Chapter 5-

AN: I finished chapter 5! I finished chapter 5! *dance party* Whooohooo!

A Fan: One word: Sequel. About meeting Logan and Victor, yes. I'm thinking of having her go through the Wolverine Origin movie. And then Iron 3 when it comes out of course.

mutationsrule: Thanks Dina.

Also a word on my updating, I'm working on chapter 5 for Alternate, chapter 1 & 2 for Magick, chapter 2 for The Tenth Companion: The Mutant Travler. On top of all that, I'm working on my book (that I'm planing on getting actually published), a major project is due in Com. Arts, all this pressure about high school, and on top of all that my cat just died.

This is a very stressful time for me. You readers would make it a lot easier by giving me some reviews. (This is where I get all kinds of sappy) It warms my heart to see people who take the time to read this and then comment on it.

Yeah, mutationsrule and divergentandproudofit are never going to let that go. I am such a sap sometimes.

That and I haven't been really sure where exactly to go with this story so yeah. Also my mom keeps on taking away my computer. Well tonight, she forgot to take it away from me. *evil smirk*

On with the story!

Monday. The worst day of the week.

It seems like there's this 'master being' out there that is just out to ruin my day.

No, the Man in the Moon does not count.

It's like the universe itself is plotting against me.

I was wearing a dark green skirt, dark blue turtleneck, combat boots, a simple gold chain around my neck, red lipstick and my black sweater.

That morning, my toast got burnt, my tea got spilled all over my skirt and made it look like I peed myself, my bike got a flat tire and basically had a crappy morning.

And just when I was ready to leave, the radio said that the roads were closed and shops were advised to stay closed due to a big snowfall.

At this point, I'm ready to go outside and punch Jack Frost in the face.

I don't care that maybe he was my fiance in a past life! He will not, and I mean will not ruin my day.

I grab a blanket and my black messenger bag. In there are my silver mac book; the charger for it; my old-fashioned Polaird camera, Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers, Book 2 of the Trilogy, hardcover edition; pencil case; pencil sharpner; colored pencils, and my sketchbook.

Since shops were advised to stay closed, I guess I'll go to the lake. You know sketch a bit, get my head cleared.

Might as well. I mean, Bunnymund is going to probably to open up a tunnel entrance right under my feet instead of asking politly.

Guess what? He did. I'm pyscic! Not. He's just that predictable. Bunnymund I mean.

Stupid rodent.

Idiotic rodent.

After tumbling through the tunnels, swearing and cursing until I ran out of cuse words and started to make up my own, I landed on my bag in front of the big fo-sorry-five.

I was cursing in Russian by then. I quickly checked my stuff to make sure nothing was broken.

Good! Everything intact! Except. For. "My colored pencils!" I waved them in front of said rodent's face. "You could have warned me! You could have given me a heads up! But nooooooo! You had to open up one of your STUPID tunnels right under my feet without any warning at all! I have a fair amount of bruises from those stupid tunnels! And then I landed on my bum on my bag ON TOP OF MY BRAND NEW OIL PASTEL COLORED PENCILS! I HAVEN'T EVEN USED THEM YET! THE BOX HASN'T EVEN BEEN OPENED! AND YOU MADE ME BREAK THEM! DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THESE ARE?! VERY VERY EXPENSIVE! BUT NOOOOOOO! YOU COULDN'T SHOW YOUR STUPID RODENT FACE LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO GET MY BEERINGS!"

I took a deep breath and put the *ahem* BROKEN colored pencils back in my bag. Crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently. "Well? I haven't got all day?"

All five of them were staring at me like I had grown another head. Hehehehe. I'm goooooood. Got them speechless.

"Well then, I'll be leaving." I started to walk into the shadows, but North got his bearings.

"You are to be ze next guardien." He said.

Now I'm looking at them like they've grown two heads. I sighed. "how many times do I have to explain this to you? I. Am. Not. Even. A. Spirit. Comprendo?"

"You've gotta be it mate." The rodent told me. "The Manny said-"

"Yeah, I know." I deadpanned. "Not gonna happen dudes! And dudette." I added as an after thought. "If this is about Pitch, he's back alright. You've all got the right to be concerned. Keeps on trying to lure me over the dark side. Wants to have an allience with the underground mutant community. I know. But, judging by the shock on your faces, you didn't. Sooooooo..." I looked at the Guardians who were trying to register what I said.

"This is gonna take while." I sighed and started my story. "This all started 305 years ago.."

I just had a wounderful idea. Okay, so I had just watched Treasure Planet recently, again but still, and I was thinking, maybe BEN wasn't the only marroned on the planet.

My idea! Called it!

If this shows up in the archive, and it's not written by me, I'm gonna sue!

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