FIC: Chaotic Circumstances By: Joshua

["jab21kill" <the.evil.guy@xxxxxxxxxx>]

Title:	Chaotic Circumstances

Author:	Joshua

Disclaimer:	Yet another post-Halloween costume AU BtVS crossover.

Summary:	The gang, on a whim, dressed up as various X-men, and Ethans
was the only shop in town to boot so EVERYBODY changed.  Buffy, as a
joke, went as Cyclops, Willow as Jean Grey i.e. Phoenix, Xander went
as Iceman, and Cordelia went as Rogue.  And rather than demons,
everybody else dressed up in hundreds of *OTHER* costumes ranging from
books, movies, stereotypes ("Pirates", "Nurses", "Army", "Strippers",
"Cops", etc, etc, etc) to animes, comics, and historical figures.

AN:	I blame ziziggy123 author of "Sunnydale Berserker" and Anime Ronin
author of "Of Scoobies and X-Men" for the inspiration, if you want to
call it that, for this little piece of fanfiction.  Mostly it came
from Berserker in seeing how Buffy and the brand new Xander aka
Wolverine were getting along and it struck me as peculiar that
"Wolverine" just NEVER gets along with a person named "Summers".  Then
I started brainstorming 'What if' Buffy did dress up as Cyclops, and
it became permanent the same way Xander dressing up as Wolverine did?
Then I went further, and further, and further still and came up with
all that follows.  If you like, GREAT!  If you don't, <shrug> eh,
that's ok too.

AN2:	I am always open to input, that is not pure uneducated dribble
that is often referred to as "Flames" and usually involve cursing. 
Sometimes in numerous languages as well.  But if you have constructive
criticism, I always listen and try to reply to such, and if you have
suggestions about where to go from here, those I *REALLY* listen too
and enjoy and always reply back to.

AN3:     For the purposes of these two groups/website, I would like to
point out that Cyclops and Phoenix, ie Scott Summers and Jean Grey
(Summers) are soulmates, have a psychic bond, and are considered "True
Loves", discounting recent "new" X-Men issues.  Ergo, Buffy is now
Cyclops, Willow is now Phoenix, give me time to get them together is
all I ask.  8{  PLLLEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZ!

E-mail/Reviews:	the.evil.guy@xxxxxxxxxx and jab21kill@xxxxxxxxx 

Story:

Buffy woke up, her head pounding like the Hellmouth tentacle thingie
was trying to burst out of her skull.  After a few moments of feeling
her head and making sure that it wouldn't physically explode, she
carefully cast out with her over-sensitized senses, trying to figure
out where she was and what had happened.

	The last thing that she actually remembered . . .

Jean!  No!!  Please!!

I have to Scott . . .  It's the only way . . .

NOOO!!!!!

	Buffy squeezed her eyes tighter shut, her headache increasing in
strength for a few moments, which felt like years of absolute agony to
the mystically empowered warrior known as the Slayer.  A moan of pure
pain escaped her lips as she rolled over onto her side, trying to do
anything to minimize the pain.

	Suddenly another sound broke the deaf silence around her.

	"Buffy?  That you?"

	The voice was familiar, but the identity of who was calling her
eluded her mind amidst its suffering at the moment.  He, whoever he
was, kept calling her though, and after a bit she remembered who he was.

	"Buff, are you OK?" Xander asked, sounding closer.

	The headache began to diminish, however slowly, but she wasn't as bad
as she'd been when first regaining consciousness.  Too bad the
Professor wasn't around when she needed him, the telepath could . . .

	Her eyes snapped open in shock, self-revelation permeating her features.

	Who the hell was this Professor she had just thought of?

An older bald man in a wheelchair.  Frail looking, but with an aura of
power that could not be denied.  His very countenance demanded respect
and for those that did not know him, fear.

"Hello Scott," a kind voice spoke in darkness, "My name is Professor
Xavier.  Now why don't we see what we can do about those eyes of
yours.  Here.  Try these glasses on.  Now open your eyes."

The man, everything, everybody suddenly appeared in a reddish tint. 
People, friends were all around, looking concerned and expecting.

	Buffy shook her head one more time to get the images out of her mind.
Thankfully the headache was almost gone now, but something was
different.  She could tell.

	Focusing her eyes, she recognized Xander's face, warmth and concern
radiating from his features as he looked down upon her.  His deep blue
eyes locked onto hers and . . .

	Wait.  Xander's eyes were brown!

	"Xander?" she spoke slowly, her throat a little dry, but still
functional.

	"Yeah, sorry I'm not better lookin," he joked with a lopsided grin
that seemed natural for his face.  She chuckled and accepted his help
in sitting up, which is when she noticed that she had been laying on
the floor of the School Library.

	"What happened?" she asked.

	"Uhm, not too sure of that myself Buff," Xander answered, scratching
the back of his head in confusion and embarrassment.  "Last thing that
I can honestly say I remember for sure is Halloween and taking some of
the kids back to the school."

	At the mention of Halloween, her brain seemed to kick start as she
recalled her own night escorting the children of Sunnydale around town
for Trick or Treating, as well as being roped into it by Principal
Snyder, who had dressed up himself as some kind of goblin or
something, though it was rumored that it was originally supposed to be
a Troll costume.

	"Yeah," she mumbled, rubbing her head from phantom pains, "that's
right.  I was taking my group to one last house after they had gotten
a bunch of tooth brushes from some old lady and then . . ."

"This is Cyclops to anyone in range, come in!"  The communicator was
working, but it's range wasn't intergalactic like Cerebro's.

"Cyke!  That you?" a strangely familiar, but subtly different male
voice came from the red and yellow X-emblazoned device.

"Bobby?  I mean Iceman?  Are any of the others nearby?"

"Yo, you two wanna cut the chatter?  What in tarnation is goin' on
around here anyway?" a southern accented female voice came through.

"Rogue!  Thank goodness.  Anybody else, report in, NOW!"

'Don't worry love, I'm here,' a bodiless voice echoed through the
speaker's mind.  'I can sense a few of the others.  We are close to
one another, but Scott, something else is going on around here.  There
are so many confused minds.  Everyone is in great danger!'

	"Great danger . . ." Buffy repeated quietly, trying to figure out
what was going on with her.

	"What was that Buff?" Xander asked, interrupting her thought process.

	Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she accepted the young man's
help in getting to her feet, saying, "Nothing, it's nothing.  Is there
anyone else here?  Giles or . . ." the Slayer froze, her eyes widening
in shock, "WILLOW!" she screamed and then raced forward to the prone
form lying in a heap on the table.  For some reason she felt a deeper
pang of concern and fear than she normally felt when seeing one of her
friends hurt or in danger.  Not that she was heartless about that sort
of thing, but seeing the redhead like that left a trembling echo of
horror in her soul.

	Xander was right beside her only a moment behind in helping to get
their best friend into a more comfortable position.  Xander looked as
torn up about Willow's condition as Buffy was feeling, but that took
back seat until she was sure that the young woman was all right.

	"Willow?" Buffy tried to rouse the unconscious redhead.

	"C'mon Wills, you're going to be late for school," Xander whispered
in a half-teasing voice.

	Buffy looked up and glared at him, and he just shrugged, but was
prevented from answering as Willow startled awake, shouting, "No,
don't worry, I'll be on time!"

	"See," he said to Buffy, smirking, "works every time."

	"Huh?  WhaOWWW!" Willow suddenly clutched her head, in some serious
pain.

	"Willow!" both her friends cried out, wondering what could be wrong
and what had to be done to fix it.

	"Ahhh!" she seemed to be in pain from something, causing her friends
to become even more worried.  Then she said the one thing that
shattered their world for the rest of their lives.  "Stop thinking so
damn loud you two!  It hurts!  And no I'm not dying Xander," she snapped.

	It took a couple of seconds before the Slayer and the blue-eyed man
to fully process what it was that their red haired friend had just
said, but once they had, they both jumped back away from the table,
their brains in total shock.

	"Uh . . . Wills . . ." Xander said slowly, "you . . . you can, you
can read our minds?"

	The redhead, her eyes much clearer and less pain-filled, nodded her
head, seemingly perfectly at ease with the situation.

	"Since when?" the blond demanded.

	"Since last night when we got turned into our costumes and I dressed
as Jean Grey aka Phoenix of the X-men," Willow answered casually,
until her mask broke and her face grew into a huge grin.  "Isn't this
*SO* cool!"

	Again, total shock numbed her friends' brains, keeping them from
replying.

	"Uh . . . c-c-could you repeat th-that . . . one more time?" Buffy
asked, stuttering.

	Willow blinked and did a double-take at her friends.  "Wait, you
don't remember?" she asked, stunned.

	Both of them shook their heads no.  "Maybe you'd better start at the
beginning Wills, cause the both of us are drawing total blanks,"
Xander offered.

	"Are you sure?  Because Jean confirmed, before she left, that all of
us would remember what happened.  Especially after the X-men cornered
Ethan and forced him to explain how the powers and other things were
permanent now," Willow said.

	"Wait, the X-men?" Buffy repeated, "Wills, we dressed up as comic
book characters for Halloween, not any kind of invocation or anything
like that!"

	"No, that was Ethan Rayne, the man that sold us the costumes," the
redhead prompted.  Another awakening groan drew the groups attention
however, as they quickly raced to the balcony where they discovered
Cordelia Chase, laying flat on the floor and dressed in a skintight
bodysuit that fit perfectly into every curve and bump of her
curvaceous body.

	"And why did Cordelia dress as Rogue again?" Xander casually asked
his friend.

	"Her reasons were because she made the outfit look good, instead of
the other way around and that was a good enough reason for her.  And I
think she likes reading X-Men comics herself, but I don't have any
proof of it," Willow remarked.

	"Watt the heyall hit mai?" the dark haired Queen C of Sunnydale High
garbled out as she unsteadily got to her feet.  It took a few moments
for the others to realize that Cordelia hadn't mumbled or spoken with
any kind of speech impediment, but rather with a distinctive southern
accent.

	"Cordelia, are you all right?" Buffy found herself asking with an
authoritative voice.

	"Aye think so . . ." bit by bit Cordelia's normal voice, with a
Southern Californian accent, took over, "but I've got this killer
headache, and for whatever, I feel like punching out somebody named
the Cajun."

	Shaking her head in minor frustration at Cordelia's attitude, Buffy
turned back to Willow, her mind turning gears as she tried to remember
what all had happened last night.  "OK Will, is there anything else we
need to know right now, because, I'm seriously drawing a total blank
here."

	"Wait, so you guys seriously don't remember?" Willow looked at all of
them each in turn.

	They were all shaking their heads, even as Cordelia slowly, but
steadily, made her way down from the balcony to join them around the
table.  Willow herself, got down off the table and began to pace
rather nervously back and forth.  "Jean said you guys would remember,
that Rayne had somehow fixed it that the powers, memories, experiences
even would remain.  And I remember, but if you guys don't then . . ."
She trailed off as she caught and looked Buffy in the eye, at first
only glancing and then outright staring.

	"Oh . . . my . . . god . . ."  The Jewish redhead looked like she was
about to faint.

	"Wills?!  What's wrong, I don't understand . . ." Buffy exclaimed
just before another migraine exploded in her head, making her wince in
pain.

"Jean, I don't understand!  We're in another dimension but we're not,
we're actually possessing spirits, but we're not dead, and the last
thing any of us remember is going to sleep and the next thing we know
we're waking up, on Halloween, in a nobody-ever-heard-of-it town on
the West Coast!!"

All the X-men just stood around and stared after the brief tantrum,
until the red-haired young woman in a dark leather outfit reached out
and comforted the speaker, "Feeling better now dear?"

"A little.  Alright, any information on ways to get out of this people?"

The young woman with red hair was briefly encompassed by a fuchsia
pink aura before speaking, "We go to the source.  The young woman,
whose body I seem to temporarily be in possession of, her name is
Willow.  She suggests that we find someone named Giles.  I have a
possible direction in either, but even if we find the source, we may
have no way to contain it or reverse what's happened without the
assistance of this Giles person."

	"Ugh, I'm beginning to really, really hate that," Buffy grumbled as
she wiped away the last of the migraine, and the confusing images that
came with it.

	"Don't be, those are your memories from last night fading," Willow
told the blond.  "Oh, and Buffy, I'm not sure if you've noticed yet or
not, but your eyes are red.  And I don't mean from being tired either."

	"Huh?"

	"Just . . . whatever you do, don't imagine any kind of trigger in
your mind, or shooting a laser beam from your eyes or anything like
that, OK?"

	"Willow, what are you talking about?" Buffy was more and more
confused.  Shooting laser beams from her eyes?  What was Willow
talking abo--

	"HIT THE DECK!" Willow screamed at the top of her lungs even as she
dove for the floor herself.  Xander and Cordelia were only a beat
behind her as they too noticed the bright red glow that had begun to
accumulate around Buffy's eyes, and then, with only that and Willow's
warning, a straight beam of solid red light shot out at the distant
wall and instantly blasted through to what was beyond, the sound of
thunder and explosion echoing after it.

	From Buffy's point of view, it was hard to describe.  One second she
had been thinking about what Willow said, the next everything had gone
reddish, and the next she felt a . . . a force go through her and
leave through her eyes, and she saw . . . a red beam? . . . lash out
and destroy the wall she was looking at.

	In reflex, after that, she immediately shut her eyes and screamed
out, "What the HELL was that?!!!"

	"That," Willow shouted as she pulled herself to her feet, "was
Cyclops' mutant power to shoot Optic Beams from his eyes.  A power
that you've inherited because you dressed as Cyclops, aka Scott
Summers last night for Halloween.  Just like I dressed as Jean Grey,
the Phoenix, Xander dressed as Iceman, and Cordelia dressed as Rogue!"

	"Whoa there Sugar!" Cordelia, slipping into her country accent,
exclaimed.  "You're saying we've all got, like, super powers now or
something?"

	Willow just rolled her eyes in response.

	"Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute!" Xander jumped up, suddenly
excited.  "That means that I . . ." his grin almost tore his head in
half it was so wide, "I have always wanted to do this!"

	Rubbing his hands together before him, still grinning insanely,
Xander thought to himself, 'OK, Cold.  Think cold.  Think ice.  At
least that's how Bobby described it that time his powers got switched
. . .'

	Suddenly, the knowledge was there, as if Xander had truly been born
with these powers of ice and cold.  Pointing his palms at his feet,
ice-blue energy lashed out from them and inch by inch, his feet, his
legs, and soon his entire body was being covered with solid white ice.
When he was covered entirely, from foot to head in a very solid,
seven foot block of ice, there was a healthy pause, right before
cracks broke the ice, which almost instantly exploded outwards from
the now living ice statue that was Xander Harris.  Also known as, from
this point on, Iceman.

	"Oh man!  This is SO AWESOME!!!!" The blue/white iced version of
Xander was jumping up and down.  The funny thing, in the girls'
opinion, was that the ice armor Xander had put over his body was
skintight, which meant to them that he was a naked iced version of
Xander.  Just minor some key parts, seeing as they were covered.

	"I can see at least one of us won't be having any difficulty
adapting," Buffy spoke gruffly, crossing her arms as though annoyed,
even though she was the farthest thing from it.  She was petrified.

	"It'll be OK Buffy," Willow was suddenly there, wrapping her arms
around the blond Slayer's tense frame.  "And I'm sure your memories
will come back soon.  The X-men only wanted to help us, and another
thing, they certainly didn't force this on us or anything.  That was
Ethan Rayne."

	"Who is Ethan Rayne?" Buffy demanded, but staying still, taking minor
comfort in being held by her best friend.

	"A chaos mage," Willow dutifully replied.  "Giles used to know him,
back in college I think.  And don't worry about Rayne anymore.  He's
taken care of."

	"Taken care of how?" she demanded once more, displaying an unnatural
suspiciousness and worry.

	Willow blinked in surprise at Buffy's surprising caring attitude, but
just shrugged it off and answered, "Giles took care of him.  The X-men
thought it wise not to let us be present, and to be frank, even Jean
agreed with what Rayne got.  And she's as much a pacifist as any of
them.  Well, except for Professor X that is . . ."

	"Nobody dressed up as him, did they?" Iceman/Xander interrupted,
sounding worried.  Or maybe panicked.

	"No, I, or rather Jean, would have sensed his presence at some
point," Willow shook her head to the negative.

	"Or maybe somebody did, and the Professor was powerful enough to
resist the chaos spell . . ." Buffy suggested, but trailed off as
everyone turned to stare at her, " . . . and how the hell would I even
know who the Professor is?  I don't read comic books, especially the
X-men!"

	"Hey ya'll," Cordelia interrupted, "Ah think I'm startin' ta remember
some stuff of mah own.  And I WISH this crazy accent would just go
away!  Gawd!"

	"What are you remembering Cordelia?" Willow asked, ignoring the other
comments the cheerleader made.

	"Well," it was obvious that Cordelia was struggling to maintain her
"normal" accent, "I think I'm starting to remember last night.  In
bits and pieces though.  And . . . flying.  I definitely remember flying."

	Then Queen C did a double take.  "Hey!  Xander got to keep his
powers, how come I don't get to keep the whole flying,
invulnerability, and super strength stuff, huh?!"

	"Cordy," Buffy diplomatically inserted, "have you actually tried to
fly yet?"

	"Oh," the native Californian's cheeks flushed pink, "Yeah.  My bad."

	Three seconds later there was a hole in the ceiling where Cordelia
had crashed through on her way to the upper atmosphere.  Totally on
purpose, of course.

	"This place is going to have more holes than swiss cheese by the time
we're done with it," Xander/Iceman sarcastically commented.

	"Well for right now, until we can find Giles, Xander why don't you
see if you can plug these holes up, at least temporarily," Buffy asked
him.

	"No prob Buff," Xander grinned, and then going entirely on instinct,
his arms raised and pointed at the ceiling hole first.  A moment later
the same ice blue energy blasted out and where once was a hole was now
solid ice.  A gesture and some more flashy energy and the Library was
a sanctuary of privacy once more.

	"Oh, wait, we should probably have left one for Cordelia to get back
in . . ." Buffy amended, not really sounding disturbed by her latent
thought, when the point became moot as a human female body fell
through the ceiling, making yet another hole, which Xander immediately
fixed, even preventing much of the debris from falling.

	"Never mind," the Slayer happily chirped.

	Willow rolled her eyes in bitter amusement at the thoughts readily
available to her now.  It was a startling experience to say the least.
Even more so now that Jean Grey and the Phoenix Force was no longer
there.  The powers were there, but the power was gone.  Probably
forever, she thought privately.  She was still trying to decide
whether that was a good thing . . . or not.

	"OK, I think I just discovered the major downside to this," Xander
announced as Cordelia picked herself up off the floor.

	"No Danger Room," they all said together, apparently on the same
wavelength.

	More or less.

	"Wait a sec, what the heck is a Danger Room?!" Cordelia exclaimed
shrewdly.

	"What she said," Buffy added, pointing at the brunette.

	"The Danger room is where the X-men trained in the use of their
powers.  Where they could cause as much damage as they liked without
actually hurting anybody," Xander calmly explained.  "Thing is, it was
made with alien technology, not to mention a multi-millionaire had it
built and maintained and kept repairing it every time it got broke. 
Several things we don't have . . . and I have a bad feeling we're
going to need them.  Well, need it, to say the least.  The Danger Room
that is."

	"We get the idea Xander!" Buffy snapped.  Unfortunately as she did
so, her eyes began to almost crackle with the crimson energy again,
giving Xander just enough time to duck, which in turn clued Buffy
enough that she turned back to the first hole she had made, now
covered with ice, just in time to make ice cubes and obliterate the
tree outside she had toppled with her first blast.

	After a moment as the dust settled, Buffy's eyes returned to normal,
and she said to herself, "Boy, do we ever get the idea."

	"Great," Xander mumbled from behind a small barricade, "I know we
can't afford to have ruby quartz custom designed into a pair of
sunglasses or a visor!"

	"I'm sorry!" Buffy screamed, "I just keep imagining that trigger
Willow mentioned, and I'm really upset right now and I don't need . .
."  Her eyes began to shine and then spark with red energy again.

	"Buffy!" Xander shouted out loud as he dove behind his barricade.

	"Close your eyes!" Willow shouted at the last second.

	The Slayer obeyed her friend instantly, and was surprised when she
felt the energy that had been building in her eyes stop, and then move
back down into her body.  Hesitatingly, and focusing on just opening
her eyes and nothing more, she cracked her eyelids.  Thankfully, she
was rewarded without seeing anything through a red haze and felt none
of the energy spikes that had occurred as with the other times.  They
all breathed a sigh of relief.

	"OK, hows about none of us lose our tempers and just focus on keeping
control until this wears off or whatever?" Buffy casually suggested.

	"Uhm . . ." Willow was suddenly very nervous as she realized none of
her friends actually remembered the events of the previous night.

	"For once, you actually had a good idea," Cordelia commented, in her
way, as she carefully made her way down the stairs.

	Buffy growled in response, her eyes flashing a solid ruby red, but
thankfully no energy was released and she calmed herself before
causing even more damage.

	"Cordy," Iceman/Xander said in exasperation, "why don't you try not
talking for a little bit, okay?  Think of it as life threatening if
you keep blathering on the way you do."

	"Hey!" the cheerleader exclaimed, and then some hidden instinct
caused her to glance in Buffy's direction, and proved once and for all
that Cordelia Chase did indeed have a brain as her higher brain
functions deduced the logic in not making the Slayer angry with a
random comment.  So, that in mind, she just sat down quietly next to
Willow at the table.

	"Uh, guys?" Willow hesitated in saying.

	"This won't wear off.  It's permanent," she told them.  "The X-men,
last night, which I thought you would remember, found out from Ethan
that the spell he used transformed us.  We're not mutants, technically
speaking, but looking at our genetic structure now, you wouldn't be
able to tell that.  We all actually have the X-gene.  As well as
partial memories and experiences, and of course the powers of the
X-men we dressed as last night."

	There was a disheartened exclamation over that, but the teens finally
all settled down to wait for Giles to appear.  Thankfully there was no
school today, though none of them could remember the reason.

	"Why did I dress as Cyclops again?" Buffy asked her friends to remind
her.

	"The bet last week, about that horned demon," Xander reminded her,
now back to his normal self, "And I thought it would be kind of
ironic, what with your last name being Summers and all . . ." The blue
eyed youth quieted down as he saw he wasn't really helping matters.

	"Don't worry Buffy, we can deal with this, the X-men assured us of
that before they left," Willow comforted her friend.

	"Well, did they happen to explain  how we would deal?" the blond
Slayer exclaimed.

	At that the redhead looked a bit uncomfortable.  Make that very
uncomfortable.  No, downright terrified.  "Uh . . . no," she finally
squeaked.

	At that moment, whether with good fortune or not, Rupert Giles, High
School Librarian, mentor to the Slayerettes and Watcher to the Slayer
Buffy Summers, walked in through the double swing doors at the front
of the Library.  He was obviously so tired and mentally exhausted that
it was understandable that he did not immediately notice all of the
damage to his "precious Library."

	In fact it took him hanging up his jacket, putting down his briefcase
and walking around and into his office, and then coming out a couple
minutes later with a steaming hot mug of English tea before he even
noticed the teenagers all standing out in the open.

	"Oh, hello everyone," he mumbled, "here a bit early, aren't you?"

	They could only stare in stunned silence.

	Giles, still in the early phases of waking up, progressing faster due
to his caffeine intake from his very pleasant mug of hot English tea,
took their silence as a kind of agreement that they were here very
early.  A moment later, something very cold dripped onto the top of
his head, causing him to recoil and look up in surprise.  Ice had
somehow formed on the ceiling and was dripping as it slowly melted.

	'Must be the air conditioning,' he thought idly, his thinking still
dulled from tiredness.  'Of course there's always the possibility that
it's a poltergeist of some kind.  Now that Halloween, which should
have been a night off for all involved, is over, things like this are
practically expected to happen with more and more occurrence . . .'

	He trailed off as he turned and saw the very, very large hole in the
wall, covered by a temporary wall of ice.  Finally he started to wake
up as he realized that something truly 'hellmouthy', as the teenagers
had termed it over the years, was going on.  Giles calmly took another
sip of tea, thinking to himself that he should have Buffy look into
several things in regards to these bizarre ice formations directly
over the Hellmouth no less.  Turning to do just that, Giles stopped
cold, so to speak.

	Buffy's eyes were glowing read, sparks of energy shooting out from
them, showing just how dangerous such a phenomenon was.  Willow,
surrounded by a bright pink aura, was levitating, cross-legged, half a
meter over the table she had been sitting at.  Cordelia also hovered
several feet over the ground, although it was clearly not levitation
but actual flying.  And Xander was now a living, moving ice-blue
caricature of himself.

	Giles promptly spit out the tea he had just sipped and dropped his
Ming tea cup in outright shock.

	Just outside the city limits, a hitchhiker on the side of the road
looked up as a scream broke the silence of nature around him.

	"/*BLOODY HELL!!!!*/"






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