Chapter 14
Bobby bounded into the kitchen and snatched his usual box of cereal. Mystique was in the corner and immediately ordered him into the floor. He continued to make his normal mess and vacuumed it up afterwards. Although this was normal behavior, it happened in less than two minutes.
"What's your hurry?" Austin said from his corner.
"Mimic's gonna teach me how to fly!"
Elizabeth's coffee was all over the table. She coughed on what had slid into her lungs.
"WHAT?!"
Bobby's smile widened tenfold. "I know! Isn't it great!?"
Mark laughed. "Mimic be teachin' the baby Dragon to fly now, is she?"
"Yeah! Today! Now!"
He bounded out of the kitchen and into the backyard. Everyone in the kitchen scrambled out to see.
Mimic was hanging upside down in a tree, waiting for Bobby to join her in the after sunset glow. He crawled up the tree and dangled down by his tail. For a few seconds, nothing happened.
"According to my research, the mother dragon keeps the egg in high temperatures until it hatches. Usually by that time, the wings are small and can't be used. The mom keeps the baby in fire for a while, and that speeds up the growth of the wings."
"So I have to sleep in the fireplace for a few days?"
"Well, yeah, but they don't have a fireplace. I'll just have to make one or breathe fire on you for a few days."
"Hmm..."
She crawled out of the tree. "Jim, come here for a sec."
She spat some of Toad's green goop on the window in the attic, and Jim opened it. "What the hell? What do you want?!"
"I need you to help me make a fireplace. We have to cook Bobby."
Little Dragon cringed. "I don't want to be cooked."
"It's a figure of speech, hun."
"An oven? For what?"
"He has to learn to fly."
"Hmm..."
Of course, Jim helped. For one, if Bobby could fly, he wouldn't have to watch him all the time. Secondly, less for him to carry. So the oven was made, and it was made where it would burn constantly, with Bobby curled up in the middle. It looked like a kiln, but Dragon could crawl in and out. He would sleep out there during the day, and it would be ventilated so he wouldn't suffocate. Fire didn't bother Bobby. In truth, it never made it past his scales.
Bobby went to bed early in his new room.
"Thanks," Mimic said, staring up at the stars.
"For what?" Jim replied. "Making Bobby's oven?"
"Don't tell them about Mimic."
He leaned his head to look at her. "Your brother's called Mimic too?"
She nodded. "Don't tell them about him. Not yet."
"Okay, but why not? Why are you running from him?"
She sighed and looked up again. "We're on opposite sides of the fight, you know, the eternal stereotype of good and evil."
"Didn't seem like it."
"How would you feel if you hadn't seen your counterpart in fourteen years?"
"Probably miss him, or...bring a shotgun."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Fourteen years? That's a distance. How old are you?"
Mimic burst out laughing. "You know the rules, Jim. You know nothing about me other than I have a brother, and I was in a laboratory."
"Tell me more, Mimic."
"I tell you nothing more. There's nothing more that I can remember."
"Oh shut up. You sound like a poor pathetic, long lost hero in some anime series."
Mimic chuckled. "No, it's not like that."
"Tell me what it's like."
"I can't remember any of it, Jim. I really can't. After coming here, that information became irrelevant. I forgot it."
"That's believeable."
Mimic stretched and jumped off the roof. "There's one enigma about this place I don't understand."
Jim flew into his window. "What's that?"
"Why are Lance and his friends afraid of the woman?"
Jim just shrugged. "No one knows."
"MIMIC! MIMIC! JIM! SOMEONE, HELP!"
Instantly, the screams stopped. Mimic and the Mutes were up, panicking. Mimic and Jim rushed upstairs, and Mimic crawled along the ceiling to avoid the majority of the light. She crawled upstairs and found Lance sprawled in the doorway, a dart protruding from his side. Wanda was found in somewhat the same way, in the floor on the other side of the bed. Todd was still in his bed, and Fred had been put to sleep with fluid. Pietro was down for the count also.
Mimic crawled downstairs.
"JIM!"
Gambit fired a dart into Jim's back as he looked at his partner. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he sank to his knees before collapsing. Mimic was on Gambit in an instant, hurling his body into a wall and wrapping her hands around his neck, lifting him off the floor. The gun was still in his hand, but she didn't seem to notice. Remy Lebeau was focusing on trying to breathe at the moment.
"You messed with Lance and didn't learn your lesson, fool. You don't get another chance..."
Remy realized he had a gun and fired at her side. Mimic, instead of squeezing harder, snapped her head to the side to see Colossus with his gun aimed. Gambit was instantly hurled through the air. Horror and Austin flew up the stairs, and upon closer hearing, Lilian was outside. Elizabeth hit the ground instantly, and Austin was taken by surprise by Sabretooth sneaking up on him. Pyro was in the basement with a vacuum cleaner wrecking havoc with Puck.
Mimic pulled a second dart out of her side, along with the first. "Oh, boy. You guys are stupid," she laughed evilly, her eyes blooding over. "You can't kill me with these!"
Suddenly, Jim's body began to twitch, and his eyes snapped open, fading to white clouds. Everything in the room began to shake and lift, including the people. Mimic slammed into the men at almost full speed, springing off the wall and sending them flying through the side of the house.
She stopped as soon as she found herself in light.
"Bobby!"
She froze, and heard Lilian's chiming.
"Lilian! Where's Bobby! Is he still safe?" she cried.
There was a yes.
The theories had been correct. Mimic's eyes contracted so much that no light was allowed through, rendering her blind. Her ears stretched out, and she sank low to the ground. This was not the first time. The cat man was across from her. Lilian was fighting the man she took to be Magneto.
Mimic heard guns being cocked. "Shoot me. No matter how much of that you put in my body, I will never go down! SHOOT ME!"
Pyro fired a few rounds into her, and she pulled them out. Suddenly, Mimic stood bolt upright, and her body went rigid. She slowly staggered over to them, and fell to the ground on her back, coughing.
"Thanks, Dave," she whispered, grinning her evil grin.
Mimic suddenly exploded in a fiery blast that would be seen for miles.
Bobby bounded into the kitchen and snatched his usual box of cereal. Mystique was in the corner and immediately ordered him into the floor. He continued to make his normal mess and vacuumed it up afterwards. Although this was normal behavior, it happened in less than two minutes.
"What's your hurry?" Austin said from his corner.
"Mimic's gonna teach me how to fly!"
Elizabeth's coffee was all over the table. She coughed on what had slid into her lungs.
"WHAT?!"
Bobby's smile widened tenfold. "I know! Isn't it great!?"
Mark laughed. "Mimic be teachin' the baby Dragon to fly now, is she?"
"Yeah! Today! Now!"
He bounded out of the kitchen and into the backyard. Everyone in the kitchen scrambled out to see.
Mimic was hanging upside down in a tree, waiting for Bobby to join her in the after sunset glow. He crawled up the tree and dangled down by his tail. For a few seconds, nothing happened.
"According to my research, the mother dragon keeps the egg in high temperatures until it hatches. Usually by that time, the wings are small and can't be used. The mom keeps the baby in fire for a while, and that speeds up the growth of the wings."
"So I have to sleep in the fireplace for a few days?"
"Well, yeah, but they don't have a fireplace. I'll just have to make one or breathe fire on you for a few days."
"Hmm..."
She crawled out of the tree. "Jim, come here for a sec."
She spat some of Toad's green goop on the window in the attic, and Jim opened it. "What the hell? What do you want?!"
"I need you to help me make a fireplace. We have to cook Bobby."
Little Dragon cringed. "I don't want to be cooked."
"It's a figure of speech, hun."
"An oven? For what?"
"He has to learn to fly."
"Hmm..."
Of course, Jim helped. For one, if Bobby could fly, he wouldn't have to watch him all the time. Secondly, less for him to carry. So the oven was made, and it was made where it would burn constantly, with Bobby curled up in the middle. It looked like a kiln, but Dragon could crawl in and out. He would sleep out there during the day, and it would be ventilated so he wouldn't suffocate. Fire didn't bother Bobby. In truth, it never made it past his scales.
Bobby went to bed early in his new room.
"Thanks," Mimic said, staring up at the stars.
"For what?" Jim replied. "Making Bobby's oven?"
"Don't tell them about Mimic."
He leaned his head to look at her. "Your brother's called Mimic too?"
She nodded. "Don't tell them about him. Not yet."
"Okay, but why not? Why are you running from him?"
She sighed and looked up again. "We're on opposite sides of the fight, you know, the eternal stereotype of good and evil."
"Didn't seem like it."
"How would you feel if you hadn't seen your counterpart in fourteen years?"
"Probably miss him, or...bring a shotgun."
"Yeah, whatever."
"Fourteen years? That's a distance. How old are you?"
Mimic burst out laughing. "You know the rules, Jim. You know nothing about me other than I have a brother, and I was in a laboratory."
"Tell me more, Mimic."
"I tell you nothing more. There's nothing more that I can remember."
"Oh shut up. You sound like a poor pathetic, long lost hero in some anime series."
Mimic chuckled. "No, it's not like that."
"Tell me what it's like."
"I can't remember any of it, Jim. I really can't. After coming here, that information became irrelevant. I forgot it."
"That's believeable."
Mimic stretched and jumped off the roof. "There's one enigma about this place I don't understand."
Jim flew into his window. "What's that?"
"Why are Lance and his friends afraid of the woman?"
Jim just shrugged. "No one knows."
"MIMIC! MIMIC! JIM! SOMEONE, HELP!"
Instantly, the screams stopped. Mimic and the Mutes were up, panicking. Mimic and Jim rushed upstairs, and Mimic crawled along the ceiling to avoid the majority of the light. She crawled upstairs and found Lance sprawled in the doorway, a dart protruding from his side. Wanda was found in somewhat the same way, in the floor on the other side of the bed. Todd was still in his bed, and Fred had been put to sleep with fluid. Pietro was down for the count also.
Mimic crawled downstairs.
"JIM!"
Gambit fired a dart into Jim's back as he looked at his partner. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he sank to his knees before collapsing. Mimic was on Gambit in an instant, hurling his body into a wall and wrapping her hands around his neck, lifting him off the floor. The gun was still in his hand, but she didn't seem to notice. Remy Lebeau was focusing on trying to breathe at the moment.
"You messed with Lance and didn't learn your lesson, fool. You don't get another chance..."
Remy realized he had a gun and fired at her side. Mimic, instead of squeezing harder, snapped her head to the side to see Colossus with his gun aimed. Gambit was instantly hurled through the air. Horror and Austin flew up the stairs, and upon closer hearing, Lilian was outside. Elizabeth hit the ground instantly, and Austin was taken by surprise by Sabretooth sneaking up on him. Pyro was in the basement with a vacuum cleaner wrecking havoc with Puck.
Mimic pulled a second dart out of her side, along with the first. "Oh, boy. You guys are stupid," she laughed evilly, her eyes blooding over. "You can't kill me with these!"
Suddenly, Jim's body began to twitch, and his eyes snapped open, fading to white clouds. Everything in the room began to shake and lift, including the people. Mimic slammed into the men at almost full speed, springing off the wall and sending them flying through the side of the house.
She stopped as soon as she found herself in light.
"Bobby!"
She froze, and heard Lilian's chiming.
"Lilian! Where's Bobby! Is he still safe?" she cried.
There was a yes.
The theories had been correct. Mimic's eyes contracted so much that no light was allowed through, rendering her blind. Her ears stretched out, and she sank low to the ground. This was not the first time. The cat man was across from her. Lilian was fighting the man she took to be Magneto.
Mimic heard guns being cocked. "Shoot me. No matter how much of that you put in my body, I will never go down! SHOOT ME!"
Pyro fired a few rounds into her, and she pulled them out. Suddenly, Mimic stood bolt upright, and her body went rigid. She slowly staggered over to them, and fell to the ground on her back, coughing.
"Thanks, Dave," she whispered, grinning her evil grin.
Mimic suddenly exploded in a fiery blast that would be seen for miles.