Now, I've only seen a few of the cartoon episodes, so forgive if the guys are a little out of character. Enjoy.
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Bruder Nicht Mehr (Brothers No Longer)
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Chapter One- Gray Skies Above
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It was a cloudy day in Bayville, the sky cold and gray, while the sun shown with all the intensity of a dying candle. A steady drizzle fell from the overcast Heavens, adding to the town's lackluster aura.
Sitting at the kitchen table of a run-down old house located in the shadier side of Bayville, was one Pietro Maximoff. Pietro was leaning back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling fan, sharp eyes following one blade as it spun round. He *had* been doing homework, but halfway through the mental torture, Pietro had realized that the work was pretty much pointless, via the fact that there was only a week of school left. Besides, he had more important thing to do. Like making himself sick by watching the fan.
Off to Pietro's right, Lance Alvers and Todd Tolensky were engaged in a fierce game of Mario Kart. Lance, who usually got brutally whooped, was neck and neck with Todd, the finish line in sight. "Get ready, Mario. I'm gonna rock your sad, little world." He muttered, gripping the controller until his knuckles turned white.
Upon hearing Lance's comment, Pietro groaned loudly in annoyance. "Lance! Would you *please* stop with the stupid rock puns!" he whined. "That didn't even make sense!" Lance, without looking up from the game, sent a small tremor Pietro's way. It was just enough to knock his chair, which was already teetering on two legs, over and sending Pietro sprawling to the floor.
The sudden crash caused Todd to look away from the TV, startled, which caused his little cart to veer off the track, which caused Lance's cart to screech past him...and win.
"YES!"
Lance jumped out of his seat and sprang over the worn sofa. He let out another joyous shout and began to do a victory dance around the room, oblivious to the death glares sent his way by Todd and Pietro. His enthusiastic rejoicing was cut short by an occurrence that happened rarely, if ever.
Someone knocked on the door.
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Lance stopped dead in his tracks and stared. He briefly noticed that Freddy had come out of his room and was joining the other three in staring wary and curious at their front door. Pietro was the first to voice his concerns.
"Lance?Whoisatthedoor?Lance?Doyouknowwhoitis?Doyou?Whywouldsomeonebehere?
Huh?Lance?Do-"
The annoying string of Pietro-speak was cut short when the knock came again. Lance stared at the door silently debating whether or not he should open it. "What should we do?" he wondered aloud. Todd gave him a hesitant look. "Uh, maybe we should open the door, yo." Lance shook his head sharply, clearing it. "Uh...yeah. Sorry. Stupid moment."
Lance stepped forward and unlocked the door, slowly opening it. A woman in business suit was standing there, with several policemen standing behind her. Lance stared at her for a moment, puzzled. "Uh, can I help you?" The woman gave him a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"I'm Angela Brown of Social Services. You and the others are going to have to come with me."
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So, you like so far? Suggestions? Comments? Review!
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Bruder Nicht Mehr (Brothers No Longer)
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Chapter One- Gray Skies Above
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It was a cloudy day in Bayville, the sky cold and gray, while the sun shown with all the intensity of a dying candle. A steady drizzle fell from the overcast Heavens, adding to the town's lackluster aura.
Sitting at the kitchen table of a run-down old house located in the shadier side of Bayville, was one Pietro Maximoff. Pietro was leaning back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling fan, sharp eyes following one blade as it spun round. He *had* been doing homework, but halfway through the mental torture, Pietro had realized that the work was pretty much pointless, via the fact that there was only a week of school left. Besides, he had more important thing to do. Like making himself sick by watching the fan.
Off to Pietro's right, Lance Alvers and Todd Tolensky were engaged in a fierce game of Mario Kart. Lance, who usually got brutally whooped, was neck and neck with Todd, the finish line in sight. "Get ready, Mario. I'm gonna rock your sad, little world." He muttered, gripping the controller until his knuckles turned white.
Upon hearing Lance's comment, Pietro groaned loudly in annoyance. "Lance! Would you *please* stop with the stupid rock puns!" he whined. "That didn't even make sense!" Lance, without looking up from the game, sent a small tremor Pietro's way. It was just enough to knock his chair, which was already teetering on two legs, over and sending Pietro sprawling to the floor.
The sudden crash caused Todd to look away from the TV, startled, which caused his little cart to veer off the track, which caused Lance's cart to screech past him...and win.
"YES!"
Lance jumped out of his seat and sprang over the worn sofa. He let out another joyous shout and began to do a victory dance around the room, oblivious to the death glares sent his way by Todd and Pietro. His enthusiastic rejoicing was cut short by an occurrence that happened rarely, if ever.
Someone knocked on the door.
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Lance stopped dead in his tracks and stared. He briefly noticed that Freddy had come out of his room and was joining the other three in staring wary and curious at their front door. Pietro was the first to voice his concerns.
"Lance?Whoisatthedoor?Lance?Doyouknowwhoitis?Doyou?Whywouldsomeonebehere?
Huh?Lance?Do-"
The annoying string of Pietro-speak was cut short when the knock came again. Lance stared at the door silently debating whether or not he should open it. "What should we do?" he wondered aloud. Todd gave him a hesitant look. "Uh, maybe we should open the door, yo." Lance shook his head sharply, clearing it. "Uh...yeah. Sorry. Stupid moment."
Lance stepped forward and unlocked the door, slowly opening it. A woman in business suit was standing there, with several policemen standing behind her. Lance stared at her for a moment, puzzled. "Uh, can I help you?" The woman gave him a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"I'm Angela Brown of Social Services. You and the others are going to have to come with me."
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So, you like so far? Suggestions? Comments? Review!