EpicGuestReview002: WHO TOLD YOU?!
Ashli Locknane: I understand completely. I've read some good ones though, but I've also found myself wondering if there are any where the characters are completely spot on, or at least close without. I'm okay with OCs as long as the originals are... well... themselves XD Writing this story has made me realize (for me anyways) that its actually like, a bajillion times harder than it looks. I cant even remember what types of interactions Logan and Scott have with each other, other than fighting... and I know they have some. But... yeah. Sorry for long reply. AND THANK YOU :)
TO THE STORY!
The great imposing granite griffin feature sat proudly above the massive door it – nah fuck it. Lorelei's dead.
"DEAD?!" Lorelei cried. "The fuck is this?!"
She floated upon the nothingness that had consumed her just moments before. Or was it years? It was hard to tell. She had no watch. She didn't have much of anything, really. No arms, no legs… just… consciousness; the sense of knowing your alive, but not quite sure how.
This day sucks.
Lorelei wasn't even sure how she'd got to where she was now. There was an explosion in the wildflower field, she remembered that much; It's not every day you see dandelions spontaneously combust. There was also Garvey, who probably came out to see what all the fuss was about. He was incinerated and thrown off the cliff by some invisible force. Blue Monkey had poofed off with Scary Wide-Eyes and Red Lenses to some godforsaken place just before the second explosion. The second blast had looked like a pretty birdie, and it was the same one that knocked Lorelei off the cliffs edge.
The worst part is that it wasn't even the fire that killed Lorelei – or the fall down for that matter. It was that damn water at the bottom; it stung like acid and broke her apart within seconds.
If I had a sense of humor, Lorelei mused; I might've screamed 'I'm melting!'
She sighed. Well, not really. But in her mind she did. I should've realized earlier I'm allergic to water. Might've put a fence up around the edge or something…
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Logan grunted and pulled himself up onto a rock near the base of the cliff.
"Fucking dammit these Germans and their alarm systems. Gets me every fucking time…"
Up near the mansion, Kurt hobbled away from the pile of unconscious bodies he'd teleported and toppled over. I'll just take a nap here… he was asleep before his head hit the ground.
When the sun's red glare blinded her lidded eyes, Jean finally returned to consciousness. Everything was peacefully quiet. Quiet… quiet's never a good thing. She sat upright and squinted through the haze.
Well where'd everyone go? She looked about for the rest of the group. No one was in sight. At least that horrible noise is gone.
She pushed herself up and suddenly understood why everyone was missing.
"No…"
The entire landscape had been reduced to cinders; the back of the estate was blackened and had chunks of wall missing, the trees were missing their leaves and there wasn't even a wildflower in sight.
I couldn't of…
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"FEAR ME!" Lorelei bolted upright. "I AM THE-!"
Oh.
She was sitting on a beach…. that was a good thing, at least she was alive. But what is that… brown…? Is that a rock?
Lorelei reached out to touch the substance in question. Burlap...?
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Dr. McCoy tripped over his own two feet and nearly messed the contents of a beaker onto his coat. He was running on his seventh straight cup of coffee, and wasn't exactly functioning at his best. He set the beaker down before he could hurt himself, and decided that maybe it would be best if he just got some sleep.
Beast spent a good hour more cleaning up and putting things back in their place. By the time he was finished, he'd had to down his ninth cup just to keep moving. When everything was in order, he walked over to the door and looked back at his lab. In his muddled mind, he could have sworn he saw the sack that the team had brought back move. Beast rubbed his eyes and thought better of it; he turned out the light and made his way upstairs to bed.
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Lorelei was stuck in her burlap sack. She had no idea how she got there, but she now understood why she thought she was floating. And dead.
When she had been melted, she must've transported to the nearest source of herself that was available. Just like when she added flakes back onto herself when she lost a piece of her body, she must be able to transfer her consciousness to those parts as well.
This is so awesome.
What wasn't awesome, though, was that she had no idea how to take on her griffin form. It's not like a muscle type reaction thing. Whenever I needed to add more of me when I lost something, it just happened. She continued to float around her sandy burlap-y world, trying to figure out how to pull herself together. Maybe a switch or something?
She heard someone scuffling and the clinking of glasses. Papa? She wondered. She tried calling out, but had no way of forming and words. She kicked with her mind at the sack, and tried in vain to get out. Eventually she settled down, despondent, and okay with living the rest of her life out in a brown bag.
I'm going to die here and no one will even care.
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The professor was laying in his bed when he heard Hank shuffle up the stairs. He considered saying goodnight, but thought better of it.
I might startle him…
Charles folded his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. The mansion was sleeping, but for some reason he could not. There was a very annoying sound far off in the background, somewhere between a massively slow mosquito and a slightly muffled river. White noise… he mused before finally settling into his dreams.
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Lorelei was busy swimming laps around the sack when she felt herself come together. It was sudden, rude, and the sack ripped and spilled her onto the floor.
"FREEDOM!" She screamed. Lorelei jumped about excitedly and realized that everything had turned pitch black again.
So close…
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Jean had located most of the team by nightfall, but was struggling to load them all onto the jet. Logan was also currently AWOL, but she figured he couldn't be too far. Remy needed medical attention quickly, and Scott had come to a few hours earlier and helped her carry Nightcrawler. They were just finishing strapping everyone into their seats when Wolverine emerged from the edge of the cliff and ambled over to them.
"You hurt yourself?" Scott asked. Wolverine was walking like he had a stick shoved up his ass.
"Back off bub." He snarled.
"We'll look at it when we get home." Jean interrupted before they could start another argument.
Logan's spine was just a bit bent. He grabbed a hold of the back of one of the seats and twisted himself until he heard a loud popping noise.
"Don't need ta."
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Lorelei solved her blindness problem by turning on the light switch.
"…Where am I?"
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Everyone in the jet was ignoring the fact that Jean had lost herself. Jean was ignoring the fact that everyone was ignoring it as well. I was ignoring the fact that I have no idea if the Phoenix was a separate entity or part of Jeans powers, so I just made everyone ignore it.
"I feel fine" Jean said to no one in particular.
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Charles awoke to the sound of a wall breaking. What on earth was that?
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Lorelei tipped over backwards onto a large metal table, rolled off again; and managed to bring down a metal tray with all sorts of torture-looking instruments on it. It crashed to the ground, shattered some beakers and scattered the appliances everywhere.
DISCREET! DISCREET!
She attempted to gather all the things back together, but gave up when the liquid burned a hole in the tray. She instead brushed it all under the sink and threw a blanket over it.
It's like nothing even happened.
Lorelei heard the sound of a door sliding open, and knew she was in some deep trouble. The tarp slid off and exposed the pile of melted doctors' equipment, and she started to hyperventilate. Just leave it. Just leave it and hide…hide… WHERE?!
There was no place to hide; Lorelei panicked and spun around in circles. Wherewherewhere?!
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Charles made his way down the corridor. He was sure he had heard a loud noise coming from downstairs – more specifically, Hanks lab. He turned the corner and stopped in front of the entrance. He listened closely for a second, but when he heard nothing he entered in the code and watched the door hiss open…
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Lorelei froze. It was what she was used to doing, and was a bit of a knee-jerk defense mechanism.
Well I'm screwed.
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Charles rolled his chair into the lab and stopped.
"I could've sworn…" He muttered. He looked about for the source of the racket he'd heard earlier. A metal table had a large dent in it, and the stand that held the metal tray had toppled over. There was also a very distinct burning smell that stung his nose, but other than that…
The professor felt a small gust of wind behind him. He turned, but saw nothing.
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Lorelei snaked past the old man in the wheelchair by climbing on the ceiling and then through the door. She paused in the clean bleach smelling hallway and realized that she had no way out. Where the hell are all the doors in this place?
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Professor X eventually gave up. He had just exited the lab when the white noise he had heard before picked up again - but louder; it was a very aggravating sound.
Charles looked around, and his eyes finally settled in the furthest part of the corridor. There, huddled in the corner, was a mutant. It was hard to get a read on whoever it was, but they also seemed to be the source of white noise.
"Hello." He said softly. No use in frightening whoever it was. While he couldn't read their mind completely, he could tell they were feeling, well, cornered.
…How did you get in here?
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Lorelei didn't trust this wheeled man with his mind-questions. She stayed in her spot and stared at him balefully, hoping he'd give up and leave.
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Professor X took her silence as an indication that she couldn't even hear him telepathically. It's like that noise is a fog around their mind, He figured. He inched closer and extended his hand, palm up.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said evenly.
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Lorelei watched the man inch forward. She considered taking him out, but he was just a silly old wheeled man. Also she'd already killed someone today, so she was trying to keep the death toll to a minimum.
Damn you, morals.
Lorelei was also not at the pinnacle of griffin-ness anymore. There wasn't much granite in her sack, so she had limited resources to work with when she reformed. Right now, she only stood about a foot tall, and was still missing the ear that Knives Guy had hacked off. Compared to the five foot terrifying stone beast she had been just a few moments earlier, she looked like a wet angry cat... with a name like "Mr. Sprinkles" or something equally terrifying.
Wheelie continued forward slowly. What if he's a mutant too? Geez. They're probably all mutant boy-bands from hell. She inched closer to the wall… and really did look like an angry cat now. Should I hiss? Wheelie stopped six feet away, and Lorelei continued to glare as menacingly as she could.
"Are you hungry?"
Wait…. What?
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Charles went with the first thing he could think of. It had worked before… but it just seemed to catch the newcomer off guard instead. Oh well.
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"Uh… No?" Lorelei answered tentatively. What the hell is this guy playing at? …I'm starving.
Wheelie continued his concerned look and Lorelei glared daggers. I'm not phasing this ass-hat. I need a better pla-
"We have empty rooms upstairs. You're welcome to rest in one of them if you'd like."
What.
"You seem to be quite drained..."
WHAT.
"…Come upstairs. We'll get you sorted out."
Bald Wheel extended his hand again. Should I go? Who the hell is this guy? Where am I? WHAT IS- Lorelei realized what an exceptional spot she was in. She had no idea where she was, and this bald guy was offering everything she currently needed on a silver freaking platter. He probably had a phone, hell he even offered room service. AND he wasn't trying to kill her. Well, as far as Lorelei could tell.
I'll go with him. I'll play along as the scared and lost little mutant… and when the time comes I'LL BURN IT ALL AND DISAPPEAR!
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Charles watched as the small griffin-shaped creature emerged from the shadows it had been cowering in. It approached him cautiously and then stopped besides his wheel and looked up at him.
He smiled at the little mutant, "My name is Charles. I'm afraid you're in my basement… let's head back upstairs."
Professor X motioned towards a random part in the wall and wheeled towards it. The animate statue trailed behind, engrossed on his bald head. As he approached, the door revealed itself and he entered the elevator, and the griffin just managed to scurry in before the door closed on its tail. But Professor X was no fool. He didn't believe for a second that this harmless looking statue was as scared and innocent as it pretended to be. For one, it had reached into a fairly high level secured floor. Not only that, but it was being awfully… amiable. For an intruder, that is.
He glanced at the griffin out the corner of his eye and for the first time in a long while, wondered what something was thinking.
THE ENEMY HAS INFILTRATED THE MANSION! Stay tuned next time to see what goes down... whenever. Uh. I haven't planned the next chapter yet. IT WILL BE CHAPTER-ISH THOUGH!
Thanks for reading this far though :) (and reviewing if it so happens to tickle your fancy)