Major humor block here. I'm extraordinarily disappointed with the last chapter. I hope I can redeem myself with the second half of Rogue's dream, but it looks doubtful. I just want to get this one over with now. I'm very disappointed with how this one turned out. _ However, the future looks bright. I look forward to the upcoming chapters, especially Logan, Lance, and Pietro's. Those ones should be good. As for the order, it's either Scott or Evan next (whichever I feel like writing) and Logan after them. Then we get to start with the 'hood. ^^ Fun!
WARNING: If you have not seen the movie The Sixth Sense, and you plan on doing that and don't want me to ruin the ending for you, don't read this. Or read it. Whatever.
-Hizzy
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Rogue peeked out of her door and down the empty hallway. Everyone else was asleep, as she had been a couple minutes ago. She bit her lip, shifting from foot to foot until she finally raced from her room to the bathroom.
After finishing up in there, she came out with a relieved look on her face. She calmly began walking back to her room, when she realized that it was getting awfully cold. Trying to ignore this, she returned to where her room was and reached to open the door.
Suddenly, the sound of objects banging around on the other side of the door caught her attention. Her eyes widened and she pulled her hand away from the knob. After a moment, she composed herself. It was probably just a new recruit digging through her stuff again. Actually, that had never happened but she liked to think it did. Rogue breathed deeply and prepared to check it out. She noticed a rifle conveniently leaning next to her door. Gratefully, she took it and opened the door.
At first, she didn't see anybody, but then she saw a the back of a girl standing in front of the closet, tossing clothing onto the floor. Rogue swallowed hard and stepped forward, raising the gun at the girl.
"I know you're new here, and all," Rogue said, trying to sound assertive, "But that doesn't give you an excuse to go through all my stuff." She wondered if she should fire a warning shot, just in case. It took a lot to get through to those new recruits.
Then the girl turned around. It was a horrible site. The girl was quite pale and smelled really bad. She had obviously been dead for a very long time.
Rogue lowered the gun and sighed in annoyance. It was just another dead person. She was so SICK of how they always came and bugged her.
The girl was the very same cheerleader from Rogue's drawing, who happened to be Jean. She was staring at Rogue, with a couple articles of clothing in her hands.
"Can I ask what you're doing with my stuff?" Rogue asked angrily. Dead people were always so rude. Always taking her stuff and bugging her and trying to kill her.
Jean looked down and the clothes she was holding, and smiled sheepishly at Rogue. "Well, I was just going to borrow something. I got blood all over my nice cheerleading outfit, and red's really not my color," she turned back to the closet and resumed pawing through the clothing, "Would you happen to have any clothes that actually look good?"
Rogue scowled at her, "Get out of my room!" Jean appeared offended, but didn't budge from her spot. Finally, Rogue rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.
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The next day, Xavier was going through all of the old recordings he had made with Kurt. So far he had found nothing of importance. He was already down to the very last tape. With many doubts, he popped it into the player and pressed play.
First there was a moment of silence, and then the sound of a door opening and closing and finally the sound of his own voice came out of the machine, "Sorry about that. Hope I didn't leave you alone too long.... Kurt? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Kurt's voice said, "I see dead people."
"Yes, but why are you crying?" the professor asked.
"I already told you!" Kurt yelled, "I see dead people!"
"Hm," the professor's voice contemplated this, "Is it possible for you to give a less crazy answer?"
"I hate you!" Kurt's voice sounded very upset, "You're not my REAL psychologist!" Then there was the sound of footsteps and a door slamming.
After a moment, Xavier's voice came through the speaker, "It's obvious I'll never find out what's really wrong with Kurt. Perhaps the only way to fix him is through lobotomy."
The professor switched off the tape and contemplated it. Then a thought occurred to him. He hit the rewind button and switched on the tape again.
His voice came out of the tape player, "-And so I said to the nurse, 'Kurt's so crazy!' and we just laughed and laughed." There was the sound of his own laughter. The professor chuckled to himself, remembering the amusing story. Kurt gave a short, forced laugh on the tape, directly before the sound a door opening interrupted them both.
"Professor?" said a woman's voice on the recording, "Dr. McCoy is on line two."
"Kurt, I have to take this. I'll be right back," the professor's voice said briefly before his footsteps were heard, the sound of the door closing followed. Then there was a lot of silence. Xavier leaned forward and listened intently as the silence continued.
Then Kurt spoke, "Oh no! There's a dead person in the room!" Xavier stroked his chin in thought, wondering what could possibly be wrong. There was a lot more silence. "Oh, für die Liebe von..." Kurt's voice sounded agitated, "Turn up the volume!" The professor hesitated, but finally did turn up the volume. Only then did he hear the second voice over the recording.
"OooOoooOoooh! I'm a scary ghost!" said the voice, "OoooOoooOooh!"
It was at that exact moment, that professor realized that he'd been horribly, horribly wrong. It was directly his fault that Kurt shot him. Not only that, but he had ignored all of the warning signs that Kurt had been seeing dead people: fear, craziness, saying that he saw dead people. Xavier knew there was only one thing he could do at this point.
He looked around and saw there was nobody around. Slowly, he reached down and pressed the 'erase' button on the tape player. With that, he was able to relax and nobody was the wiser.
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Xavier stared across his desk and Rogue, who was slumped down in her seat, waiting for him to say something. He leaned back in his chair and appeared to be deep in thought. Finally, after a couple more minutes, he spoke, "Rogue, I just want you to know that I now believe everything you've told me."
She stared at him, "But I thought you already believed me."
"Yes, of course I did," he coughed and changed the subject, "I think I might just know the solution to your problem."
She sat up and a look of excitement came to her face, "You mean you can make it so that I don't see dead people?"
"No," he said and saw her frown, "But I remember that you told me these dead people come to you with their problems, asking for your help. I believe that is the key to your solution."
"You think I should help them?" Rogue asked skeptically.
The professor laughed, "No, nothing of the sort. I think that you should just ignore them." She continued staring at him so he continued, "Every time a dead person comes to you for help, just pretend your busy until they go away."
"But they would just come back," she said flatly, "Wouldn't it be easier to help them?" Rogue waited for him to reply but he was shuffling papers around on his desk and didn't seem to hear what she said. "Professor?"
He held a hand up, "Not now, Rogue. I'm very busy." She sighed and left the room. Xavier threw the papers into a trash, "Finally!" He opened a desk drawer and pulled out his Harry Potter book, "Oh, Harry, I wish our world was as interesting as yours..."
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A week had passed since Xavier had 'solved' Rogue's problem. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be working. Just as she had predicted, the dead people only came back at a later time, eventually getting more and more persistent.
"Pleeeeeease?" the dead Jean whined.
"No," Rogue tried to continue reading her book but the dead people kept bothering her. There was a long line of them outside her door waiting to ask her for help.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Jean tried.
This had been going on for the past ten minutes, and Rogue couldn't take it anymore. She finally threw the book down, "Fine! You can borrow the clothes... actually, you can just keep them."
Jean smiled widely, "Thank you! You're the nicest living person..." she paused and thought for a moment, then added, "...in this room." She exited with the least black set of clothing and then next set of dead people entered.
This time it was Lance and Pietro, both looking quite beaten up. They were arguing with each other as they entered the room.
"Just shut up and admit that you were wrong!" Lance shouted.
Pietro retaliated with, "No, YOU shut up because YOU were wrong!"
"I was NOT!"
"Yes you were!"
"No I wasn't!"
"Takes one to know one!"
Lance glared at him, "That didn't even make sense!"
"Take that back!" Pietro seemed ready to fight again.
Rogue groaned. It didn't take a genius to figure out how they died. The childish arguing continued for a couple more minutes, when Rogue finally couldn't take it any more, "Would you both just shut UP!" The did and stared at her, finally remember why they had come in the first place. She tried to compose herself and reminded herself that they were just dead people and their brains had probably been damaged in their fight, "Why are you here?"
"I want you tell Lance that he was wrong and he's a stupid jerk," Pietro crossed his arms across his chest turned his back on the mentioned boy.
"What he meant to say," Lance growled as he scowled at Pietro, "Is that he wants you to tell him that he was wrong and that it's his fault we're dead."
"Yeah right," Pietro grumbled, "We're dead because your stupid earthquake collapsed the house on us."
"No, we're dead because you decided to throw active grenades around."
"It's always about those grenades with you, isn't it?" Pietro rolled his eyes.
Rogue groaned again, "Okay, can you at least tell me why ya'll are fighting?"
They both had to think for a moment, until Pietro finally replied, "Well, he had the remote and I wanted it so I took it and then he started going on about how it was HIS turn to watch TV, when he knew it was really my turn!"
She stared at them in shock, "You mean to tell me that you killed each other over a remote?"
"Hey, he killed ME!" Lance grumbled. This brought them back to the previous argument of who killed who and who was wrong. Eventually, this resulted in a fist fight, which didn't do a whole lot of good seeing as how they were both dead and couldn't feel any pain.
"Guys!" Rogue shouted, making both boys stop fighting, "Lets just say you were BOTH wrong."
They both stared at each other for a moment with sudden realization.
"I never thought of it like that," Pietro said.
Lance nodded in agreement, "Hey, sorry for killing you."
"Ah, that's okay," Pietro shrugged and they both exited the room happily.
Moments later, Kitty burst into the room, "Rogue! I've got this problem it's, like, really bad! So, Amara was all like, 'that dress makes your butt look so big!' and so I was all like, 'No it doesn't!' and she was all like, 'Yuh-huh!' and I was like, 'Gasp!' and so I was like, so totally mad at her and I wasn't speaking to her, so then she like, stopped talking to ME and I just couldn't believe it! I mean, can you believe her? She thinks she's like, so much better than me when she's not! I wanted to tell her that but I still wasn't speaking to her so she was just like all not talking to me and junk so I went and was telling Bobby about it and he was all like, 'I don't care' and so now I'm, like, mad at him, too because, I mean, he should take my side because Amara thinks she's like, so much better than me when she's not! So, anyway, then I was like, 'Bobby, I'm like SO not talking to you anymore!' and then he was like 'Yes you are because you just said that.' And he just thinks he so smart but I was like, 'Pff!' And he was all like, 'Hmph.' And so then I went and was...."
Rogue realized that Kitty wasn't actually dead so she didn't have to help her. Kitty kept going on for a couple more minutes, when she noticed that Rogue appeared to be doing paperwork.
"Umm... Sorry, you look really busy," Kitty said and exited the room.
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The next day was Rogue's last session with the professor.
"So then I said to the nurse, 'Rogue certainly is crazy. Perhaps we should give her a lobotomy.' And we just laughed and laughed..." The professor chuckled to himself. He knew how much everyone loved his stories, even though Rogue was staring at him, seemingly shocked with what he said. Obviously, she wasn't much into humor.
"Professor, can I tell you something?" Rogue asked seriously.
Xavier glanced at his watch and nodded, "Yes, of course."
"I just want you to know that you didn't help me in the least bit. In fact, you actually made things worse somehow," Rogue told him.
"I'm glad you've enjoyed these sessions," Xavier smiled at her, not having listened to what she just said.
Rogue rolled her eyes and stood up to leave, "Goodbye, Professor." She walked to the door, then looked back and casually said, "By the way, you're dead." With that, she left, never to come back until next week.
Xavier stared after her and shook his head, "Why would she think I'm dead?" It was at this point, he looked down and noticed the gunshot wound from where Kurt had shot him. "Oh, right! I was wondering why that never healed!"
The dream ended abruptly at this point. Xavier was shocked that Rogue would dream such things. They way her dream was set up, it made him look like some sort of idiot. He glanced over at the clock. It was still midnight, as it had been for the past three hours. He still had time to see at least one more dream. The professor began to ponder who's dream to invade next.
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o_O That was the worst chapter out of the bunch. Eeeyuck.
_ Anyway, thanks for sticking with me. I'm proud of you. *gives you a cookie and pats your head*
Now, on to my fan mail.
Freakish Muffin: "... Do you kno the muffin man?"
-Is this some sort of trick question? I'm going to go with 'no.' Wait, 'yes!' No, I think I'll stick with 'no.'
SperryDee: "I can relate to Rogue. About 80% of the people at my school think I'm crazy...but I'm not, I'm just parallell parked in a diagonal universe, ya know?"
-Yes, I understand completely.
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No, actually I think you're very crazy. Crazier than Rogue. Why else would you be reading my fanfic?
Akyia_Rain: "WOW! You are great! WHOO! WE LOVE HIZZY! I still think the Titanic sunk though...but now I am having second thoughts... "Maybe it didn't sink after all and it just got lost in the Bermuda Triangle...DAMN THAT JAMES CAMERON AND ALL HIS GAY "MY HEART WILL GO ON" CRAP!" That is all...oh and by the way...I don't speak German."
-Er... This is the LAST time I'm inviting any of my friends to read my fanfics.
WARNING: If you have not seen the movie The Sixth Sense, and you plan on doing that and don't want me to ruin the ending for you, don't read this. Or read it. Whatever.
-Hizzy
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Rogue peeked out of her door and down the empty hallway. Everyone else was asleep, as she had been a couple minutes ago. She bit her lip, shifting from foot to foot until she finally raced from her room to the bathroom.
After finishing up in there, she came out with a relieved look on her face. She calmly began walking back to her room, when she realized that it was getting awfully cold. Trying to ignore this, she returned to where her room was and reached to open the door.
Suddenly, the sound of objects banging around on the other side of the door caught her attention. Her eyes widened and she pulled her hand away from the knob. After a moment, she composed herself. It was probably just a new recruit digging through her stuff again. Actually, that had never happened but she liked to think it did. Rogue breathed deeply and prepared to check it out. She noticed a rifle conveniently leaning next to her door. Gratefully, she took it and opened the door.
At first, she didn't see anybody, but then she saw a the back of a girl standing in front of the closet, tossing clothing onto the floor. Rogue swallowed hard and stepped forward, raising the gun at the girl.
"I know you're new here, and all," Rogue said, trying to sound assertive, "But that doesn't give you an excuse to go through all my stuff." She wondered if she should fire a warning shot, just in case. It took a lot to get through to those new recruits.
Then the girl turned around. It was a horrible site. The girl was quite pale and smelled really bad. She had obviously been dead for a very long time.
Rogue lowered the gun and sighed in annoyance. It was just another dead person. She was so SICK of how they always came and bugged her.
The girl was the very same cheerleader from Rogue's drawing, who happened to be Jean. She was staring at Rogue, with a couple articles of clothing in her hands.
"Can I ask what you're doing with my stuff?" Rogue asked angrily. Dead people were always so rude. Always taking her stuff and bugging her and trying to kill her.
Jean looked down and the clothes she was holding, and smiled sheepishly at Rogue. "Well, I was just going to borrow something. I got blood all over my nice cheerleading outfit, and red's really not my color," she turned back to the closet and resumed pawing through the clothing, "Would you happen to have any clothes that actually look good?"
Rogue scowled at her, "Get out of my room!" Jean appeared offended, but didn't budge from her spot. Finally, Rogue rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.
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The next day, Xavier was going through all of the old recordings he had made with Kurt. So far he had found nothing of importance. He was already down to the very last tape. With many doubts, he popped it into the player and pressed play.
First there was a moment of silence, and then the sound of a door opening and closing and finally the sound of his own voice came out of the machine, "Sorry about that. Hope I didn't leave you alone too long.... Kurt? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Kurt's voice said, "I see dead people."
"Yes, but why are you crying?" the professor asked.
"I already told you!" Kurt yelled, "I see dead people!"
"Hm," the professor's voice contemplated this, "Is it possible for you to give a less crazy answer?"
"I hate you!" Kurt's voice sounded very upset, "You're not my REAL psychologist!" Then there was the sound of footsteps and a door slamming.
After a moment, Xavier's voice came through the speaker, "It's obvious I'll never find out what's really wrong with Kurt. Perhaps the only way to fix him is through lobotomy."
The professor switched off the tape and contemplated it. Then a thought occurred to him. He hit the rewind button and switched on the tape again.
His voice came out of the tape player, "-And so I said to the nurse, 'Kurt's so crazy!' and we just laughed and laughed." There was the sound of his own laughter. The professor chuckled to himself, remembering the amusing story. Kurt gave a short, forced laugh on the tape, directly before the sound a door opening interrupted them both.
"Professor?" said a woman's voice on the recording, "Dr. McCoy is on line two."
"Kurt, I have to take this. I'll be right back," the professor's voice said briefly before his footsteps were heard, the sound of the door closing followed. Then there was a lot of silence. Xavier leaned forward and listened intently as the silence continued.
Then Kurt spoke, "Oh no! There's a dead person in the room!" Xavier stroked his chin in thought, wondering what could possibly be wrong. There was a lot more silence. "Oh, für die Liebe von..." Kurt's voice sounded agitated, "Turn up the volume!" The professor hesitated, but finally did turn up the volume. Only then did he hear the second voice over the recording.
"OooOoooOoooh! I'm a scary ghost!" said the voice, "OoooOoooOooh!"
It was at that exact moment, that professor realized that he'd been horribly, horribly wrong. It was directly his fault that Kurt shot him. Not only that, but he had ignored all of the warning signs that Kurt had been seeing dead people: fear, craziness, saying that he saw dead people. Xavier knew there was only one thing he could do at this point.
He looked around and saw there was nobody around. Slowly, he reached down and pressed the 'erase' button on the tape player. With that, he was able to relax and nobody was the wiser.
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Xavier stared across his desk and Rogue, who was slumped down in her seat, waiting for him to say something. He leaned back in his chair and appeared to be deep in thought. Finally, after a couple more minutes, he spoke, "Rogue, I just want you to know that I now believe everything you've told me."
She stared at him, "But I thought you already believed me."
"Yes, of course I did," he coughed and changed the subject, "I think I might just know the solution to your problem."
She sat up and a look of excitement came to her face, "You mean you can make it so that I don't see dead people?"
"No," he said and saw her frown, "But I remember that you told me these dead people come to you with their problems, asking for your help. I believe that is the key to your solution."
"You think I should help them?" Rogue asked skeptically.
The professor laughed, "No, nothing of the sort. I think that you should just ignore them." She continued staring at him so he continued, "Every time a dead person comes to you for help, just pretend your busy until they go away."
"But they would just come back," she said flatly, "Wouldn't it be easier to help them?" Rogue waited for him to reply but he was shuffling papers around on his desk and didn't seem to hear what she said. "Professor?"
He held a hand up, "Not now, Rogue. I'm very busy." She sighed and left the room. Xavier threw the papers into a trash, "Finally!" He opened a desk drawer and pulled out his Harry Potter book, "Oh, Harry, I wish our world was as interesting as yours..."
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A week had passed since Xavier had 'solved' Rogue's problem. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be working. Just as she had predicted, the dead people only came back at a later time, eventually getting more and more persistent.
"Pleeeeeease?" the dead Jean whined.
"No," Rogue tried to continue reading her book but the dead people kept bothering her. There was a long line of them outside her door waiting to ask her for help.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Jean tried.
This had been going on for the past ten minutes, and Rogue couldn't take it anymore. She finally threw the book down, "Fine! You can borrow the clothes... actually, you can just keep them."
Jean smiled widely, "Thank you! You're the nicest living person..." she paused and thought for a moment, then added, "...in this room." She exited with the least black set of clothing and then next set of dead people entered.
This time it was Lance and Pietro, both looking quite beaten up. They were arguing with each other as they entered the room.
"Just shut up and admit that you were wrong!" Lance shouted.
Pietro retaliated with, "No, YOU shut up because YOU were wrong!"
"I was NOT!"
"Yes you were!"
"No I wasn't!"
"Takes one to know one!"
Lance glared at him, "That didn't even make sense!"
"Take that back!" Pietro seemed ready to fight again.
Rogue groaned. It didn't take a genius to figure out how they died. The childish arguing continued for a couple more minutes, when Rogue finally couldn't take it any more, "Would you both just shut UP!" The did and stared at her, finally remember why they had come in the first place. She tried to compose herself and reminded herself that they were just dead people and their brains had probably been damaged in their fight, "Why are you here?"
"I want you tell Lance that he was wrong and he's a stupid jerk," Pietro crossed his arms across his chest turned his back on the mentioned boy.
"What he meant to say," Lance growled as he scowled at Pietro, "Is that he wants you to tell him that he was wrong and that it's his fault we're dead."
"Yeah right," Pietro grumbled, "We're dead because your stupid earthquake collapsed the house on us."
"No, we're dead because you decided to throw active grenades around."
"It's always about those grenades with you, isn't it?" Pietro rolled his eyes.
Rogue groaned again, "Okay, can you at least tell me why ya'll are fighting?"
They both had to think for a moment, until Pietro finally replied, "Well, he had the remote and I wanted it so I took it and then he started going on about how it was HIS turn to watch TV, when he knew it was really my turn!"
She stared at them in shock, "You mean to tell me that you killed each other over a remote?"
"Hey, he killed ME!" Lance grumbled. This brought them back to the previous argument of who killed who and who was wrong. Eventually, this resulted in a fist fight, which didn't do a whole lot of good seeing as how they were both dead and couldn't feel any pain.
"Guys!" Rogue shouted, making both boys stop fighting, "Lets just say you were BOTH wrong."
They both stared at each other for a moment with sudden realization.
"I never thought of it like that," Pietro said.
Lance nodded in agreement, "Hey, sorry for killing you."
"Ah, that's okay," Pietro shrugged and they both exited the room happily.
Moments later, Kitty burst into the room, "Rogue! I've got this problem it's, like, really bad! So, Amara was all like, 'that dress makes your butt look so big!' and so I was all like, 'No it doesn't!' and she was all like, 'Yuh-huh!' and I was like, 'Gasp!' and so I was like, so totally mad at her and I wasn't speaking to her, so then she like, stopped talking to ME and I just couldn't believe it! I mean, can you believe her? She thinks she's like, so much better than me when she's not! I wanted to tell her that but I still wasn't speaking to her so she was just like all not talking to me and junk so I went and was telling Bobby about it and he was all like, 'I don't care' and so now I'm, like, mad at him, too because, I mean, he should take my side because Amara thinks she's like, so much better than me when she's not! So, anyway, then I was like, 'Bobby, I'm like SO not talking to you anymore!' and then he was like 'Yes you are because you just said that.' And he just thinks he so smart but I was like, 'Pff!' And he was all like, 'Hmph.' And so then I went and was...."
Rogue realized that Kitty wasn't actually dead so she didn't have to help her. Kitty kept going on for a couple more minutes, when she noticed that Rogue appeared to be doing paperwork.
"Umm... Sorry, you look really busy," Kitty said and exited the room.
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The next day was Rogue's last session with the professor.
"So then I said to the nurse, 'Rogue certainly is crazy. Perhaps we should give her a lobotomy.' And we just laughed and laughed..." The professor chuckled to himself. He knew how much everyone loved his stories, even though Rogue was staring at him, seemingly shocked with what he said. Obviously, she wasn't much into humor.
"Professor, can I tell you something?" Rogue asked seriously.
Xavier glanced at his watch and nodded, "Yes, of course."
"I just want you to know that you didn't help me in the least bit. In fact, you actually made things worse somehow," Rogue told him.
"I'm glad you've enjoyed these sessions," Xavier smiled at her, not having listened to what she just said.
Rogue rolled her eyes and stood up to leave, "Goodbye, Professor." She walked to the door, then looked back and casually said, "By the way, you're dead." With that, she left, never to come back until next week.
Xavier stared after her and shook his head, "Why would she think I'm dead?" It was at this point, he looked down and noticed the gunshot wound from where Kurt had shot him. "Oh, right! I was wondering why that never healed!"
The dream ended abruptly at this point. Xavier was shocked that Rogue would dream such things. They way her dream was set up, it made him look like some sort of idiot. He glanced over at the clock. It was still midnight, as it had been for the past three hours. He still had time to see at least one more dream. The professor began to ponder who's dream to invade next.
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o_O That was the worst chapter out of the bunch. Eeeyuck.
_ Anyway, thanks for sticking with me. I'm proud of you. *gives you a cookie and pats your head*
Now, on to my fan mail.
Freakish Muffin: "... Do you kno the muffin man?"
-Is this some sort of trick question? I'm going to go with 'no.' Wait, 'yes!' No, I think I'll stick with 'no.'
SperryDee: "I can relate to Rogue. About 80% of the people at my school think I'm crazy...but I'm not, I'm just parallell parked in a diagonal universe, ya know?"
-Yes, I understand completely.
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_
No, actually I think you're very crazy. Crazier than Rogue. Why else would you be reading my fanfic?
Akyia_Rain: "WOW! You are great! WHOO! WE LOVE HIZZY! I still think the Titanic sunk though...but now I am having second thoughts... "Maybe it didn't sink after all and it just got lost in the Bermuda Triangle...DAMN THAT JAMES CAMERON AND ALL HIS GAY "MY HEART WILL GO ON" CRAP!" That is all...oh and by the way...I don't speak German."
-Er... This is the LAST time I'm inviting any of my friends to read my fanfics.