Mimic Goes Crazy and Stuff...
Nov 12, 2013 21:07:33 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 21:07:33 GMT -6
The city was all abuzz about the upcoming Lunar Eclipse and everyone was doing their part to get ready for the festivities. The Millers thought it would be fun to throw a little party outside while watching the eclipse happen. Prior to this they've been awfully busy at work, so they all agreed to throw a party and have a break. But, Mimic who had been holed up in his room all morning was unaware of his own temporary home's goings on. He was busy shining his not stolen Euremian armor. But after hearing a ton of noise coming from outside his door he at last stood from his bed and opened the door and peered out and what did he see, but Mrs. Miller prancing about with a white box. Sure they were kind enough to give him a home, but they weren't his real family and they never will be, so Max much to their chagrin simply refused to refer to them as mom and dad. It really confused him that they expected him to. He liked them well enough and respected them, but no way was he going to call them mom and dad.
Curious, Max forced himself to follow Mrs. Miller. "Hey Tammi, what...what's in the box?"
Tammi just grinned back at him. "You silly stay locked up in your room any longer and you'll miss out on all the fun we're having tonight!" she teased. "And these are my chocolate chip cookies. Baked them myself for the party tonight! Want one?" she answered, offering her foster son one. "They're really good," she added with a grin.
Max's eyes just blinked. "Tonight? Why? What...what's happening tonight?" he asked. He smelled her cookies. They smelled really good and they looked as good as they smelled. At her offer he reached in and grabbed one. Taking a bite he just smiled. "Mmm...that's a good cookie. Thanks Tammi."
Mrs. Miller looked surprised. "Why, Maxwell don't you know? There's going to be a Lunar Eclipse tonight and we're throwing a party with the neighbors to celebrate this semi-rare phenomena. So, come on what are you waiting for? Let's join Jaime and have some fun!" she said excitedly, giving his arm a slight tug.
Max's face paled as soon as he heard, 'lunar eclipse.' He pulled away from his guardian. "I um I can't actually. I have this...thing I have to go do, so yeah I best just do that... You um go on and have fun with the others. I'll be okay," he said with a forced smile while slowly backing away from his easily excited guardian.
Watching him Mrs. Miller frowned. She could not understand what this boy had against fun and parties. 'Why does he not wish to attend?' "Are you sure you are well Maxwell?" she questioned, worried.
Max misunderstanding her nodded. "My physical being is fine if that is the answer you seek," he answered as he quickly slunk back into his room.
"That's not what I..." Mrs. Miller began, but stopped upon seeing her foster son gone. Finding herself standing just outside his door alone she let out a loud sigh.
Worried about Max she decided to speak with her husband on the matter. She skipped happily down the hall with her box full of homemade chocolate chip cookies. She strolled into the kitchen where she set the box down on an empty space on the counter. There on the recliner, feet propped up and newspaper in hand sat her husband, Jaime "Honey," she called from the kitchen.
"Mmm...yes dear?" Jaime called back.
"Any ideas about what we can do with Max because like for some reason he says he doesn't want to join the party and I was just wondering if it's because he's shy. He certainly seems shy anyway..." she asked him with a smile.
Meanwhile, in Mimic's room, Mimic sat atop of his skateboard ramp deep in thought while finishing up his cookie. His eyes lowered onto his watch. Time was not on his side that day. "No. I will not be a victim. I will not blackout," he said defiantly to the air. "You hear me? I am not a Euremian, so I will not be affected by this...this weird Earth moon thing," he ranted aloud. His white eyes then wandered towards the door. "But, I can't let them find me out. If they knew what I was..." He shivered at the thought of it. "Already they think I'm a freak. No, I will not let this happen! I gotta get out of here for their sake," he declared even though running away from the moon was impossible. He grabbed a few necessities and tossed them into his backpack. Grabbing a piece of paper he wrote a vague note telling the Millers not to worry, that he should be back by morning. He set the note on his pillow knowing very well they will find it there. He then put on his jacket and favorite baseball cap and opening his bedroom window he snuck out.
It was a nice day and Max sensed evening quickly approaching. He ran down his neighborhood streets and spotting a park bench he sat down. He had his T-Comm nestled safely in his pocket and contemplated calling for help, but refrained from doing so. Frustrated he covered his head underneath his arms. "What am I going to do?" he groaned. "I can't just stay out here all night and I can't let the Millers see me as I...am," he mumbled to himself.
Meanwhile, the Millers discovered the note and their foster son gone. Frantic, they call the police to find him.
A few hours later...
Max managed to elude the police and remain hidden prompting the Millers to approach Titans Tower sobbing. They knocked on the door and hoped for a response. Maybe their son's friends could find him faster than the police. After all they possibly knew him even better than they did.
Meanwhile, the lunar eclipse was already starting causing a slight change to a certain young boy's mind. As Max wandered the busy streets lined with people wanting to watch the night's phenomena, Max changed and was no longer Max because Max believed himself to be someone else entirely and not just anyone either. He now believed himself Nolan Vasquez, an Euremian smuggler known possibly by other aliens. But, Nolan is dangerous and a known misanthrope. Oddly enough, Max since returning to Earth has believed himself to be this particular Euremian during every lunar eclipse. It could have something to do with the fact that his Euremian captors spoke often of him, all in a positive light. They all viewed him as a hero since he often brought water to the planet.
Almost immediately a mad glint now shined in the young Titan's eye as he walked towards a grocery store. One of the cashiers recognized him since he's been a part of the Titans for awhile now, but the cashier's expression quickly changed upon Max pointing his alien blaster right at him. "Give me all the water of this filthy human Earth store before I disintegrate you and I don't miss..." he growled not in English, but in Euremian; which sounded like clicks.
Dumbfounded the cashier just stared blankly at him. "Sorry, I don't understand you Mimic. Maybe run by it to me again in English," the cashier offered.
"Silence Earth creature I don't yet understand what it is you are telling me," Max uselessly pointed out. He then checked his pockets. "Hm, where is that blasted translator!? Gah, damn thing is never in the right place! Well, I suppose until I can find it I'll just have to make a replacement. But with such poor technology and resources I doubt doing so would even be possible. I bet these earthlings still think electricity a good source of power. So very primitive. Ah well, I'll just make do with what I have and when I get back I expect your full cooperation grocery drone," Max hissed in reminder as he slowly backed away from the cashier. Spotting some water bottles in a small mini fridge near the cash register, Max grabbed them all and stuffed them inside his bag.
Seeing everyone staring at him, Max climbed on top of the check out counter. "Attention primitive Earth drones all of your planet's precious water will soon belong to me and there is nothing you Earth monkeys can do about it!" he announced in Euremian with an evil, crazed laugh.
But because nobody understood him they just continued with their shopping.
Not appreciating being ignored by beings he viewed as inferior, Max fired a warning shot at the ceiling to get their collective attention. The ploy worked and everybody fell to the ground, hands over their heads. "Fools! Do you not understand what I have just told you? Of course you don't, you can't speak Euremian, but rest assured I will gather up your planet's water in the name of Euremia. You may take water for granted, but we do not. For us it is a precious and rare commodity, moreso than gold," he declared jumping off the counter.
Looking back at the cashier he practically shoved a water bottle in his face. "This? Where can I find more of it on this filthy planet?" he impatiently growled, pointing his alien blaster at the frightened man's face.
Curious, Max forced himself to follow Mrs. Miller. "Hey Tammi, what...what's in the box?"
Tammi just grinned back at him. "You silly stay locked up in your room any longer and you'll miss out on all the fun we're having tonight!" she teased. "And these are my chocolate chip cookies. Baked them myself for the party tonight! Want one?" she answered, offering her foster son one. "They're really good," she added with a grin.
Max's eyes just blinked. "Tonight? Why? What...what's happening tonight?" he asked. He smelled her cookies. They smelled really good and they looked as good as they smelled. At her offer he reached in and grabbed one. Taking a bite he just smiled. "Mmm...that's a good cookie. Thanks Tammi."
Mrs. Miller looked surprised. "Why, Maxwell don't you know? There's going to be a Lunar Eclipse tonight and we're throwing a party with the neighbors to celebrate this semi-rare phenomena. So, come on what are you waiting for? Let's join Jaime and have some fun!" she said excitedly, giving his arm a slight tug.
Max's face paled as soon as he heard, 'lunar eclipse.' He pulled away from his guardian. "I um I can't actually. I have this...thing I have to go do, so yeah I best just do that... You um go on and have fun with the others. I'll be okay," he said with a forced smile while slowly backing away from his easily excited guardian.
Watching him Mrs. Miller frowned. She could not understand what this boy had against fun and parties. 'Why does he not wish to attend?' "Are you sure you are well Maxwell?" she questioned, worried.
Max misunderstanding her nodded. "My physical being is fine if that is the answer you seek," he answered as he quickly slunk back into his room.
"That's not what I..." Mrs. Miller began, but stopped upon seeing her foster son gone. Finding herself standing just outside his door alone she let out a loud sigh.
Worried about Max she decided to speak with her husband on the matter. She skipped happily down the hall with her box full of homemade chocolate chip cookies. She strolled into the kitchen where she set the box down on an empty space on the counter. There on the recliner, feet propped up and newspaper in hand sat her husband, Jaime "Honey," she called from the kitchen.
"Mmm...yes dear?" Jaime called back.
"Any ideas about what we can do with Max because like for some reason he says he doesn't want to join the party and I was just wondering if it's because he's shy. He certainly seems shy anyway..." she asked him with a smile.
Meanwhile, in Mimic's room, Mimic sat atop of his skateboard ramp deep in thought while finishing up his cookie. His eyes lowered onto his watch. Time was not on his side that day. "No. I will not be a victim. I will not blackout," he said defiantly to the air. "You hear me? I am not a Euremian, so I will not be affected by this...this weird Earth moon thing," he ranted aloud. His white eyes then wandered towards the door. "But, I can't let them find me out. If they knew what I was..." He shivered at the thought of it. "Already they think I'm a freak. No, I will not let this happen! I gotta get out of here for their sake," he declared even though running away from the moon was impossible. He grabbed a few necessities and tossed them into his backpack. Grabbing a piece of paper he wrote a vague note telling the Millers not to worry, that he should be back by morning. He set the note on his pillow knowing very well they will find it there. He then put on his jacket and favorite baseball cap and opening his bedroom window he snuck out.
It was a nice day and Max sensed evening quickly approaching. He ran down his neighborhood streets and spotting a park bench he sat down. He had his T-Comm nestled safely in his pocket and contemplated calling for help, but refrained from doing so. Frustrated he covered his head underneath his arms. "What am I going to do?" he groaned. "I can't just stay out here all night and I can't let the Millers see me as I...am," he mumbled to himself.
Meanwhile, the Millers discovered the note and their foster son gone. Frantic, they call the police to find him.
A few hours later...
Max managed to elude the police and remain hidden prompting the Millers to approach Titans Tower sobbing. They knocked on the door and hoped for a response. Maybe their son's friends could find him faster than the police. After all they possibly knew him even better than they did.
Meanwhile, the lunar eclipse was already starting causing a slight change to a certain young boy's mind. As Max wandered the busy streets lined with people wanting to watch the night's phenomena, Max changed and was no longer Max because Max believed himself to be someone else entirely and not just anyone either. He now believed himself Nolan Vasquez, an Euremian smuggler known possibly by other aliens. But, Nolan is dangerous and a known misanthrope. Oddly enough, Max since returning to Earth has believed himself to be this particular Euremian during every lunar eclipse. It could have something to do with the fact that his Euremian captors spoke often of him, all in a positive light. They all viewed him as a hero since he often brought water to the planet.
Almost immediately a mad glint now shined in the young Titan's eye as he walked towards a grocery store. One of the cashiers recognized him since he's been a part of the Titans for awhile now, but the cashier's expression quickly changed upon Max pointing his alien blaster right at him. "Give me all the water of this filthy human Earth store before I disintegrate you and I don't miss..." he growled not in English, but in Euremian; which sounded like clicks.
Dumbfounded the cashier just stared blankly at him. "Sorry, I don't understand you Mimic. Maybe run by it to me again in English," the cashier offered.
"Silence Earth creature I don't yet understand what it is you are telling me," Max uselessly pointed out. He then checked his pockets. "Hm, where is that blasted translator!? Gah, damn thing is never in the right place! Well, I suppose until I can find it I'll just have to make a replacement. But with such poor technology and resources I doubt doing so would even be possible. I bet these earthlings still think electricity a good source of power. So very primitive. Ah well, I'll just make do with what I have and when I get back I expect your full cooperation grocery drone," Max hissed in reminder as he slowly backed away from the cashier. Spotting some water bottles in a small mini fridge near the cash register, Max grabbed them all and stuffed them inside his bag.
Seeing everyone staring at him, Max climbed on top of the check out counter. "Attention primitive Earth drones all of your planet's precious water will soon belong to me and there is nothing you Earth monkeys can do about it!" he announced in Euremian with an evil, crazed laugh.
But because nobody understood him they just continued with their shopping.
Not appreciating being ignored by beings he viewed as inferior, Max fired a warning shot at the ceiling to get their collective attention. The ploy worked and everybody fell to the ground, hands over their heads. "Fools! Do you not understand what I have just told you? Of course you don't, you can't speak Euremian, but rest assured I will gather up your planet's water in the name of Euremia. You may take water for granted, but we do not. For us it is a precious and rare commodity, moreso than gold," he declared jumping off the counter.
Looking back at the cashier he practically shoved a water bottle in his face. "This? Where can I find more of it on this filthy planet?" he impatiently growled, pointing his alien blaster at the frightened man's face.