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  • Avi and Mara
    TITLE: Magneto s Bad Day AUTHOR: Mara Greengrass AUTHOR S EMAIL: fishfolk@ix.netcom.com. Feedback is better than chocolate. PERMISSION TO ARCHIVE: Please ask.
    Message 1 of 1 , Nov 29, 2005
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      TITLE: Magneto's Bad Day
      AUTHOR: Mara Greengrass
      AUTHOR'S EMAIL: fishfolk@.... Feedback is better than chocolate.
      PERMISSION TO ARCHIVE: Please ask.
      CATEGORY: Uh...humor?
      RATINGS/WARNINGS: G
      SUMMARY: What was the point in being one of the most powerful mutants in
      the world if you couldn't even catch a cab?
      DISCLAIMER: These people belong to Marvel Comics and Twentieth Century
      Fox. I just fantasize about them.
      NOTES: Just so you know, this is all Artaxastra's fault.

      * * * * *

      Honestly, Erik thought as he strode down 15th St, what was the point in
      being one of the most powerful mutants in the world if you couldn't even
      catch a cab?

      He'd just barely resisted the urge to drop some of the cabs that had
      zoomed by him into the Potomac, and then decided to simply walk. The
      weather wasn't altogether horrible and it would allow him to walk off
      the bad mood casued by his restless night and subsequent headache.

      Around him, the homo sapiens went about their business and he did his
      best to ignore them, from the self-important lawyers in their fancy
      clothes to the disgusting children with their bad manners and
      deliberately ragged clothing.

      He was ignoring them. Ignoring th--

      Erik stopped and turned to face an earnest young woman holding out a
      pamphlet to him. Her t-shirt said "Jesus Made Me Kosher."

      "Please, take it," she said, shoving the pamphlet at him.

      Erik stared and her smile faltered slightly.

      This was a member of those 'Jews for Jesus' he'd heard about. His stare
      turned to a scowl. The young woman didn't know who he was, but she knew
      this wasn't going well.

      She took a step back and with a quick gesture, Erik dragged a newspaper
      box behind her. She bumped into it and he stepped forward to stare down
      at her.

      "My people died by the millions in World War II," he said.

      "But we--"

      "People like you did it."

      "I do--"

      "I do not like you," he said carefully.

      "Uh..."

      "And I'm having a bad day already."

      She stared up at him, eyes wide.

      Erik stepped back, taking her pamphlets with him. Carefully, with great
      attention to detail, he ripped every single one into several pieces and
      dropped it into the nearest garbage can. When he was done, he stepped
      back, raised his hand, and dumped the garbage can on her head, scraps of
      paper floating around her.

      He was startled to hear applause. Turning, he saw a small group of
      people clapping for him.

      Erik smiled and continued down the street with a spring in his step.
      Really, it wasn't such a bad day after all. Even if there *still*
      weren't any cabs.

      --end--
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