We were walking back pretty calmly considering I had just squeezed the life out of him with my affection and angst. The garden was pretty. I had moved on to my candy bars by now and munched on it casually.
"So I'm leaving now." I explained to him, giving him some more insight to all the chaos that had been in my life these past few days, "To Xavier's mansion in New York. The guy came a few days ago and offered me a place to stay. That's where Wanda and John are staying, temporarily. As instructors."
"They teach? Children?"
"Yupperoo. John teaches American Literature and Wanda teaches German."
"That's... Interesting."
"Yeah. Thought they'd've taught some crazy shit like how to make a shiv out of a mirror and a pillowcase."
"I was thinking more like a combat class."
"Oh. That sounds reasonable. They'd have fun torturing kids like that."
"Emily!" A familiar voice yelled out from far away. Sounded like the hippie.
My eyes snapped up to see a whole horde of people to my right, near the entrance of the hospital. They rushed up to me and Warren and Layla, Quinn, and Janice tackled me in a hug.
I allowed the hug for a few seconds before I began to threaten them.
"I will punch whatever is nearest my fist if you all don't let go of me right now."
I was feeling a little claustrophobic. They all quickly jumped back.
"Why are you all here?" I asked curiously, frowning a bit.
"We ran into the aggressive blond man from your apartment with the power to generate electricity and in turn met with official X-Men." Ethan explained proudly. He was carrying an autograph book. It was very cheesy looking, with an orange back and a cover that was a collage of all these supers.
"They told us where they thought you ran off to." Magenta elaborated.
"And we couldn't leave you alone, no matter how much Warren told us to." A true hypocrite. Luckily, he's an attractive hypocrite. "So we brought cupcakes." Layla held up a large tupperware. At seeing the wary expression on my face, she rolled her eyes, "They're artificial ones from Safeway. I did not attempt to cook at all, so there is absolutely no nutritional value."
I nodded, satisfied, and accepted them with a thank you.
"So do you want to share anything?" Will asked innocently, but his eyes saying that he really didn't like not knowing every little secret about everyone's lives.
I rolled my eyes and nodded at Warren before munching on a cupcake and ignoring his brief and to-the-point explanation of all the shit he knew that went down. Which pretty much meant that he knew everything one who wasn't actually there experiencing it all could know.
"Aw, you poor baby." Janice cooed a few minutes later, kissing my cheek, "I bet it'll be horrible at the mansion, too, all those sweaty super men running around, shooting lasers at each other in those formfitting black unitards I've heard so much about. Especially with that Gambit I saw in there. Tall, lean, sexy.... And I heard their gym teacher likes walking around shirtless. And he's like, permanently young forever. Like our Art History teacher. Only he's big and hairy."
"That doesn't sound appealing." I pouted, "The big and hairy part."
"Correction. Broad and manly."
"Better."
"Not really." Warren snarled.
"Hey, it's not my fault the mansion is like a gathering of sex. No X-Man is not sexy. The girls, the guys, even the blue man with the tail is sexy." Janice argued.
"There's a blue man? With a tail?" My eyes widened.
"Hell yeah. My mom and I stayed there for a bit and it was awesome. Sexy men were everywhere lookin' all sexy and stuff. This one guy turned into metal! And he had a six pack! No, a twelve pack! A rippling metallic twelve pack!"
"Wow." Was collectively spoken by all the girls in the group. Even Zack's eyes bugged a bit at the impressiveness of the concept. A twelve pack.
"And there's this guy with angel wings! Big, white, fluffy angel wings. And he either wears these really baggy cut open shirts or walks around shirtless with his rippling six pack."
"Hey!" Ray yelled from afar, running to where the group was. I wonder if I'm a magnet for people. Just a little one. "Em, your parents are waiting in the car. Your mom is scary as shit when she's impatient."
"I thought Mark was...?" Janice frowned a bit.
"I'm adopted." I sighed, "But I found my biological parents. Or they found me. They were in jail, and now they're not, so yeah. Big happy tears and all."
Will looked at Warren in an extremely confused fashion. Warren shook him off, with a promise to explain his earlier confession of his father killing Emily's parents.
Ethan had a growing-epiphany face.
"Don't tell me that you're the son of Pyro and the Scarlet Witch!" Ethan pointed an accusing finger at me.
"Yeah. How did you get that brilliant theory?" I asked sarcastically. Ethan didn't understand sarcasm.
"Well, first the three of you were together on the news report, acting in a very hostile manner similar to each other, hinting at a bond of some sort." Great. So I'm genetically aggressive.
"And you look just like the Scarlet Witch." Zach cut in, not adding in the word hot so his girlfriend wouldn't beat him up.
"And it'd explain your powers."
"And your eye color is the same as Pyro's."
"And you swear as much as the two did in the first ten seconds we spoke to them upstairs."
Magenta sent Warren, who was quiet during the rattling of fun facts, a considering look.
"She told you already, didn't she?" Magenta smirked at the unsurprised and quiet Warren, "Not only are you her eye candy, you're her confidante too."
Ethan elbowed him teasingly.
Warren snarled.
Ethan almost melted. Not as in swooned; he almost melted from fear.
"Now that we're done explaining common sense, can we go now? Wanda's creative when it comes to torturing people." Ray glared impatiently at them. He did not enjoy outsiders coming in from nowhere and wasting his time. Emily should just dump the group and the stupid flying school and become one of them already.
"So that's where you get your violent imagination!" Janice exclaimed happily.
"I still can't believe they haven't managed to catch all the villains from the breakout." Zach shook his head, "I mean, we took those guys out like.. Wham! You know? And there are still like ten, fifteen villains running around everywhere."
"The prisoners who stayed behind are being considered for parole, though. The ones who didn't break out?" Will said, using inside information from his parents. Dork.
"At least the one that they think didn't break out." John, a.k.a. Pyro, rolled his eyes.
"My stupid brother has superspeed." Wanda elaborated at the quizzical glances her hubbie earned, "He was out and back in seconds during the mass chaos that was the jailbreak."
"Really? No one caught him?" Layla asked in interest.
"They were more focused on other things. The bastard ruined a stick of my lipstick writing me a message on the wall. Fucking sappy shit wasn't worth ruining my makeup." Wanda snorted.
"Loving vandalism?" Zach snorted, "Nice."
"And they moved up his parole because he was such a good little boy, blah blah." Ray rolled his eyes.
"Wait... If you're the daughter of the Scarlet Witch..." Ethan said slowly, building up momentum and finally thorwing an accusing finger in my direction, "You're the granddaughter of Magneto! The Master of Magnetism! Leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants!"
"Wow, do your friends ever shut up?" Ray snarled, "They're worse than the grade schoolers at the mansion."
"They're prolly smarter though, right? Right?" I elbowed him repeatedly until he waved away my hands with an annoyed frown.
"I wouldn't bet on it."
"You know," John started, clicking his lighter on and off and tilting his head to peer at us from his comfortable sofa, his comfortable woman laying on him. Wanda looked just as bored as he did.
The Dork Brigade had convinced them to let them see the mansion, and had convinced the staff to let them sleep over, too. As in Ethan grovelled. A sleepover at a boarding school. Luckily, my room was one of the spares with lots of empty bunk beds so I can stay up with them all night and giggle with them all. And so Ethan had also begged John and Wanda to sit down with them for a bit and let him bask in their glory. And so that meant Ray and Roberto tagged along, just because they could.
"When I was your age," I groaned. No good sentence ever started off like this. Old fart, "I only thought about sex, power, and rock and roll."
"Amen to that." Ray said.
Wanda punched John in the arm.
"And I also thought of my loved ones. One. Whatever."
"That's part of the sex category." I snorted.
My head was leaning against Warren's arm, which was allowed, since we were dating and all. His arm was comfy. At least, I think we're dating. Which means couple-ey stuff is allowed. Like sharing couches together while Janice kicked Ethan, Zach, and Roberto's collective asses at Mario racecar games. And even when her character was Baby Peach.
Our brief conversation of the jail break was not what had brought upon John's reminiscing of his good old mindless youth. Instead, it had been the conversations before that about politics. Not the 'government is trying to overrun our lives and we must be purged from their oppressive mindsets and REBEL!' that Emily enjoyed having with either extreme conservatives or enthousiastic anarchists, but boring ones. Like old fat American families around barbecues wearing sundresses and polo shirts. Those kinds of political talks.
Thank all of the anti-patriotism in the room that that conversation was ended.
"I think it's nice, though," Janice smirked flirtingly and dragged her controller down Ethan's arm, invading his personal space, "I like smart guys."
"Well--I mean, you know, I--Yeah. You know." Poor Ethan. Doesn't stand a chance.
"Is that why you like smart guys?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. Here at the mansion Janice let loose her freakish appearance and laid back, sprawled across the couch with light blue skin and snow white hair, a leg tossed on Quinn's lap, a hand placed a little too close to Ethan for comfort, and her hair dangling down to her waist. "So you can see their IQ drop like those rides at amusement parks?"
"Pretty much, yeah." Janice shrugged, kissing Ethan on the cheek, "It's so adorable!"
Ethan melted. Not literally this time, he just sagged into Zach with metaphorical hearts in his eyes.
The normal people, in my opinion at least, rolled their eyes with disgust.
"Yeah. I'm going to go hang with the grown ups now. My mentality is dropping at an alarming rate." Wanda sighed, getting up and dragging a lazy Pyro with her.
I waved.
"Bye bye!" Janice smiled sickeningly sweet, showing up my little wave with her enthusiasm. Bitch.
As soon as the door had swung shut, Janice tossed the controller at Ray's head and leaped up. "Okay! Who's going to go streaking down the hallways? If I throw heads, it's gotta be one of the guys. Who's gotta coin I can use?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Warren sighed tiredly, looking up from his spaced out state that could have been considered napping if he weren't staring at the wall in sheer boredom the whole time. Maybe he sleeps with his eyes open.
"It's a sleepover. Haven't you ever seen movies of those chicks in their underwear throwing pillows at each other and then attacking the boys with sex?" Roberto asked incredulously. Quinn grinned at him excitedly before looking at Janice excitedly.
"Is that really going to happen!?" He asked, barely containing his joy.
Janice smirked evilly at him.
"Wouldn't you like to find out."
"This should have a name." I announced.
"What should?" Layla asked.
"This night. This night, which is apparently going to be a night of insanity, should have a name. Like a Night of Insanity!"
"Night High?" Ethan snorted at his own suggestion.
"Night of the Living Dead!" Zach roared.
"I'm perfectly fine with a Night of Not Dying." Will did that weird sheepish looking smile that he did where he sucked in his lips and puffed out his cheeks. Or got dimples. Or something.
"A Night of Tranquility."
"A Night of Boring is what you're getting at." Magenta sarcasmed, for a lack of a better word. For a lack of an existing word, was more like it.
"A Night of Mayhem." Warren sighed, the only one who hadn't put forth a suggestion so far.
"Ah! I knew I liked you for a reason!" I exclaimed, hugging his arm.
"Night of Mayhem it is."
Author's Note: Oh my. This has done a complete 180. So if any of you want to give me any requests for what you might want for their Night of Mayhem, feel free. I don't bite. Or, I mean, I can't. The internet can't tell your computer to bite you. Even though that would be the coolest virus in the world.