Here it is! The official first chapter! I know you're all excited and all
that stuff. Anyway, I made it nice and long. Oh, and for you people who
hate original characters...you are in for an unpleasant surprise. This sequel
will soon be packed with original characters, because I love them. And in
case, you didn't know, I only own the original characters and the plot.
Wait...one mistake, three original characters are NOT mine...Aaron, Shawn, and
Bear belong to Pyrotic. I got permission to use them, so it's not like
they're out for the taking...you must ASK FIRST!!!!
Aaron Kerr studied the blueprints in his hand. He removed a walkie-talkie from his belt.
"Windowpane!" he said softly into the walkie-talkie, "This is King Kerr. Are you in position?"
"Yeah, I'm in position," the voice of Aaron's twin brother Shawn came through the walkie-talkie, "Why do you get to be 'King Kerr'?"
Aaron ignored him, "Nightlight, how about you?"
"Yup, I'm ready," Ruben Ryder's voice emitted from the device in Aaron's hand, "I'm 'Spying Hard'."
Aaron rolled his eyes, "Ok, Aunt Artica, what's your status?"
"It's all clear down here," Cory Sanders spoke through the walkie- talkie, "I notice your codename is better than everyone else's."
"That's ok," Aaron muttered seriously into his two-way radio, "Nice rhyme, by the way."
Turning around, Aaron spotted Max Crawford walking towards him and the nearby stairway. Max happened to be a short-tempered, muscular guy in his late teens. Aaron shot out in front of him before he could get to the stairs.
"Uh, Max, heh, heh, how's it goin'?" Aaron said innocently.
Max raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with this stairway?"
"This stairway?" Aaron struggled to think of something, "Uh, Mr. Summers is in a real bad mood and he's lurking down there trying to catch some unsuspecting kid in his trap."
At that moment, Scott Summers turned the corner and began to walk towards the stairway.
"Quick, in here!" Aaron dragged Max into the nearest room.
Aaron suddenly realized where he was as Rogue, Jubilee, Kitty Pryde, and Rahne Sinclair stared at them.
"Uh, sorry, folks," Aaron said, feeling rather stupid and taking the walkie-talkie from his belt, "Get ready, troops!"
Scott moved towards the stairway. Taking one step downward, his foot found some conveniently placed marbles. Experiencing the inevitable, he continued to slip down the stairway meeting marbles on every step.
Shawn, hearing the commotion, tightened his grip on the near invisible wire attached to the wall opposite him. Cory, also hearing the pandemonium, opened the basement door (which was directly across from the stairway) and placed the trash barrel on the top step. He then ran to hide.
Seeing Cory flee, Ruben opened the old washing machine, squirting a mixture of soap foam and maple syrup inside. Ruben then made a run for the secret escape route hidden in the basement.
Meanwhile, Scott had reached the last step and thought his ordeal was over. Shawn, however, quickly changed Scott's mind by pulling on the wire, causing Scott to trip directly into the trash barrel waiting for him. The barrel then continued to roll down the basement stairs until it reached the last step. The barrel suddenly flipped, sending Scott careening into the rusty washing machine, expediently filled with foam and syrup.
Back in the girls' room, Aaron spoke into the hand-held radio, "Did it work?"
"Judging from all the noise, I think it did," Shawn answered.
Aaron turned to the girls and said importantly, "I'll be leaving you now."
With that, he pulled Max back out of the room.
"See, Scott's down in the basement and I'm sure he's real mad, and he's probably going to try to kill the first kid he sees," Aaron explained to Max, "What'd I tell ya?"
Aaron met up with Shawn, Cory, and Ruben in the Meal Room.
"Well, I think we were successful," Aaron said triumphantly.
"Successful at what?" Ray Crisp had just walked up to the group.
"Uh, well, nothing really," Shawn shook his head.
"Dude, you guys are never doing 'nothing really'," Allen Orris commented from behind Ray.
"Spit it out," Kyle Grifford said, standing at least a foot above the rest of them and shaking his long, curly hair out of his face.
"Ok," Aaron said and then gasped, "Look behind you!!!!"
Scott had just walked into the room, covered in sticky looking foam.
"RUN!!!" Aaron and Shawn screamed at the same time.
Aaron, Shawn, Ruben, and Cory scattered, while Ray, Allen, and Kyle simply turned around to see exactly what was behind them. A split second later they were overcome by a spasm of laughter which left them helpless for the following five minutes.
Bobby Drake was helping Sam Guthrie with homework, when a large armadillo hurtled past them, followed by Shawn, Ruben, and Cory. Bobby and Sam received an even greater surprise when a foamy Scott flew around the corner in a rage.
Shawn, Ruben, Cory, and the armadillo burst into the room of Travis Cooper, Frank Rogers, and Max. Cory also bunked in that room.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Travis looked up from the chessboard that he and Frank were using.
"I'm dominating Travis, here," Frank informed everyone. The chessboard was, in fact, covered with Frank's pieces. Travis had only a few dotted around the board.
"Anyway, what's going on?" Travis tried again.
"A man of intrigue, he lives for the thrill," Ruben broke into song, "Always has places to go, and people to kill."
"No, actually, we're trying to escape Summers," Shawn explained.
"What'd you do to him now?" Travis asked, curious.
"Well, let's just say he looks like a sticky sheep," Aaron said hesitantly after changing back from the armadillo.
"Uh, guys, we should close the door," Cory suggested, "He's coming."
"Heeeeee wouldn't care, if they kicked him, and grabbed him, and shot him, and stabbed him, and nailed both his ears to the wall," Ruben sang loudly.
"Keep it down, you glow-in-the-dark fool," Aaron hissed, "He'll hear us."
The door suddenly burst open to reveal the foamy Scott. Apparently, the syrup had been pretty sticky because a framed picture of a tree was stuck to Scott's head.
"Alright! Alright!" Shawn fell to his knees, begging, "We'll come quietly as long you don't touch us with those sticky hands!"
The four pranksters followed Scott from the room hanging their heads.
"They're in for a brutal chastisement this time," Frank shook his head.
Later that day, everyone was sitting around the tables in the Meal Room. Bobby was still getting his dinner from Mr. Kamon, the aged cook.
"I'll have steak and a roll," Bobby told him.
Mr. Kamon picked up a piece of steak with a pair of tongs and reached for a roll from a basket.
"Aagh! They're moldy!!!" Mr. Kamon shouted, throwing the basket of moldy rolls backwards.
"I'll just stick with the steak," Bobby assured the crazy cook.
"I wouldn't expect pancakes or any of that sort for breakfast tomorrow," Mr. Kamon warned him, "unless you like 'em plain! We don't got no more syrup for some reason!"
Bobby walked quickly away from the food counter and towards the tables. He sat down next to Kurt Wagner and Louis Shultz.
"The rolls were moldy," Bobby told them all as he sat down.
"Yeah, we noticed," Amara Aquilla said, disgusted.
"We probably should have warned you," Evan Daniels shrugged.
"But we thought it would have been funnier if you actually ate one," Ray smirked, "Mr. Kamon spoiled it though."
"Oh, thanks," Bobby said sarcastically.
"Incoming!" Roberto Da Costa pointed to a furball flying through the air. The furball landed between Steve and Melanie Seaton.
"I's come to munch on you's foooooood!" the furball said threateningly, "Yummermunchles! Gobbleychompchomp! Ha! Ha! Haaaa!"
"Here, Bear," Siryn said calmly, pushing a piece of steak to the furball.
"Raaahhh!" Bear pounced on the steak and ate it, making growling noises, "Now I's thuwsty!"
Bear walked across the table to Ruben's glass of root beer. Picking it up, he turned to Sarah Weidman's glass of orange soda and dumped the root beer into the other glass. He then proceeded to guzzle the 'orange beer' until it was gone. He gave a tiny belch.
"Nummy!" he said satisfied, "I's done now! I's goin' ta bed fowa stowy!"
Over at the other table, Scott was retelling his experience with the rest of the teachers.
"So I suddenly found myself inside an old washing machine," Scott explained, "I was covered with foam and syrup."
"How did you punish them?" Jean Grey asked while Logan snorted in his beer.
"I gave them cleaning duty for the next two months," Scott said.
"Isn't that a little harsh?" Hank McCoy asked, scratching his furry head.
"I've had enough of their pranks," Scott said seriously.
Tom Fulke, Peter Rasputin, Ben Flemming, and Logan got up and left the room. Scott and Jean accompanied Storm, Beast, and Professor Charles Xavier to his office.
"You four can tell the other four later," Xavier said immediately, "but, I have some information on Nucleo."
"What's he doing?" Storm asked.
"A local mutant known as Carl Towers was renamed Mayhem and..." Xavier started.
"He joined Nucleo didn't he?" Jean already knew the answer.
"Yes," Xavier said grimly, "Although I believe he doesn't have anything against humans, his plan could become disastrous."
"Keep us updated," Scott said seriously.
"I'll be checking on him with Cerebro frequently to see what he's up to," Xavier assured him.
The next morning, Roberto, Shawn, Aaron, and Kyle woke up to an outburst in the neighboring room.
"It's too early for this," Roberto groaned.
"Ooh, this should be good," Aaron pressed his ear to the wall only to take it away again. A loud burst of singing had issued from the other side of the wall.
"Wow," Aaron said covering his ear.
"I'll be mellow when I'm dead, I'll be mellow when I'm dead, I'll be mellow when I'm dead!" Ruben's song easily moved through the wall.
"You will be dead if you don't stop singing!" Ray yelled.
"Dude! I'm trying to snooze!" Allen shouted.
"Can't you guys ever sleep in?!" Bobby voiced his thoughts loudly.
Shawn crept to the door and disappeared from view, "I think I'll lighten his mood a bit by surprising him."
A few moments later they heard Bobby leave the room. A few moments after that, they heard Shawn's 'surprise'.
"AAAAAAAAAAAA," Bobby yelled in shock and frustration.
"Happy to be of service," Shawn dashed back into his room, shutting and locking the door.
Bobby ground his teeth in frustration. He couldn't stand Ruben in the mornings. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't stand Ray, Allen, Aaron, Shawn, or basically anyone else in the mornings. Checking his watch, Bobby groaned. It was 6:33.
"I'm not going back in there," Bobby told himself, "I won't be getting any sleep."
Bobby walked across the hallway and down the stairs.
"I might as well see if Mr. Kamon is cooking breakfast yet," Bobby said aloud.
Bobby rounded the corner to see Packrat sniffing the air. Professor Xavier had taken Packrat in after finding him in a cave with the help of the older X-Men. Packrat's only problems were his appearance, his love for random objects, and his slight insanity.
"What're you doing, Packrat?" Bobby asked for lack of anything better to do.
"Brine smells sneakley peoples creepsing about," Packrat answered. He often called himself Brine, trying to pronounce his actual name, Brian.
"Are you sure you don't smell Mr. Kamon cooking?" Bobby asked.
"Not cookys!" Packrat shook his head, "Is peoples trompsing about in the grass!"
"Are you sure?" Bobby said calmly.
"Yes!" Packrat looked around at the ceiling, "Must find the slinksome creatures."
"Alright," Bobby yawned, "I'll go check out anything outside and you can stay in here and get breakfast or something."
"Brekface?" Packrat grinned, "Brine is very hungersome."
Bobby watched Packrat scurry away into the Meal Room and then turned around and walked towards the front door. Reaching the door he paused.
"What am I doing?" he thought to himself, "Why would there possibly be anyone outside?"
He sighed, "I might as well check."
He opened the door and took a step back in shock. A girl with shoulder-length blonde hair was standing outside holding a few suitcases. A taller guy, obviously her brother, his hair was the same shade of blonde as the girl's was. He was walking up the path balancing an armload of duffel bags on his arms. It was like he was trying to keep his hands off of anything.
"Nice pajamas," the girl commented.
"Uh, thanks," Bobby stuttered, still getting over his shock, "Well, come in, I guess."
"Man o' the house, eh?" the girl remarked, following Bobby into the house.
"Great," Bobby thought to himself, "a witty, Irish girl."
"So, where we staying?" the girl was obviously outgoing.
"Well, I wouldn't know," Bobby said calmly.
"Keep it down out there!" Mr. Kamon bellowed quite loudly, "You'll wake the whole mansion with that racket!"
"Sorry, Mr. Kamon," Bobby apologized.
"Oh, I completely forgot!" the girl exclaimed as Mr. Kamon went grumbling into the Meal Room, "I'm Erin McNevin! Oh, and this is my brother, Chris. Don't shake his hand though. It'll hurt!"
"Um, ok," Bobby decided to introduce himself, "I'm Bobby Drake."
"Cool! Where is everyone?" Erin looked around.
"Oh, well, it's a little early for everyone to be awake," Bobby explained.
"Well, how come you're awake?" Erin asked.
"Well, that's a long story," Bobby sighed.
"Great! You can tell us over breakfast," Erin suggested without waiting for an objection, "C'mon, Chris!"
Before they could enter the Meal Room, Xavier wheeled himself up to the students.
"If you come with me, Chris, I can do something about your hands," Xavier offered.
"Um, ok," Chris accepted, looking rather surprised that Xavier knew his name.
Bobby and Erin watched Chris follow Xavier away down the hallway.
"Let me explain," Erin said as she entered the Meal Room, "Obviously, we're mutants. Chris's mutation is kind of annoying. Anything that makes contact with the palms of his hands..."
She paused, mysteriously, "dissolves, is eaten away, burns to nothing!"
"Oh," Bobby took a bite of a muffin, "They call me Iceman. It's kind of self explanatory."
"Are we supposed to have names like that?" Erin asked suddenly.
"I don't think you have to," Bobby shrugged, "but it's kind of a cool thing."
"I'll have to try to think of one for me, then," Erin declared.
"What's your power anyway?" Bobby's curiosity got the better of him.
"I can make these neat, pink bubbly things," Erin tried to explain.
"Um, that's uh..." Bobby stuttered, not understanding at all.
"Here, let me show you," Erin cut him off. Clenching her fist, she raised it in front of her. She unclenched it revealing a hot pink, glowing sphere.
"I can make em' bigger or smaller and make more," Erin clarified, "I can do all sorts o' cool stuff with em'."
She clenched the sphere in her fist again and it was gone. Bobby checked his watch.
"I'm sure people will start to come down now," Bobby informed her.
"Well, I'm going to go greet them," Erin stood up.
Bobby watched her walk away and couldn't help thinking that the mansion had just adopted another nut.
Erin rounded the corner and stopped by the staircase. She only had to wait a moment before someone walked down the stairs.
"Hi!" Erin said immediately.
Amara nearly jumped out of her shoes.
"You scared me," she said catching her breath.
"Oh, sorry," Erin apologized.
"That's alright," Amara assured her, "I'm Amara Aquilla."
"I'm Erin McNevin," Erin introduced herself, "You'll see my brother, Chris eventually."
"Cool. I'll see you later," Amara smiled.
"Ok," Erin waved and turned back to the stairway.
Shawn walked down the stairs and almost walked into Erin.
"Excuse me, Madame," Shawn said elegantly, "I didn't see you there."
"Um, ok," Erin stared at him.
"Hey, you're new, aren't you!" the fact had suddenly hit Shawn hard in the head.
"Aye," Erin nodded.
"I'm Shawn Kerr," Shawn extended his hand, "Master of Camouflage."
"I'm Erin McNevin," Erin shook his hand.
"Heeeyyyy! My brother's name is Aaron!" Shawn grinned.
"Why do you have a squirrel on your shoulder?" Erin asked.
"What?! A squirrel?!" Shawn looked around frantically and gasped, "A SQUIRREL!!"
Shawn snatched the squirrel from his shoulder and hurled it away, down the hall.
"Oh, dear," Shawn hit himself in the forehead, "Aaron'll never forgive me for this one."
Erin scratched her head while Shawn dashed down the hall apologizing to the squirrel. Erin shrugged and walked back into the Meal Room.
The Meal Room was filled now. There must have been another staircase, since Erin knew that she had only met two people and one squirrel. She sat down next to Bobby and her brother.
"Dude, it's the other Aaron!" Allen exclaimed.
"Her name's, like, spelled differently," Kitty told him.
"Eeeeverything you know is wrong," Ruben sang.
"What a welcome," Ray shook his head.
"Mo peepo!" Bear popped out of nowhere.
"Hey, Chris, what's with the gloves?" Travis asked, curious.
"Your professor gave them to me because my power, uh, isn't safe without the gloves," Chris said shyly, obviously a lot less outgoing than his sister, "These gloves are specially designed."
"What happens if you take them off?" Rogue asked tugging at her own gloves, "Is your skin dangerous?"
"Only the palms of my hands," Chris explained, "Anything that touches them is burned through."
"My skin is dangerous, too," Rogue stated, "Touching my skin allows me to steal your power temporarily and also give you a nasty surprise."
"Shawn, where's your brother?" Erin asked Aaron, thinking he was Shawn.
"I'm not Shawn," Aaron gritted his teeth.
"You are, too," Erin insisted, "You're the Master of Camouflage."
"No, I'm not," Aaron mumbled, "I'm the squirrel."
"The squirrel?" Erin's confusion nearly matched Allen's level.
"I'm the Master of Camouflage," Shawn said from a few seats away, "Good, old Aaron here can transform into any animal, including things from his own twisted mind."
"You're the one with the twisted mind, you squirrel slinger," Aaron cast Shawn a dirty look while Shawn gave a dry laugh.
"Why is he singing?" Erin asked, indicating Ruben.
"It's one of the great mysteries of life," Ray replied seriously. Amara jabbed him with her elbow.
"Hey, has anyone seen Max?" Kyle asked, looking around.
"He was present at the precise moment of my awakening," Frank offered.
"He was the last one out of the room, if he left at all," Cory frowned.
"Who's Max?" Erin asked.
"He's kind of a big guy," Aaron explained, "Doesn't talk much, spiky hairstyle, neat-looking shades."
"Dude, maybe he got lost," Allen suggested.
"Yeah, sure, Allen," Travis shook his head.
Xavier quickly rolled himself down the hallway. He stopped at the door to Cerebro and waited for it to open. He moved into the room and placed the headset on his head. The images of mutants immediately flooded the room. Searching, Xavier finally saw the form of Max Crawford. His fears had been confirmed.
He removed the headset and wheeled himself back out of the room. Turning a corner, he found Jean exiting a room.
"Jean!" Xavier exclaimed, panicking, "Max has left the institute!"
Enjoy it did you? Well, review if you did. If not, then you just wasted your precious time. Anyway, I thought it would be helpful to you if I specified where I got any specific quotes. I will eventually go back and do this to Domination at all Costs, but not now.
The only quote-like things in this chapter are:
Ruben sings small parts of the Weird Al songs:
Spy Hard
I'll Be Mellow When I'm Dead
Everything You Know Is Wrong
I will hopefully post the next chapter soon, but I will be gone next week, so it may not be for a while.
disappears mysteriously
Aaron Kerr studied the blueprints in his hand. He removed a walkie-talkie from his belt.
"Windowpane!" he said softly into the walkie-talkie, "This is King Kerr. Are you in position?"
"Yeah, I'm in position," the voice of Aaron's twin brother Shawn came through the walkie-talkie, "Why do you get to be 'King Kerr'?"
Aaron ignored him, "Nightlight, how about you?"
"Yup, I'm ready," Ruben Ryder's voice emitted from the device in Aaron's hand, "I'm 'Spying Hard'."
Aaron rolled his eyes, "Ok, Aunt Artica, what's your status?"
"It's all clear down here," Cory Sanders spoke through the walkie- talkie, "I notice your codename is better than everyone else's."
"That's ok," Aaron muttered seriously into his two-way radio, "Nice rhyme, by the way."
Turning around, Aaron spotted Max Crawford walking towards him and the nearby stairway. Max happened to be a short-tempered, muscular guy in his late teens. Aaron shot out in front of him before he could get to the stairs.
"Uh, Max, heh, heh, how's it goin'?" Aaron said innocently.
Max raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with this stairway?"
"This stairway?" Aaron struggled to think of something, "Uh, Mr. Summers is in a real bad mood and he's lurking down there trying to catch some unsuspecting kid in his trap."
At that moment, Scott Summers turned the corner and began to walk towards the stairway.
"Quick, in here!" Aaron dragged Max into the nearest room.
Aaron suddenly realized where he was as Rogue, Jubilee, Kitty Pryde, and Rahne Sinclair stared at them.
"Uh, sorry, folks," Aaron said, feeling rather stupid and taking the walkie-talkie from his belt, "Get ready, troops!"
Scott moved towards the stairway. Taking one step downward, his foot found some conveniently placed marbles. Experiencing the inevitable, he continued to slip down the stairway meeting marbles on every step.
Shawn, hearing the commotion, tightened his grip on the near invisible wire attached to the wall opposite him. Cory, also hearing the pandemonium, opened the basement door (which was directly across from the stairway) and placed the trash barrel on the top step. He then ran to hide.
Seeing Cory flee, Ruben opened the old washing machine, squirting a mixture of soap foam and maple syrup inside. Ruben then made a run for the secret escape route hidden in the basement.
Meanwhile, Scott had reached the last step and thought his ordeal was over. Shawn, however, quickly changed Scott's mind by pulling on the wire, causing Scott to trip directly into the trash barrel waiting for him. The barrel then continued to roll down the basement stairs until it reached the last step. The barrel suddenly flipped, sending Scott careening into the rusty washing machine, expediently filled with foam and syrup.
Back in the girls' room, Aaron spoke into the hand-held radio, "Did it work?"
"Judging from all the noise, I think it did," Shawn answered.
Aaron turned to the girls and said importantly, "I'll be leaving you now."
With that, he pulled Max back out of the room.
"See, Scott's down in the basement and I'm sure he's real mad, and he's probably going to try to kill the first kid he sees," Aaron explained to Max, "What'd I tell ya?"
Aaron met up with Shawn, Cory, and Ruben in the Meal Room.
"Well, I think we were successful," Aaron said triumphantly.
"Successful at what?" Ray Crisp had just walked up to the group.
"Uh, well, nothing really," Shawn shook his head.
"Dude, you guys are never doing 'nothing really'," Allen Orris commented from behind Ray.
"Spit it out," Kyle Grifford said, standing at least a foot above the rest of them and shaking his long, curly hair out of his face.
"Ok," Aaron said and then gasped, "Look behind you!!!!"
Scott had just walked into the room, covered in sticky looking foam.
"RUN!!!" Aaron and Shawn screamed at the same time.
Aaron, Shawn, Ruben, and Cory scattered, while Ray, Allen, and Kyle simply turned around to see exactly what was behind them. A split second later they were overcome by a spasm of laughter which left them helpless for the following five minutes.
Bobby Drake was helping Sam Guthrie with homework, when a large armadillo hurtled past them, followed by Shawn, Ruben, and Cory. Bobby and Sam received an even greater surprise when a foamy Scott flew around the corner in a rage.
Shawn, Ruben, Cory, and the armadillo burst into the room of Travis Cooper, Frank Rogers, and Max. Cory also bunked in that room.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" Travis looked up from the chessboard that he and Frank were using.
"I'm dominating Travis, here," Frank informed everyone. The chessboard was, in fact, covered with Frank's pieces. Travis had only a few dotted around the board.
"Anyway, what's going on?" Travis tried again.
"A man of intrigue, he lives for the thrill," Ruben broke into song, "Always has places to go, and people to kill."
"No, actually, we're trying to escape Summers," Shawn explained.
"What'd you do to him now?" Travis asked, curious.
"Well, let's just say he looks like a sticky sheep," Aaron said hesitantly after changing back from the armadillo.
"Uh, guys, we should close the door," Cory suggested, "He's coming."
"Heeeeee wouldn't care, if they kicked him, and grabbed him, and shot him, and stabbed him, and nailed both his ears to the wall," Ruben sang loudly.
"Keep it down, you glow-in-the-dark fool," Aaron hissed, "He'll hear us."
The door suddenly burst open to reveal the foamy Scott. Apparently, the syrup had been pretty sticky because a framed picture of a tree was stuck to Scott's head.
"Alright! Alright!" Shawn fell to his knees, begging, "We'll come quietly as long you don't touch us with those sticky hands!"
The four pranksters followed Scott from the room hanging their heads.
"They're in for a brutal chastisement this time," Frank shook his head.
Later that day, everyone was sitting around the tables in the Meal Room. Bobby was still getting his dinner from Mr. Kamon, the aged cook.
"I'll have steak and a roll," Bobby told him.
Mr. Kamon picked up a piece of steak with a pair of tongs and reached for a roll from a basket.
"Aagh! They're moldy!!!" Mr. Kamon shouted, throwing the basket of moldy rolls backwards.
"I'll just stick with the steak," Bobby assured the crazy cook.
"I wouldn't expect pancakes or any of that sort for breakfast tomorrow," Mr. Kamon warned him, "unless you like 'em plain! We don't got no more syrup for some reason!"
Bobby walked quickly away from the food counter and towards the tables. He sat down next to Kurt Wagner and Louis Shultz.
"The rolls were moldy," Bobby told them all as he sat down.
"Yeah, we noticed," Amara Aquilla said, disgusted.
"We probably should have warned you," Evan Daniels shrugged.
"But we thought it would have been funnier if you actually ate one," Ray smirked, "Mr. Kamon spoiled it though."
"Oh, thanks," Bobby said sarcastically.
"Incoming!" Roberto Da Costa pointed to a furball flying through the air. The furball landed between Steve and Melanie Seaton.
"I's come to munch on you's foooooood!" the furball said threateningly, "Yummermunchles! Gobbleychompchomp! Ha! Ha! Haaaa!"
"Here, Bear," Siryn said calmly, pushing a piece of steak to the furball.
"Raaahhh!" Bear pounced on the steak and ate it, making growling noises, "Now I's thuwsty!"
Bear walked across the table to Ruben's glass of root beer. Picking it up, he turned to Sarah Weidman's glass of orange soda and dumped the root beer into the other glass. He then proceeded to guzzle the 'orange beer' until it was gone. He gave a tiny belch.
"Nummy!" he said satisfied, "I's done now! I's goin' ta bed fowa stowy!"
Over at the other table, Scott was retelling his experience with the rest of the teachers.
"So I suddenly found myself inside an old washing machine," Scott explained, "I was covered with foam and syrup."
"How did you punish them?" Jean Grey asked while Logan snorted in his beer.
"I gave them cleaning duty for the next two months," Scott said.
"Isn't that a little harsh?" Hank McCoy asked, scratching his furry head.
"I've had enough of their pranks," Scott said seriously.
Tom Fulke, Peter Rasputin, Ben Flemming, and Logan got up and left the room. Scott and Jean accompanied Storm, Beast, and Professor Charles Xavier to his office.
"You four can tell the other four later," Xavier said immediately, "but, I have some information on Nucleo."
"What's he doing?" Storm asked.
"A local mutant known as Carl Towers was renamed Mayhem and..." Xavier started.
"He joined Nucleo didn't he?" Jean already knew the answer.
"Yes," Xavier said grimly, "Although I believe he doesn't have anything against humans, his plan could become disastrous."
"Keep us updated," Scott said seriously.
"I'll be checking on him with Cerebro frequently to see what he's up to," Xavier assured him.
The next morning, Roberto, Shawn, Aaron, and Kyle woke up to an outburst in the neighboring room.
"It's too early for this," Roberto groaned.
"Ooh, this should be good," Aaron pressed his ear to the wall only to take it away again. A loud burst of singing had issued from the other side of the wall.
"Wow," Aaron said covering his ear.
"I'll be mellow when I'm dead, I'll be mellow when I'm dead, I'll be mellow when I'm dead!" Ruben's song easily moved through the wall.
"You will be dead if you don't stop singing!" Ray yelled.
"Dude! I'm trying to snooze!" Allen shouted.
"Can't you guys ever sleep in?!" Bobby voiced his thoughts loudly.
Shawn crept to the door and disappeared from view, "I think I'll lighten his mood a bit by surprising him."
A few moments later they heard Bobby leave the room. A few moments after that, they heard Shawn's 'surprise'.
"AAAAAAAAAAAA," Bobby yelled in shock and frustration.
"Happy to be of service," Shawn dashed back into his room, shutting and locking the door.
Bobby ground his teeth in frustration. He couldn't stand Ruben in the mornings. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't stand Ray, Allen, Aaron, Shawn, or basically anyone else in the mornings. Checking his watch, Bobby groaned. It was 6:33.
"I'm not going back in there," Bobby told himself, "I won't be getting any sleep."
Bobby walked across the hallway and down the stairs.
"I might as well see if Mr. Kamon is cooking breakfast yet," Bobby said aloud.
Bobby rounded the corner to see Packrat sniffing the air. Professor Xavier had taken Packrat in after finding him in a cave with the help of the older X-Men. Packrat's only problems were his appearance, his love for random objects, and his slight insanity.
"What're you doing, Packrat?" Bobby asked for lack of anything better to do.
"Brine smells sneakley peoples creepsing about," Packrat answered. He often called himself Brine, trying to pronounce his actual name, Brian.
"Are you sure you don't smell Mr. Kamon cooking?" Bobby asked.
"Not cookys!" Packrat shook his head, "Is peoples trompsing about in the grass!"
"Are you sure?" Bobby said calmly.
"Yes!" Packrat looked around at the ceiling, "Must find the slinksome creatures."
"Alright," Bobby yawned, "I'll go check out anything outside and you can stay in here and get breakfast or something."
"Brekface?" Packrat grinned, "Brine is very hungersome."
Bobby watched Packrat scurry away into the Meal Room and then turned around and walked towards the front door. Reaching the door he paused.
"What am I doing?" he thought to himself, "Why would there possibly be anyone outside?"
He sighed, "I might as well check."
He opened the door and took a step back in shock. A girl with shoulder-length blonde hair was standing outside holding a few suitcases. A taller guy, obviously her brother, his hair was the same shade of blonde as the girl's was. He was walking up the path balancing an armload of duffel bags on his arms. It was like he was trying to keep his hands off of anything.
"Nice pajamas," the girl commented.
"Uh, thanks," Bobby stuttered, still getting over his shock, "Well, come in, I guess."
"Man o' the house, eh?" the girl remarked, following Bobby into the house.
"Great," Bobby thought to himself, "a witty, Irish girl."
"So, where we staying?" the girl was obviously outgoing.
"Well, I wouldn't know," Bobby said calmly.
"Keep it down out there!" Mr. Kamon bellowed quite loudly, "You'll wake the whole mansion with that racket!"
"Sorry, Mr. Kamon," Bobby apologized.
"Oh, I completely forgot!" the girl exclaimed as Mr. Kamon went grumbling into the Meal Room, "I'm Erin McNevin! Oh, and this is my brother, Chris. Don't shake his hand though. It'll hurt!"
"Um, ok," Bobby decided to introduce himself, "I'm Bobby Drake."
"Cool! Where is everyone?" Erin looked around.
"Oh, well, it's a little early for everyone to be awake," Bobby explained.
"Well, how come you're awake?" Erin asked.
"Well, that's a long story," Bobby sighed.
"Great! You can tell us over breakfast," Erin suggested without waiting for an objection, "C'mon, Chris!"
Before they could enter the Meal Room, Xavier wheeled himself up to the students.
"If you come with me, Chris, I can do something about your hands," Xavier offered.
"Um, ok," Chris accepted, looking rather surprised that Xavier knew his name.
Bobby and Erin watched Chris follow Xavier away down the hallway.
"Let me explain," Erin said as she entered the Meal Room, "Obviously, we're mutants. Chris's mutation is kind of annoying. Anything that makes contact with the palms of his hands..."
She paused, mysteriously, "dissolves, is eaten away, burns to nothing!"
"Oh," Bobby took a bite of a muffin, "They call me Iceman. It's kind of self explanatory."
"Are we supposed to have names like that?" Erin asked suddenly.
"I don't think you have to," Bobby shrugged, "but it's kind of a cool thing."
"I'll have to try to think of one for me, then," Erin declared.
"What's your power anyway?" Bobby's curiosity got the better of him.
"I can make these neat, pink bubbly things," Erin tried to explain.
"Um, that's uh..." Bobby stuttered, not understanding at all.
"Here, let me show you," Erin cut him off. Clenching her fist, she raised it in front of her. She unclenched it revealing a hot pink, glowing sphere.
"I can make em' bigger or smaller and make more," Erin clarified, "I can do all sorts o' cool stuff with em'."
She clenched the sphere in her fist again and it was gone. Bobby checked his watch.
"I'm sure people will start to come down now," Bobby informed her.
"Well, I'm going to go greet them," Erin stood up.
Bobby watched her walk away and couldn't help thinking that the mansion had just adopted another nut.
Erin rounded the corner and stopped by the staircase. She only had to wait a moment before someone walked down the stairs.
"Hi!" Erin said immediately.
Amara nearly jumped out of her shoes.
"You scared me," she said catching her breath.
"Oh, sorry," Erin apologized.
"That's alright," Amara assured her, "I'm Amara Aquilla."
"I'm Erin McNevin," Erin introduced herself, "You'll see my brother, Chris eventually."
"Cool. I'll see you later," Amara smiled.
"Ok," Erin waved and turned back to the stairway.
Shawn walked down the stairs and almost walked into Erin.
"Excuse me, Madame," Shawn said elegantly, "I didn't see you there."
"Um, ok," Erin stared at him.
"Hey, you're new, aren't you!" the fact had suddenly hit Shawn hard in the head.
"Aye," Erin nodded.
"I'm Shawn Kerr," Shawn extended his hand, "Master of Camouflage."
"I'm Erin McNevin," Erin shook his hand.
"Heeeyyyy! My brother's name is Aaron!" Shawn grinned.
"Why do you have a squirrel on your shoulder?" Erin asked.
"What?! A squirrel?!" Shawn looked around frantically and gasped, "A SQUIRREL!!"
Shawn snatched the squirrel from his shoulder and hurled it away, down the hall.
"Oh, dear," Shawn hit himself in the forehead, "Aaron'll never forgive me for this one."
Erin scratched her head while Shawn dashed down the hall apologizing to the squirrel. Erin shrugged and walked back into the Meal Room.
The Meal Room was filled now. There must have been another staircase, since Erin knew that she had only met two people and one squirrel. She sat down next to Bobby and her brother.
"Dude, it's the other Aaron!" Allen exclaimed.
"Her name's, like, spelled differently," Kitty told him.
"Eeeeverything you know is wrong," Ruben sang.
"What a welcome," Ray shook his head.
"Mo peepo!" Bear popped out of nowhere.
"Hey, Chris, what's with the gloves?" Travis asked, curious.
"Your professor gave them to me because my power, uh, isn't safe without the gloves," Chris said shyly, obviously a lot less outgoing than his sister, "These gloves are specially designed."
"What happens if you take them off?" Rogue asked tugging at her own gloves, "Is your skin dangerous?"
"Only the palms of my hands," Chris explained, "Anything that touches them is burned through."
"My skin is dangerous, too," Rogue stated, "Touching my skin allows me to steal your power temporarily and also give you a nasty surprise."
"Shawn, where's your brother?" Erin asked Aaron, thinking he was Shawn.
"I'm not Shawn," Aaron gritted his teeth.
"You are, too," Erin insisted, "You're the Master of Camouflage."
"No, I'm not," Aaron mumbled, "I'm the squirrel."
"The squirrel?" Erin's confusion nearly matched Allen's level.
"I'm the Master of Camouflage," Shawn said from a few seats away, "Good, old Aaron here can transform into any animal, including things from his own twisted mind."
"You're the one with the twisted mind, you squirrel slinger," Aaron cast Shawn a dirty look while Shawn gave a dry laugh.
"Why is he singing?" Erin asked, indicating Ruben.
"It's one of the great mysteries of life," Ray replied seriously. Amara jabbed him with her elbow.
"Hey, has anyone seen Max?" Kyle asked, looking around.
"He was present at the precise moment of my awakening," Frank offered.
"He was the last one out of the room, if he left at all," Cory frowned.
"Who's Max?" Erin asked.
"He's kind of a big guy," Aaron explained, "Doesn't talk much, spiky hairstyle, neat-looking shades."
"Dude, maybe he got lost," Allen suggested.
"Yeah, sure, Allen," Travis shook his head.
Xavier quickly rolled himself down the hallway. He stopped at the door to Cerebro and waited for it to open. He moved into the room and placed the headset on his head. The images of mutants immediately flooded the room. Searching, Xavier finally saw the form of Max Crawford. His fears had been confirmed.
He removed the headset and wheeled himself back out of the room. Turning a corner, he found Jean exiting a room.
"Jean!" Xavier exclaimed, panicking, "Max has left the institute!"
Enjoy it did you? Well, review if you did. If not, then you just wasted your precious time. Anyway, I thought it would be helpful to you if I specified where I got any specific quotes. I will eventually go back and do this to Domination at all Costs, but not now.
The only quote-like things in this chapter are:
Ruben sings small parts of the Weird Al songs:
Spy Hard
I'll Be Mellow When I'm Dead
Everything You Know Is Wrong
I will hopefully post the next chapter soon, but I will be gone next week, so it may not be for a while.
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