CHAPTER VI
MUTANTS FOR DUMMIES
Curt sighed as he looked at his watch and realized he had been in the plane for three hours. Curt could've brought his textbooks and work up a new theory, but how did he know a pterodactyl attempting to make him join an organization bent on the destruction of Mutants would capture him?
"Ronnie", shouted Curt. "Where the hell do you live?"
"In Canada", said Ronnie.
"IN CANADA! What the hell were you doing in New Orleans?"
"Looking for a scientist".
"But you should've gone to Boson instead of New Orleans. That's where the science convention was. Was it that, or did you know that I going to be in the area?" There was no answer from Ronnie. "Is that Sauron man your buddy? Did he let me go intentionally? ANSWER ME GODDAM IT!"
"It's a matter of national security".
"Which nation? The Canadian nation? Are they going to start a war or something?"
"You have no idea". Ronnie began to laugh at Curt's comment, but Curt grabbed her by the throat and held her up high.
"IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME ANSWERS I WILL HAVE TO DO THIS!"
"If...you want me to pilot...the plane, let me go". She did have a point, however. Curt would have to leave her alone if they were going to live. Besides, he felt his skin starting to get hard and his blood turning green, so he dropped her.
"Now, all you will do is pilot the plane. If you do anything else, I will kill you".
"I'd like to see you try." Suddenly, she walked out of her seat and stood up tall. In a strange, alien fashion, her body transformed from top to bottom to a slender, scaly, almost naked being. Her skin was blue and scaled, her hair red, and her eyes an exotic yellow. However, Curt was not entranced by her mystic image and leaped at her, but with one powerful kick she kicked him out of the way, causing him to bump into the wall. "I wish I didn't have to do this. You are such a beautiful man". She then whipped out a large syringe with a sharp, pointy needle at the top. Curt tried to back up but she was too fast. Before his skin got scaly she injected the medicine into him, which caused him to doze off.
"Have a nice nap. It might be the last pleasant one you will ever have."
"His brain is deteriorating", said a deep male voice behind him.
"Excellent", said another voice, this time in a Canadian accent. "We will be able to use the drugs soon."
"Yes master", said the other voice. Curt might be considered a nosey person, for he always liked to know what was going on. So once he heard those voices, he immediately opened his eyes and woke up. However, he realized they weren't his normal eyes. They were his cat-eyes, the ones he donned whenever he became the Lizard. But that was impossible! Only he could become the Lizard when he was stressed out. Or so he thought.
"The beast is awake", said a familiar female voice behind him. Curt turned his head to see Ronnie walk up to him and rub his skin. "His skin is rock solid".
"That's why we went thorough all this trouble to get him", said the Canadian man. Curt could make out that Ronnie was there, a bald Canadian man was there, and...
"Oh, no", thought Curt. One thing that greatly troubled Curt was that Hank McCoy, also known as Beast, was there. He was wearing a strange, metal device on his head, so he probably didn't recognize Curt. In fact, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize Curt, for that happened when he was a baby. Curt did feel uncomfortable, however, in his presence. Curt didn't know whether it was his fault or not that he was a mutant, but he had always assumed it was.
"Hello, Connors", said the Canadian man, who walked up to Curt. "The lady in blue here is Mystique, and the man in blue is Beast, and I am called The Director How do you feel?"
"I feel like kicking your ass", said Curt.
"Excellent!" exclaimed the Director. "His violent instincts are kicking in. His brain has dulled further."
"If you don't tell me what is going on I'm going to kick everyone's ass", warned Curt.
"It doesn't look like you're in a position to use your big stick", said Mystique. "Besides, I thought Sauron already told you what we wanted with you."
"Where is your little dinosaur friend?" asked Curt. "I'd love to see him".
"He was captured by the N.O.P.D. He will come back to us, shortly, if his spine gets better."
"Just leave him be", said the Director. "Let the drugs do their work."
"DRUGS!" exclaimed Curt. "What drugs!"
"How do you think you got this way?" asked the Director. "And I thought you were a scientist..."
"I thought you wanted me to be dumb", hissed Curt.
"Oh, forget it", sighed the director. "Beast, get Curt some food. It might make him less hostile".
"What kind of food, my master?" asked Beast.
"Oh, just get him chunks of meat", said the director. "That's what they feed the alligators at the zoo".
"Yes, my mater", said Curt. Suddenly, a loud beeping noise surrounded the room, and Mystique ran to a computer positioned in the room.
"A large flying object is coming towards us on the north side", said Mystique. "It's the X-Jet".
"LOCK ALL DOORS!" yelled the Director. "Beast, deal with the X-Men. I will be handling some unfinished business". Suddenly, several doors began to lock up and letting no one but Beast and the Director go through. Even though to anyone else these events would seem scary, Curt felt a surge of hope. For the first time in several days, help had come to him.
MUTANTS FOR DUMMIES
Curt sighed as he looked at his watch and realized he had been in the plane for three hours. Curt could've brought his textbooks and work up a new theory, but how did he know a pterodactyl attempting to make him join an organization bent on the destruction of Mutants would capture him?
"Ronnie", shouted Curt. "Where the hell do you live?"
"In Canada", said Ronnie.
"IN CANADA! What the hell were you doing in New Orleans?"
"Looking for a scientist".
"But you should've gone to Boson instead of New Orleans. That's where the science convention was. Was it that, or did you know that I going to be in the area?" There was no answer from Ronnie. "Is that Sauron man your buddy? Did he let me go intentionally? ANSWER ME GODDAM IT!"
"It's a matter of national security".
"Which nation? The Canadian nation? Are they going to start a war or something?"
"You have no idea". Ronnie began to laugh at Curt's comment, but Curt grabbed her by the throat and held her up high.
"IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME ANSWERS I WILL HAVE TO DO THIS!"
"If...you want me to pilot...the plane, let me go". She did have a point, however. Curt would have to leave her alone if they were going to live. Besides, he felt his skin starting to get hard and his blood turning green, so he dropped her.
"Now, all you will do is pilot the plane. If you do anything else, I will kill you".
"I'd like to see you try." Suddenly, she walked out of her seat and stood up tall. In a strange, alien fashion, her body transformed from top to bottom to a slender, scaly, almost naked being. Her skin was blue and scaled, her hair red, and her eyes an exotic yellow. However, Curt was not entranced by her mystic image and leaped at her, but with one powerful kick she kicked him out of the way, causing him to bump into the wall. "I wish I didn't have to do this. You are such a beautiful man". She then whipped out a large syringe with a sharp, pointy needle at the top. Curt tried to back up but she was too fast. Before his skin got scaly she injected the medicine into him, which caused him to doze off.
"Have a nice nap. It might be the last pleasant one you will ever have."
"His brain is deteriorating", said a deep male voice behind him.
"Excellent", said another voice, this time in a Canadian accent. "We will be able to use the drugs soon."
"Yes master", said the other voice. Curt might be considered a nosey person, for he always liked to know what was going on. So once he heard those voices, he immediately opened his eyes and woke up. However, he realized they weren't his normal eyes. They were his cat-eyes, the ones he donned whenever he became the Lizard. But that was impossible! Only he could become the Lizard when he was stressed out. Or so he thought.
"The beast is awake", said a familiar female voice behind him. Curt turned his head to see Ronnie walk up to him and rub his skin. "His skin is rock solid".
"That's why we went thorough all this trouble to get him", said the Canadian man. Curt could make out that Ronnie was there, a bald Canadian man was there, and...
"Oh, no", thought Curt. One thing that greatly troubled Curt was that Hank McCoy, also known as Beast, was there. He was wearing a strange, metal device on his head, so he probably didn't recognize Curt. In fact, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize Curt, for that happened when he was a baby. Curt did feel uncomfortable, however, in his presence. Curt didn't know whether it was his fault or not that he was a mutant, but he had always assumed it was.
"Hello, Connors", said the Canadian man, who walked up to Curt. "The lady in blue here is Mystique, and the man in blue is Beast, and I am called The Director How do you feel?"
"I feel like kicking your ass", said Curt.
"Excellent!" exclaimed the Director. "His violent instincts are kicking in. His brain has dulled further."
"If you don't tell me what is going on I'm going to kick everyone's ass", warned Curt.
"It doesn't look like you're in a position to use your big stick", said Mystique. "Besides, I thought Sauron already told you what we wanted with you."
"Where is your little dinosaur friend?" asked Curt. "I'd love to see him".
"He was captured by the N.O.P.D. He will come back to us, shortly, if his spine gets better."
"Just leave him be", said the Director. "Let the drugs do their work."
"DRUGS!" exclaimed Curt. "What drugs!"
"How do you think you got this way?" asked the Director. "And I thought you were a scientist..."
"I thought you wanted me to be dumb", hissed Curt.
"Oh, forget it", sighed the director. "Beast, get Curt some food. It might make him less hostile".
"What kind of food, my master?" asked Beast.
"Oh, just get him chunks of meat", said the director. "That's what they feed the alligators at the zoo".
"Yes, my mater", said Curt. Suddenly, a loud beeping noise surrounded the room, and Mystique ran to a computer positioned in the room.
"A large flying object is coming towards us on the north side", said Mystique. "It's the X-Jet".
"LOCK ALL DOORS!" yelled the Director. "Beast, deal with the X-Men. I will be handling some unfinished business". Suddenly, several doors began to lock up and letting no one but Beast and the Director go through. Even though to anyone else these events would seem scary, Curt felt a surge of hope. For the first time in several days, help had come to him.