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------------------If you can dodge a ball, you can dodge a wrench-----------------
In the Danger Room, early in the morning, Marc was hitting a punching bag as Logan watched near by. Logan walked over to a small control panel, press a few buttons and then several projectiles launched at Fyreside.
Marc kicked the bag then dodged a razor disk; two sand bags were coming at him and he blasted them, incinerating them instantly. A shot put shot at him and he fell to the ground to avoid the contact, now on the ground, a seventy-pound medicine ball fell from above and he rolled out of the way. Quickly getting to his feet, Marc was met with a sand bag to the chest and another that he blocked with his…face.
Logan walked over and held out his hand, Marc grabbed it and Logan pulled him to his feet. "Thanks," Marc said. "Sorry about screwing up there."
Logan gave him a, rarely seen, half smile. "Ya did better then ever b'fore. I think we've completed your training."
Marc's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"No kidding?"
"Yes."
"For seriously?"
"Marc!"
"I'm done then?"
Logan growled, not out of anger that's just what he does. "You'll be joining with the New Mutants in a week."
"A week?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Why so long?"
Logan sighed. "You get the week off." He, reluctantly, explained.
"Sweet…do I get a diploma?"
"No."
"Darn."
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Rogue walked through the crowded hallways of Bayville High looking for a writing utensil. It seems that Kitty had replaced hers with pink fuzzy pens, that she was forced to use half the day, as payback for Rogue giving some of her stuffed animals tattoos. Which was completely unfair of Kitty, Rogue thought Mr. Dragon looked quite fetching with that black pentagram on his forehead.
"Hey Bobby, can Ah borrow a pen?" Rogue asked walking up to his locker.
"Hey Rogue you catching a ride with Kitty or Scott?" Bobby queried as he began to walk away.
"Neither, Ah'm walkin' today."
"You've been walking home a lot lately."
"Yeah, so?" She snapped, stomping her foot.
"It was just a statement, nothing meant." Bobby replied, walking away.
"Good!" She yelled crossing her arms.
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Mrs. Potter was trying to drown Marc's snoring out most of the class, but now he was sleep talking.
"Mr. Maseon!"
Marc jumped up in his seat with a paper stuck to his face from his drooling, "I'm taking notes!" He started scribbling on his desk.
"Marc this is the third time this week," Her anger was becoming visible, "and it's only Monday!"
"Sorry Mrs. Potter, it won't happen again." Marc apologized wiping the sleep from his eyes; his training was making him tired.
"Now Marc if you don't learn the details of isosceles trapezoids and the mysterious dodecagons where do you expect to be in ten years?"
"Yes Mrs. Potter." Marc said flatly
"Asking 'Do you want fries with that?' that's where."
"Yes Mrs. Potter."
(A/N: that was a word for word conversation that I had with my teacher earlier this year.)
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Well there was one reason, after all, why Rogue was walking home more often. No, it was to firm her buns and thighs or to train for cross-country; it was so she could be with him. Though Remy was welcomed by the Professor, Logan was another story…even after the Professor talked to him he still does not take too kindly to it. A place where you have to worry if Logan is going to bust into a room and try to impale Remy every other second is not a very calming setting. So, she walks and he's always there. Everyday.
"I've been waitin' fo' ya, Chere." Remy announce charmingly as Rogue came into sight.
"Well Ah've got school." She said strongly.
"Well school did not'ing fo' Remy, here let me take those," He took her books from her and carried them, "an' look at me now."
Rogue smiled warmly. "Yeah, ya talk in the third person, not ta mention write in it, ya have poor grammar…"
"Okay…point taken." He said and put his arm around her, being careful not to touch her skin.
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After school, Marc was digging through the fridge at the institute when Kitty walked in.
"Hey whatcha doing?" She said sitting on the counter.
"Just looking for something to snack on." He said walking over to her with a granola bar in his hand. Kitty pulled it from is hand, tossed it to the other counter, and kissed him.
"Oh that reminds," Kitty said, hopping off the counter. "Tell the others to not eat too much, I'm cooking tonight. Thanks." Before Marc could say a word, she was already out the door.
About twenty minutes later Kurt bamfed into the room and went for an apple. "Oh hey Kurt, Kitty said to not to eat too much because she's cooking tonight."
Kurt's jaw dropped along with his apple. "RED ALERT! I REPEAT RED ALERT!"
Marc jumped, shocked by the whole thing.
Kurt ran around the institute shouting at the top of his lungs. "THIZ IZ NOT A DRILL!"
All that was heard was doors slamming and a few screams. Logan walked out of his room to see what the fuss was about, Kurt ran past him screaming and he just spun around calmly and walked back into his room.
Marc walked into the front room. "Hello…anybody?" His voice echoed. He began to walk around the institute searching for someone…or any signs of life for that matter. A door behind him opened and several arms pulled him in.
"Sit him down." a voice said and he could feel people pushing him down into a chair. "Listen to me and listen good." As if on cue, Sam turned the lamp on. "You're still relatively new so we don't expect you to know, but Kitty is a God awful cook." Jubes said.
Marc raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? And why did you pull me in here?"
"She singed me tail last year!" Rahne growled.
"Yeah, an' she was just makin' sushi." added Sam.
Bobby walked over to Marc. "Listen I'm telling you, as your friend, do-not-eat-her-cooking."
"Okay, okay, now just let me go." Marc said breaking free from their grasps. "Thanks for the warning guys."
"You're welcome and Marc…no one needs to know about this." Jubes said menacingly, with that the lights turned off, and Marc exited.
Silence.
"Why are we still standing in the dark?" asked Ray.
Jubes swung her arm, basically a shot in the dark.
"Oww…who hit me?"
Jubes cringed. "Sorry Amara…" She swung her other arm back.
A thud was heard and Bobby grunted. "Jubes, watch it."
"Sorry, but you probably deserved it."
Silence.
"Umm…guys I'm a little afraid of the dark." Jamie whined; Sam turned on the light. "That's better."
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"You have the stuff?" The man asked as he entered the large chrome laboratory, the doors swooshed shut behind him.
The younger man sighed and ceased his current activities so he could tend to the matter at hand. "You know it; I even took the liberty of making some extra adjustments for you."
"All I asked was for-" The man started but was cut off.
"Hey I know what you're gonna say, but why settle when you can get a super groo-" He was cut off.
"Fine they'll do, but next time just listen to what I ask for." The older man snarled.
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Kitty was in the kitchen slicing up carrots and putting them in boiling water, as Scott walked in.
"Smells good Kitty what are you making?" Scott asked intrigued by the surprisingly pleasant aroma.
Kitty's face brightened. "Thanks Scott, I'm making…you know I'm not sure, I couldn't decide. So I just decided to wing it and create something."
Scott winced. "Sounds good, I hope it turns out…edible." The last part Scott mumbled.
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Marc was starving, he didn't eat lunch because he was lectured by his geometry teacher and didn't eat breakfast because of his stupid alarm clock.
"Dinner's served!" Kitty exclaimed, and the mansion's tenants, minus Xavier he said he had paperwork to do…no one bought that, came down slowly dragging their feet. To their surprise, Logan was already down there pouring drinks.
"My, my Logan, that's very polite of you to do that." Ororo complemented.
Logan scowled. "Don't get used to it; this is only a one time thing."
Ororo smiled and took a glass from Logan.
Everyone had a seat and began to poke at their plates…maybe to see what it was or maybe just to see if it was dead. Whatever it was no one wanted to touch it, let alone eat it.
"C'mon Marc taste it." Kitty begged.
Marc downed his glass of lemonade and picked up a spoonful, everyone inhaled deeply.
"No kid." Logan thought to himself.
"Umm…Kitty, where's the salt?" Jamie asked cutely,
"Oh silly me I left it in a bag in the car, be right back." She said.
"N-ow!" Evan announced making sure Kitty was gone first, everyone finally exhaled.
"I owe you Jamie." Marc said.
"You better believe it."
Everyone jumped up and quickly scooped as much of the substance as possible onto their napkins, Marc just played along. Suddenly Kitty's voice rang through the halls and everyone dashed back to their seats.
"Hey guys I found…why are you all out of breathe?" Kitty asked, tapping her foot.
"We just scarfed your food, man was it tasty." Evan said rubbing his stomach.
"I'm glad you liked it." Kitty said cheerfully. "Now who wants seconds?"
"NO!" Everyone shouted.
"I think what we're trying to say is…RUN!" Bobby said as he ran out of the room.
"We'll save it for tomorrow Kitty," Jean said picking up a few plates, "I'll help you with the dishes."
"O-kay." Kitty thought aloud as she watched them all leave the dining room. "Oh hey, Marc come here."
Marc turned and walked up to his girlfriend. "Yeah Kit?"
She looked at him with her head lilted to the side and ran a hand through his uncombed hair. "Sooo…what did you think?"
He put his hand on her shoulder and smiled. "…well, Kitty, I can say that it was the best…." He paused and though for a second, he couldn't figure out what the Hell it was. "…whatever it was I had ever had."
She squeaked and smiled cheerfully before latching herself onto him with a hug. "I so glad you liked it." She hugged him tighter. "I can't wait to cook for you again."
He smiled feebly as she squeezed the air from his lungs. "Can't…lungs…oxygen." He, mockingly, gasped for air.
She released him for her hug of death and smile humbly. "Sorry, but I'm just so happy you liked it."
He smiled at her warmly, put his hand to her cheek and drew her lips to his. She smiled into the kiss then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
Jean was looking for her. "Kitty, where are you? Did you forget that YOU were supposed to help me clean the…" She trailed off and smiled as she saw the two kissing. "Or are you a little busy at the moment?"
Kitty ceased her actions and turned to Jean. "Sorry…I completely forgot."
"I'll meet you back in the kitchen." Jean announced and took her leave.
Kitty turned back to Marc. "I gotta go help Jean now…" He trailed off as he began kissing her neck; she pushed him back before she could not resist. "No, I have to go." She said, kissed him, and walked into the kitchen.
He smiled and watched her walk away. Suddenly Marc put his hand to his head and almost fell over, he began felling dizzy. He shook it off and just figured that it was due to the early training.
He waited for the dizziness to stop before going out and meeting up with the others.
"You guys up for watching a movie?" Roberto asked as the new mutants left the dining room and headed for the rec-room. Everyone agreed.
"I'm out…I'm feeling a little funny, I think I'm gonna crash for the night." Marc said, walking away from the group to his room.
"Dude, it's only seven?" Evan shouted towards Marc, but he just kept walking.
When Marc got to his room he put on his nightclothes, plopped onto his bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
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"Flying Crocodile!" Jamie yelled.
"Flying Shark!" Roberto shouted back.
"What are you two arguing about now?!" A perturbed Jubilation snapped.
"You're smart Jubes: if a Flying Shark battled a Flying Crocodile in a battle where there could be no winners, who would win?" asked Jamie.
"I'd have to say the…shut-up-before-I-smack-you-both!" Jubes said gesturing as if she was ready to swing.
"You two are so immature." Bobby said holding Jubes' arm back. "Jubes why don't you just go over there and help Rahne and Amara pick out a movie and cool down a little."
"Thanks Bobby." She said and walked away.
He watched her leave, when he was sure she was out of earshot, he quickly turned back to Jamie and Roberto. "Put me down for Flying Croc."
-
Cold air blew tiny shards of snow onto his face, stinging him each time. He shivered involuntarily as his limp hand grazed the snowy ground below. His palm opened and gripped a handful of snow but quickly pulled away when he felt the cold burn him. Unconscious he lays there, on a sleeping bag in the snow.
"Wake up!" A voiced boomed in his ears, "Get ready it's time."
He slowly opened his eyes, but quickly shut them as the cold air dried them out. He finally was able to keep his eyes open, he looked around and saw nothing but snow and trees surrounding him.
"Where…where the Hell am I?" Marc thought…
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