Hi, readers! Thank you, thank you, thank you to my one (and only) reviewer, ScarlethasPhoenixpower. YOU ROCK!! Anyway, here goes the second episode of a story that should (hopefully) be attracting more viewers by the chapter!
Chapter 2:
Matthew Kohler
5:45 a.m., Sunday, September 2, 2007
This. Is. So. Lame… I have a long list of complaints that I naturally felt that I should type onto a paper so that Vivian could properly feel the suffering that I am going through.
Matt's List of Complaints for his sister, Vivian:
The fact that I am awake at 5:45 in the morning and not sleeping in bed for another hour.
We're not at home…
I'm still feeling sick from Vivian's driving yesterday (where are all the traffic jams that we got used to NYC? At least there we were partially safe in a car!)
Vivian spazzed out in the middle of the night and wrote us introductory speeches. INTRODUCTORY SPEECHES!!!
I now have a sticker on my shirt stating my full name… I will live with a paper bag over my head for the rest of my life. And where did she get sticker paper?
Nicholas Kohler
6:00 a.m., Sunday, September 2, 2007
Life as usual, waking up at insane hours, trying to get my schizo sister to relax, secretly meeting up with a girl for a little late-night action… okay, so maybe the last wasn't true. Or isn't at the moment… a guy can hope can't he?!?! (crash sounds) Damn… if only Vivian couldn't read my mind. GET OUT OF HERE, VY!
How should I break the news to Kitty? "My brother's an evil sex fiend" or "Stay away from Nicholas (he's a pervert)"? And by the way, I also heard that "schizophrenic" line.
OUT, OUT, OUT!! THIS IS MY MIND! And you kind of are, schizophrenic, I mean. You're 1/5 kick-ass mutant, 1/5 nervous wreck/almost annoyingly over-confident, 1/5 over-achiever and then the rest goes to being "the big sister".
Sheesh… I just popped in to remind you to have your introductory speech; you didn't need to lecture me.
Oh, uh, yeah, well, it kind of… accidentally-got-lost…
Did you lose it in the washing machine?
Yeah! I mean, definitely, of course. You know how tricky those washing machines are…uh, yeah.
Idiot. We haven't used the mansion's washing machine yet. It's 6:00 in the morning! I'm still your older sister (even if it's only by a few minutes) and you're going to need all of your healing power after I get through with you!
Heh-heh…oops. Isn't it time for our formal welcoming to the mansion?
You were saved this time, Nicholas…
Danger Room
6:05 a.m., Sunday, September 2, 2007
"…and with that said, I'd like all of you to welcome our three new students; Vivian, Nicholas, and Matthew Kohler," the professor finished warmly. All of the students were gathered for a pre-Danger Room session meeting. Matt took his cue (a shove in the back from Vivian) and stepped forward, taking a deep breath.
"Hi, my name is… my name is Matthew Alexander Kohler," he muttered the last part, hoping nobody would notice his middle name. "I have the mutant power to become invisible at my own will and I'm a great computer hacker, even though this isn't really one of my powers. My favorite colors are pink, lilac, and cherry?" Matt said looking up from his index card.
"I just wondered how far you would actually go." Vivian said mischievously. "Anyways, up next is my twin brother Nicholas."
"My full name is Nicholas Daniel Kohler, but I'd rather just leave the Daniel part out," Nicholas took a quick look at Vivian and returned to his index card. "My power is to heal wounds. Actually, if you think about it I can really only heal minor things, like bruises, broken bones, and cuts. I'm an excellent lock-picker, though, so if you ever need to get revenge on someone…" Nicholas glanced at Professor Xavier and decided it was time to bring up his sister.
"My name is Vivian Bianca Kohler and my brothers and I have just moved here from New York City. In our previous school, I took various courses so I'm skilled in archery, sword-fighting, knife-throwing and other stuff you might not expect a sixteen year-old to know. I'm an excellent gymnast especially with my mutant ability to change shape and take on others' appearances." She paused and looked up to see Kitty visibly confused. "Is something wrong... Kitty?"
"Well… you said, like, shape-shifting was, like, your power. Then how did you, like, get Ms. Cummings and Principle Darkholm to, like, cave?" Kitty asked haltingly.
Like, I, like, told her, like, the truth, like.
Be nice to Kitty, Vy. Please.
Why, Nick, you old softie! Fine, I'll try…no promises.
"I'm charismatic…?" Vivian said trying to hide her sarcasm. "Anyways, the real reason we moved here was because someone found out that we were mutants and that led to angry mobs of people holding modern-day pitchforks. Safety in numbers, right?"
"Vivian, sadly that saying is all too true though, I think I speak for the whole of us when I say that we'd love to have you here. So, why don't we continue that Danger Room session plus a few new students?"
Vivian Kohler
4:00 p.m., Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Dear Diary,
Nope, not lonely… not one bit. Don't wish for any small bit of company since my brother is outside "doing stuff" (which really means making out) with Kitty in the very much secluded area of the pool. My younger brother, on the other hand, is out "tutoring" his (cough, girl, cough) classmates… Which really means making out…This world sickens me... I guess I just might as well reminisce since I have nothing better to do than wallow in self-pity.
By the time Nick and I had turned eleven, we were both master pick-pockets/lock-pickers working for our lord, the original, Thief-Man (he was a hulking fourteen year-old so stop calling me a coward). We weren't especially proud of our skills but it kept Matt reasonably well-fed and healthy so it was a living. The day we were kicked out of our charitable (NOT) Thief-Man's protection, was the day when all three of our mutant powers manifested. Thief-Man had been furious when I had gotten caught in the middle of swiping someone's wallet because Matt was about to get hit by a speeding driver. Matt was still only five years-old and stood in the road like a deer in the face of a truck so I had to reach out and grab him while also alerting my victim that he had nearly had his money snatched. We were able to get away from the man whose wallet I had been stealing, but when Thief-Man caught up with us we got a five minute lecture. After that we just ran. Sad, huh?
It gets worse. We took shelter in an alleyway, and had barely been able to catch our breath when a bunch of type-A teenage jocks came looking for a live punching bag. My father had originally taught us all to defend ourselves but skinny and under-fed is nothing on beefy football players. "…" Dumb, Dumb, and Dumber say something they think is witty and I tackle one of them, managing to knock him down and give him some nasty bruises. I hear Nicholas screaming in his mind (we'd been able to read minds before our mutant powers but just thought it was one of those twin things, just like finishing off each other's sentences) and the crack of a bone told me that Jock #2 had broken Nick's arm. Time for a little protective sister action. I felt my skin burning and I soon realized when I looked into a puddle that I was my dad. There's nothing to say about that but, wow, it felt weird. With the extra bulk on my side I beat up the idiots (the rest was just a blur) and felt my skin burn up again until, when it felt like I'd burst into flames, I was just me again.
I looked up and saw Nick swinging his arm around and testing its reflexes. He was muttering about it being broken, but somehow not broken but I was looking for Matt, who had disappeared. He literally appeared out of nowhere and started crying.
That was when I noticed a boy about my age at the time with flaming red hair just standing at the opening of our alley. He suddenly smiled and yelled, "THAT WAS SO COOL!" I thought he was just some weirdo who was going to try to sell us out as freaks for what he'd seen, but the boy soon introduced himself. "I'm St. John Allerdyce, but you can call me Pyro. I think I know someone who would love to help you build those cool powers of yours."
…
Rogue just stopped in and told me that if I didn't hurry up then I would miss my chance at becoming guide for a hot new recruit… Should I go? Heck, why not…
Maybe I'll tell you more about him when I next write…
Bye Diary!
Vivian Kohler
Professor Xavier
4:05 p.m., Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Fingers crossed and hope this works…
"Alright Warren, I know that the chances of your parents allowing you to stay at the mansion are slim but I think you'll be happy to take a trip around the institute with someone I'll handpick right now. So if you just wait here I'll go into the next room and get her."
Being sneaky is not the type of thing that I like to do…But it's for a good reason…
Professor Xavier's Office
4:06 p.m., Wednesday, September 5, 2007
The entire female population of the institute (excluding Kitty since she was still busy "doing stuff" with Nicholas) was waiting for the decision. Who would get the much wanted position of escort for, the one and only, Angel? Professor Xavier glanced unsurprised at the crowd in his office, but let his gaze fall on Vivian.
"Vivian, I think that you would make an excellent guide for our new recruit."
The room burst into shouts and objections.
"But Professor, I'm the new kid here. By all rights, I should be the last person who gets to show around whoever this is. And-" Vivian started but was interrupted when Angel opened the door.
"Uh, Professor, I heard some shouting. Is this norm-"
"WARREN!" Vivian yelled in shock
"Vy?" Warren asked perplexed (but still quite happy).
"Professor…" Vivian said in a hoarse, angry whisper.
"Um… Vivian? I didn't-" Warren started cautiously.
"Hey everyone wha- WARREN?!?!" Nicholas said entering the room with Kitty.
"Nicholas…" Warren said, feeling cornered.
Vivian slid slowly down against the wall into a seat on the ground with her face covering her eyes.
"I'm sorr-" Warren said, trying to speak again but being interrupted by Matt, just coming in.
"What is he doing here?!" he said in a harsh voice.
"Why are you doing this to me, Professor?" Vivian asked in a voice that said she couldn't be reasoned with.
"Stop! Everyone; out of my office. Vivian, Warren, stay here. I believe there may be some issues to be worked out…" The professor was finding out the hard way that being sneaky never works out.
Author's Note: Hi, there goes my second episode. I hope you're actually reading this and if you are reading this you're cool. If you want to earn a couple more points, you can give me a review! Thanks for reading!
JaxWin