Monday, November 3, 2008

Comments, Stories, and Songs...

Here's a story in my EXTREMELY complicated fanfic (multi-fanfic, with many stories, ideas, comics, movies, tv shows, MY OWN CHARACTERS, etc):

Evie couldn't help but glance over her shoulder. She knew that guy at the police station with the bad boy persona was "stalking" her. She secretly adored this guy, for he had the most gorgeous eyes with the color of a sky at sunrise and with hair that she could imagine running her fingers through. *drool*

Look at her, she sounded completely ridiculous! She had more important business to take care of anyways.

But, maybe he could come with her. Maybe he was lost too...

After all, he was like her. Or, so she thought.

He looked EXACTLY like the guy in her drawings (what psychic person couldn't draw psychic drawings?). It wasn't exactly a power, more like a talent. This talent of hers reminded her of the talented and (sadly) deceased comic book artist Isaac Mendez.

She wish she could've talked to him before he was found murdered in his loft in NYC...

She had so many questions for him.

Oh great, Evie was getting side-tracked again. Anyways, she drew this badboy of hers transforming into a wolf. *drool, again*

He obviously had the power of transforming. Evie? Well, it's sort of hard to explain.

She has a power, well, it's not exactly a power. It's basically found in a lot of "normal" human beings. She's psychic and a medium.

The other power, however, is complicated. She has a power that can be developed into several powers. Electromagnetism is hers.

She needed to see a man named Mohinder Suresh. She had questions - and he was the only alive and well person that could answer. He was also in NYC.

Oh, if only Jean Grey was alive... And if only she didn't destroy half of San Fran...

During when all of this thought process was going on, the bad boy caught up with her, for her quickened pace slowed to a meander.

"Hello, pretty girl. You totally didn't mention your name at the police station yesterday and why you were there." he said in a tone with such hotness she totally couldn't bear.

"Well, you didn't mention your name either, but you were quick to mention why you were there."

"If you really want to know, I'm Micheal Torrington III, but that's just disgusting. Call me Mike."

"I'm Evie, and I was waiting at the police station because my mom's a cop."

"Perfect."

"I'm really sorry, but I have to go, like, right now, so, yeah."

"Okay. See ya later."

"Bye!"

And that's how the conversation with the totally bad ass guy named Mike went.

To Be continued

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