Lucky Me
Chapter 040
"This is stupid!" Chris screamed, throwing the ball at the rec. room door.
"Stupid or not, this is what they want us to do, so let's do it," Adam grumbled. I'd never seen him when he wasn't all Happy-Happy-Joy-Joy about something the benevolent Dr. Hank and Professor Xavier ever made us do.
"I think it's neat!"
Oh, of course D-M would think it was neat while the rest of us felt as if we should be wearing diapers and crying for our bottles. They stuck us in the Rec. Room (took all the TV wires so we couldn't watch it or play video games) and gave us a ball, claiming this was a getting-to-know-you activity.
If we didn't know each other by now, why the heck did they think we wanted to!
I sighed. This was when I was supposed to step in and tell them that this was essential to our team status. But who was I kidding? I didn't even want to do this!
"Let's just get this over with," I finally piped up when Chris started to take off his shoes and throw them at the door as well (they locked us in, they seemed to be two steps ahead of whatever we were going to do).
"Yeah, sure," Happy boy answered glaring at me and thankfully (my nose would have jumped off my face and died in a corner) put his shoes back on. "Yo, Adrian, go get the ball."
"Why should I? You threw it, Kiss." Adrian had a smug look on his face as Chris went boiled-lobster red.
"Shut-up! Plus you're on the football team you're used to being a dog."
"Oh for pity's sake! Ah'll go get it." D-M got up and did just that, but not before smart-aleck Chris decided to have another jab at humanity.
"One Tramp is good as another."
Bam!
Ball, Chris' face. Chris' face, it was nice knowing you!
Go D-M!
She chunked that ball at Bradley's face and sent him flat on his back (he was only sitting).
"Who are you calling a tramp?" An angry D-M, now I was scared.
"Chill!" Adam tried, "Let's just get this over with."
Chris came up rubbing his nose, and I burst out laughing. His nose was swelled up to almost twice the size. "You look like a clown!"
"Shut up!" Chris lifted the ball as if to throw it at me and make me his twin or something.
"Stop!" Adam insisted—in his reptile-man form.
That got us to behave.
"Start talking, start throwing!" Whoa, something was bugging the old guy (Adam was two years older than Adrian and Chris who were both eighteen, hence the nickname 'old guy') to snap at us. "And not at anyone's face."
We behaved and started on the other stupid game-Adam never changed from his reptile form until the higher ups let us out.
"Miss Summers, we seem to have a problem." Those words coming out of my doctor's mouth could never be good. And why the heck did he have to send shivers down my spine with the 'Miss Summers' comment? Sure it was part of my new name but was still afraid someone was going to hand me ruby colored glasses. "It seems we were mistaken." Okay, so this conversation wasn't a positive one apparently.
"About what?" I was (again) stuck in the kitchen doing dishes after they found Bobby-Jerk bound and gagged in a boat drifting on the lake. Both Chris and I were grounded. The worst of it was that Mr. Cool-Jerk got sunburn. Whoopee. Like that's so bad…of course it was on only one side of his face, the result of us putting sun block on the other side. We had watched him from the dock for a while, grinning like fat cats.
"Remember the blood sample I drew from you a few weeks ago?" I nodded, "It seems that your mutation has very little to do with your wings."
Crash!
Scratch one plate from existence. "Huh?"
Excuse me but these big black thing better have a very large part of my mutant abilities! What, did someone up in heaven decide to have a good laugh by making me look like Big Bird gone gothic or something?
"We are not positive, but your blood has a very interesting quirk to it."
Interesting quirk? Was it able to spin around on one foot and sing or something?
"What's that?"
"It hasn't stopped mutating. In most cases, mine for instance, once the mutation has made itself known the blood reaches a stalemate. Yours has yet to reach the common end. I have to talk to Jean about this more, but she is agreeing with me at this time."
Sheesh, that's one trait he's never let go of -beating around the bush.
"So if the wings," the big, black, life altering wings, "are just a minor part of this thing, what's the big part?"
"We're not sure."
I was going to end up with a tail, I just knew it.
I felt like falling to the ground and crying like a two-year-old, but the wings which weren't such a large part of my mutation prevented me.
I needed a Tylenol and one extra-chocolatey cookie to go.
"Blyt," came that big deep voice I knew so well.
"Mr. Bishop," I replied swiveling around. I guess Bobby-Jerk chickened out of being stuck with me during monitor duty. He walked in, sat down, and then remained quiet. Nothing out of the ordinary right?
Wrong!
He was staring at me; this much I could tell through the corner of my eye.
What the heck was I going to do! He was huge and I was getting smaller by the second.
So I started with the nervous twitches, drumming my fingers, doing the annoying sewing machine movement with my leg, and humming.
This guy knew how to creep someone out without even trying.
"Hi?" I had to say something, I felt like a complete idiot watching the screens while this big guy was staring at me.
"Do you remember when I first came to the mansion and met you?"
Vaguely. "Oh yeah, sure." oh-kay so I lied, but don't look down on me yet, because somehow he just knew I did.
"Indeed." Was all he had to say, I could see why he was a cop in the supposed future.
"Okay, so I don't," I swallowed hard, and he nodded his head.
"I remember studying you." Studying me? What, I was a lab rat in the future too? "You became one of my inspirations growing up." How on earth do you react to a comment like that? Say 'no prob, I am pretty great aren't I?' or blush insanely and wonder what the heck you did to make you so special? Of course, me being the Kookie that I was, blushed insanely, and wondered why the heck I was so special.
"Uh," Was my intelligent reply, thankfully Mr. Bishop stopped looking at me and turned back to the monitors. "What did I-?"
"There was a journal kept from someone's knowing you, it wasn't as popular as the rest of the X-men's lives," Bam! One blow to the ego. "But I remember it very clearly. You didn't save the world or anything as spectacular and redundant as that, but by what you will overcome. That is what impressed me."
That sounded like I was going to have even more problems in the future.
This was an uplifting conversation, I was allowed to breed with someone, and on top of that I have even more problems to overcome. If the issues aren't focused on trying not to kill D-M when she bounces into my room at all hours of the night to chat then I didn't know what else there was.
What happened to any having normal conversations at this place?
"You're flunking my class you know."
Well that was a joyful way of telling me something. What was with all the talking? Next thing I know I'd be pulled over by Kenney and he'd start talking to me like a normal person (I still had his car key but he doesn't know that).
"I thought you were supposed to be nice to your students," I muttered.
"Not when they are going to explain why they got a big red F."
Man, this guy was unbelievable, "Where's your compassion?"
"Where your 'A' is apparently." I growled at 'Mr. Drake' and he rolled his eyes. "Can we get started or are you going to act out all of the X-Men for me?"
I stuck out my tongue and before I could put it back in my mouth, he caught it! Like between his fingers. I about gagged.
"What did I tell you about that?"
"Whet ho!" Which was not a foreign language, but 'let go!' And he did with a satisfied grin (you know the type). " Gross! Now I have to go wash my mouth out!"
"I warned you."
Creep!
Man, and here I thought I was actually going to feel sorry for what Chris and I planned on doing to him!
I finally got my coveted me time, and wouldn't you know, I had nothing to do but flip through the pages of my teams' medical records again. What could I say? I had no life, but at least it's reassuring that neither did they (for the most part).
Completely ignoring Chris' file, I picked up D-M's and began to read. There had to be some type of blackmail worthy information in here. At least that's what I jokingly thought.
Yet again, the joke was on me, as I read and re-read one tiny detail I seemed to neglect the first hundred times I forced myself to look at this thing.
I had to talk to her, and soon!
