HELLO!!!! The story's coming a little slow to me and I thought that it would be interesting to take a peek into the minds of a few villains, maybe some other people who haven't been mentioned in a very, very long time (maybe even never). I also had even more time to find mistakes I the things I've written already. Three, so far.
Last time on Meet the Kohlers… When I tried fixing the whole "age/grade" problem I had with Vivian, Nicholas, and Kitty, I had forgotten that I'd already pre-mentioned the age difference between the twins and Matt. If the twins are actually 18, then Matt should be 12. And if you checked Chapter 1 (?) then Matt would be 2 instead of 4 or the twins would be turning 12 instead of 10. After that, there's probably a whole lot more, but for the sake of simplicity, I beg that you just ignore it. Please.
I never fully explained what Wanda was doing in New York. Actually, I still don't know. [PING! GOT IT! She's there because in my story, Wanda is too smart to be hanging around with losers like the Brotherhood and decided to join the X-Men. Definitely not true in X-Men: Evolution, but this is MY story.
Last episode, I also forgot to put up the days in the dates (Am I losing it? Did I ever have 'it' to begin with?) Here they are:
Friday, September 7, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
That's right I found another one. In fact I could probably write a whole page of mistakes so if there's anyone who doesn't even care about the mistakes, just skip down. This mistake was in the last episode I wrote that the X-Men arrived in NYC on the 7th. Which is impossible because they woke up on the 8th. My bad…
This isn't a real mistake, but just in case anyone's wondering, Warren is in his first year of college because he looks too old to be in high school.
Disclaimer: When will you damn lawyers figure it out? I own X-Men: Evolution. No, my fingers are not crossed (yes they are). Where's your sense of trust?
Chapter 5:
Nicholas Kohler
Sometime in the early, early morning ('cause I don't know what the time difference is in the Philippines), Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Here I am half-way across the world from my family and I can't enjoy it. It's somewhere (I'm guessing) around midnight and I should try getting some rest for tomorrow's line-up of work. I'm not much of an insomniac, so I have no idea what to do to help me get some sleep (and counting sheep does not work, so whoever invented that was an idiot). I wish I could talk to Vy. The only thing I can think of is how on the plane to here I kept throwing up because I could feel the mental bond I had with her tearing. And it hurts a hell of a lot more than you would imagine. Take this for example; everyone has a brain (but Lance Alvers). For me, it's like a brain and a half (my own and what I can feel of Vy's). Now imagine that someone is trying to rip out your brain… Okay, bad analogy, but you get the picture… Or you should… Whatever, that was completely off topic. My point was that a even though I can't telepathically feel Vy, I have a sneaking suspicion that something bad is about to happen. Something very, very bad and there's nothing Ican do about it. What can I do from here? That's right, the only thing I can do right now is roll over and slide a little closer to Kitty.
Vivian Kohler
3:30 p.m., Monday, September 17, 2007
Dear Diary,
I've spent a week out of action. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Wolverine refuses to let me train at all. My teachers aren't giving me nearly enough homework to keep me busy (yes, I actually said that). I think they just feel sorry for me because I was in a car accident (yes, I actually said that, too). My cover story at school is that I was hit by a drunk driver while out on the wild, wild streets of Bayville. I can hardly believe that the school administration believed that! At first, I didn't see the point of lying if everyone knows about our after school activities, but the professor said to keep the whole "super-hero" thing quiet.
Here's a list of stuff I can't do:
Walk. For the first two days of injury, I had a bit of trouble walking with my broken leg and sprained (very, very lightly sprained so now I can limp on it) ankle on different legs so I was commissioned a wheelchair. No offense, Professor Xavier, but the wheelchair makes a whole lot of difference in people's attitude. I'm trying to convince people that I can fight and they're treating me like an invalid!
Write. Do you really think that I'm in condition to hold a pencil with my fingers in splints? The only way I can turn in homework is typing on an insanely huge computer keyboard. Think "grand piano" huge.
Have some really hot sex (or even make out) with my boyfriend. That actually has absolutely nothing to do with my injuries (unless you count how unattractive casts and bruises are) since Warren stayed in New York when his parents found him through the all-seeing television.
Talk to my dear, dear, twin brother. I miss him a lot. And even if I can't talk to him, I bet he's feeling pretty crummy, too. That's all I'll say.
Talk to my dear, dear, other brother. He is being moody and refusing to talk to anyone. Sound familiar? He's following in my footsteps :D. At least the boy knows how to sulk.
Right now it's 3:40, which means that it's time for the only thing I'm useful for; Training. Not my own training (though I have been secretly doing some of that), but the younger students'. Professor Xavier just called everyone (but me!) into the hangar to head off to Las Vegas, which means that I'm going to be here alone with them. Unlike Scott, Jean, and even my own brother, the younger students have an extremely low level of respect for me (think it has something to do with the crutch?) and it's a bit hard to be teaching them stuff if they aren't listening. I'm going to be having hours and hours of fun, fun, fun…
Bye Diary,
Vivian Kohler
St. John Allerdyce (Pyro)
4:00 p.m., Monday, September 17, 2007
This is just the mission I've been waiting for. It's something that'll really show the boss man that I can do just as much as that idiot, Gambit. So what if he can actually get a date on Friday nights? I'm the one going on this mission that Magneto said was top-priority. Better focus and make sure Gambit is plenty jealous by the time old Mags is half-way done praising me. Lighter? Check. Uniform? Unwrinkled. Army of robots completely devoted to you (and only you)? Awaiting your orders.
Erik Lensherr
4:00 p.m., Monday, September 17, 2007
I'm not evil. I'm not evil. I'm not evil. Sometimes I have to remind myself that. Because it's true. Evil is wanting to hurt and destroy for the sake of merely hurting and destroying. Evil is what happened to my family when we were prosecuted by Nazis for being Jewish. And I… am not evil. I'm not quite uncaring either. I care about a lot of things… sometimes I think I care too much about some people. Like children that were never (and never will be) really mine. I care for my young Acolytes Gambit and Pyro. I care for my son Pietro and my daughter Wanda. I even care for the Vivian, Nicholas, and Matthew Kohler for all their soft-heartedness for humans. This is a complicated issue. Something that not all people can understand. But I know of one person who does. His name is Charles Xavier. But now I head off to fight him. Why? I do not know…
Bobby Drake
4:00 p.m., Monday, September 17, 2007
This is going to be amusing. Training started 15 minutes ago and the ultimate show of disrespect to a teacher is to come late for their class. Well, actually the ultimate, ultimate show of disrespect would be to skip class altogether, but if I don't come then I don't get to participate in the training session for me, which is unthinkable if you're living in the institute so I'll settle for being late. Vivian's going to be furious and I will become the hero of the class.
Vivian Kohler
4:00 p.m., Monday, September 17, 2007
Bobby Drake is so dead.
Danger Room
4:01 p.m., Monday, September 17, 2007
Iceman walked into the simulator of the Danger Room as if nothing at all had happened. Actually nothing had happened. Everyone was just sitting around doing nothing. How anticlimactic. As he passed, people would take turns to glare at him angrily or mutter something possibly impolite under their breath. Yup, class hero. Bobby swallowed and walked slowly up to Vivian, who seemed oblivious to his entrance and was looking down into the Danger Room.
"Um… I'm sorry about being late. I was- OW!!!!" Pain erupted in his left shin.
"I'm sure." Vivian replied shortly. She hit him with her crutch again, this time on top of his head. "Idiot. I'm not allowed to start a simulation unless the whole team is here. Whatever you've got against me, you never, I repeat, NEVER make the rest of the class pay for your stupidity. Scratch that. Whatever you've got against me, deal with it." Vy was very angry (Author's Note: I should get the Understatement of the Year award for that one). Matt had left ten minutes ago, saying that "waiting for someone so that you can do nothing, is worse than doing nothing at all." So her little brother hates her too. Life was not looking very bright for Vy.
"Why? You're just the reject. You were the one weak enough to get yourself injured in the first place. If you were really good enough to be on the team then you wouldn't be here teaching us. And by the way, we like Storm better." Bobby said without thinking.
Ouch.
When Vivian finally chose to speak her voice was devoid of any emotion and her face was blank except for the stony glare she gave him. "I don't know what twisted, completely false version of what happened in New York City you're hearing, but if you want me to prove my place on the team then I'll do so with pleasure. Get ready for hand-to-hand practice. With me."
Everyone tried (and failed) to hold back the laughter that was, of course, expected. Think logically. Girl with numerous injuries against boy who is in peak physical condition. And Vy isn't allowed to use her powers either. Hmmm…The odds don't seem that great. But Vy isn't a person who goes into battle without something that's sure to make her the victorious winner.
Bobby approached her with a smirk as he iced over. "It's not too late to back out." He taunted.
In response, Vy got into the best fighting stance she could without any help (no crutch since that means she could possibly hit him with it again).
Bobby lunged out suddenly, but Vy stepped aside, grabbed his arm, and flipped him over with as much force as she possibly could. The Iceman landed six feet away. Not bad, she thought, for broken fingers. Bobby breath was knocked out of him but he was up again too soon and aimed a spinning kick at her stomach, but Vy did a backwards roll out of his reach (if Vy were completely healthy and didn't have a cast on her leg, she probably would have done a back flip instead) and punched him squarely in the jaw after he lost his balance from the missed kick. Vy saw an opening when Bobby stumbled back, clutching his jaw, and swept his legs out from under him with her less injured leg, trying to ignore the pain blooming in her hand.
"Well, it's not like I can go full out with you being handicapped and a girl and stuff…" Bobby muttered as he got up.
"Shut-up and fight. I don't care, just try icing me." Vivian snapped as she heard him.
So he tried. And tried. And tried, but Vy either dodged anything pointed in her direction (with surprising agility for someone with a broken leg and without a crutch) or broke his wonderful ice castle with a quick leg kick to the ice. Finally tiring of the routine, Bobby got close enough to try using the leg sweep trick that Vy had already used on him. But apparently she had already figured out what had happened and jumped, avoiding his leg and then aiming a landing kick at his chest. He flinched and prepared to brace himself but after five seconds opened his eyes. Vy had changed her mind in mid-air and in the end, had landed barely missing Bobby's right ear.
"Game over," Vy said in between gasps for breath. Applause and cheers erupted suddenly from all the students (included Bobby) and Vy helped him up off the floor. "Trust me now? I didn't do anything stupid to get my battle wounds. Or anything stupid. Just so you know, I was trying to capture Magneto as he and his Acolytes were escaping, but he let me fall eight stories before I was finally caught. Now does anyone want to continue real class?"
"No way, I want to figure out how you got so strong! You definitely don't look that strong!" Ray shouted out (thoughtlessly).
"Constant drilling with… my old teacher. He had us run more than eight miles every morning and then we would practice fighting with each other. One way of strengthening a weak move, like a snap kick for example, is to do it 50x in a row each day. Eventually, it's so powerful, that you can do this." And with that Vy kicked at one of the thickest sections of solid ice path that Bobby had made. With a satisfying cracking noise, the whole section crumbled. "Feel like practicing?"
Matt Kohler
5:15 p.m., Monday, September 17, 2007
They've been practicing for and hour now and I badly want to join them. But I can't, I don't know if I might lose control of it again. It's best to just think about the pain.
Vivian Kohler
5:15 p.m., Monday, September 17, 2007
This is possibly the best day of my life. Okay, actually, it probably doesn't rank that high up since my hands and leg are throbbing, but compared to the kinds of days I've been having lately, this is like a miracle. No more snickers, pitying looks, or whispers that told me how lowly I was viewed. I admit, what I did to Bobby was immature and probably a very mean thing to do, but I also admit that I couldn't care less. The students are improving and Bobby doesn't seem that hurt. The only thing I'm worried about his Matt. I talked to Jamie and asked him if he thought I should call Matt down, but Jamie said something about Matt "figuring himself out… or something". Okay, is ten years-old a little early for the whole "identity crisis" thing? I thought about going up to talk to him anyway, but decided to respect his want to be alone. At least I've got my little X-angels (Author's Note: I didn't actually mean to use the name of someone's story even though I have been reading it. Read Nara Hoshi a.k.a. Calliope Allerdyce's story X Angels. I doubt that she's actually reading this story, but whatever :D) to occupy my time.
Uh-oh. The institute's security system is picking up some intruders coming in through the forest area of the institute. And the intruders are… No way. No way, no way, no way! Pyro?
Author's Note:
That's all I've written for now. I hope it satisfies all of you readers (that's right, all sixteen of you who I counted on my wonderful stat page!) and convinces the other fourteen of you into sending me a review. BYE!!!
JaxWin