InterNutter

continued from yesterday:

  Warren was a very rare person. Aside from being rich, handsome, and having two wings on his back, he had the strange and slightly sick predilection of actually liking getting up early. He knew that the early bird got the worm. He liked to set his alarm just before sunrise, so he could wake up and stand on his balcony, listening to the bird song in the fresh, dawn air. (Or, perhaps, the birds coughing rhythmically [1] in the

Continued from yesterday:

  Alex groaned, holding a hand to his head. He heard scuffling nearby, then a cool hand rested against his cheek, gently pressing him back down.

  “Shhh, don’t try to get up. You took quite a nasty bump to the noggin, Mr Gung-ho.”

  “Someone get me the license plate of that truck,” he replied blearily, forcing his eyelids open, and then shutting them again at the brilliance they encountered. “What happened? Jean?”

Continued from yesterday:

  Jean crouched behind Piotr as salvo after salvo was spat out at him. They hit his metallic body with deafening clangs, and he grunted.

  Storm managed to save her butt by creating a miniature whirlwind of mighty power which spun around her and deflected all bullets.

  The others took a more straightforward approach.

  Gambit, with almost superhuman speed leaped, ducked, and dived from the bullets. He landed in the thick of the terrorists, where he brought his Bo Staff

Continued from yesterday:

  ‘Are you out of your frikkin’ mind?’

  The expletive, coming out of the mouth of a six armed sorceress, would be perceived by many as somewhat unusual, especially when it was directed at a demonic-looking individual.

  Nightcrawler (as he was known, there were few people who knew his first name, and almost none who knew his second) merely smiled his trademark sardonic smile.

  'Mein liebling,’ he drawled, 'please don’t accuse me of that,

Which is actually the teal first part of the actual fiction. Heh.

::Chapter:_:Two: Premiere Episode (part 1)

  She was running for her life. Something people who weren’t born in New York did. People who were born in New York packed heat, or at least a taser. This woman didn’t have any of those. She just had fast feet.

  Something in the darkness above was following her, leaping from building to building like something out of a horror