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New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Amelia "Heaven" Chow on Feb 5, 2007, 2:56pm

New Mutants Unlimited #39

Cover: Split down the middle, one side is Mike shielding a terrified Amelia from a giant metal leg, the other side has Amelia with a pair of giant bolt cutters tearing into a giant metal leg while Mike looks vaguely useless.

Title: He Said, She Said.

Writer credits: blackmore, Havok3595

Amelia Chow’s diary «Yellow text boxes for the win»

I felt sort of bad about the whole thing with Chi and the Danger Room and the sword and everything, so I spent some time thinking about how to smooth things over with him and convince him that I did not, in fact, have a burning desire to kill him. I figured that he’s from around here, and I am not, so maybe I could ask him to show me around New York a little, I could apologize, and everything would be okay. So, on an afternoon where we weren’t really doing anything major scholastically, I stopped by his room.

“Hello, Michael,” I said as he opened the door. Good Lord, his room was a complete pigsty. I mean, I’m messy, but this place looks like Hell.

“Oh, come on in,” he said quickly, opening the door. I think I saw fungus growing in that room, diary. I’m not making this up.

“Oh, no, that’s alright,” I said nervously. I was wondering if there was something toxic enough in there that I might catch something. “I just came to apologize, and to see what you’re up to this afternoon.”

He lit up slightly, apparently he was happy I apologized. “Oh, that’s no big deal, we have to have the ‘two heroes encounter each other and fight for no reason before teaming up’ scene, so I understand. And I really don’t have anything planned today…unless you do.”

“Oh, I don’t have anything planned,” I replied. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I smiled anyway. “I was hoping you could show me around the city, since I’ve never been there. And maybe we could, you know, get to know each other a little, so that you can see I’m not really a complete psycho.” I laugh somewhat nervously.

“Of course,” he replied quickly. “Let me get my coat.”

And so, we were off to the Big Apple. I’ve always wanted to see it.

Chi having a conversation with Lex. «narration in blue boxes»

Chi has a big grin on his face, “I tell you man…Amelia just wouldn’t leave me alone! Ever since…”

Ever since our sparring session, I felt pretty bad about what I did to Amelia. Yeah, I know, she started with when she pulled that broomstick out of her ass…uhm, wait, that came out all wrong… Out of thin air! Yeah, that’s better! And then I dropped her on her butt with a little clever Danger Room manipulation. It’s a nice trick that Sephula used on me once, and apparently, it has become a hazing ritual for us veterans. You should have seen the look on her face that day…I really thought she was going to flip out. Which is ridiculous since SHE CHEATED FIRST.

I didn’t really see Amelia much the next few days. I think she was avoiding me. But, one day, she just shows up at my room unannounced and says…

““I just came to apologize, and to see what you’re up to this afternoon.” Amelia says coyly.

“Nothing to apologize for. Heroes always have to beat up on each other. It’s pretty much the rules.” I said, then I added, with a very smooth smile, if I do say so myself, ““Not much…why?” Thankfully, I had cleaned my room that morning. I would have hated for her to see what a mess it was yesterday.

Amelia ran her fingers through her hair in a playful way, “I was hoping you could show me around the city, since I’ve never been there. And maybe we could, you know, get to know each other a little better.” And then she laughed in a melodic way.

It’s not everyday that a beautiful girl asks you out on a date, so I had my coat on even before she could blink, “Sure! Let’s go!”

And with that, we set off on a pretty exciting day. Great company, the world’s coolest super villain, and DIRTY WATER HOT DOGS! How romantic can you get?

A few hours later, we were walking down Broadway. She seemed to be hanging on my every word as I showed her the sights, “That place used to be WWF New York, but they turned it into a Hard Rock Café. My friend Alex once broke a TV in that place.”

Amelia Chow’s diary «back to yellow text boxes»

New York City is huge. I mean, I thought Seattle was big, but this place is huge. I think the Space Needle would get lost among all these buildings, easily. And the traffic and noise…it was loud, it was garish, and I’m not sure if I liked it or not. Remembering the sequence of events that led to our Danger Room fight, I thought it would be a good idea to try to pretend to pay attention to him more. Nodding and smiling seemed to work well. He was talking about some wrestling thing or something. I don’t know. I didn’t really have to talk, thank God, since he basically wouldn’t stop. Some people wouldn’t like that much, but I knew that if I talked, I’d have to say something awkward, so I was happy to just go along with it. And he was a nice enough guy, I guess, if more than a little weird. And I sort of owed him a little self-indulgence.

That’s when I saw it. A few blocks down, outside of a bank, there was a large man in some kind of metal armor. I pointed him out to Michael.

“Wow, is that Iron Man? I’ve never seen the Avengers before. They don’t get out to Seattle much.”

Michael looked a little annoyed by this. “Iron Man? Are you serious? Iron Man’s red and gold, except for when he was red and white, and then there was War Machine, with the grey and silver, and there were a few other costume variations, including the old nose plate thing, plus, Iron Man always disguised his identity so that people didn’t know who he was, but I’m pretty sure…”

His diatribe was cut off by the sounds of police sirens, and then the weirdest thing I ever saw. At first, I thought the armored man was going to fly, but instead, his legs just extended so he looked sort of like a daddy-long-legs spider, but with only two legs.

“That has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen,” I commented.

“Weird? No, it’s awesome! We’re going to fight Stilt Man! Best date ever!” Michael seemed incredibly excited, perhaps a little too excited.

“Um, this isn’t a date,” I said, sort of quietly, and I don’t think he heard me, since he was already running towards Stilt Man.

“Superheroes coming through!” he yelled, like an idiot. I could not believe they actually let him out of the mansion. How embarrassing. I created a mask so that I wouldn’t be seen with him, then ran after him because I’d hate for him to be killed by something called Stilt Man.

Chi having a conversation with Lex. «narration in blue boxes»

“Girls are strange! A major supervillain shows up, and Amelia suddenly thinks, “I have an idea for a new costume,” and she conjures up a mask. I have to admit, the mask was pretty cool, but it was still an odd thing to do…”

Anyway, I am getting a little ahead of myself. We were walking along, having a really nice time. Amelia doesn’t say much, but I think she was a bit overwhelmed. I get that a lot around girls.

I was going to take her to one of my favorite places in New York, Jekyll and Hyde, but that is when things went from okay to best date ever. Granted, Amelia didn’t think so. She said something like, “Fighting supervillains isn’t a real date…” At least, I think that’s what she said, she was whispering at the time. I guess I can understand. She took the time to ask me out on this date, and Stilt Man of all people decides to cut in.

Now, the rest of the New Mutants have faced down some serious threats, including Mephisto, Apocalypse, and the Acolytes, but none of them had gone toe-to-toe with Stilt Man!! This wasn’t some lame X-Men villain or Spider-Man villain, this was Stilt Man!

Amelia seems a little confused. Apparently, living on the farm, she had no idea who Stilt Man was. Stryker’s brainwashing was more insidious than any of us had thought…

I went into action immediately, bringing up my forcefields and shooing the crowd out of the way, “OUT OF THE WAY! SUPERHEROES COMING THROUGH! ANYONE WITHOUT SUPERPOWERS AND SKINTIGHT COSTUMES NEEDS TO CLEAR THE WAY!” Granted, I wasn’t wearing my costume at the time, but in the heat of the moment, who remembers that kind of thing.

I turned to Amelia and said, “We really should get a picture with this guy? See any tourists around?” She seemed stunned by my coolness under pressure. She even smiled. I was so distracted, that Stilt Man managed to get the drop of me. Literally…

Amelia’s diary «yellow text boxes»

So, half way to Stilt Man, Michael suddenly turned around and started asking people to take a picture. The stilt guy had already spotted his attempts at being superheroic and was walking over to step on him or something, and he was trying to ask people to take a picture. I tried to point it out to him, but he was completely focused on canvassing the quickly dispersing crowd for aspiring photographers. When Stilt Man stepped on him, I wasn’t sure whether to be concerned or amused. I mean, I was pretty sure his forcefield could handle that, and getting stepped on was pretty funny. But he could have been hurt, so I felt bad about laughing about it. But I still laughed about it.

I tried to think about what I could do to get Stilt Man off him, and was coming up pretty empty. My objects disappear in 20 feet, and Stilt Man is much taller than that. Well, thank God for chemistry. I created a small (very small) amount of hydrochloric acid in my hand and pointed my hand down over his other foot. It stung a little on the way out, but it did the trick and sizzled through the armor a little. Stilt Man seemed slightly PO’ed, which was exactly what I wanted.

“I don’t have time to fight teenage superheroes! I’m a serious villain! I beat Daredevil once!” he yelled.

“Please! You couldn’t beat…something that’s really easy to beat,” I replied. I have to work on the witty banter. “An egg! That’s what you can’t beat, an egg!”

I ran away slightly, hoping to get him to stop stepping on Michael, and it worked. But I had no idea what to do from here. I really do think the acid hurt me more than it hurt him.

Chi having a conversation with Lex. «narration in blue boxes»

Thankfully, my forcefield protected me from the awe-inspiring might of Stilt Man. Amelia was trying to help, but she started talking about breakfast. I really think the girl might be slightly insane. Then again, that could probably be said of anyone crazy enough to take on a rampaging Stilt Man.

In any fight, leverage is pretty important, but how do you get leverage on a hundred foot tower of destruction?? As I tried to figure out this question, I grabbed on to Stilt Man’s leg and started to twist. I must have done something right, as I heard some popping and sizzling by the opposite foot. I have no idea how I did that. Maybe a strange new side effect of my powers? I have to look into that.

I noticed Amelia standing by the other foot, looking at her hands. I’m not sure if she froze but I doubt it. The way she took down the Chi-Dawg during our sparring session, she does not seem like the type to ever freeze in a fight. “A? You okay?” Amelia looked up at me, but this time she didn’t smile, which is a shame. She really does have a cute smile.

“Have you ever seen Empire Strikes Back?” I asked her. Above us, I could see Stilt Man trying to look down, but since we were under his oversized body, it was obvious that he could not really see us all that well. Talk about your design flaws…

Amelia’s diary «yellow text boxes»

So, after being almost crushed by Stilt Man, Michael is asking me if I ever watched Star Trek. Wrestling, and then Star Trek. Yes, diary, I picked a real winner to go on an outing with. And worst of all, he seems to think it’s a date. I shudder inwardly at the thought of him asking me to go someplace with the guys who have their ears surgically altered to look like Spock,

“No, I think I missed that one. I did see the one where they went back in time to save the whales, though,” I responded.

Well, no more acid. That was a bad idea. And we can’t let this guy do whatever he was doing, because we’re superheroes, I guess. Which is weird.

“Seriously, though, this guy steps on you and you want to talk about movies? Shouldn’t we think of a way to stop him? We can talk about movies later.”

I create large bolt cutters and try to find some way to use them to hurt the stilt legs, but I can’t seem to make them quite large enough that I can actually get them around him. I shrug. Meanwhile, the stilt guy is just sort of stomping around our general area, trying to squish us again. Thankfully, he’s pretty awkward and totally telegraphs his moves. I looked over to Michael to see if he had any ideas, but he was just staring at me weirdly. Apparently, he really had a need to talk about Star Trek right then.

Chi having a conversation with Lex. «narration in blue boxes»

STAR TREK! STAR TREK!! Poor, poor Amelia and her well washed brain. I hope one day she is free of all of Stryker’s ungodly influences and manipulations. For someone to confuse Star Wars and Star Trek, there has to be something wrong with them. Instead of helping me drop this guy AT-AT style, she starts swinging at him wildly with what a giant pair of scissors. I’ve seen some strange things in my time as a superhero, but that was a new one.

Stilt Man was shouting from above us, his powerful voice summoning the gods themselves to bring their pain down upon us. Although, using the words, “Stand still so I can squish you,” isn’t as impressive as you’d think. I’ve seen video of Doctor Doom in action, and Stilt Man…you sir are no Doctor Doom!

Finally, after watching Amelia’s scissor trick, I sigh, trying my hardest not to laugh at her, “We need a rope. A really big rope.”

Amelia’s diary «yellow text boxes»

Now, he wanted a rope. And the armor guy was yelling about squishing people or something.

“I can make a rope, but I can’t make one long enough to climb up him. Twenty feet from me is about my maximum, and he’s easily taller than that. Next idea.”

Michael, for the first time that day, actually had what passes for a good idea. “No, not to climb up him…just to tie his feet together, sort of like tying your shoelaces together. They did that in ESB to the AT AT’s, it was sweet! You have to watch it with me later and see!”

All these weird abbreviations…but I understood alright. “Gotcha!” I said, and created a length of reinforced rope. It occurred to me afterwards that I may have just agreed to watch Star Trek with him. With the way Stilt Man was stomping, it was easy for me to tie the rope around his legs a little. I let Michael feel like he helped, because I didn’t want to continue making him feel useless.

Once Stilt Man’s legs were bound, Michael took off running and yelling at him, and, obviously, Stilt Man fell when he tried to pursue, like an immensely big and stupid person. Which I guess is what he is. I mean, Stilt Man. Come on now. And I was amazed at how well people in this city instinctively knew how to get out of the way of a giant 200 foot guy falling in a busy street. No one was hurt.

But, again, I had to defer to Michael in an embarrassing way. He insisted that we walk up to Stilt Man’s head and get our picture taken. There was some guy there, Urich or something, I don’t really know, but Michael seemed like he just met Peyton Manning or something. And this guy was just some seedy old reporter who smoked too much. I let Michael talk to him for a while, but it was becoming apparent that the guy really just wanted to go cover something else and get away from Stilt Man, and I couldn’t agree more. Taking Michael aside, I said, “Alright, we fought your supervillain, let’s go home now.”

Chi having a conversation with Lex. «narration in blue boxes»

Amelia did a great job creating the rope, but I had to do all the work with the tying and the running. We tripped Stilt Man pretty good, and then got some face time with Ben Urich! How much cooler can we get, this epic battle will land us on the Bugle’s front page for sure! Ha! Take that Power Pack!!

Amelia apparently got a little…excited…by the action. She even asked that I take her home, “RIGHT NOW!” Emphasis was hers by the way.

“Uhm…Amelia, I’m not that type of guy…” I tried to explain to her. I lied of course. All guys are that type of guy. But, I didn’t want to make her rush into things and regret it later.

And then something amazing happened. The stress of the day coupled with the overwhelmingnessitude of seeing a real superhero (me, of course) in action, caused Amelia to say, with more than a hint of regret, “Michael. This isn’t a date!”

I looked at her solemn face and said, softly, “I understand.” And I did. It’s not everyday a girl fights her first supervillain. She had been devastated emotionally, and now she just could not handle Senor Chi. Not today at least. But there is plenty of time for her later. You don’t just forget your first time fighting an epic battle against a supervillain…especially one that falls down almost crushing a hot dog vendor.

But, I will not wait around for ever. Plenty of other mutated fish in the Hudson Sea. “Let’s get a cab back. I can’t wait to throw this victory in the Hellions face. New Mutants – 1 Million, Hellions – Nada, Zilch, Zero, Pagh”

Amelia’s diary «yellow text boxes»

When I said we should go home, he thought I was trying to say I wanted to…ugh. I almost threw up right there on the street. Does he have any idea how obnoxious and annoying he is? I felt I had to correct him.

“Michael, this isn’t a date!” Under my breath, I added, “Even if it was, there is no way. No. Way.”

He said he understood, and it seemed like he thought that this was me being open to the possibility of that later. Which I’m not. At all. At least he was too busy talking about Stilt Man and the Daily Bugle and hot dogs and Hellions and a bunch of other things that I wasn’t paying attention to. We took a cab back to the mansion, where I immediately tried to distract him so that he would leave me alone. It was easy enough. He has the attention span of a ferret.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Protoman on Feb 5, 2007, 3:23pm

BEST FANFIC EVER!


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Amelia "Heaven" Chow on Feb 5, 2007, 3:45pm

I'm totally fine with Lex having heard this conversation by the time he goes to Amelia's room.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Marisol Morales on Feb 5, 2007, 3:46pm

It's all right.

<_<


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Kelly Alecia "Star" Lisa on Feb 5, 2007, 3:51pm

This reminds me.

CHI AND SEPHULA.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by K'lar on Feb 5, 2007, 6:28pm

Tomorrow, I promise, Sephy. Had to finish hammering out a contract today.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Kelly Alecia "Star" Lisa on Feb 5, 2007, 6:33pm

Heh. No worries.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Chord on Feb 5, 2007, 6:56pm

Heh. This was cute. Nice to see different sides of the same situation. Didn't realize Mike was so deluded.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by K'lar on Feb 5, 2007, 11:30pm

Now, that's an interesting perspective. Why is it automatically Mike who was delusional? The story from Amelia's point of view is not necessarily the truth either


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Nephy "Lifebeat" Nephrahim on Feb 5, 2007, 11:58pm

If I had to choose between a Diary she thinks nobody will ever read, and a guy bragging to other guys about a girl, I think most people come to the same conclusion.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Cheshire on Feb 6, 2007, 12:00am

Yeah, of course everyone would.

Amelia's obviously twisting things in her mind


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Amelia "Heaven" Chow on Feb 6, 2007, 12:03am

Oh yes. Amelia totally wants him.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by Cheshire on Feb 6, 2007, 12:04am

See? I've got people agreeing already.


Re: New Mutants Unlimited #39
Post by K'lar on Feb 6, 2007, 1:04am

See, I have inside information. I know how badly Hav wants me, so I figure Amelia is the same way

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