From: VIANNA926 Date: 26 Aug 1999 17:20:51 GMT Subject: NEW: Not My Fault okay, I thought this story I wrote wasn't good at all, but I'm posting it anyway. Title: Not My Fault Author: Chimerical Chameleon E-Mail: Vianna926@aol.com Rating: PG Keywords: H, M/S UST Spoilers: FTF Archive: Sure, just tell me Summary: A certain bee has to say something... Note: I don't care if bees are color blind. Disclaimer: X-Files don't belong to me, they belong to CC & Co. DUH! Not My Fault by Chimerical Chameleon ********** Eternity. That's the length of time I have to explain things. I'm floating along in Heaven now, busy sipping sweet nectar from the pretty flowers in the clouds. Bzzzzzzzz........yeah, I'm the infamous bee and I'm in Heaven. 'Cause God doesn't give a shit how many people I've stung, I'm still innocent You see, it's NOT my fault. Really. You people don't understand, because you saw it from a different view. But, if you sit awhile, relax, and sip a cup of tea, I'll tell you MY SIDE OF THE STORY. What? You really want to listen? Ah, finally. Someone neutral. You're my kinda human. Let's see.....where it all began..... ***************** I was a young bee, inexperienced, volatile, easily scared. I was walking along a red petal of a flower. You see, I liked the color red. Usually red meant an especially yummy flower. But this flower was a little weird. It wasn't soft and it didn't smell a lot. So I was minding my own buisness when... WHACK! A woman wrapped up in some silly looking suit trapped me in a glass vial. Being the easily scared bee I was, I freaked. After twitching my antenne around a bit, confused, I went ballistic! There was no free flowing air. I thought she was gonna kill me or make me into one of those cow bees to produce honey. Ahhhh, those poor cow bees. Locked up in an area for all their lives, forced to produce honey for humans along with themselves. My aunt Beetrice was a cow bee. She got away though, but she was never the same. She kept on buzzing on and on about how the gray cloud will get them if they don't work faster. Whoops, I got off track. I do that a lot. Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, the vial. So I went crazy. I flew up and down and this way and that way trying to get out. Stupid me, that only gave me bruises. I was like a little yellow and black Ping Pong ball bouncing every which way. After awhile, I got the message that giving myself bruises wasn't going to help me get out. So I fell to the bottom of the vial and perched there, panting and giving little wheezes that sounded like: Whuzzzzz...whuzzzzz....whuzzzzz You get the idea. It was very pathetic. Then she took me to a shiny metal place. A mean looking man was there. This man poked something into my ass. That hurt. I then knew how my victims felt when I stung 'em. I felt a little weird after that. My butt hurt a little. I couldn't feel my stinger. Then, the woman took me to a place filled with... CORN!!! I could not believe my eyes. Corn?!? Were these humans especially stupid? 'I WANT FLOWERS!' I wanted to scream. But the weird thing was that when she released me, I just buzzed off into the corn. I didn't feel much like flying away. I met some other bees. They were sitting on the fluffy flowers on top of the corn. So I joined them and drank some nectar. It wasn't much like flower honey, it was nasty corn honey. But I was hungry. Hungry for corn honey. I drank so much I felt like a floating water balloon. When the sun went down, I followed my beefriends to a white hive. It was big and filled with a lot of bees. I remember rubbing antenne with my once lost Uncle Beently. We zoomed to some slits in the ground. I remember getting sleepy and hearing a lot of snoring around me. And then... FOOSH!!! The slits opened. I was jostled about by my friends to get out. I was flying along and I spotted two people, a woman and a man, flapping their arms, like they were trying to fly. I saw a flash of red hair. And being attracted to red like I am, I flew to it. And got trapped once again. But this time, it was in a black material. Stifled by the cloth, I stayed still and caught my breath. Then the woman wearing the coat must have bumped into something because I got knocked out. When I woke up, it was silent. I heard a low murmuring, strained whispers. Peeking over the collar of the coat, I saw the man's hands on the woman's face. He stroked her cheeks slowly and then she kissed his forehead. Caught up in the moment, as they leaned slowly towards each other, I stayed where I was. And unfortunately for my reputation, I didn't notice his hand creeping closer towards me. Jostled by his hand, I freaked once again. I guess I should have watched where I was wagging my stinger because I stung the woman. She gave a little gasp and slumped against the man. Feeling a little dazed after I lost my stinger, I hung feebly to the collar of her blouse. Then, I felt the man's hand close upon me. He squeezed a little too hard, and killed me. ******** See? It wasn't my fault. He scared me. So please, please, understand and don't say stuff like: Kill the bees! Forget the future, fight the bee! I didn't do anything. IT'S NOT MY FAULT Send feedback! Please! Send all mail to Vianna926@aol.com