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Madness Chapter one (redone)

Captured

The fight wasn't the usual 'get our asses kicked by the X-men' battle. This was a family issue. The twins, Wanda and Pietro, against their father, Magneto (or rather, daughter against father while brother made sure that no one got seriously hurt). It was a hard job for the speedy mutant. On the one hand, he wanted his father's respect for years, and worked hard for it. On the other, his sister was the only twin he had, that, and he was terrified of her. So Pietro ran back and forth through the battleground, trying to make sure that nothing hit his only family left. It was hard enough making sure nothing his father threw hit his twin, but it was even harder making sure that everything Wanda shot, hexed, or threw, missed his father without the aggravated witch suspecting anything. For the most part he managed, but the fight was lasting longer then usual, and Pietro was getting tired. Letting his guard down, finally one of Wanda's hexes hit her father square in his chest, knocking him unbalanced. It was a moment of truth, and everyone watched with baited breath.

Magneto fell to his knees; Wanda smiled dangerously; Pietro stood still for about the third time in his life. The world seemed to stand still as the the older man sputtered and coughed in pain, his children too entranced by the scene to move. Coming back to her senses, Wanda sneered, and readied her hex bolts, her hands holding crackling, blue energy just waiting to be fired. But before the Scarlet Witch could send her final attack, Magneto called back his acolytes and retreated from battle, again. The human magnet flew away on scraps of levitating metal, and his minions left to fend for themselves.

"URAGE!" Wanda screamed into the sky, her anger and frustration exploding within. The hex bolts she held ran from her fingers and to the clouds, looking like ice blue fireworks. Her teammates ran in fear of mutilation, or death. Nobody wanted to mess with an upset Wanda, and Wanda when furious tended to end homicidal. Lance and Todd ran/hopped for their lives, Blob waddling behind them. Only Pietro stopped to look back at his distraught sibling.

He raced to her side as her legs collapsed from under her, and she fell to the ground, hard. She stayed down, with her body slouched and her head bowed in defeat. It was almost surreal, seeing the angry and passionate girl so sedated.

"Hey... Wanda... It's gonna be alright." The silver haired boy knelt down, and placed a hand on his twin's shoulder. He was shocked to find her body trembling with quieted sobs. She didn't respond for a long time, and when she did, Pietro could barely hear her speak.

"He abandoned me, Pie. I begged him for help, and he just watched them take me away." Hot tears fell from her eyes, and left wet trails as they ran down her nose.

"He was afraid. You were out of control, Wanda." Pietro mumbled back to her, and sat beside his sister, arm wrapped around her shoulder for comfort.

"I... just wanted his attention..." Her words brought Pietro back to his childhood, to when Wanda's powers had developed. He remembered crashing plates, flickering lights, and levitating tv's that would drive his father mad. But he also remembered flowers dancing as Wanda giggled, and a 'science experiment' where milk instantly turned into chocolate ice cream. Wanda could alter reality, so in a sense, whatever she said goes. If televisions could hog-tie a master of metal, then milk could turn into ice cream just by placing it into the freezer.

"I think that I want to be alone for a little bit." Wanda whispered, and Pietro nodded, and with a quick kiss to her forehead, The Scarlet Witch was left alone in the abandonded contruction site.

Body feeling numb, Wanda stood up, and walked away from where she had almost succeeded in gaining her revenged on the man who failed as a father. She didn't walk long. Night was falling fast, and the creeps of Bayville were starting to comeout. Wandering out of the deserted contruction zone, Wanda found herself in front of a toy store, closed for the night. The block seemed empty of human life, and it was there that the gothic teenager decided to sit in the gutter.

"I had him... He was on the ground, sputtering like the feeble old man he should be, and I let him go." Malice laced into every word she spoke, and once dried tears threatened to cloud her vision. She was a pathetic sight.

"I failed."


Magneto paced in his metal fortress. Not saying a word, but thinking up a storm. That day had been close, too close. He couldn't count on Quicksilver to keep his daughter under control. It was too risky to his health. Wanda wanted him dead, and she would stop at nothing until she got just that. His footstepped echoed off the walls, giving a rythem to his pacing, and Magneto growled under his breath, mumbling about homicidal daughters and worthless sons.

"Should have just killed her when I had the chance."

The pacing stopped, and with it, so did the echos. Magneto's face was grim, and still like stone. The only emotion showing was his lips, which were curved into a cruel smile.

"Sabertooth." He said with a false sweetness. "I need you and the others to… 'pick up' something important to me."

"Cajun, Russian. You two go get the brat." Sabertooth growled to the other acolytes on his way to his bedroom.

"Why should we, homme? Last time Remy heard, Mags told you ta do it." Remy said from his place on the floor. Sabertooth grabbed him from the lapels of his trench coat, suspending the Cajun in mid air.

"You're going 'cause I told you to. I outrank you, so you do as I say. Got it?" The two men were now eye to eye.

"Oui, got it. C'mon Petey." Remy said, his voice like that of a boy going through puberty due to fear, as Sabertooth set him down. The two acolytes raced each other towards the door, and hopefully, their salvation from the fearful mutant.


"So, Remy. Vat do you t'ink the little lady vill be like? (AN: My failure at a Russian accent)"

"J'ai no idea. But Remy'll give y' twenty bucks she takes y' out first, mon amie." Remy laughed lightly as they walked down the deserted street. Nighttime had fallen long ago, and the only beings out were the prostitutes, their clients, and the young delinquents of the teenage population. There were many troubled looking goths, but finding the witched clothed in red was far more difficult than the two mutant men anticipated.

"You are on, friend. Somet'ing tells me t'at she vill find you more of a threat." Piotr said shaking his head. Suddenly, Remy stopped and the Russian giant ran into the Cajun's back.

"Look over there. It's the fille. C'mon, we can take her." Remy whispered and sure enough, there was Wanda, sitting in the gutter. Remy acted quickly and slipped into the shadows. Being as quiet as possible, he charged one of his playing cards, and threw it in front of Wanda. She bent over and held in her hand. Realization seemed to hit her as she threw the card away from her and in an instant, it exploded.

"DID MY FATHER SEND YOU TO FINISH ME. SHOW YOURSELF." Wanda screamed. Piotr could clearly see the tears in her eyes. A sudden feeling of grieve swept over him, but it disappeared quickly. Now was not the time for petty feelings, he had a job to do.


Wanda felt rage fill her mind so quickly it was almost painful. She new that one of her father's minions used cards as a weapon. Before she could stop herself, she was standing, hex bolts at her hands. Her breath left her as a man of metal crashed into her, throwing her into the air. Calming her mind, she concentrated in altering the gravity around her. She no longer felt herself falling, instead, she floated in the air.

"My turn." She mocked the metal mutant. Lifting her arms, the ground under him began to shake. The tar on the road began to melt, and his feet were stuck to the pavement.

With an evil laugh, The Scarlet Witch searched for the second acolyte, but she didn't get the chance to find him. The next thing she knew, she was falling, an almost unbearable pain in her ribs, and the smell of smoke filling her senses. She never saw the charged playing card that had exploded against her side. The blue eyed mutant landed on the cement ground with a sickening crack. Blurred images of two men standing over her, men she could barely recognize. Then darkness overtook her, and there was nothing.