wow, a second chapter! hey, i might even finish this story!
disclaimer: i own my guitar ... no wait that's my dads ... i own the x-men ... no wait they belong to marvel ... i own my character. so there.
I was walking home from school, quietly making my fingers become wind and then flesh again, when i bumped into someone. that someone turned out to be quite large, and rather menacing.
he must have been watching me for some time, because as soon as i bumped into him, he cried "mutant scum!" and gave me a shove into the ditch. Well, suitably pissed off, i started screeching
at him, saying things like "what the fuck do you think youre doing, asshole?!" and "cant you see i'm walkin here!!" but he just growled some more and continued to point and shout "mutie!"
really unsure about the proper proceedings for encounters like this, and getting more and more frightened as the man went on, i started walking home again, quickly. he began to follow. then
other people started following, shouting anti-mutant slogans. i dont know where these people came from, but they all looked similar in their shirts which had the same "F.O.H." letters on them.
okay, now i was just about shitting bricks, as a news reel suddenly jumped to the front of my mind. this story had been about a teenaged boy beated to death not three miles from his house. the
lead suspects were a group of radicals calling themselves the "friends of humanity" ... F. O. H. ... oh shit, was i in for it now.
so, finally cracking i broke into a run. i know i know, you're thinking "what the hell is wrong with you, just turn into the wind and fly away!" but its one of those things, like trying to
take a leak when youre swimming in a lake ... you know you can, there's no penalty, but all that training you had about not peeing in pools and bathtubs come back and its impossible. well, its the
same thing, i'd never used my powers in public before (except for that first time) and i couldnt conceive doing it now. so instead i just started booting it like my life depended on it ... which it
probably did. it was then that the air started crackling with electricity, and the once clear sky became dark and cloudy. my persuers stopped and looked up. there in the sky was a woman dressed in
a skimpy white skin tight suit, hanging there, in the air, with the winds and rains supporting her. well, i took my chance and ran into an alley, making myself small and invisible behind a large
dumpster.
the next thing i knew, there was a whole crew of freaks in spandex kicking the foh guy's ass. there was a guy who shot laserbeams from his eyes, a chick who didnt seem to do much, but people
fell before her, clutching their heads, a hairy man with blue fur, and another with footlong claws comin from the backs of his hands. there was another gorgeous woman with a skunk stripe in her hair
flyin around and beatin on people like nothing could hurt her, and others, who i didnt get a good look at. when the mutant haters were subdued, the man with the laser eyes turned to the head chick and
asked "where's that girl they were after". she then closed her eyes and all of a sudden i felt this ... uh ... sorta tickle ... on my mind and i knew that it was from her. well, i freaked and started
running again. she started telling me (in my head!) that they werent gonna hurt me and that they called themselves the x-men, but i'd had just about enough of freaky stuff for one day, and since i was in
the alley and no one could see me, i just turned into wind and blew away. there was a brief struggle as the windrider tried to control me, but i guess i slipped her grasp cause pretty soon i was landing
in front of my house, none the worse for wear, despite my harrowing experience.
disclaimer: i own my guitar ... no wait that's my dads ... i own the x-men ... no wait they belong to marvel ... i own my character. so there.
I was walking home from school, quietly making my fingers become wind and then flesh again, when i bumped into someone. that someone turned out to be quite large, and rather menacing.
he must have been watching me for some time, because as soon as i bumped into him, he cried "mutant scum!" and gave me a shove into the ditch. Well, suitably pissed off, i started screeching
at him, saying things like "what the fuck do you think youre doing, asshole?!" and "cant you see i'm walkin here!!" but he just growled some more and continued to point and shout "mutie!"
really unsure about the proper proceedings for encounters like this, and getting more and more frightened as the man went on, i started walking home again, quickly. he began to follow. then
other people started following, shouting anti-mutant slogans. i dont know where these people came from, but they all looked similar in their shirts which had the same "F.O.H." letters on them.
okay, now i was just about shitting bricks, as a news reel suddenly jumped to the front of my mind. this story had been about a teenaged boy beated to death not three miles from his house. the
lead suspects were a group of radicals calling themselves the "friends of humanity" ... F. O. H. ... oh shit, was i in for it now.
so, finally cracking i broke into a run. i know i know, you're thinking "what the hell is wrong with you, just turn into the wind and fly away!" but its one of those things, like trying to
take a leak when youre swimming in a lake ... you know you can, there's no penalty, but all that training you had about not peeing in pools and bathtubs come back and its impossible. well, its the
same thing, i'd never used my powers in public before (except for that first time) and i couldnt conceive doing it now. so instead i just started booting it like my life depended on it ... which it
probably did. it was then that the air started crackling with electricity, and the once clear sky became dark and cloudy. my persuers stopped and looked up. there in the sky was a woman dressed in
a skimpy white skin tight suit, hanging there, in the air, with the winds and rains supporting her. well, i took my chance and ran into an alley, making myself small and invisible behind a large
dumpster.
the next thing i knew, there was a whole crew of freaks in spandex kicking the foh guy's ass. there was a guy who shot laserbeams from his eyes, a chick who didnt seem to do much, but people
fell before her, clutching their heads, a hairy man with blue fur, and another with footlong claws comin from the backs of his hands. there was another gorgeous woman with a skunk stripe in her hair
flyin around and beatin on people like nothing could hurt her, and others, who i didnt get a good look at. when the mutant haters were subdued, the man with the laser eyes turned to the head chick and
asked "where's that girl they were after". she then closed her eyes and all of a sudden i felt this ... uh ... sorta tickle ... on my mind and i knew that it was from her. well, i freaked and started
running again. she started telling me (in my head!) that they werent gonna hurt me and that they called themselves the x-men, but i'd had just about enough of freaky stuff for one day, and since i was in
the alley and no one could see me, i just turned into wind and blew away. there was a brief struggle as the windrider tried to control me, but i guess i slipped her grasp cause pretty soon i was landing
in front of my house, none the worse for wear, despite my harrowing experience.