Sivvy: Ok. It has come to my attention, by reading my story on the actual site, that my chapters are shortish. I shall do my best to make them longer. Unfortunately, that means that it will take longer for me to update, so now you know why I didn't update the day after I put up chapter eight. On the upside there will be more story for you to read. Also, this chapter is dedicated to anyone who has reviewed and is special because it marks the first chapter after the 10,000 words point. -sniffle-I am so proud of myself for getting this far. As always, If you notice any mistakes or have any questions or even any comments, do not be afraid to either review on the story or message me. For those of you who have read my spin off of this series, thank you and I hope it wasn't too lame. I'm better suited for putting random funny crap in serious situations than I am at making an entire chapter funny. Now, without further delay, I present to you
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Chapter Nine
A Horrible Predicament
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Part One
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When we reached the head of the statue, I finally realized something.
"Guys, We went the wrong way," I stated, "and I believe it is a trap."
Scott stopped and looked at me.
"You can't be serious." He said.
"Oh but I am afraid it is true." I said, "You see, my dear teacher, Magneto has Rogue up in the torch. We went up into the head. I have only just realized this lapse in judgment and I am afraid we put ourselves into a rather difficult position. You see we have company and, while I'm sure you'd rather argue with me and tell me I'm wrong, you will have no choice to believe me."
"And why is that?" He asked.
And, as if the whole thing was staged, we were bound to the wall by steel like a rat caught in a cage by following the scent of cheese.
"If you had not argued we would have been able to counter his attack." I said, "If only adults would finally realize that teenagers sometimes have the right of it. Instead, they think they are all knowing and capable of proving the younger generation wrong."
"She is a rather strange one, isn't she?" Magneto said coming out of the shadows, "On the train, she was just like any other teenager and now she's acting the adult."
"Strange though I may be, I can still find a way out of here." I retorted.
"Oh, I don't doubt that, but let's make this harder for you." He said.
With that, he pointed Logan's knuckles so that they faced his neck, faced Scott toward Jean, and then, on top of it all, took Scott's visor. Oh, and let's not forget the animal like prison warden. Then, he left. Just like that.
"And now we must devise a plan." I muttered, "But how do we do that without letting the guard in on it. The answer is as follows: we can't do a damn thing to strategize."
I looked over at Logan and saw this contemplating look on his face.
"Don't even think about it, Kitsune no yuujin." I said louder, "Don't make me have to hurt you when we get out of this. Ok. Maybe I can't hurt you, but I'll dig a hole. Don't think I won't. I've done it once and I'll do it again, and this time there will be no foot holds."
The guard looked at me then shrugged it off.
Ok powers. I need to distract the warden, escape the steel bands, and then knock him unconscious. I thought, So the not so good far away shadow powers, followed by the Trap Door(1), and finally the shadow appearance of The Shovel of Humiliation(2). That might work. Or it might fail miserably. In which case, I have my shadow claws and the poison thing. Best part is it couples as an acid.
I made it look like I was staring at the ground, but in reality I was watching the far wall intently. The shadows shifted slightly and I pulled them closer toward me. They came closer, but stopped about six foot behind the guard. They were somewhat in the open so I focused on getting them to shift over to my right, closer to Scott and Jean. At the same time, I was slowly pulling myself into the shadows of the wall I was connected to. The manipulated shadows caught the guards attention and he stared at them. I pulled myself completely into the wall. I stayed inside the shadows and worked my way to the shadows behind the guard. Then I emerged from them and, with shovel in hand, whacked him upside the back of the head with the shovel. The shovel did nothing. He just stood there.
I should have known he had a thick head. I thought, Ok. Plan B.
I used the shovel to hit the back of his knees. He fell, but he was conscious. I was getting annoyed, so, instead of being smart, I hit him in the face with the shovel.
"WHY HAS THE SHOVEL FAILED ME?" I yelled.
I threw the shovel away from me as he got to his feet.
"Plan C it is then." I said.
I ran, as fast as I could, over to Logan and used the poison/acid to set him free.
"Go kick his ass." I said and hid behind him.
He just shook his head and tackled the guard to the ground.
"Wait a second." I said, "Why the hell didn't I use my claws? Actually, a more important question is, why am I flip flopping from one age to another like a suffocating fish that's only a few inches away from the water?"
Storm just looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh yeah." I said, "I can still be useful."
I seem to be spazzing a lot today. It's usually not this bad. Honest. There's just something about today that makes me weirder than normal. Oh well.
I walked over to Storm, seeing as she was closest, and removed the steel from around her. I then did the same for Jean and Scott. I was tempted to leave Scott there, but I would have gotten in trouble for that eventually. As it was, he still found something to nag me about. I thought only mothers nagged people.
"What kind of a plan was that?" He asked.
"Well, it would have worked on you." I said, "And at least I had a plan. Besides, I got out, and I managed to get you guys out, so the joke's on you."
If he could have opened his eyes, he would have glared at me so bad. He might even be tempted to open his eyes on purpose, but they had to be pointed at me of course.
"That was not a plan. That was going in there and swinging a shovel around." He said, "Swinging a shovel is not a plan."
"Logan's fine without a plan." I said watching the fight.
"That's because he's a fighter. You, one the other hand, are a teenage girl who can barely control her powers. What were you even thinking? The first thing you should have done was set one of us free. You should not have tried to take him on yourself. That's Sabertooth out there. He's vicious and would not think twice about killing you." He continued.
He continued yelling, but I tuned him out. I don't know how much time passed, but next thing I know is Logan coming through a hole in the wall and giving Scott his visor back.
"If only the Frenchmen who built this knew what was going on here now, I think they would died from a heart attack, came back to life, refuse to give us the statue, and then call us filthy Americans." I mused.
I looked around and noticed them all staring at me.
"What?" I said, "It's true."
We heard a scream and turned to look at the torch, or what was left of the torch. I saw a bright light start appearing and, for some odd reason, passed out.
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Part Two
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When I woke up, I was in the infirmary staring at the ceiling.
"Ok. What hit me?" I asked to no one in particular.
"You passed out." Jean said.
She was standing next to me with a big ass needle in her hand, and she was about to stick it in my arm.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled, "Get that damn thing away from me!"
I jumped out of bed, pulling machines and ripping off wires, and held my shovel in front of me. I can get the damn thing pretty quick now.
"Don't come any closer or you get a shovel to the face!" I said.
"It's just a needle." She said.
"It is not just a needle." I said with conviction, "It is death in solid form! The day I let you stick a needle in me without me knowing what it will do is the day that hell freezes over and penguins move in only to be run over by Santa Clause and his flying chimpanzees."
"Since when does Santa Clause have flying chimpanzees?" She asked.
"Since the reindeer went on strike and shit on his head." I said still keeping a firm hold on the shovel.
She's a telekinetic and she is not getting my shovel. No way no how.
"It's just a needle." She said.
"I'm sorry, but I don't trust anything that gets stuck into my vein." I said.
That translates as 'I'm horrified of the damn thing and I'm trying to think up an excuse while, at the same time, keeping my eye on you and keeping a grip on my shovel'. I have already spoken of my fear of needles. It is irrational, but I'm not alone. I'm also terribly afraid of bees. I hate the little buggers. The sad part is, I sometimes get violent when I'm scared, so the shovel makes sense. One time I had one of those fly swatters that doubled as a bug zapper. I kept my hold on it all during the picnic we had in the summer. Wait. Focus. I can't get distracted.
Jean sighed and put the needle down. I kept my eyes on her as I slowly moved toward the door. When I got there, I bolted. I went straight to my room and locked the door. Apparently, while we were gone, the professor decided it was best to have a room to myself because one of the beds was missing. He also got me floor to ceiling bookshelves that covered a whole wall and display shelves on another wall.
"Holy Buttered Lamb." I said and walked further into my room.
I saw a note on the night stand. I walked over to it, picked it up, sat on my bed, and began to read:
"I saw how many boxes you had still lying around and remembered your love of books, so I had someone construct shelves for them all. I hope there is enough room for them all. I also noticed your clock and figured you might have similar figurines and had shelves put in for them too.
Sincerely,
Professor X"
Taking a glance at my dragon clock, I saw that it was seven o'clock in the morning. I sighed, stood up, and decided to unpack my books. Surprisingly, I am very well organized. Now that I had the shelf space, I decided to put my books in alphabetical order: by author of course. Then, after staring at them for a good ten minutes, I decided they weren't organized enough. So I reorganized them so they somewhat resembled what you would see in a bookstore. Romance on one shelf, Sci-fi on another shelf, Mystery on yet another shelf, and the same idea for Horror, Paranormal, and Manga. They all had their own shelves. After I was satisfied with that, I unpacked and arranged my dragon statues. I never realized how many I had until I actually put them on the shelves in some semblance of order.
I finally just got tired of staring at them to make sure they looked ok and flopped backward onto my bed. I had just gotten comfortable when there was a knock on the door. I groaned.
"If it's Dr. Grey with a needle, go the hell away." I said.
"It's me, Logan." A voice said.
"Coming." I stood up and walked over to the door.
I unlocked the door, opened it, pulled him inside my room, closed it and locked it again.
"So Jean's after you with a needle?" He asked.
"I don't know." I said, "But she might be. She tried sticking me with one and I freaked out, so the logical assumption is that she'd be coming after me with it."
"What age are you at right now?" He asked.
"Seventeen." I said, at his look I added, "I'm prone to using big words. Twenty-five just puts them in a proper way and crap like that. So what's up?"
I sat down on my bed and leaned back on my hands. He was about to answer, when he noticed all my books.
"You read a lot. Don't you?" He asked.
"Yes." I said, "Unfortunately, I am out of books to read at the moment. I guess I could reread some, but I only ever reread certain ones, so it doesn't take very long to get through them."
He looked at me and raised his eyebrow.
"Where do you think Twenty-five came from?" I asked, "She sure as hell didn't pop up over night."
"So she came from you reading a lot?" He asked.
"Eighty percent of her." I said, "The other twenty percent of her came from a pool accident. Don't ask."
"Ok. I won't." He said and sat next to me, "So when did you unpack all of this? It wasn't here last time."
"Just now." I said, "Why do you think I was reluctant to get the damn door?"
"So the way to tell if it's your actual age in charge is to wait until you curse?" He asked.
"Pretty much. Thank you for figuring it out yourself." I said, "Three shows up when I'm on a sugar high, Six shows up when I'm bored, and Twenty-five shows up when I'm writing, giving advice, or when I need to explain something. You can't get rid of them, but you can get the one you want to the front by doing something specific. To get Six's attention, just give me a cookie. To get Three's attention, just get me hyped up on Mountain Dew. To get Twenty-five's attention, just ask for advice or tell me to write an essay."
"And what about your actual age?" He asked.
"To be honest, I don't know." I said, "Seventeen shows up when she's needed. Other than that, I've got nothing."
"So in other words, we put you in a fight?" He asked.
"I don't know, so don't ask." I glaring at him, "Actually, just get me mad at something. That'll probably work. Now is there a reason you're here or did you want to bug the hell outta me by asking questions?"
"Oh, I think you know why I'm here." He said.
Oh shit! I thought, Of course! Why am I being stupid today? Actually it's probably a different day, but I don't care.
I looked up at him through my lashes and smirked.
"So that's it huh?" I asked, "It's seven-" I looked at the clock, "-holy butterscotch candies is a bowl full of jello! How the hell did it take me five hours to get that crap unpacked and organized?"
Logan looked at me.
"It took you five hours to do that?" He asked.
"Yes." I said.
Logan pulled me down to sit in his lap.
"Maybe you should stop getting distracted on me." He said and kissed me.
"Maybe you should follow your own advice Mr. Twenty Questions." I retorted and kissed him back.
Within three minutes he had me laying back on the bed and my shirt half unbuttoned with him straddling me, holding my wrists above my head with one hand, his other hand unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way, and kissing, nipping, and sucking on my neck.
Next thing I know, my door is being blasted open by an irate looking Scott glaring a hole in Logan.
Busted.
Dear Diary,
Only four words need to be said: I am so screwed.
Sivvy
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1) The Trap Door is what I like to call the power of merging with the shadows to move from one place to another
2) The Shovel of Humiliation is just the shovel I pull out from the shadows to use as a weapon. The humiliation part is because it was used to dig the Deep Hole of Humiliation.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter
Ja Ne