"Titanic"
Okay, I'm beginning to think that I have an obsession. I love Jonda. Very very much, and now I'm writing another fan fiction. But this one is like, a spoof from Titanic. There is powers. WOOT! JONDA, ROMY, and KIOTR! the story will have some stuff from the comics, only because it works so well, so if you're confused about anything, that's probably why.
X-Men belong to marvel comics, Titanic belongs to um, paramount pictures. I own nothing. sadface. Oh, and by the way, there is a high chance of main character death in the later chapters. Double sadface.
The ship Titanic was scheduled to leave at noon, but people were arriving at least five hours before then, all ready to board and leave. It was the largest ship ever built in Europe, and tickets were not cheap. Erik Lehnsherr knew that, but none-the-less, he bought three first class tickets to America. The tickets were for himself and his children, Wanda and Pietro. They were a family of mutants, known also as Magneto, Quicksilver, and The Scarlet Witch, and the children were going to America in chains.
Wanda stepped out of the car, her red dress was elegant and expensive, she herself was gorgeous.
"C'mon Sis, Dad's in a hurry." Pietro, her brother touched her elbow to get her attention. She flinched and sneered at him. A year before, she and her brother had lived in Romania. She was convicted of being a witch when she was six, and since then had been living in an asylum. It had traumatized her.
"Father can wait. The ship doesn't leave for another two hours. We have time to spare." Wanda's voice was cold and polite, but Pietro knew what she was really saying. 'Fuck Dad, I hate him.' The boy sighed and ran ahead to where his father was getting his health inspection. It was hard for him to act normal around the humans, his mutation made him an extremely fast runner, and even talking slower drove him insane.
"Your turn, Mr. Maximoff." A voice brought the speedster out of his thoughts. A man holding a comb was talking to him, it was a lice check. Pietro looked around and saw his father getting a shot. He grimaced slightly, Wanda hated needles, she would likely cause a scene.
Finished with the inspection and 'lice free' as the man had said, Pietro waited for his sister. Sure enough, Wanda made a small scene with the needles, but she behaved better then Pietro had expected. When she was finished, he gave her a one armed hug.
"You did great, sis. I'm proud." He could see the happy smile in her eyes, but it never showed on her face. The happy and cheerful Wanda had died years ago.
"Let's just get on the boat." The two of them walked towards the boarding area where their father was waiting for them. He gave them a stare and headed to the ship. Up ahead, Wanda saw a little girl. She was obviously third class, by the simply dress she wore, in her arms was a bunny stuffy. The little girl was playing and running around, and she tripped, and bumped into a man. The man looked down at her, and kicked her out of his way.
Wanda felt a familiar anger inside her, and ran towards the small girl now sitting in a dirty puddle, the left side of her face was scratched and bleeding slightly. She helped the small girl up and helped brush away the dirt. Without thinking, she used her powers. Wanda could alter reality itself, and used that to make the girl's scraped up cheek to heal instantly. Feeling weak after wards, she turned to the rich man who kicked the little girl
"How could you kick a girl. She was just playing." Wanda burst out as the man walked away. He turned at sneered at her and continued on his way. The girl's father called, and she ran towards him, leaving Wanda alone with a small thank you.
A loud smack and a sharp pain greeted Wanda when she stood up. Her father grabbed hold of her upper arm and growled into her ear.
"If you ever do something like that again, I'll make sure you'll suffer for the rest of you considerably shortened life." Wanda felt herself get drowsy as her father messed with the iron in her system (1).
"Father, People are staring." Pietro whispered, trying to help his sister without getting their father angry. It worked, and the two of them headed for the ship.
The first class part of the ship was elegant. Women, men, and children all dressed in the newest fashions of Europe. Wanda felt sickened by it. She wasn't used to the rich life, and having to act like a lady was seriously harming her sanity.
When she had memorized where her room was located, Wanda ditched at first chance. It wasn't hard, her father didn't care where she or her brother were, as long as they didn't make him look bad.
Finally free outside, Wanda walked around the deck. People were still boarding, mostly the poorer who were getting last minute tickets. The ship would be leaving in about twenty minutes, and people were really hurrying to get on. A loud laugh caught her attention. Looking down, she saw two men, obviously third class, weaving between the crowds, both carrying worn travel bags. The one laughing had fire red hair, and seemed insane.
Wanda scowled at looked away from the two men. She didn't like remembering about her childhood, it wasn't fair. The insane man's laughter was gone, and Wanda felt a little disappointed. It was familiar to her, and the asylum wasn't all bad. Some of the patients were actually quite nice.
"Stop it, Wanda." She scolded herself, it wasn't good to dwell in the past. With a small sigh, Wanda walked back inside. Her brother would worry about her. She smiled to her self when she thought about Pietro. He was a natural at acting rich, it just suited him. Father should be proud to have a son like him, but instead, he favored his insane daughter. Wanda stared numbly at the large diamond on her ring finger. Why did she have to carry this burden for the family? Life sucked.
Remy LeBeau looked around the small table. The Fisherman's Pub (2) was the perfect place to get a cheep beer, or He and his friend, John Allerdyce, were playing poker with two men who didn't fully speak or understand English. What there was to win were three watches, about fifty bucks, an engagement ring, three lighters, and two tickets on the ship Titanic, to America. The ship would be leaving in ten minutes, so the game really had to get going.
"D'accord. Johnny, what do you have?" Remy asked his Australian friend. The Aussie looked at his cards then back to Remy.
"Nothin', mate."
"Sven, Olaf?" Remy asked the two men across from them, Sven, the one on the right, dropped his cards, he had nothing. Olaf, however, showed his.
"Two pair, damn. Désolé, John-"
"Sorry, sorry? Those are ma three best loiters. O'l 'ave ta go back ta Sydney. Ya can't just say sorry and think every thing's gonna be hunky-" John stood up and started to yell at his 'friend', but Remy cut him off.
"Désolé, désolé. You're not gonna back ta Australia, 'cause we're goin' to America. Full house, Garçons." Remy yelled, slapping his cards on the table. John cheered and grabbed all the winnings, stuffing them into his duffel bag. In Remy's astonishment and excitement, he accidentally charged the cards. With a loud bang, the table and two of the chairs caught fire. Olaf and Sven looked at them, before bellowing something foul about mutants, and attacking Remy. John acted quickly and took control of the flame. A large great Dane bit at Olaf's pant leg, catching it on fire. Olaf panicked and tried to pull the dog off, resulting in burning his hand. Remy punched Sven in the jaw as he tried to bash his head in. With a lot of grunting, Gambit managed to get away from the mutant hater, and reached for his cards. One after the other, he threw the now explosive cards at Sven, not hurting him, but scaring him enough that he didn't want to tackle him again.
Suddenly, a gun shot sounded and the bar fell silent and people that were about to help stood still. Remy dropped the uncharged cards and they fell to the floor harmlessly. The barkeep looked at the four people, a shot gun in his hand a stern expression on his face.
"You two had better leave now, before I call the authorities." His voice was commanding and John grabbed his bag. He and Remy headed towards the door.
"Now hold on, I didn't mean you two. I was talking to the mutant haters." The barkeep pointed the barrel of his shot gun at Sven and Olaf. They looked at each other before running out of the bar at full speed. The barkeeper laughed and went back to work, cleaning the counter.
"This here's a sort of sanctuary for mutants. Took me seven years to get my license, and I put it to good use." The barkeeper said, not looking at Remy or John. Looking around, Remy saw that it was true. The room was filled with mutants, a mother was holding her daughter whose hair was a bright green, two women were laughing as their beer glasses hovered above their heads, and at least three people in there were blue. They didn't seem concerned about the mutant haters that just left, they were happy. It felt unnatural, in a good way. Gambit pulled out his wallet.
"Here, mon amie. For your help an' ta replace the broken furniture." Remy gave the barkeep all the money in his pocket, and headed for the door with John. He hoped the best for the small bar, the world needed more places like it.
"Oy, mate. We need ta get goin'. Ship leaves in 'bout, three minutes." John exclaimed, looking at his watch. Remy glanced at the ship. It was further away then he thought.
"Let's go." He grabbed the Aussie by his jacket and they ran, weaving between people, cars, and horses, laughing like idiots. They had won two tickets on the largest ship ever made. Remy was going home, and John would finally go to America. They made it onto the ship just in time.
"What's t'e room number?" Remy asked his red headed friend.
"Um, 201b. Where in the 'ell is that?" John asked, searching for a sign.
"Over here, John." The two of them pushed and shoved their way to the room. Inside, it was a brick shit-house. The walls were cheap and plainly white, the two bunk beds were metal and there was only a thin, lumpy mattress to sleep on.
"Are ya serious? This is where we 'ave ta sleep. This shit-hole. Bull shit." John swore loudly and Remy rolled his eyes. He was used to sleeping in dingy hotels, or even under bridges. His family had disowned his when he refused to marry a whore from his home town. Their marriage would have ended a generations old war between the two families, but Remy knew that he would have just ended up murdered in his bed.
"Fuck staying 'ere, mate. Oy'm gonna go walk around deck, mabe flirt with some english girl, waddya say?" John claimed the top bunk and headed ou the door, Remy following. Life sucked.
First chapter down and not half bad, if I do say so myself. There will be KIOTR in the next chapter, and some one-sided ROMY. Enjoy.
(1) I do not own that. From 'Hostage' by Valoofle. One of the best Jonda fics evah!!!!!!
(2) The pub near my house, best burgers in the nowhere town.
