Disclaimer: I don't own Al Yankovic. He's not selling his soul on Ebay. I
checked. Really, I did. Er... I don't own the X-Men. Actually, I did. But
Stan Lee stole them from my closet. I'm not lying! Why don't you believe
me? I'm wearing a shirt that says: Don't believe anything I say? Oh. Right.
Er... I- *Kernl Toad Sandrz pops up out of nowhere*
Kernl Toad Sandrz: I am your worst nightmare!!!
Pyrotic: *glare* Get back in your cage!! Er, I mean, go back to your story! Heh...
Kernl Toad Sandrz: I just came her to say that I am Elvis. Huh? That's not in the script? Oh, I knew that... Anyway, the fool who's writing this doesn't own all of the characters. I DO!! HAHAHAHAHA!! What? That's not in the script either? Oh... Okay, I own SOME of the characters. Also, the fool got permission to use them. HAHAHA!!! Erg... That's it. I think. Snarf...
Pyrotic: I resent that. Anyway, while I dispose of that idiotic... Er... Idiot, you can read this oh-so-suspenseful chapter.
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John leaned against the wall. His breathing was quick and shallow. He was wet, dripping water on the floor.
"John..." Rogue looked at him, "Did you do this?" She gestured at the hall.
"Not on purpose. This time."
Sam whispered, "This time?"
Jubilee kicked him, "Shut up! Why's everybody so tense? It's just John!"
Despite Sam's attempts to stop her, Jubilee ran forward.
"Hey, Johnny! Remember me?"
John looked slightly surprised to see her there, but rolled his eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you? My name's John, not Johnny."
Bobby chuckled, and Rogue elbowed him.
"So you do remember me!" Jubilee cried triumphantly.
"How could I forget?" John groaned, "Which reminds me, I have to find someone."
With that, he turned and left.
Rogue ran after him, Bobby following. Logan shrugged, and gestured for everyone else to follow suit.
"John!" Rogue called.
John ignored her.
"John, wait!"
"Can't."
"Yes, you can. John, I know where she is," Rogue tried again.
John whirled around, "What? Where?"
"She's fine," Rogue tried to reassure him, "She's with-"
John interrupted, "What about after all that?" he waved his hand towards where the hallway was mutilated, "Do you think she's fine after that?"
Rogue opened her mouth to speak, but John continued.
"Plus with all those sick-minded freaks running around. Do you think she'll stay fine after an encounter with one of them?"
"John..."
"Rogue, I know that she'll never use her power against anyone, whether she's in danger or not!"
"John!" Bobby caught up to them, "What's going on?"
John looked at Bobby, then raised his eyebrows, "Don't tell me he hasn't figured it out."
"He hasn't figured it out," said Jubilee. She paused, "What are we talking about?"
John sighed, "I can't tell you. There's no time. Rogue..." he put a hand up to her face.
Rogue felt his recent thoughts and memories rush into her. Then he removed his hand.
"I need to go. Now," John turned and began to leave again.
Logan caught his wrist, "Where ya goin', kid?"
John gave Rogue a desperate look, then he turned to Logan, "Please."
Logan was so surprised, he almost let John go. He had never heard John say 'please', let alone say anything in that pleading, despairing tone.
"John, what do you think you're going to do?" Rogue pointed to John's wrist, the one Logan had grabbed.
John followed her gaze. Around his wrist was one of the bracelets that contained mutant abilities.
"It doesn't matter," John said, pulling away from Logan, "Don't you know what her power is?"
With those parting sentiments, John took off down the hall, away from the others.
"John...!" Rogue put a hand over her mouth.
"What's going on?" Sam asked.
"We have to follow him."
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"You can watch Mr. Rogers, you can watch Three's Company. And you can turn on Fame or the Newly Weds Game, or the Addams' Family. Say, you can watch Barney Miller and you can watch your M-TV. And you can watch till your eyes fall out of your head, that'll be okay with me," Ruben sang.
Pietro groaned, "Haven't you run out of songs yet?"
"No, there's lots more to go," Ruben assured him, "And you can watch...TV!"
Amara tried not to laugh at the expression on Pietro's face, it hurt too much. So instead she turned to Slade.
"Are you okay?"
"I think so," Slade managed. He turned to look at her.
"Your eyes!" Amara gasped.
Slade blinked, "My eyes?"
"They're blue!"
"They've always been blue."
Amara shook her head, "They used to be pale. Now they're really... different."
Peitro peered into Slade's face, "Yeah, now they're... Hey, did you ever see 'Children of Dune'? After they have too much of that spice stuff... that's what your eyes look like."
Slade shrugged, avoiding Peitro's question. He had no idea what Peitro meant by 'Children of Dune', or 'spice'.
"You can watch Johnny Carson, you can watch Phil Donna Hue. And you can use TV Guide to help you decide whether-"
"Shut up!" Peitro shouted.
Ruben pouted.
"I don't sing that bad."
"Yeah, but your choice in music is horrible," Peitro shot back.
Ruben glared at him, but didn't have the energy to do anything. This triggered a thought through all of their minds. If they had almost been killed by their unseen torturer, what state was Ray in?
Ruben, trying to banish the thought from his mind began to sing again. This time no one tried to stop him.
"Sometimes I really want to be alone, but that's one state I'm never in..."
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Roberto groaned. His whole existence ached with such an intensity that remembering to breathe was almost as painful as breathing itself. He managed to turn his head to look for the others.
"Oh, man, I feel like I just got run over by that delivery boy again. With that new truck, too."
Toad was complaining, predictably.
"No, mum, today's Saturday, really," Shawn protested when Roberto tried to wake him up, "I used that excuse yesterday? Oh, well then, I'm not feeling... oh, it's summer?"
Shawn opened his eyes.
"You're not my mum," he informed Roberto.
Roberto coughed.
"You okay?" Shawn asked.
"No," Toad moaned.
"Not you," Shawn muttered, "Solar Panel Number Three over here."
"I think I'll be alright," Roberto assured him.
Shawn looked around, "Where's Aaron?"
Roberto gestured to Shawn's right, "I put him over there before I blacked out."
Shawn moved as quickly as his protesting muscles would allow over to his brother.
"What about me?" Toad whined, "Don't you want to know if I'm okay?"
"No," Shawn said, staring at Aaron's left hand. It was formed into a twisted claw.
"Roberto?"
Roberto followed his gaze, "Why...?" he didn't bother to finish the question.
"That... thing, whatever it was made our powers go ballistic. Since Aaron was unconscious, he wasn't able to transform himself back to normal again."
"Makes sense to me," Roberto replied.
"Yo, let's get on with this," Toad called, "This place is freakin' me out!"
"Owie," Bear stated loudly.
"Shut up," Evan said, "I need my beauty sleep."
"Really bad," Peter said, rubbing his aching head, "You're not something I want to wake up to in the morning."
"What was that?" Paste asked no one in particular.
Jean shrugged painfully, "I'm not sure."
"Owie," Bear said again, "Owie, I's hurts very-where."
"Very-where? Sounds like Tupperware," Evan grumbled.
"Worms. They're shearing a hound with shorts, they're thunder on baffwoom stink. They're crying inside my car, they're winning a scurvy twink," Bear seemed to have forgotten his pains, and was singing again. Unbeknownst to him, Ruben was singing the same song, only correctly.
"Excuse me, but shouldn't we be continuing our quest?" Pillbug inquired.
Scott nodded, and everyone managed to get to their feet.
"Which way were we going?" Peter asked.
Bear pointed, "Woogledemagerplegmorsh."
Scott raised his eyebrows, but led them the way Bear had chosen.
"They're fighting to eat the rose, they're snaking in every hiss. My finger's way up my nose, in every octopus. I'm ka-moochly lost, I'm gonna get Steven yet. Just send me some mice an' hay, just send me a toasty net..."
Kurt opened his eyes. And nearly fell out of the tree.
"Kurt?" A voice called his name weakly.
"I'm up here, Kitty!" Kurt yelled back. This time he did fall out of the tree.
Teleporting before he hit the ground, Kurt landed on top of Kitty anyway.
"Like, nice landing," Kitty commented.
"Thanks for breaking my fall," Kurt said, "And my back."
"Dude," Allen breathed, "You don't have to go and get totally flipped at each other."
Kurt and Kitty gave Allen a look that summed up: What?
Lance emerged from a grove of trees to their right.
"You guys okay?"
"Dude, I'm like, totally wiped."
"Like, I'm not sure."
"Not after Kitty broke every bone in my body."
Lance sighed, and sat down on a log.
"Are you, like, okay, Lance?" Kitty looked worried.
Lance nodded, "I've just got a killer headache."
"What do you think happened?" Kurt queried.
"Dude, maybe it was an alien from a galaxy far, far away!"
"Yeah, and its name was Chewbacca," Lance said sarcastically.
"Are you serious, dude?"
"No."
"Dude, then why did you say-?"
Kitty interrupted, "Now what?"
"Should we keep walking?" Lance asked.
Kurt shook his head, "No. I think we should rest."
"I'm fine," Lance insisted.
"Allen doesn't look so good," Kurt said, mispronouncing the name through his German accent. Although, Kurt thought, Lance doesn't look good either.
Allen looked around, "Al-len? Dude, I don't know an Al-len."
Kitty nodded, "Kurt's right."
Lance didn't answer, he was giving Allen a strange look.
"He forgot his name?"
Allen looked at him, "Dude, my name is Allen."
Kurt looked at him quizzically, "But that's what I said!"
"Uh, dude, you said Al-len," Allen countered, "I'm Allen. Remember? Remember, dude?"
Kurt stared at him, "What? What are you saying?"
"Dude, I just told you," Allen shook his head.
"Yes, but..." Kurt gave up, "Forget it."
"What?"
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Nightmare groaned. He brought a hand up to his head. It came away wet with blood, and the memory of what had happened was restored. In the middle of all of the blinding pain, he had managed to somehow hit his head off of something, blacking out.
Slowly, he sat up, registering the scene around him. The soldiers were gone. The other members in his group were still unconscious. All of a sudden, he heard a commotion outside of the door from which the soldiers had entered.
Next to Nightmare, Wanda stirred. She opened her eyes.
Weakly, she asked, in barely a whisper, "What is it?"
"Dunno."
Nightmare pulled himself to his feet. Walking over to the door, he found that the voices were closer than he had thought. The second he put his hand on the doorknob, the door flew open. Knocking the wind out of him, he was thrown into the wall.
Apparently, Rogue and the others had caught up to John. He had fought them off, and thrown open the door, not knowing that Nightmare was behind it.
He tore into the room, ignoring Nightmare, who was slightly dazed, and the people following him.
He knelt next to Crow, gently lifting her head from the ground.
"Wake up!" John pleaded, "Dammit, wake up, Kerri!"
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If I don't update in a few years, that means the scary hobo under my bed won't let me use the computer. (He's really Magneto in disguise, but don't tell him I told you) But if I don't update for a while, it means that I went on Christmas vacation. So I'll update sometime in the New Year. Yay! *blows one of those annoying New Year's horns* I'll be back... If the hobo lets me.
Goth13- So the truth comes out! I really didn't write this story! YOU did!! ... Or did you lie to me? *sniff* Oh, it was a typo? Heh. I'm a genius, really I am.
Chattypandagurl- Yay! A Returning Reader! Hmm... I think I need to call the Alliteration Misuse Office right now to turn myself in...
*wiggles fingers in a (hopefully) hypnotic way* You are getting sleepy, very sleepy. Now when I snap my fingers, you will wake up and REVIEW!! *snaps fingers*
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Kernl Toad Sandrz: I am your worst nightmare!!!
Pyrotic: *glare* Get back in your cage!! Er, I mean, go back to your story! Heh...
Kernl Toad Sandrz: I just came her to say that I am Elvis. Huh? That's not in the script? Oh, I knew that... Anyway, the fool who's writing this doesn't own all of the characters. I DO!! HAHAHAHAHA!! What? That's not in the script either? Oh... Okay, I own SOME of the characters. Also, the fool got permission to use them. HAHAHA!!! Erg... That's it. I think. Snarf...
Pyrotic: I resent that. Anyway, while I dispose of that idiotic... Er... Idiot, you can read this oh-so-suspenseful chapter.
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John leaned against the wall. His breathing was quick and shallow. He was wet, dripping water on the floor.
"John..." Rogue looked at him, "Did you do this?" She gestured at the hall.
"Not on purpose. This time."
Sam whispered, "This time?"
Jubilee kicked him, "Shut up! Why's everybody so tense? It's just John!"
Despite Sam's attempts to stop her, Jubilee ran forward.
"Hey, Johnny! Remember me?"
John looked slightly surprised to see her there, but rolled his eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you? My name's John, not Johnny."
Bobby chuckled, and Rogue elbowed him.
"So you do remember me!" Jubilee cried triumphantly.
"How could I forget?" John groaned, "Which reminds me, I have to find someone."
With that, he turned and left.
Rogue ran after him, Bobby following. Logan shrugged, and gestured for everyone else to follow suit.
"John!" Rogue called.
John ignored her.
"John, wait!"
"Can't."
"Yes, you can. John, I know where she is," Rogue tried again.
John whirled around, "What? Where?"
"She's fine," Rogue tried to reassure him, "She's with-"
John interrupted, "What about after all that?" he waved his hand towards where the hallway was mutilated, "Do you think she's fine after that?"
Rogue opened her mouth to speak, but John continued.
"Plus with all those sick-minded freaks running around. Do you think she'll stay fine after an encounter with one of them?"
"John..."
"Rogue, I know that she'll never use her power against anyone, whether she's in danger or not!"
"John!" Bobby caught up to them, "What's going on?"
John looked at Bobby, then raised his eyebrows, "Don't tell me he hasn't figured it out."
"He hasn't figured it out," said Jubilee. She paused, "What are we talking about?"
John sighed, "I can't tell you. There's no time. Rogue..." he put a hand up to her face.
Rogue felt his recent thoughts and memories rush into her. Then he removed his hand.
"I need to go. Now," John turned and began to leave again.
Logan caught his wrist, "Where ya goin', kid?"
John gave Rogue a desperate look, then he turned to Logan, "Please."
Logan was so surprised, he almost let John go. He had never heard John say 'please', let alone say anything in that pleading, despairing tone.
"John, what do you think you're going to do?" Rogue pointed to John's wrist, the one Logan had grabbed.
John followed her gaze. Around his wrist was one of the bracelets that contained mutant abilities.
"It doesn't matter," John said, pulling away from Logan, "Don't you know what her power is?"
With those parting sentiments, John took off down the hall, away from the others.
"John...!" Rogue put a hand over her mouth.
"What's going on?" Sam asked.
"We have to follow him."
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"You can watch Mr. Rogers, you can watch Three's Company. And you can turn on Fame or the Newly Weds Game, or the Addams' Family. Say, you can watch Barney Miller and you can watch your M-TV. And you can watch till your eyes fall out of your head, that'll be okay with me," Ruben sang.
Pietro groaned, "Haven't you run out of songs yet?"
"No, there's lots more to go," Ruben assured him, "And you can watch...TV!"
Amara tried not to laugh at the expression on Pietro's face, it hurt too much. So instead she turned to Slade.
"Are you okay?"
"I think so," Slade managed. He turned to look at her.
"Your eyes!" Amara gasped.
Slade blinked, "My eyes?"
"They're blue!"
"They've always been blue."
Amara shook her head, "They used to be pale. Now they're really... different."
Peitro peered into Slade's face, "Yeah, now they're... Hey, did you ever see 'Children of Dune'? After they have too much of that spice stuff... that's what your eyes look like."
Slade shrugged, avoiding Peitro's question. He had no idea what Peitro meant by 'Children of Dune', or 'spice'.
"You can watch Johnny Carson, you can watch Phil Donna Hue. And you can use TV Guide to help you decide whether-"
"Shut up!" Peitro shouted.
Ruben pouted.
"I don't sing that bad."
"Yeah, but your choice in music is horrible," Peitro shot back.
Ruben glared at him, but didn't have the energy to do anything. This triggered a thought through all of their minds. If they had almost been killed by their unseen torturer, what state was Ray in?
Ruben, trying to banish the thought from his mind began to sing again. This time no one tried to stop him.
"Sometimes I really want to be alone, but that's one state I'm never in..."
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Roberto groaned. His whole existence ached with such an intensity that remembering to breathe was almost as painful as breathing itself. He managed to turn his head to look for the others.
"Oh, man, I feel like I just got run over by that delivery boy again. With that new truck, too."
Toad was complaining, predictably.
"No, mum, today's Saturday, really," Shawn protested when Roberto tried to wake him up, "I used that excuse yesterday? Oh, well then, I'm not feeling... oh, it's summer?"
Shawn opened his eyes.
"You're not my mum," he informed Roberto.
Roberto coughed.
"You okay?" Shawn asked.
"No," Toad moaned.
"Not you," Shawn muttered, "Solar Panel Number Three over here."
"I think I'll be alright," Roberto assured him.
Shawn looked around, "Where's Aaron?"
Roberto gestured to Shawn's right, "I put him over there before I blacked out."
Shawn moved as quickly as his protesting muscles would allow over to his brother.
"What about me?" Toad whined, "Don't you want to know if I'm okay?"
"No," Shawn said, staring at Aaron's left hand. It was formed into a twisted claw.
"Roberto?"
Roberto followed his gaze, "Why...?" he didn't bother to finish the question.
"That... thing, whatever it was made our powers go ballistic. Since Aaron was unconscious, he wasn't able to transform himself back to normal again."
"Makes sense to me," Roberto replied.
"Yo, let's get on with this," Toad called, "This place is freakin' me out!"
"Owie," Bear stated loudly.
"Shut up," Evan said, "I need my beauty sleep."
"Really bad," Peter said, rubbing his aching head, "You're not something I want to wake up to in the morning."
"What was that?" Paste asked no one in particular.
Jean shrugged painfully, "I'm not sure."
"Owie," Bear said again, "Owie, I's hurts very-where."
"Very-where? Sounds like Tupperware," Evan grumbled.
"Worms. They're shearing a hound with shorts, they're thunder on baffwoom stink. They're crying inside my car, they're winning a scurvy twink," Bear seemed to have forgotten his pains, and was singing again. Unbeknownst to him, Ruben was singing the same song, only correctly.
"Excuse me, but shouldn't we be continuing our quest?" Pillbug inquired.
Scott nodded, and everyone managed to get to their feet.
"Which way were we going?" Peter asked.
Bear pointed, "Woogledemagerplegmorsh."
Scott raised his eyebrows, but led them the way Bear had chosen.
"They're fighting to eat the rose, they're snaking in every hiss. My finger's way up my nose, in every octopus. I'm ka-moochly lost, I'm gonna get Steven yet. Just send me some mice an' hay, just send me a toasty net..."
Kurt opened his eyes. And nearly fell out of the tree.
"Kurt?" A voice called his name weakly.
"I'm up here, Kitty!" Kurt yelled back. This time he did fall out of the tree.
Teleporting before he hit the ground, Kurt landed on top of Kitty anyway.
"Like, nice landing," Kitty commented.
"Thanks for breaking my fall," Kurt said, "And my back."
"Dude," Allen breathed, "You don't have to go and get totally flipped at each other."
Kurt and Kitty gave Allen a look that summed up: What?
Lance emerged from a grove of trees to their right.
"You guys okay?"
"Dude, I'm like, totally wiped."
"Like, I'm not sure."
"Not after Kitty broke every bone in my body."
Lance sighed, and sat down on a log.
"Are you, like, okay, Lance?" Kitty looked worried.
Lance nodded, "I've just got a killer headache."
"What do you think happened?" Kurt queried.
"Dude, maybe it was an alien from a galaxy far, far away!"
"Yeah, and its name was Chewbacca," Lance said sarcastically.
"Are you serious, dude?"
"No."
"Dude, then why did you say-?"
Kitty interrupted, "Now what?"
"Should we keep walking?" Lance asked.
Kurt shook his head, "No. I think we should rest."
"I'm fine," Lance insisted.
"Allen doesn't look so good," Kurt said, mispronouncing the name through his German accent. Although, Kurt thought, Lance doesn't look good either.
Allen looked around, "Al-len? Dude, I don't know an Al-len."
Kitty nodded, "Kurt's right."
Lance didn't answer, he was giving Allen a strange look.
"He forgot his name?"
Allen looked at him, "Dude, my name is Allen."
Kurt looked at him quizzically, "But that's what I said!"
"Uh, dude, you said Al-len," Allen countered, "I'm Allen. Remember? Remember, dude?"
Kurt stared at him, "What? What are you saying?"
"Dude, I just told you," Allen shook his head.
"Yes, but..." Kurt gave up, "Forget it."
"What?"
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Nightmare groaned. He brought a hand up to his head. It came away wet with blood, and the memory of what had happened was restored. In the middle of all of the blinding pain, he had managed to somehow hit his head off of something, blacking out.
Slowly, he sat up, registering the scene around him. The soldiers were gone. The other members in his group were still unconscious. All of a sudden, he heard a commotion outside of the door from which the soldiers had entered.
Next to Nightmare, Wanda stirred. She opened her eyes.
Weakly, she asked, in barely a whisper, "What is it?"
"Dunno."
Nightmare pulled himself to his feet. Walking over to the door, he found that the voices were closer than he had thought. The second he put his hand on the doorknob, the door flew open. Knocking the wind out of him, he was thrown into the wall.
Apparently, Rogue and the others had caught up to John. He had fought them off, and thrown open the door, not knowing that Nightmare was behind it.
He tore into the room, ignoring Nightmare, who was slightly dazed, and the people following him.
He knelt next to Crow, gently lifting her head from the ground.
"Wake up!" John pleaded, "Dammit, wake up, Kerri!"
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If I don't update in a few years, that means the scary hobo under my bed won't let me use the computer. (He's really Magneto in disguise, but don't tell him I told you) But if I don't update for a while, it means that I went on Christmas vacation. So I'll update sometime in the New Year. Yay! *blows one of those annoying New Year's horns* I'll be back... If the hobo lets me.
Goth13- So the truth comes out! I really didn't write this story! YOU did!! ... Or did you lie to me? *sniff* Oh, it was a typo? Heh. I'm a genius, really I am.
Chattypandagurl- Yay! A Returning Reader! Hmm... I think I need to call the Alliteration Misuse Office right now to turn myself in...
*wiggles fingers in a (hopefully) hypnotic way* You are getting sleepy, very sleepy. Now when I snap my fingers, you will wake up and REVIEW!! *snaps fingers*
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