Babysitting
Sinister Goings On
I am so sorry that it took so long to update but I'm starting sixth form on Wednesday and at an entirely new school too. So I've been shopping for a suit, do you know how hard it is to buy a plain black suit? Three days it took me! Three days! All my school stuff cost over £200 and I had to buy half myself! Anyway, rant over, here's the chapter, I hope you like it, I'm not as happy about it as the other chapters; I knew what I wanted to happen, but the words just didn't come to me. So anyway, please review and tell me if it's OK or if I should just burn my computer.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed and I'm so sorry for spelling Storms name wrong, apparently it's Ororo and not Orroro (simple mistake to make though) and I'll sort it out as soon as I can be bothered. But anyway thank you all, you are all my friends!
Wanda woke to the sound of the front door slamming and a muffled yell of "Good luck; you're going to need it!"
She rolled over, "Pie, your hair's on fire."
"What, huh, what?" he sat up and his hands flew to his head. "Oh, morning."
"I heard the babysitter running out the house."
"Mission accomplished."
They high fived each other. Then the door opened to reveal the strangest looking man they had ever seen. He had deathly pale skin, a strange looking blue suit, black hair, red lips and a red diamond on his forehead and a blue cape with red underneath that was torn into strips but in stead of the strips just falling down they seemed to defy gravity and arched in a curve first. (1)
"Hello children," said this strange man in a metallic (I couldn't think of another way of describing it) voice. "Your father is negotiating for an island and he won't be back for a few days, but I am here to…take care of you." He smiled revealing needle like teeth. "My name is Sinister, Mr Sinister."
"Hi," said Wanda, merrily bouncing up to him. "I'm Wanda and this is Pietro. Come on, I'll show you round the house!" taking Mr Sinister's hand Wanda dragged him out of the room and round the house, keeping up a running commentary as they went.
"This is the kitchen but daddy calls it a breeding ground for bacteria, whatever that means," Sinister eyed the dirty dishes in the sink that did indeed hold an entire eco system of mould on each one. "Here's the playroom where we gave the cat man a make over and played Barbie with the two crazy people. Ohhhh, we'll have to play those things with you later!"
"I don't think so." Said Sinister determined that he would do no such thing.
Wanda merely shrugged then pulled him up the stairs. "This is mine and Pietro's room, my side is painted red and his side is painted blue, he wanted pink but daddy said something about 'no son of mine' and so it's blue." Sinister smirked at this.
"Here's daddy's room," she opened a door to a room naturally filled with metal; the only non metallic items in the room were his cloths, his mattress, his bed sheets and pillows.
"This is the bathroom," she pointed to a white tiled bathroom "And this is the spare room, daddy wanted me to have it but I didn't want to leave Pie all alone; he's scared of the dark and we like to share dreams."
"Share dreams?"
"Yes, sometimes, when we want to, we sleep next to each other with our foreheads touching and we dream together about the same thing. But daddy doesn't like us doing that; he says it looks bad. Hey, what does incest mean?"
"Why?"
"Cause that's what daddy says people will think we are, so what does it mean?"
"It," he looked at her innocent face. "Doesn't matter."
"Oh…well; that's our house! So what are we going to do, I know, lets play house! I'll be the mummy and you can be the daddy and Pietro can be the baby…"
"NO, no, we're not going to do that I'm afraid," Wanda stared at him questioningly as he brother slouched up the stairs to join them. "We are going to go on a little trip on my jet. Won't that be exciting?"
"Cool!" exclaimed Pietro, instantly perking up. "Can I fly it?"
"No, I don't think that will ha…"
"Mr Sinstre?" asked Wanda, pulling on his cloak.
"Actually it's Sinister."
"Oh, Spinster…"
"Sinister."
"Skinner?" suggested Pietro.
"No, Sinister."
"Actually I think Spinller has a nicer sound to it." mused Wanda out loud.
"No way," disagreed her twin. "Mr Scapller is way better."
"Spinller."
"Scappler."
"Spinller!"
"Actually, I would prefer Scapller to Spinller, it sounds much more threatening." said Nathanial (2) before shaking his head. "Wait, what am I doing? My name is SINISTER, all right?"
"OK." nodded the twins.
"Good, now come on; to my jet."
"Mr Scappler?" started Wanda.
"You know what," Sinister said exasperatedly. "Why don't you just call me Mr S?"
"Oh, Mr S?"
"Yes Wanda?"
"Why are we going on your jet?"
"Because my computer found you. You two, out of the entire world!" he smiled at them then asked in a casual voice. "Have either of you found out you could do things that you couldn't before?"
They looked at each other before nodding their heads.
"And what can you do?"
"I started to go really fast."
"And my hands started to glow and the house began to move."
"How very interesting." murmured Sinister.
The three of them climbed up the ramp and into Sinister's jet. Inside the walls were purple and the floor was a green colour although you could hardly tell because strange looking moss like plants were everywhere; climbing up the walls, running along the floor and creeping up the control panel. In front of which stood a very technical looking chair with wires and tubes sticking out of its back.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." chorused the twins in a very good imitation of the green aliens in Toy Story.
"Yes," smiled Sinister. "Now, sit in those seats; we're about to go on a little flight."
Wanda and Pietro sat on two seats covered in the moss like substance which instantly grew along their laps to make a kind of seat belt.
"Hold on children." Called Sinister as the jet rose into the air and headed to the south.
The first half hour of the trip passed without incident; the children were engrossed with looking out of the window. Sinister let himself be lulled into a false sense of security. This is going to be easy, he thought I much prefer working with children than with adults; they cause less trouble.
Pietro tapped Wanda on the shoulder.
"Wanda, I need to pee." He whined.
"Well what do you want me to do about it?"
"I don't know. Ask Mr S if there's a bathroom."
"Why don't you ask him?"
"Because he scares me."
"You're smarter than I thought you were."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh come on. It's obvious isn't it?" Her twin just stared blankly at her. "Mr S is a vampire!"
"What? No way!"
"Yes way."
"How do you know?"
"Have you seen him? He's got pale skin, sharp teeth and wears a cape."
"But his skin doesn't sparkle in the sun light!"
"That's only in Twilight and that's shit! They're not vampires; they can't even fly for Christ's sake!"
"You know how much I hate vampire films Wanda; you're just trying to scare me."
"Not at all. Where do you think he's taking us?" she asked casually.
"The…Supermarket?"
"In a jet!" she snorted. "No way, he's taking us to his gothic castle so he can drink our blood and turn me into a vampire."
"Wh-wh-what's he g-g-gonna do to m-m-me?" Pietro asked, shivering as he looked at the back of the pilot's chair.
"Oh, he'll make you a servant and hypnotise you to do stuff for him, or he might feed you to his hell hounds or he might just drain your blood and throw your body out of the jet as we fly over the Atlantic Ocean or something."
Pietro grew even paler than usual and stared to rock back and forth clutching his stomach.
"How do we find out if he's a vampire or not?"
"Well, you could get a mirror and see if he has a reflection," suggested his twin. "Or you could see what happens if he touches a cross."
"Yeah, sure because the son of Eric Lensherr, sole member of his family to survive the holocaust carries around about eighty crosses with him. Seriously Wanda what are you gonna have me do next? Throw Holy water at him?"
"Hey, you asked and I answered," he sat trembling next to her giving her his puppy dog eyes and she sighed. "Here, take my necklace; it has a cross on it, try that."
"OK," mumbled Pietro as he stood up. "Wish me luck." He started to walk towards Mr Sinister when he suddenly rushed back. "Wanda, what do I do if he is a vampire?"
"You have to steak him through the heart."
"With what?"
"A stake."
"Where do I find one of those?"
"Hmmmm," she thought for a second. "I suppose you could use a pencil; that worked on Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
"Here I go."
Pietro crept up to the back of Sinister's chair while Wanda watched curiously from the side lines. Gulping Pietro gripped his sister's cross in his hand.
Sinister was just piloting the jet over a rough patch over a city in Alabama which had some particularly tall sky scrapers when he was stabbed in the arm by a metallic cross.
"Ouch!" he yelled rubbing the spot where the cross had been where a bruise was instantly starting to form.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Wanda, you were right!" screamed Pietro and he took out a pencil and proceeded to try and kill sinister with it.
"What the…what are you…get off me you freak!" yelled a struggling and startled Sinister while wrestling with a six year old.
"Stop it Pietro!" Wanda screamed. "I want to be a vampire; you can't ruin my chances for me!"
With that she leapt on her brother. The three proceeded to struggle thus until an alarm sound brought them all down to earth, literally. The jet was in a nose dive headed towards a sky scraper at about 100 miles per hour (3). All of them looked at each other and screamed. Pietro and Wanda looked at each other screaming, Wanda and Sinister looked at each other screaming, Sinister and Pietro turned to each other screaming and they all face the windscreen screaming as Sinister took control of the plane and pulled the plane out of the dive, just missing the building. (4)
All of them collapsed into their chairs and sat there, panting heavily for about five minutes before Sinister sat up straight.
"We're here," he said happily, relief evident in his voice. "We're finally here!"
The jet landed outside Sinister's base. The twins looked out of the window; they seemed to be in some sort of swamp.
"This is a new base I built," said Sinister while leading them through the door. "I chose the swamps of New Orleans because hardly anyone ever comes here."
They walked into a modern looking building that was practically invisible from the outside because the entire thing was covered in more of the strange moss like substance, but inside it looked like the most sophisticated hospital in the world. Everything was white; the walls, the ceiling and the floor, complicated looking machines with more buttons than the jet's cockpit were lining the walls, computers and lab equipment stood on work tops all around the room and phials of bubbling concoctions and strange looking experiments were set up everywhere. Sinister smiled round at his monstrous lab where he performed some of the violist experiments the world had ever seen.
"Welcome to my home," he said simply. "Now, Pietro, would you come and sit on this table for me?" he patted one of the many metal tables in the middle of the room invitingly.
"OK." Replied Pietro and nervously made his way over to Sinister who lifted him onto the table.
"I'm going to take some blood now." He picked up needle and held out the boys arm.
"How much blood?" asked Pietro worriedly.
"Oh just a couple of phials." he was about to do it when.
"Will I die?"
"No." he tried again.
Wanda was wondering around the lab while this conversation was taking place, she looked at the bubbling liquids and the strange experiments.
"I have this friend who has a cousin whose sister's nephew had a grandma who died from having her blood taken."
"Well that won't happen to you." He smiled and tried again.
"Why?"
"Because," sighed Sinister, giving up for a moment. "Because I'm not taking that much blood."
Wanda saw a phial of clear bubbling liquid. Mmmm; lemonade she thought as she took a swig. Yuch, that's not nice lemonade tuning round she noticed something out of the corner of her eye, she turned her head and noticed that she had a tail, like a dinosaur. Uh oh, well that can't be good.
"Are you a vampire?"
"What?"
"Wanda said on the plane that you were a vampire because you have pointy teeth and pale skin."
How do I get rid of it, I know! She thought triumphantly. I'll drink the antidote. Not knowing which bottle was the antidote she went round the laboratory and started sipping every concoction she could find. She ended up with antlers, seventeen ears, a rat's nose, very long fingernails, angles wings, x-ray vision and sharp teeth.
"Well I'm not, OK?"
"Are you sure? Because Wanda knows everything there is to know about vampires."
"That's nice."
"One of our first babysitters, about a year ago said Wanda had an unhealthy obsession."
"Right."
"Wanda bit her and she ran off screaming, a lot of our babysitters do that."
Finally, a stumbling Wanda, unbalance by the new limbs and alterations to her body, had gone through every drop of liquid in the lab. She opened her mouth to call Mr S but instead of words she just bleated like a goat.
"How many babysitters have you had?"
"Well when we started getting them after mum died we had one a week, but we've perfected it so that now it's one a day."
Wanda became frustrated and when Wanda Maximoff became frustrated she became upset and when she became upset she became angry and when she became angry all hell broke loose. He hands started to glow blue and everything in the room that wasn't attached to the ground started to move around, machines melted, glass silently shattered, work surfaces disintegrated and the phials of liquid turned into animals. (5)
"Alrighty then." he was about to push the needle into the boys arm when he noticed Wanda.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed. "NO, what are you doing? My experiments! My life's work! Ruined!"
Pietro had climbed down and was staring as one of the floating Bunsen burners set a floating piece of paper on fire which travelled around the room, spreading the flame.
"Bahhhhh!" shrieked Wanda pointing towards the fire.
"RUN!" screamed Pietro and sped to grab his sister before zooming out of the burning building. Through a window the twins could see a weeping Sinister stamping his feet, throwing things around and going red in the face before ending his tantrum and curling into a ball in the corner, sucking his thumb as his lab burned around him.
"Well great," said Pietro as they both walked away. "We don't know where we are, my sister is a weird animal thing and now I need clean underwear. Brilliant!"
"Bahhhhhhh."
"I know, I want to go home too."
"Bah."
"How should I know if it wears off?"
"Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Look, I don't know; we're lost OK, I don't know where we are and I don't know anyone who can help us!"
"Remy'll help petite une." (6)
(1) It's the Sinister from the original animated series, you can't beat Sinister!
(2) Sinister's real name
(3) I don't know how fast a plane would actually fall out of the sky but 100 sounded like an impressive number to me
(4) A bit out of Austin Power's Goldmember, when the three of them are in the mini (best car in the world)
(5) I like to think of it like the Phoenix in the third X-Men movie, when she's doing all that cool stuff in the last battle (did anyone else notice that she's wearing the Scarlet Witch's outfit from Evolution in that scene, coat and all, an outrage!)
(6) Little ones (I used a translation website, so if it's wrong don't blame me)