep. He pushed the door back open, then closed it, letting himself collapse on his own bed. Hopefully pleasant dreams awaited him.
Kitty and Natalie phased in through the side wall. Natalie went straight to her bathroom, whispering a quick "Goodnight Kit." Kitty left through the opposite wall and into her own room.
Natalie showered off, spending extra time in the bathroom just calming her nerves. She started to get back in the shower, when her vision changed. Black and red. . .
'Oh shit another vision. . .'
The rushing water. The girl grasping for anything, anything to get away. The cord. The sparks. She watched it slowly fall, into the water, the screams filled her ears. . .
Natalie snapped to attention and realized she was still wet from the shower. She toweled herself dry, then crawled under the covers, too tired and scared to even bother getting fully dressed. She would only get a few hours of sleep anyway, it was almost 1 am.
* * *
Beep. Beep.
Natalie stirred, then looked down. "Oh, for heaven's sake!"
She wrapped a sheet around herself, then headed to her closet, dressing in her green and white vans, denim Tommy Jeans, and her green 'Luck of the Irish' ribbed tank. She smiled at herself. Today would be a good day.
She slipped downstairs quietly, putting on her shades, and grabbing her backpack at the end of the staircase. A few people were already downstairs, including Kitty. Natalie grinned to herself; Kitty was right. It was almost impossible to get the smell out, and she hadn't learned yet how hard it was. Kitty obviously found out the hard way, and sat with her arms crossed.
"Don't worry Kit, no one even cares."
"Like I do!"
"Sorry." Natalie perked her face up. "Come to school with me early. . . please?"
"Like, no way!"
"Please Kitty? Please, please, please. . . please?!"
"Okay! I'm coming!"
They started to walk out. "By the way Nat, Scott doing any better?"
"Who knows, ask Jean. . . they're inseperable."
"I like totally take it that you think he's icksome?"
"Worse. . . he's about a freakin' retard if I ever seen one."
Kitty just grinned as they walk to school.
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Natalie grinned when they reached the front steps of school. "Catch ya later Kit."
"Where are you going?"
"Getting' somethin'."
"From who?"
"The baseball team."
"But like you don't play. . ." Kitty followed her to the weight room. Natalie went inside, and opened the lock on the ball locker, taking out a bat.
"Like where did you get that key?"
Natalie grinned. "Found it. People sure aren't very careful with their things 'rund here."
She threw the keys on the desk.
"Natalie, I don't like this."
"Don't worry, it's not like I'm gonna kill someone. . ." She smiled. "I'll just lay up a hurtin' he'll never forget."
* * *
Pietro walked inside. His father kicked him out of the Acolyte Headquarters, thanks to that stupid Cajun. Always telling lies. So here he was, back at school. Late. But he didn't really care anyway.
* * *
St. John and Piotr walked inside of their new school.
"Wow mate, so this is our school now."
"Da."
"Guess I'm not makin' a good impression, ey mate? Bein' late on me first day and all that."
"Da, let's go to class now."
The two boys walked down the long hall towards the main office for tardy slips, when St. John lifted his nose.
"Uggh mate, that can't be normal." He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, and clicked the heel of his workboot against the tile floor. Piotr leaned against a locker.
"Den we go check it out, da?"
"Right mate."
* * *
Pietro couldn't get over the smell. He walked toward his locker, swearing and hoping it wasn't his. Alas, the fates were against him. He opened his locker, and cow poop fell onto his shoe. He swore, then tried to quickly brush some of it off of his books. Natalie was phased through the wall behind him. Kitty nodded to her, phasing back inside to the girl's bathroom.
St. John and Piotr rounded the corner to see a young girl come behind Magneto's son. The idiot was completely unaware of it. The young woman let out a cry of fury and swung the bat with all her might, knocking Pietro off of his feet. He was spun around into the lockers behind him, knocked unconscious. She threw the bat on top of him. Piotr frowned, and St. John gaped at the girl in shock.
"Oh my god I can't believe I just did that. . ." Natalie thought to herself. "Oh well, that faggot deserved it anyway."
St. John looked back at Piotr. "Go on mate, I got it." Piotr walked away and the Australian ran towards the girl.
He stopped behind her. "Nice swing, sheila. Couldn't have done better myself."
Natalie gasped and looked behind her. "St. John! You are the one that saved me!"
"I wouldn't say all that now. . ." He grinned.
A middle-aged man walked up behind the two, placing one hand on each of their shoulders.
"Mutants." He spat. "Such problems. Report to my office."
"But Mr. Kelly-"
"Principal Kelly, young lady."
"Principal Kelly, I-"
"She didn't do it, mate, I did." St. John stepped forward, then looked back at her.
"What are you doing?!" She mouthed to him.
"I can handle trouble better than you can, go now."
She nodded sadly and walked away. She really didn't know what she's gotten into. But she was determined to make things right- and she should start by apologizing to the fire god and claiming responsibility. She ran back to Principal Kelly. He heard footsteps and spun around, glaring angrily at her.
"I'm the one that did it. . . not him."
"Sticking up for him, huh?" He pointed to him. "Detention for you for a week including Saturday Mr. Allerdyce, and as for you. . ."
He eyed her suspiciously.
"I guess a week's detention for you too. . . including Saturday." He sighed. "But I'm calling the Professor. And you're going home early."
She rolled her eyes and followed the two men to the office.
* * *
Natalie walked outside, glancing inside through the office window. St. John smiled at her. She smiled back. Pietro was in the nurse's office, still unconscious. Life was good. Mr. Logan walked out briskly behind her. She frowned. Life sucked.
"Wayne", he said as he opened the driver's side door, "You know you're grounded until detention is over this week."
"Yessa."
"And you'll be washing the teams' uniforms?"
"Yessa."
"And you've got ten danger room sessions lined up for this week, since you can't handle a Brotherhood boy face to face?"
She sighed. "Yessa."
"Okay then good." He smiled at her. "By the way, nice swing."
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Eternity's Voice- Thanks a bunch! And yeah, ya pretty much got it right. . . hope the plot gets a little stupider/slightly funny in this chapter.
MoonlightPhoenix3- In cahoots? I like that, it's so ingenius! Look for it to be used; I really, really like that word.
Kerrigan- Thanks a bunch. You always have something nice to say about me! BOING!
* * *
And now I present Chapter 8: Sweet as Honey
* * *
"Kitty, please? Please I need yer help with this!"
A high-pitched plead came from the southerner's lips as she crossed her arms in frustration. Kitty stood across from her, slightly grinning at the girl.
"Natalie, we'll like get in so much trouble! And your neck is still hurting, isn't it?"
"Shoot no, the whiplash is gone."
"You were sick too though!"
"I don't know. . . maybe it was a twennie-four hour bug or somethin'? I feel fine now."
Kitty shrugged. "As long as I don't have to touch it."
Natalie smiled at her. "That's what we have shovels for, darlin'. Do we have a ride?"
Kitty snickered, about to respond, when Natalie cut her off. "You are not driving. I've heard stories about you."
Kitty frowned. "I'm not that bad!"
"Look, just hitch us a ride out to the nearest farm. . . How far away would that be?"
Kitty narrowed her eyes. "About thirty minutes maybe?"
Natalie smiled. "10 o'clock. Meet me out by the fountain. . . I'll bring the shovels. And don't get fancied up. We'll be getting dirty."
Kitty looked disgusted. "I totally cannot believe you guys used to do this stuff in Florida! You guys are sick!"
"Nah. . . just bored."
* * *
10 o'clock. . . the fountain
* * *
Natalie leaned lazily against the fountain. Running water spilled over her slightly tanned legs, chilling them. She sported flip-flops and a black hoodie, with her black soffees. Her hair hung wet around her face. She carried two shovels, and a large potato sack. Bright orange eyes glowed from beneath dark shades.
"Natalie?" A voice whispered to her.
She jerked up from where she had stood previously. Kitty emerged, gently wheeling out a motorcycle- followed by Rogue?!
Both were dressed similarly to Natalie, and Rogue had her familiar scowl plastered to her pale face.
"Rogue will get us there on Logan's bike. . . then we'll take care of the rest."
"Got it Kit. Rogue, are you okay with chauffeuring us around?"
"Not lahk ah got somethin' bettah ta do."
Rogue slightly smiled.
"Good, let's roll!"
Rogue got on, bound in black knits, followed by Kitty, with Natalie on the back. They balanced the shovels between them, and started off. The bike was not meant to hold three girls, so they were rather slow and shaky. They traced the back roads leading out from Bayville until they reached a large field.
Natalie pointed. "Cows! Stop here."
They pulled over, and crept silently into the field. Rogue stayed at the fence to watch for passer-bys, while Kitty phased Natalie through the fence. They crawled through the grass until Kitty held her nose with disgust.
Natalie sniffed, then held her nose and smiled. "Looks like we found a cow- pie. Kinda smells like Jean."
Kitty laughed, then groaned as the smell overtook her. Rogue heard muffled laughter come from the field.
"What the hell are they doin'?"
Natalie and Kitty shoveled the cowpie into the bag, then walked forward to find many more. They worked gingerly and before long, the potato sack was filled with fresh dung.
"Natalie, like this is so gross. I'll like never get this smell out."
"You will, ah promise!" Natalie smiled at her. "Look it's midnight, we need to hurry!"
They ran back to where Rogue lay with the motorcycle, and they sped back toward the inner city.
* * *
"Ah'm lettin' ya'll off here."
Rogue stopped in front of Bayville High. The two girls hopped off with the bag balanced between them.
"Go, go!" Natalie whispered to her. "If Logan asks about us. . . don't tell him where we are. . . please?"
"Logan don't care 'bout that sugah, it's the bahk his lahfe revolves aroun'."
She sped off, leaving the shovels. Kitty sighed. "Let's like finish this."
She phased them inside. They quickly ran down the hall, to the junior hall, where Pietro's locker was located. Kitty phased the bag of cowpies into the locker, and then pulled out the bag. The smell was excruciatingly horrible.
Natalie smiled. "We better get going. . . I don't wanna leave Rogue bah herself with Logan, even if it is Rogue."
"I like thought you liked her."
They ran down the hall, and Kitty phased them out. They continued to run.
"Oh, ah do, but I don't think she's as tough as she wants people to think. Logan's scary, I don't want him to know we're in cahoots."
"Heh. . . you said cahoots." Kitty grinned and they ran back toward the Institute. Thankfully, it wasn't more than a few blocks.
(A/N: Thanks to MP3 for the word Cahoots, that was rather ingenius!)
* * *
Logan stirred, then sat up. He sniffed the air. Why did he smell cowpie? He growled, then headed around the hallway, trying to find the source of the smell. He stopped at one door, then sighed to himself, knocking, then slowly pushed the door open.
"Stripes, where have you been?"
"Does it really matta, Logan?"
"Guess not." He growled, then stroked his chin. "'Night."
Rogue let out a barely audible sigh of relief. Too bad Logan had enhanced senses. On the other hand, Logan went easier on Rogue than with other students, so he really didn't care in the first place. All he cared about was getting to sleep. He pushed the door back open, then closed it, letting himself collapse on his own bed. Hopefully pleasant dreams awaited him.
Kitty and Natalie phased in through the side wall. Natalie went straight to her bathroom, whispering a quick "Goodnight Kit." Kitty left through the opposite wall and into her own room.
Natalie showered off, spending extra time in the bathroom just calming her nerves. She started to get back in the shower, when her vision changed. Black and red. . .
'Oh shit another vision. . .'
The rushing water. The girl grasping for anything, anything to get away. The cord. The sparks. She watched it slowly fall, into the water, the screams filled her ears. . .
Natalie snapped to attention and realized she was still wet from the shower. She toweled herself dry, then crawled under the covers, too tired and scared to even bother getting fully dressed. She would only get a few hours of sleep anyway, it was almost 1 am.
* * *
Beep. Beep.
Natalie stirred, then looked down. "Oh, for heaven's sake!"
She wrapped a sheet around herself, then headed to her closet, dressing in her green and white vans, denim Tommy Jeans, and her green 'Luck of the Irish' ribbed tank. She smiled at herself. Today would be a good day.
She slipped downstairs quietly, putting on her shades, and grabbing her backpack at the end of the staircase. A few people were already downstairs, including Kitty. Natalie grinned to herself; Kitty was right. It was almost impossible to get the smell out, and she hadn't learned yet how hard it was. Kitty obviously found out the hard way, and sat with her arms crossed.
"Don't worry Kit, no one even cares."
"Like I do!"
"Sorry." Natalie perked her face up. "Come to school with me early. . . please?"
"Like, no way!"
"Please Kitty? Please, please, please. . . please?!"
"Okay! I'm coming!"
They started to walk out. "By the way Nat, Scott doing any better?"
"Who knows, ask Jean. . . they're inseperable."
"I like totally take it that you think he's icksome?"
"Worse. . . he's about a freakin' retard if I ever seen one."
Kitty just grinned as they walk to school.
* * *
Natalie grinned when they reached the front steps of school. "Catch ya later Kit."
"Where are you going?"
"Getting' somethin'."
"From who?"
"The baseball team."
"But like you don't play. . ." Kitty followed her to the weight room. Natalie went inside, and opened the lock on the ball locker, taking out a bat.
"Like where did you get that key?"
Natalie grinned. "Found it. People sure aren't very careful with their things 'rund here."
She threw the keys on the desk.
"Natalie, I don't like this."
"Don't worry, it's not like I'm gonna kill someone. . ." She smiled. "I'll just lay up a hurtin' he'll never forget."
* * *
Pietro walked inside. His father kicked him out of the Acolyte Headquarters, thanks to that stupid Cajun. Always telling lies. So here he was, back at school. Late. But he didn't really care anyway.
* * *
St. John and Piotr walked inside of their new school.
"Wow mate, so this is our school now."
"Da."
"Guess I'm not makin' a good impression, ey mate? Bein' late on me first day and all that."
"Da, let's go to class now."
The two boys walked down the long hall towards the main office for tardy slips, when St. John lifted his nose.
"Uggh mate, that can't be normal." He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, and clicked the heel of his workboot against the tile floor. Piotr leaned against a locker.
"Den we go check it out, da?"
"Right mate."
* * *
Pietro couldn't get over the smell. He walked toward his locker, swearing and hoping it wasn't his. Alas, the fates were against him. He opened his locker, and cow poop fell onto his shoe. He swore, then tried to quickly brush some of it off of his books. Natalie was phased through the wall behind him. Kitty nodded to her, phasing back inside to the girl's bathroom.
St. John and Piotr rounded the corner to see a young girl come behind Magneto's son. The idiot was completely unaware of it. The young woman let out a cry of fury and swung the bat with all her might, knocking Pietro off of his feet. He was spun around into the lockers behind him, knocked unconscious. She threw the bat on top of him. Piotr frowned, and St. John gaped at the girl in shock.
"Oh my god I can't believe I just did that. . ." Natalie thought to herself. "Oh well, that faggot deserved it anyway."
St. John looked back at Piotr. "Go on mate, I got it." Piotr walked away and the Australian ran towards the girl.
He stopped behind her. "Nice swing, sheila. Couldn't have done better myself."
Natalie gasped and looked behind her. "St. John! You are the one that saved me!"
"I wouldn't say all that now. . ." He grinned.
A middle-aged man walked up behind the two, placing one hand on each of their shoulders.
"Mutants." He spat. "Such problems. Report to my office."
"But Mr. Kelly-"
"Principal Kelly, young lady."
"Principal Kelly, I-"
"She didn't do it, mate, I did." St. John stepped forward, then looked back at her.
"What are you doing?!" She mouthed to him.
"I can handle trouble better than you can, go now."
She nodded sadly and walked away. She really didn't know what she's gotten into. But she was determined to make things right- and she should start by apologizing to the fire god and claiming responsibility. She ran back to Principal Kelly. He heard footsteps and spun around, glaring angrily at her.
"I'm the one that did it. . . not him."
"Sticking up for him, huh?" He pointed to him. "Detention for you for a week including Saturday Mr. Allerdyce, and as for you. . ."
He eyed her suspiciously.
"I guess a week's detention for you too. . . including Saturday." He sighed. "But I'm calling the Professor. And you're going home early."
She rolled her eyes and followed the two men to the office.
* * *
Natalie walked outside, glancing inside through the office window. St. John smiled at her. She smiled back. Pietro was in the nurse's office, still unconscious. Life was good. Mr. Logan walked out briskly behind her. She frowned. Life sucked.
"Wayne", he said as he opened the driver's side door, "You know you're grounded until detention is over this week."
"Yessa."
"And you'll be washing the teams' uniforms?"
"Yessa."
"And you've got ten danger room sessions lined up for this week, since you can't handle a Brotherhood boy face to face?"
She sighed. "Yessa."
"Okay then good." He smiled at her. "By the way, nice swing."