A/N: X-Men Evolution is a prime show in my opinion. The only problem being that there is just too much to cover. The characters, character relations and not to mention the ever popular question of: who would win in a fight between ____ and ____? This is my playground. Time to play with those details.
A lone girl walking the streets at night. A dangerous past time, unless you're a mutant. Then the danger shifts to anyone in the general vicinity.
Surprisingly quiet though. Only three thugs tried to jump her tonight. Usually more. Something about a teenage girl just screams "Try and mug me, please!" Too bad for them, when you're up against the scarlet witch, the odds are never in your favor.
She didn't dwell on these minor inconveniences, though. She had an objective, and its success hindered on the location of a particularly slippery mutant. One not easily caught. Some people might find it hard following someone faster than the human eye. For Wanda, it was just a matter of following the sirens.
Since the incident with the Sentinel, Quicksilver had been replenishing his funds with anything that had a combination lock protecting it; it helps when you can check every possible combination in a matter of seconds.
Discretion was never Pietro's priority, so detection was little to no challenge. Then again, he never had need to fear anyone catching up with him, until his sister got out.
Wanda did not like her family and her family gave her no cause to feel otherwise. Being locked away since childhood in an asylum tends to leave a girl sufficiently ticked. It didn't take an empath to see they needed to work out their issues and that's exactly what Wanda had in mind: A family get together. The problem was her father showed some reluctance in meeting with his dear daughter. So to get to the father, she'd go after the son.
She'd arrived just in time. Pietro had just cleared out a bank vault and was making off with his weight in cash. One more step and he would have been a blur, but his legs suddenly gave out on him. Like he'd stumbled, or tripped on something that wasn't there. It would have seemed a strange sight to anyone else watching. A goth girl in a red long coat waving at a white haired youth in a Grey-green jump suit. The youth had apparently just tripped over himself and proceeded to slide face-first to his sisters feet.
"Hello, Pietro."
"W-Wanda?"
"Where is he?"
"He? He who exactly?"
"Don't play games with me." Wanda's eyes seemed to glow as she spoke. She made a quick gesture and Pietro screamed. Wires snaked from beneath the ground and surrounded the youth. Sparks flew dangerously close to the man. These helped to emphasize her words. "Where is Magneto?"
"Oh … he him. Well I wish I could help you-" Another large spark. "I really wish I could help you, but the truth is, I don't know where he is."
"You don't know, or don't remember?"
"What difference does that make?"
"Because if you don't remember." a wave of her hand and the sparks glowed brighter. "I can make you remember."
"I-I don't know." He didn't.
"In that case," Another gesture and the wires tightened. "You'll just have to be my bait."
"Wanda, wait can't we just-" the next word would most likely have been talk or discuss, but we'll never know for sure since Pietro's unspoken pleas were interrupted buy his screams of pain. Electrocution can be very unpleasant.
"No brother, I'm afraid we can't." With another wave her brother fell unconscious to the ground and the wires ceased to spark. She headed back the way she came, and dragged the unconscious body of her brother behind her. "No talking until Father comes home."
The girl definitely has issues, can't say I blame her. With a family like that, who could hope to be normal. Then again, am I really the best judge of normal.
"Nightcrawler, report."
"Nightcrawler here. The Scarlet Witch has Quick Silver."
"Hmm … most likely trying to force a meeting with Magneto."
"You want me to follow her?"
"Yes. Follow, but do not engage. I'll monitor your position from here."
"Will do professor."
"And Kurt."
"Yes professor?"
"Be careful."
I love the professor, I really do. But he really needs to work on boosting self-confidence. That sounded like a a death sentence.
A/N: This was written over an hour for a challenge between myself and my roommate, Fenrisknight. I have missed writing and am excited to get back in the game. Read, review and above all: enjoy.
