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Chapter One.
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Chapter Two.
Of Leaves and Logan.
Narrator: Flyk
So... here we were... sucked into the swirling vortex of colour that had enveloped our computer screen. Where we were, I could not tell, but I had the sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with the X-Men world, due to the fact that Amelia was turning into a cat, and my skin was turning translucent green. If you replace the word 'turning' with the word 'mutating' then my inference makes a little more sense.
"So..."
"So what?"
"So I'm green and you're a cat."
"I'm not entirely a cat. Yet... I think it's just the fur and claws and teeth and tail and ears and... stuff... Oh yeah, heightened senses."
"Oh."
At least we weren't still in our PJs. That would have been embarrassing. Instead we were both in jeans. I had my fave black T-shirt with "New York 26" on it and Amelia had her prettiful dark red shirt and her black trench coat on. She would have been warmer then me, but I didn't care. This was strange, as there was snow falling.
"By the way, Ame, your plate's still in and you're still wearing glasses."
"So that's why everything's blurry." She pulled off her glasses. "(#%(. That's SO COOL." For some reason she still had her plate in.
The translucent, glowing green skin thing was getting kind of annoying. I hoped like hell that it wasn't permanent. When we got home... if we got home, then my mum would think I'd been into the plutonium again. Last time that happened, she was not happy. And when I say not happy, that means that she was grumpier than she normally was, which is to say, grumpier than Mr. Burns when people are asking him for money. And that's bad. Really bad. It made me scared just thinking about it.
"You're thinking about what happened when your mum found you eating plutonium, aren't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"I dunno... I just sorta... felt it. So how'd you get that plutonium in the first place?"
"EBay."
"Oh."
We were in a sort of... forest thing. According to Amelia—she was a cat, after all, so we trusted her on this—we were in the forest on the grounds of the X-Men mansion thing. I walked through a tree.
"Cool. Definite upside to being green."
"Shut up." Amelia jumped into a tree. "I can't see how things can get much worse."
And then things got worse. Oh yes, they did.
"What the hell're you doin'?"
"#)(%##."
By the way, the above was my unadulterated swearing. Pretty neat, huh?
"Um..."
"Get out."
"How? We have no idea where the hell we are."
"#%&!(#!"
"What?"
"We just spoke to Hugh Jackman without the first words out of our mouths being, 'Can I have your autograph?'..."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
We were confusing poor Logan now. Ame fell out of the tree. I tripped over her and landed on the ground, passed through her and the ground, and ended up with my feet sticking out of a pile of leaflitter.
"Mmmph!"
"Crap."
"Who are you?"
"MMMPH!"
"We fell through a computer."
"Jesus."
At this point I managed to get out of the ground.
"We are screwed." That was me. As soon as I got the leaves out of my mouth.
"Yep. We are very very screwed indeed."
At least my skin wasn't green anymore...
A/N: Yeah, another short chapter. We'll make 'em longer! Promise! =fingers crossed behind backs=
Thanks so much to the people who reviewed! We WUV you!
Nianko: Aw, shucks. We feel special.
Coletterby: Glad you love it! Don't haunt us! We'll set Charisma on you! Here comes Chapter Two.
Chapter Two.
Of Leaves and Logan.
Narrator: Flyk
So... here we were... sucked into the swirling vortex of colour that had enveloped our computer screen. Where we were, I could not tell, but I had the sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with the X-Men world, due to the fact that Amelia was turning into a cat, and my skin was turning translucent green. If you replace the word 'turning' with the word 'mutating' then my inference makes a little more sense.
"So..."
"So what?"
"So I'm green and you're a cat."
"I'm not entirely a cat. Yet... I think it's just the fur and claws and teeth and tail and ears and... stuff... Oh yeah, heightened senses."
"Oh."
At least we weren't still in our PJs. That would have been embarrassing. Instead we were both in jeans. I had my fave black T-shirt with "New York 26" on it and Amelia had her prettiful dark red shirt and her black trench coat on. She would have been warmer then me, but I didn't care. This was strange, as there was snow falling.
"By the way, Ame, your plate's still in and you're still wearing glasses."
"So that's why everything's blurry." She pulled off her glasses. "(#%(. That's SO COOL." For some reason she still had her plate in.
The translucent, glowing green skin thing was getting kind of annoying. I hoped like hell that it wasn't permanent. When we got home... if we got home, then my mum would think I'd been into the plutonium again. Last time that happened, she was not happy. And when I say not happy, that means that she was grumpier than she normally was, which is to say, grumpier than Mr. Burns when people are asking him for money. And that's bad. Really bad. It made me scared just thinking about it.
"You're thinking about what happened when your mum found you eating plutonium, aren't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"I dunno... I just sorta... felt it. So how'd you get that plutonium in the first place?"
"EBay."
"Oh."
We were in a sort of... forest thing. According to Amelia—she was a cat, after all, so we trusted her on this—we were in the forest on the grounds of the X-Men mansion thing. I walked through a tree.
"Cool. Definite upside to being green."
"Shut up." Amelia jumped into a tree. "I can't see how things can get much worse."
And then things got worse. Oh yes, they did.
"What the hell're you doin'?"
"#)(%##."
By the way, the above was my unadulterated swearing. Pretty neat, huh?
"Um..."
"Get out."
"How? We have no idea where the hell we are."
"#%&!(#!"
"What?"
"We just spoke to Hugh Jackman without the first words out of our mouths being, 'Can I have your autograph?'..."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
We were confusing poor Logan now. Ame fell out of the tree. I tripped over her and landed on the ground, passed through her and the ground, and ended up with my feet sticking out of a pile of leaflitter.
"Mmmph!"
"Crap."
"Who are you?"
"MMMPH!"
"We fell through a computer."
"Jesus."
At this point I managed to get out of the ground.
"We are screwed." That was me. As soon as I got the leaves out of my mouth.
"Yep. We are very very screwed indeed."
At least my skin wasn't green anymore...
A/N: Yeah, another short chapter. We'll make 'em longer! Promise! =fingers crossed behind backs=