Calvin? Calvin? Calvin Doyle, come here this instant!
One minute, Mom!
Calvin Doyle drummed his fingers impatiently on the wood desk. 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100%.
YES! he yelled.
Calvin the bus is here; get your sorry butt out here before I take computer privileges away for a week!
Coming Mom!
Calvin pulled his finished CD out of the drive and hurried to get his backpack. The bus was right outside his New York house as he sped up to his fastest speed and just got to the bus before it pulled out of his street. He tried to find a seat that was not taken.
When he sat down, something happened. The CD he had finished flew out of his bag and up into the air, before falling, vertically, on to his hand. "Ouch! Son of a bitch that hurt!" He clutched his hand and with pain lifted his fingers to see the damage. There was a two and a half inch cut on his hand, and it was bleeding! "What the hell?!" He could not believe that a little piece of plastic with computer data could make a cut like that.
The bus came to a stop and a large group of kids came on the bus. Among them was a tall boy with brown hair. He came up to Calvin and sat down next to him. "Avery, look what Starcraft can do to your hand." As Calvin showed his friend the cut, he let out a sound of disgust, "You mean to tell me that a CD did this to you?" His voice was seeped in disbelief and surprise. "Ya and the funny thing is that I don't know how it happened." "Are you saying that you didn't see a CD come at you yelling Iraqi war cries?" asked the stunned boy. "No, that's not what I mean, the CD flew! I saw it; it flew into the air and then came down, or even back to my hand!" "Man, are you saying you got some sort of CD-arang?" asked the more than puzzled boy, "have you been in you granny's prune juice again?" Calvin tried to answer but the bus came to a stop at the school.
As he left with Avery behind him, he watched out the windows to see if there was anybody out to greet him. Sure enough, there was Butch, as mean as ever. "Oh shit!" murmured Calvin. "What?" asked Avery. "I was meant to give Butch Starcraft today, and there is blood on the disk." "So?" replied Avery. "So, the computer won't read the disk if it has blood on it. What should I do?" "Give him the disk and say that the blood is coloring on the disk." answered Avery. "Fine."
As the boys got off the bus, they heard a rumbling of an engine in the distance. They could see a motorcycle coming on the snowy road. The man on the motorcycle was scruffy, dirty, and had large mutton chops on his face. People started to gather around the curb and watch as the motorcycle drew closer. With a roar that cracked one of the school's widows, the motorcycle sped up to speeds that no normal motorcycle could reach.
"What in the name of god was that?" Calvin asked. His voice was wistful. He wondered who that man was, until he saw the arm bent around his arm. "Okay, Gargoyle, where's my CD?" the voice was deep and it sounded like Barry White with a head cold. This is the thing that we all have had in our school lives. The bully makes you do something because he has the muscle and not the brain. This isn't always true, though. There are some bullies that have the brain and the muscle, but that isn't really important. "Here you go Butch. I gave you the patched version with the cheats integrated. All you have to do is put in 'Butch' in the cheat console, and you have all the cheats you need." "What is the red mark on the disk?" asked the large bear of a boy. "It's...uh...an identification mark so you don't lose it."
After this little save of the morning, Calvin was cautious for the rest of the day. He still couldn't get over the man on the motorcycle. The license plate had CYCLOPS on it in blue letters. He had seen it before, at a train station up state, there had been some kind of big police thing at it after he had left, though. He wished he knew what had happened at that train station. The day went well. He had all the normal classes. They were as boring as normal, that is. All was good until the computer class. He entered the class and sat down. The computers were on and he started up Print Shop. He had a CD that he had been working on, and he put that in the drive. He went to the open menu and hit the D drive. An annoying message came up saying that there was no disk in the drive. He tried it again, same message. "I want your signs for the hockey game on my desk by the end of the class." the gruff voice of the Vancouver man, who was unfortunately his computer teacher, drilled through Calvin's brain. "Get to work you stupid, god damn, insignificant piece of, mother--" "Tsing!" the CD came whizzing out of the drive at a speed that would have made AOL Top Speed wet itself. It sliced right through the concrete stone pillar in the classroom. It didn't stop, though. "What the?" the teacher's words were silenced as he ducked to avoid the spinning red hot disk. It went around the room recklessly. Everyone rushed out of the room and into the hallway, except for Calvin. He just sat there, mesmerized at this flying piece of death.
* * * * * * *
Professor Xavier was in the middle of tracking Nightcrawler while he moved through the local area. Even though he was a trusting person, Kurt had been in many scrapes with the local German restaurants. Suddenly, a message came up on the humungous projection. There had been a use of mutant powers at a school in NYC. He opened a folder on the menu and looked up the names and faces of the students. He ran a DNA match with the children. A name and face came up. The names read: Calvin Doyle; Age: 13; Address: 23 White Street, Manhattan, NY, 73294. This was all the paraplegic needed, he mentally contacted Cyclopes, Storm, Nightcrawler, and Ice Man. "Go to New York and make a proposition."
The principle's office was grey. The whole room was grey. The walls, the floor, the ornaments, even his hair was grey, "What happened, Mr. Doyle?" If you could see the color of people's voices, his would be grey. "You see, I got mad and the CD went crazy. That's all that happened." Calvin's voice had an air of disbelieve. He didn't believe it either. A flying CD of death had come out of a Samsung drive. This kind of thing did not happen every day. "Mr. Doyle, this is a serious crime. You are facing destruction of school property. The drive you destroyed is worth two hundred dollars—." He was interrupted by the tall man enter the room. He was tall and had brown hair that half spiked. His eyes were a very strange sight, though. They were black with red pupils. He was wearing a brown trench coat. When he spoke, he spoke with a slur to everything. It wasn't like he was drunk, but he had a south of a boarder thing. "I have come to pick up my nephew." Calvin knew that this guy was a fake. The only uncle he had was in Vegas at The Homo Sapiens Club, dancing for Aunt Gary. There was nothing to do because the man took him by the arm and out the door. He turned to Calvin and gas started to come out of a vial in his hand. All went black.
When Calvin got up, he was scared. He was in a room that smelled like burned cigars. It reminded him of bad days in the ally. There were two people at a table. One was the man that had taken him out of the school. The other was a high school boy with a cute WWII lighter. The one that had taken him out of school was shuffling cards. He picked the one off the top, and showed it to the boy. The boy shook his head and laughed. The man picked another card, and another, and another. The answer was still the same. As the boy, with the card in his hand, laughed, the card grew bright and red. Then, IT EXPLODED!! "You should really stop that. We are not the largest group in the world, and we need all the followers we need. So, stop pissing each other off!" The voice of this man was deep. He would have been good in a Shakespeare play. He had grey hair and looked like he had seen something bad in his life time. He looked at Calvin with a look that saw right through him. It was like he knew what Calvin had been through and that he sympathized. Then, it hit him, this guy had kidnapped him. "What do you want with me?" he asked the man. "I want you to help me. I—we are of a breed that will soon be hunted down like vermin. I need you to help mutant kind and stop the people responsible for our prosecution. There is a colleague of mine that is in denial. There is a war coming between the mutants and the humans. It has already started, as I speak, there are mechanics working on machines that will be programmed to hunt us down and capture us for experiments" was the reply of the man. "We?" asked Calvin. "Yes Calvin, we. You are just realizing it, but you have powers, powers that are going to be useful. You have the power of CDs." Calvin did not know what he was talking about, though. How did this man know about him, and even his power. What did he mean by 'power'? Two CDs had gone crazy on the same day. Whop-de-do! Did this mean anything?
BOOM A hefty section of the wall blew in. Shrapnel blew everywhere. A tall man with a strange visor ran in. He was followed by a blue thing in a suit similar to the visor man. A high school age boy came in followed by a woman with white hair. "We've come for Calvin." said the visor guy in a commanding voice. "You have no use for this boy. I do. You do not need him as urgently as I do"
End of Part One
One minute, Mom!
Calvin Doyle drummed his fingers impatiently on the wood desk. 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100%.
YES! he yelled.
Calvin the bus is here; get your sorry butt out here before I take computer privileges away for a week!
Coming Mom!
Calvin pulled his finished CD out of the drive and hurried to get his backpack. The bus was right outside his New York house as he sped up to his fastest speed and just got to the bus before it pulled out of his street. He tried to find a seat that was not taken.
When he sat down, something happened. The CD he had finished flew out of his bag and up into the air, before falling, vertically, on to his hand. "Ouch! Son of a bitch that hurt!" He clutched his hand and with pain lifted his fingers to see the damage. There was a two and a half inch cut on his hand, and it was bleeding! "What the hell?!" He could not believe that a little piece of plastic with computer data could make a cut like that.
The bus came to a stop and a large group of kids came on the bus. Among them was a tall boy with brown hair. He came up to Calvin and sat down next to him. "Avery, look what Starcraft can do to your hand." As Calvin showed his friend the cut, he let out a sound of disgust, "You mean to tell me that a CD did this to you?" His voice was seeped in disbelief and surprise. "Ya and the funny thing is that I don't know how it happened." "Are you saying that you didn't see a CD come at you yelling Iraqi war cries?" asked the stunned boy. "No, that's not what I mean, the CD flew! I saw it; it flew into the air and then came down, or even back to my hand!" "Man, are you saying you got some sort of CD-arang?" asked the more than puzzled boy, "have you been in you granny's prune juice again?" Calvin tried to answer but the bus came to a stop at the school.
As he left with Avery behind him, he watched out the windows to see if there was anybody out to greet him. Sure enough, there was Butch, as mean as ever. "Oh shit!" murmured Calvin. "What?" asked Avery. "I was meant to give Butch Starcraft today, and there is blood on the disk." "So?" replied Avery. "So, the computer won't read the disk if it has blood on it. What should I do?" "Give him the disk and say that the blood is coloring on the disk." answered Avery. "Fine."
As the boys got off the bus, they heard a rumbling of an engine in the distance. They could see a motorcycle coming on the snowy road. The man on the motorcycle was scruffy, dirty, and had large mutton chops on his face. People started to gather around the curb and watch as the motorcycle drew closer. With a roar that cracked one of the school's widows, the motorcycle sped up to speeds that no normal motorcycle could reach.
"What in the name of god was that?" Calvin asked. His voice was wistful. He wondered who that man was, until he saw the arm bent around his arm. "Okay, Gargoyle, where's my CD?" the voice was deep and it sounded like Barry White with a head cold. This is the thing that we all have had in our school lives. The bully makes you do something because he has the muscle and not the brain. This isn't always true, though. There are some bullies that have the brain and the muscle, but that isn't really important. "Here you go Butch. I gave you the patched version with the cheats integrated. All you have to do is put in 'Butch' in the cheat console, and you have all the cheats you need." "What is the red mark on the disk?" asked the large bear of a boy. "It's...uh...an identification mark so you don't lose it."
After this little save of the morning, Calvin was cautious for the rest of the day. He still couldn't get over the man on the motorcycle. The license plate had CYCLOPS on it in blue letters. He had seen it before, at a train station up state, there had been some kind of big police thing at it after he had left, though. He wished he knew what had happened at that train station. The day went well. He had all the normal classes. They were as boring as normal, that is. All was good until the computer class. He entered the class and sat down. The computers were on and he started up Print Shop. He had a CD that he had been working on, and he put that in the drive. He went to the open menu and hit the D drive. An annoying message came up saying that there was no disk in the drive. He tried it again, same message. "I want your signs for the hockey game on my desk by the end of the class." the gruff voice of the Vancouver man, who was unfortunately his computer teacher, drilled through Calvin's brain. "Get to work you stupid, god damn, insignificant piece of, mother--" "Tsing!" the CD came whizzing out of the drive at a speed that would have made AOL Top Speed wet itself. It sliced right through the concrete stone pillar in the classroom. It didn't stop, though. "What the?" the teacher's words were silenced as he ducked to avoid the spinning red hot disk. It went around the room recklessly. Everyone rushed out of the room and into the hallway, except for Calvin. He just sat there, mesmerized at this flying piece of death.
* * * * * * *
Professor Xavier was in the middle of tracking Nightcrawler while he moved through the local area. Even though he was a trusting person, Kurt had been in many scrapes with the local German restaurants. Suddenly, a message came up on the humungous projection. There had been a use of mutant powers at a school in NYC. He opened a folder on the menu and looked up the names and faces of the students. He ran a DNA match with the children. A name and face came up. The names read: Calvin Doyle; Age: 13; Address: 23 White Street, Manhattan, NY, 73294. This was all the paraplegic needed, he mentally contacted Cyclopes, Storm, Nightcrawler, and Ice Man. "Go to New York and make a proposition."
The principle's office was grey. The whole room was grey. The walls, the floor, the ornaments, even his hair was grey, "What happened, Mr. Doyle?" If you could see the color of people's voices, his would be grey. "You see, I got mad and the CD went crazy. That's all that happened." Calvin's voice had an air of disbelieve. He didn't believe it either. A flying CD of death had come out of a Samsung drive. This kind of thing did not happen every day. "Mr. Doyle, this is a serious crime. You are facing destruction of school property. The drive you destroyed is worth two hundred dollars—." He was interrupted by the tall man enter the room. He was tall and had brown hair that half spiked. His eyes were a very strange sight, though. They were black with red pupils. He was wearing a brown trench coat. When he spoke, he spoke with a slur to everything. It wasn't like he was drunk, but he had a south of a boarder thing. "I have come to pick up my nephew." Calvin knew that this guy was a fake. The only uncle he had was in Vegas at The Homo Sapiens Club, dancing for Aunt Gary. There was nothing to do because the man took him by the arm and out the door. He turned to Calvin and gas started to come out of a vial in his hand. All went black.
When Calvin got up, he was scared. He was in a room that smelled like burned cigars. It reminded him of bad days in the ally. There were two people at a table. One was the man that had taken him out of the school. The other was a high school boy with a cute WWII lighter. The one that had taken him out of school was shuffling cards. He picked the one off the top, and showed it to the boy. The boy shook his head and laughed. The man picked another card, and another, and another. The answer was still the same. As the boy, with the card in his hand, laughed, the card grew bright and red. Then, IT EXPLODED!! "You should really stop that. We are not the largest group in the world, and we need all the followers we need. So, stop pissing each other off!" The voice of this man was deep. He would have been good in a Shakespeare play. He had grey hair and looked like he had seen something bad in his life time. He looked at Calvin with a look that saw right through him. It was like he knew what Calvin had been through and that he sympathized. Then, it hit him, this guy had kidnapped him. "What do you want with me?" he asked the man. "I want you to help me. I—we are of a breed that will soon be hunted down like vermin. I need you to help mutant kind and stop the people responsible for our prosecution. There is a colleague of mine that is in denial. There is a war coming between the mutants and the humans. It has already started, as I speak, there are mechanics working on machines that will be programmed to hunt us down and capture us for experiments" was the reply of the man. "We?" asked Calvin. "Yes Calvin, we. You are just realizing it, but you have powers, powers that are going to be useful. You have the power of CDs." Calvin did not know what he was talking about, though. How did this man know about him, and even his power. What did he mean by 'power'? Two CDs had gone crazy on the same day. Whop-de-do! Did this mean anything?
BOOM A hefty section of the wall blew in. Shrapnel blew everywhere. A tall man with a strange visor ran in. He was followed by a blue thing in a suit similar to the visor man. A high school age boy came in followed by a woman with white hair. "We've come for Calvin." said the visor guy in a commanding voice. "You have no use for this boy. I do. You do not need him as urgently as I do"
End of Part One