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| Author | Topic: I want my furry blue scientist! |
| Lady Venom |
posted 5/29/03 7:01 PM
Beast or, Hank, walked through the hallways, occasionally seeing Kurt showing Christa the facilities. She was getting some control on her powers quickly. On the fifth teleportation nothing broke. He made his way out to the pool, relaxing on one of the many lawnchairs. It was a hot, summer evening, so most of the students were already lounging or swimming. There was a puff of smoke and Kurt and Christa appeared a ways above the pool. Christa screamed as gravity took hold of her. Hank, realizing that pure electrical power + pool water = well done students, bolted out of the chair, jumped and grabbed her out of the air. Landing safely on the other side. She was still shaking uncontrollably when he sat her down. “Are you okay?” He asked, tenderly brushing a piece of her dark(almost brown) red hair out of her eyes. Careful not to touch her skin. Crista tried to talk, but her mouth was dry and she had to swallow a few times before she could. “Ye...yeah....” She looked at him, “Does this mean I’ll never be able to swim again?” “I,uh...tha depends on how quickly you can learn control.” She looked away dejectedly, “I guess that means never,”She whispered. Something pulled inside Hank at seeing her so depressed. After all, she had just move there from Nova Scotia to New York, where she knows no one. “Did you want to do something?” She looked at him, her unnaturally bright blue eyes glossy from uncryed tears. “What do you mean?” He helped her up, ”Something to welcome you to New York.” She thought for a moment, than looked at Hank, smiling ear to ear. ~~~~*****~~~~ “Come on, please? You said you would.” Crista grabbed his hand and looked pleadingly at him. “He sighed,”Very well. But I need to find my image distortion watch.” She gave him a confused look aas he started to pull out a desk drawer. “A what?” “A watch that makes me look like I use to.” “No.” He continued looking, “No what?” “If you’re to be my date for the night than I want you.” He turned, holding the watch in one hand, ”But I will be me.” “No you won’t. You’ll look like someone else. At least to me.” He started to put it on,” But if I don’t use this, people will mistreat you because you’re with me. I don’t want to put you through that.” Removing her right elbow-length black glove she grabbed the watch. Hank watched as sparks flew from it’s face. She tossed it back to him. “I was told, when I came here, to not be ashamed of who I was, or what I could do. I’m starting to accept that, now why don’t you?” She put her glove back on as she talked, walked over and stoof by the door, and then continued. “I’ll be downstairs at 7 sharp, and I will be expecting my cute blue and furry date.” He looked at his watch and then at her trying to scowl at him but a smile played at the corner of her lips. He was thankful at that moment for the blue fur, so that she couldn’t see him blushing. On the way downstairs, Christa couldn’t help but smile. Dressed in a fashionable velvet blue dress with matching gloves and shawl, that clung to her every curve, she couldn’t wait to hit the theatre. At the bottom Christas’ eye’s widened at the sight of Hank dressed in a gorgous black suit and tie. more tomorrow.Lots of R&R please! |
| Dannn Sanew |
posted 5/29/03 8:55 PM
I a fan of X-men and I want to read more and is it me or does Christa hangs out with blue ppl alot.All your missing is Maggot and Archangle. |
| Sapphire |
posted 5/30/03 10:54 AM
This is great! I can't wait for more!!!!! >Sapphire< http://sapphire15.yoll.net Sapphire's Beast Wars website |
| Sharpshot |
posted 5/30/03 1:10 PM
Great Story! Now where's Logan i wonder? :D http://beastwarsheaven.2ya.com/ |
| Lady Venom |
posted 5/30/03 1:29 PM
Er, nope. It's not just blue ppl. I just thought Nightcrawler would show off how here sensitive her powers can be. Anyway, I wrote some more last night...also, I'm in need of a name. If any of you could help me think up a name and email it to me, I've been thinking that the person whose name I chose I could write an X-men story of their own. Evo or movie wise.Details if your up to it.This is a direct continuation from the one above. ~~~~~********~~~~~~~~ "Oh my God!" She whispered, shyly looking away, as all of her courage from earlier drained out of her. As if on cue(although not on purpose) the lights dimmed.Thankfully Hank thought she was just nervous about being in New York. And she didn't tell him otherwise. They made it to the Broadway Theatre when the trouble started. "We don't sell tickets to 'their kind'." The man behind the glass told them with revulsion. Hank shook his head and turned to leave, Christa placed a restaining hand on his arm. All the while never taking her eyes off the ticketman. "You're going to let us in." She told him in a threatning voice. The guy leaned forward, "Look lady, I'm sorry, I really am. But policy states no mutants allowed." "Let's go Christa." Hank tried. She contiued glaring at the guy, "No Hank, I'm staying. This is where isolation pays off." The lights flickered dangerously as they recieved a large amount of power. Around them people started to panic, not understanding what was happening. This action drew out the manager. "Mr. Kissinger! What is the meaning of this? Why are these mutants still here?" He almost bellowed at the smaller man. Pausing in her tantrum, Christa turned to the other man. "Sir, we just wanted to go and see the Cats revival." He started to say something mean to her calm demeanor when a peacful look came over his face. "Go, now. Before he wakes up." Christa turned back to Mr. Kissinger, who looked a little flush. But he managd a weak smile, he looked to Hank and spoke softly. "Like you said, we're everywhere." |
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