Well, This is Interesting
Chapter 5: Sharpie+GinaMayhem
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my two main characters. Yup. Nothing but them. No X-men or Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. (is covering NotC's mouth with her hand) NotC: Mmf memf murf! (translation: Magneto!) DotE: NO!
A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while! It's been hectic with all the camps and stuff. And I'll be gone for the rest of the summer (pouts). But here it is! Oh, and take a look at my other story, Spiderwitch. It's... odd.
Narrator's POV
Gina, Wolverine, Bobby, Rogue, and John arrived at Bobby's parents' house in Boston. As Bobby opened the door, calling to see if anyone was home, Gina immediately went exploring. She found the home office and began poking around.
Meanwhile, Wolverine was in the kitchen. As Bobby's family came in, so did Bobby, John, and Rogue. "Oh, um... hi, Mom?"
"Bobby, who is this guy?"
"Oh, this is... um... Professor Logan."
Bobby and his family were talking when Gina came skipping in. "Look what I did with an extra-ultra fine point cyan Sharpie!" she squealed. Her entire face was now a mess of lines and swirls. "Bobby, do you know this girl?" said his mother.
"She just sort of... tagged along." muttered Bobby. Rogue nodded.
"So, Professor Logan. Er... what do you teach, exactly?" said Bobby's father.
"Art." said Logan.
John sniggered.
"You teach art? Man, I'm going to love this school," grinned Gina.
Beeple Beeple Beep!
"Oh, it's for me." said Logan. He went outside.
"So, Bobby... have you tried... not being a mutant?"
As Wolverine talked outside, there was an uncomfortable silence inside. Then Wolverine broke it by coming back in and saying, "We have to go. Now!"
"What's wrong?"
"Now!"
There were police men and women clustered outside. One of them ordered Logan to "drop the knives." When he didn't, the policeman shot him in the forehead.
"The rest of you, on the ground now!" As they slowly crouched down, Gina thought, Why on the ground? It's not like we can't fire a gun from down here.
"You know all those dangerous mutants? I'm the worst one." said John with an evil grin. He flicked his lighter and threw the fireball at the policemen. Rogue screamed and put her bare hand on John's ankle. As his power was drained, she extinguished the flames.
"Cool!" murmured Gina. "I'm gonna copy your power for myself!" Her eyes flashed the same color of cyan that the Sharpie markings were. She grinned. "Ooh, look, a jet!" she squealed. Everyone looked into the sky and saw the jet. They all quickly ran in, including Wolverine, who had recovered by this time.
"So, who are you, anyways?" said Rogue.
"I am..." she paused dramatically, "the Phaaaaaaaantom of the Operaaaaaa..."
"No, really, who are you?"
"I'm Gina. I ran away from the City of Bellevue because they made mutants illegal."
"Kentucky?"
"Washington."
"D.C.?"
"State."
"That explains a lot."
"Yup... HEY!"
Rogue started laughing. A few minutes later, so did Gina. Then she said, "What's that beeping?"
"Unidentified aircraft, you are ordered to descent to 20,000 feet. Return with our escort to Hanscom Air Force base."
"Wow, somebody's angry." said Storm.
"I wonder why?" muttered Wolverine, glaring at John.
"This is your last warning."
"They're falling back..."
"Don't we have any weapons in this heap?"
"Eep! Scary storm things!"
"Oh god, there's two of them!"
Jean was concentrating hard. One of the missiles exploded. But the other one hit, making them take a sharp dive.
"If only! If only Jean could have turned those missiles into a large sperm whale and a bowl of petunias!"cried Gina.
"NOT NOW, GINA!" cried everyone in the plane as they started to slow down.
Then... they stopped.
"When will these people learn how to fly?"