Warning!!!: Now pay attention, 'cause I will only do this once (unless
something changes). This story will contain some slash. Boys liking boys,
girls liking girls, because I am a firm believer of the fact that almost
everybody's bisexual. So if you have a problem with this, please leave now.
Thank you! Here will also be bad language. I mean, come on, they're
teenagers, and teenagers swear. I am a seventeen-year old girl, and I use
bad language. The fact that I'm seventeen also means that there will be
some more mature things coming up. Not that I'm mature on anything, but
still. There will be angst. Eventually. I will try to keep the rating at PG-
13, but I can't promise anything. And tell me if the rating's wrong, I'm
not very used to the ratings here. Also, there might be (ah, screw that,
there -will- be) some character-bashing here. People will be trashed talked
by other people (if you really could call 'em people since they're
fictional and all). This is by no means my own opinion, but rather how I
think they will react in different situations. Oh! And mentioning of
alcohol. But you shouldn't drink, because drinking's bad, m'kay? So don't
drink! But there will be alcohol popping up in this story. Even under-age
drinking. Yeah.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I think Marvel owns X-Men. *shrugs*. All I know is that it's not me. Original characters belong to respective creators. You want a list? Mail me. idiot_nr_72056@hotmail.com.I almost own a laptop, but it has a screwy a-tangent. So there might be some a-s missing (no, not ass.).
Author's Notes: This fic takes place right before "Mainstream". Since this is the last episode I've seen (I don't count "Stuff of Villains", because my version didn't have any frickin' -sound-! And it wouldn't fit into my story.) I will disregard of the things happening later. I don't really know what happens later, actually. So Evan will be in the story (haha, you won't get rid of him here!), and the Acolytes are one team while the Brotherhood are another (still lead by Mystique. C'mon, we all -know- she could easily avoid getting caught, with her shape-shifting abilities and all.). And because I feel like it, Rahne and Jubilee are also here. Tabitha's with the X-Men, because I don't want her with the Brotherhood and she did stand around with the rest of the X-Men in the end of that episode where . . . they all stood around in the end. Yes. Gambit, Colossus and Pyro will have personalities made up entirely by me (No! Run fer ya lives!), but feel free to come with pointers.
On with the story
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When this all began. . .
We knew there'd be price to pay
Too late now
To turn away
We have come so far. . .
Chapter one.
Raven Darkholme, commonly referred to as Mystique, did not like kids. Not babies, not little children, and most definitely -not- teenagers. The only one she was willing to make an exception for was her own son, and that was partly because of the fact that they hardly ever met. Luckily she wasn't working as a principal anymore, but she still lived in the same house as four teenagers. Who had fewer things to do than teenagers should be allowed to have, since they weren't going to school anymore. Mystique would have gotten rid of them a long time ago, but they were needed to get revenge on Magneto (as well as Cyclops who had ascended on her list after the incident at Area 51) and thus, she couldn't throw them out. No matter how tempting it was, especially at times like these.
"What the -hell- happened to my bed!?!?!"
The house suddenly went dead quiet, except for the angry "I'm pissed of at the world, leave me alone or -die-" music blaring out from Wanda's room. Mystique stormed down the stairs trying to locate the soon-to-be-horribly- punished boys.
"Hold it right there!" she yelled, noticing that the boys in question was trying to escape through the front door as fast as possible. All three of them froze, slowly turning around, plastering innocent smiles on their faces.
"Hi boss lady!" Todd said overly cheerful while his eyes kept darting around looking for escape routes. "Uh. . . we were just. . . uh. . ."
"Going to work!" Lance said, not coming up with anything better. Mystique fought the overwhelming urge to roll her eyes. After all, it would destroy her Royally-Pissed-Off Evil!Bitch!Boss! image.
"Despite the fact that we get less and less money every day, neither of you brats bothers getting a job. You have no reason to leave at this precise moment. So explain why my bed looks like it does! Now!!!"
"Well. . . It's all Lance's fault! I had nothing to do with it, yo!"
"My fault?! It wasn't my idea with the paint and the feathers!"
"But it was you that suggested using it as a trampoline!"
" . . . Freddy sat on it!"
"Hey, you leave me out of this or I'll sit on you!"
"Enough!!!" Mystique yelled, feeling a slight headache the size of Alaska approaching. "Get out! Leave! Now!!!"
"What?" The boys looked slightly bewildered. Or, as Mystique would have put it, more idiotic than usual.
"You heard me! Leave! If you value your pathetic little lives even the slightest, you go out that door and doesn't come back!"
"You're kicking us out?" Lance asked. "Come on, you can't be serious!"
"I am not kicking you out," Mystique explained with all the patience of an aggravated shark. "I am merely getting rid of you until the need to strangle you all has died down a little."
Despite what most people believed (and what their grades suggested), the Brotherhood Boys wasn't stupid. So after their beloved boss had delivered her charming little speech, and started ascending towards them with a look on her face that'd fit right in in a Stephen King movie, they did the only logical thing. They ran.
Of course, they didn't run very far. After all, running wasn't something the Blob liked doing. Plus, the jeep was right there, waiting for them.
"Damn, she's pissed for real this time, yo," Todd said, jumping into the front seat.
"Of course she is, you totally destroyed her bed," Lance muttered, taking place behind the wheel.
"It wasn't all my fault, and you know it. And what the hell are we going to do now?"
"We'll get her some alcohol," Lance decided after thinking for a little while.
"Right, 'cause the only thing better than a murderous insane boss lady, is a -drunken- murderous insane boss lady," Fred said, having taking residence in the backseat.
"Yup!" Lance grinned. "You know how sentimental she gets sometimes when she's drunk. It can work out. Or we could get something to drink and keep it to ourselves, and just stay away from here the nearest weeks."
"Whatever we'll do, we should get outta here before Boss Lady decides to check her closet," Todd suggested, getting twitchy from only thinking about the consequences of being near Mystique when that event occurred. Lance also got a slightly nervous look on his face when he remembered what had happened to it, something he managed to forget due to the bed-incident.
"Yeah, fuck, she'll kill us for real when she finds out," he said. "Well, it's settled then, let's go get drunk!" He started the car and drove out on the road, while Todd muttered something about not watching TV while on a sugar high ever again.
tbc
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AN: Uh, yeah. First chapter. Yay! *makes a happy little dance*. So what do ya think? Was it good? Huh? Huh? Come on, it's only the beginning of the story. And the ending of this chapter sucks, I know. So, yeah. Review! Tell me how it is!
And sorry for the long wait. I had half of this written (or something like that) and then ff.net deleted the other "story" (which didn't -really- mattered, but still.), and something not funny happened to me personally. I hate real life. Ick. So, terribly sorry, I got depressed and just wanted to write angsty stories. And this will not be a superangsty story. Probably. And this didn't make very much sense, but who cares. And then ff.net decided to delete my entire account. So this is actually a re-post.
Well. It was kinda short, I know. I originally had an X-Men-part and an Acolytes-part planned for this chapter, but they ended up sucking bad. So I have to rewrite them. They'll be in the next chapter. Probably. Along with some new guys! Yay! But, school stinks and has decided to torment me further by giving me way more homework than anyone should have, so it might take me some time to finish it. Plus, I'm sick! *coughcough*. And mildly depressed. But the more reviews I'll get, the faster I'll write! *hinthint*
And -please- give me suggestions to the title. I'm not too happy about this one. Suggestions for the plot are also welcome. I have -some- idea where I'm going with this, but not completely.
Well, gotta go. After all, I've got places to go, chapters to write, chocolate to eat, and people to disturb.
See ya!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I think Marvel owns X-Men. *shrugs*. All I know is that it's not me. Original characters belong to respective creators. You want a list? Mail me. idiot_nr_72056@hotmail.com.I almost own a laptop, but it has a screwy a-tangent. So there might be some a-s missing (no, not ass.).
Author's Notes: This fic takes place right before "Mainstream". Since this is the last episode I've seen (I don't count "Stuff of Villains", because my version didn't have any frickin' -sound-! And it wouldn't fit into my story.) I will disregard of the things happening later. I don't really know what happens later, actually. So Evan will be in the story (haha, you won't get rid of him here!), and the Acolytes are one team while the Brotherhood are another (still lead by Mystique. C'mon, we all -know- she could easily avoid getting caught, with her shape-shifting abilities and all.). And because I feel like it, Rahne and Jubilee are also here. Tabitha's with the X-Men, because I don't want her with the Brotherhood and she did stand around with the rest of the X-Men in the end of that episode where . . . they all stood around in the end. Yes. Gambit, Colossus and Pyro will have personalities made up entirely by me (No! Run fer ya lives!), but feel free to come with pointers.
On with the story
-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-@-
When this all began. . .
We knew there'd be price to pay
Too late now
To turn away
We have come so far. . .
Chapter one.
Raven Darkholme, commonly referred to as Mystique, did not like kids. Not babies, not little children, and most definitely -not- teenagers. The only one she was willing to make an exception for was her own son, and that was partly because of the fact that they hardly ever met. Luckily she wasn't working as a principal anymore, but she still lived in the same house as four teenagers. Who had fewer things to do than teenagers should be allowed to have, since they weren't going to school anymore. Mystique would have gotten rid of them a long time ago, but they were needed to get revenge on Magneto (as well as Cyclops who had ascended on her list after the incident at Area 51) and thus, she couldn't throw them out. No matter how tempting it was, especially at times like these.
"What the -hell- happened to my bed!?!?!"
The house suddenly went dead quiet, except for the angry "I'm pissed of at the world, leave me alone or -die-" music blaring out from Wanda's room. Mystique stormed down the stairs trying to locate the soon-to-be-horribly- punished boys.
"Hold it right there!" she yelled, noticing that the boys in question was trying to escape through the front door as fast as possible. All three of them froze, slowly turning around, plastering innocent smiles on their faces.
"Hi boss lady!" Todd said overly cheerful while his eyes kept darting around looking for escape routes. "Uh. . . we were just. . . uh. . ."
"Going to work!" Lance said, not coming up with anything better. Mystique fought the overwhelming urge to roll her eyes. After all, it would destroy her Royally-Pissed-Off Evil!Bitch!Boss! image.
"Despite the fact that we get less and less money every day, neither of you brats bothers getting a job. You have no reason to leave at this precise moment. So explain why my bed looks like it does! Now!!!"
"Well. . . It's all Lance's fault! I had nothing to do with it, yo!"
"My fault?! It wasn't my idea with the paint and the feathers!"
"But it was you that suggested using it as a trampoline!"
" . . . Freddy sat on it!"
"Hey, you leave me out of this or I'll sit on you!"
"Enough!!!" Mystique yelled, feeling a slight headache the size of Alaska approaching. "Get out! Leave! Now!!!"
"What?" The boys looked slightly bewildered. Or, as Mystique would have put it, more idiotic than usual.
"You heard me! Leave! If you value your pathetic little lives even the slightest, you go out that door and doesn't come back!"
"You're kicking us out?" Lance asked. "Come on, you can't be serious!"
"I am not kicking you out," Mystique explained with all the patience of an aggravated shark. "I am merely getting rid of you until the need to strangle you all has died down a little."
Despite what most people believed (and what their grades suggested), the Brotherhood Boys wasn't stupid. So after their beloved boss had delivered her charming little speech, and started ascending towards them with a look on her face that'd fit right in in a Stephen King movie, they did the only logical thing. They ran.
Of course, they didn't run very far. After all, running wasn't something the Blob liked doing. Plus, the jeep was right there, waiting for them.
"Damn, she's pissed for real this time, yo," Todd said, jumping into the front seat.
"Of course she is, you totally destroyed her bed," Lance muttered, taking place behind the wheel.
"It wasn't all my fault, and you know it. And what the hell are we going to do now?"
"We'll get her some alcohol," Lance decided after thinking for a little while.
"Right, 'cause the only thing better than a murderous insane boss lady, is a -drunken- murderous insane boss lady," Fred said, having taking residence in the backseat.
"Yup!" Lance grinned. "You know how sentimental she gets sometimes when she's drunk. It can work out. Or we could get something to drink and keep it to ourselves, and just stay away from here the nearest weeks."
"Whatever we'll do, we should get outta here before Boss Lady decides to check her closet," Todd suggested, getting twitchy from only thinking about the consequences of being near Mystique when that event occurred. Lance also got a slightly nervous look on his face when he remembered what had happened to it, something he managed to forget due to the bed-incident.
"Yeah, fuck, she'll kill us for real when she finds out," he said. "Well, it's settled then, let's go get drunk!" He started the car and drove out on the road, while Todd muttered something about not watching TV while on a sugar high ever again.
tbc
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AN: Uh, yeah. First chapter. Yay! *makes a happy little dance*. So what do ya think? Was it good? Huh? Huh? Come on, it's only the beginning of the story. And the ending of this chapter sucks, I know. So, yeah. Review! Tell me how it is!
And sorry for the long wait. I had half of this written (or something like that) and then ff.net deleted the other "story" (which didn't -really- mattered, but still.), and something not funny happened to me personally. I hate real life. Ick. So, terribly sorry, I got depressed and just wanted to write angsty stories. And this will not be a superangsty story. Probably. And this didn't make very much sense, but who cares. And then ff.net decided to delete my entire account. So this is actually a re-post.
Well. It was kinda short, I know. I originally had an X-Men-part and an Acolytes-part planned for this chapter, but they ended up sucking bad. So I have to rewrite them. They'll be in the next chapter. Probably. Along with some new guys! Yay! But, school stinks and has decided to torment me further by giving me way more homework than anyone should have, so it might take me some time to finish it. Plus, I'm sick! *coughcough*. And mildly depressed. But the more reviews I'll get, the faster I'll write! *hinthint*
And -please- give me suggestions to the title. I'm not too happy about this one. Suggestions for the plot are also welcome. I have -some- idea where I'm going with this, but not completely.
Well, gotta go. After all, I've got places to go, chapters to write, chocolate to eat, and people to disturb.
See ya!