Julia Sheridan (
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Something Spooky This Way Comes (Open to all at Xavier's)
It had been a long journey, but finally, she was here. She wasn't tired, exactly, she wasn't sure she could get tired now, at least not in the same way as before. But, she was mentally weary and glad to have reached her destination.
She passed through the metal gates protecting the entrance and paused to admire the random and colorful pattern that appeared on the monitor embedded into one of the posts. She stuck an intangible finger through the screen and dragged it around, watching the pixels swirl and follow. It was pretty. Much prettier than the considerably lower tech ATM she was playing with... when was that? It was so easy to lose track of time, now. That ATM had bleeped and blooped and spat out a snowstorm of twenty dollar bills. Pity she couldn't use them now, or even touch them, but it was fun to watch the crowd of people scrambling for them.
She drifted away. The monitor flickered and flashed, then displayed a rebooting sequence. She moved further in to the mansion grounds, invisible and intangible. There were people here. Maybe she could make one of them see her.
She passed through the metal gates protecting the entrance and paused to admire the random and colorful pattern that appeared on the monitor embedded into one of the posts. She stuck an intangible finger through the screen and dragged it around, watching the pixels swirl and follow. It was pretty. Much prettier than the considerably lower tech ATM she was playing with... when was that? It was so easy to lose track of time, now. That ATM had bleeped and blooped and spat out a snowstorm of twenty dollar bills. Pity she couldn't use them now, or even touch them, but it was fun to watch the crowd of people scrambling for them.
She drifted away. The monitor flickered and flashed, then displayed a rebooting sequence. She moved further in to the mansion grounds, invisible and intangible. There were people here. Maybe she could make one of them see her.
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Although, maybe not something about Apocalypse now? he thought as he frowned at one of the articles about him. Someone, somewhere, was theorizing that Apocalypse was somehow related to the Summers family. Nope. Not in my family tree. Not in this universe.
He'd sooner have preferred to be related to Adam X the X-Treme.
Which still isn't happening.
He leaned back and rubbed his eyes.
Dullsville. I need some excitement.
But the kind that didn't involve an attack on the school.
Ugh. What do?
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She drifted towards what she thought were the main buildings. She sifted through the wall and looked around. Books! Books everywhere, this must be the school library. And a person! She drifted over and hovered in the air in front of him.
Nothing.
Ok, she'd just have to try harder. She waved her arms, bobbed up and down, and made faces.
This wasn't working very well.
Julia had discovered she could sometimes move things if she concentrated hard, so she tried that. staring at a stack of papers on the table.
Move. Moooooove...
The papers rustled, flew up in the air, and fluttered to the floor.
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His papers which were rustling and flying about. Topher blinked. Okay. The windows were closed, but the school was filled with telekinetically-inclined mutants.
Oh god. Please don't let it be-
"Dolemeck?" Topher stood up. "Ilya?" He bent down to pick some of those papers up. "Uh. Anyone?"
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In any event, she had his attention, and that was progress. She concentrated hard, again, and his chair wobbled and slid backwards a few inches.
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Don't freak out.
This could be anything. It could be anyone.
Do we even have any invisible mutants at the school? Topher wasn't sure.
"Rachel. This isn't you pulling some prank, right?"
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Julia waved her arms in frustration. When her hand passed through his laptop it began playing "It's A Small World".
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Ever.
Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath.
He closed his laptop shut with a quick movement.
Deep breath.
"Uhm. Halp," he whispered.
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She threw up her arms and thought "Aargh!" Unfortunately, that came out as audible. It was a hollow sound, like an old stretched out cassette tape varying in speed and pitch.
"AaaaaaAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrRRRRRrRrgh-h-h-h-h-h-h"
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That was fine.
What wasn't fine was the thing in the library.
The thing that Topher was running from.
Because he'd totally just lost his cool.
"Ghooooooooooooossssssst!"
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That really hadn't gone well at all.
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"Mr Drake? You in here?" She knocked lightly on his office door having a feeling it was a lost cause, but hey she could hope right? "I was wondering if you had time to help me with some of this..."
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Another person! Another chance! Julia took a deep breath - metaphorically speaking, of course, this whole not breathing thing was really weird, anyways. She rushed forwards, a little too fast, and passed right into the same space as Bobbi.
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"Professor Drake, I really don't think that freezing up the library would be a good prank. Rachel would be pissed at the water damage." She turned looking for the other Cryokenetic...
And nothing there...
"Okay?" She went back the way she came trying to find Bobby, or whatever caused the chill. Setting her books on a table she decided to have her hands free just in case. "I'm warning you Professor I can drop lower than you and I don't like it when someone tries to scare me."
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"Ooooooooooowooooooo"
Yeah. Ok. That wasn't helping.
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She walks into the book stacks.
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Don't think, Julia... don't think, Julia... dammit, my head is killing me...
And what came out was:
"Doooooooon't.... oooooooleeeeee.... ooooooooooleeeee.... kiiiiiiiiiiill"
Shit.
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"Okay I know threatening to kill is totally not allowed on school grounds." Though she was trembling slightly. "Where are you? Show yourself."
I can handle this... I can handle this.... Don't run away Bobbi, don't run away...
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"AaaaaaAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrRRRRRrRrgh-h-h-h-h-h-h"
Shit. Times two.
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"Of course, I don't think that a bunch of people are going to wander in here to watch television again," he muttered as he flipped the page. Who knew that reading a novel about a guy trapped on an island could make him want to fall asleep?
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He looks like he's killing time... no! Don't think the K word! That's bad!
"Baaaaaaaaad-aaaaad-aaaaad-aaaad." The word echoed softly through the lounge.
Oh no!
"NoooooOOOOOOOooo...."
Quick, think of something nice! Puppies! Lots and lots of adorable puppies!
Julia didn't know it, because she no longer had a sense of smell, but the aroma of wet dog wafted through the lounge.
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Returning to his book, a second noise was made, and this time he was sure that it had happened. "Alright, whoever is there had better show themselves right now."
Of course, he still couldn't see anyone, which meant that either they had camouflaged themselves or he was losing it.
Then the stench filled his nose, and he quickly covered his mouth and nostrils. "Great, I'm hearing voices and someone left their wet socks lying around."
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Dead people smell bad. But I'm not dead? I don't feel dead...
Julia thought of the summer that they found the dead raccoon under the porch. The aroma she remembered drifted through the room, replacing Eau de Wet Dog.
Oh God, am I gonna start craving brains next?
"Brainnnnnnnnns..."
Julia flailed helplessly. Her arm passed through the TV, turning it on. Despite being an LCD flat screen, it displayed old school static. The speakers hissed.
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Then the eerie voice started saying brains in a foreboding tone of voice. “I don’t know who you are, but if it is brains you are after then I think you may have picked the wrong guy. Mine isn’t the best one to choose.” It was sort of sad for him to admit that, but things were getting sort of creepy.
His eyes shifted to the television screen that was acting odd, and then when the speakers went off he quickly covered his ears while he rose to his feet. “What is it? Who is there?”
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"EeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeee..."
I give up. This isn't working.
The TV crackled. From the speakers came a distorted sound: "Give up."
Julia flipped the TV the ghostly bird.
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Then the speaker asked him if he gave up, and under normal circumstances he would have gone with 'no'. These were hardly normal by any standards.
Grabbing his book, he looked at the television. "Yeah, I give up," he said before turning into vapor and drifting out of the room.