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Chapter 36
The sun's shine was blocked from the trees, giving the brotherhood some cover. The trees went on for miles in every direction. It's been a few days since Molly-Grace's conversation with Lance. She watched the people before her. Some just wandered around, but some were actually doing something. They were living life at the greatest, not giving a care that they could die. There was one particular girl that stuck out to her. A girl no younger than Sierra. She had green hair, Molly-Grace didn't know if she had dyed it or had gotten it from her mutation like Rogue had.
She's like Sierra, in Molly-Grace's opinion, only less . . . broken. She's a sweet little thing. She, unlike most of the other mutants here, dresses like she isn't homeless. She dressed in white and/or green dresses as far as she knew. She would dance around when she was extra happy for some reason. It was always with Julian, Lance, or some other boy with white hair. Strange, she knows.
The two looked similar, Molly-Grace wondered if they were related at all. "Never thought you'd be the watching type. Ya look more like the 'in your face' kind of girl." A voice said behind her. She looked up to see Lance standing behind her. She was never alone for long. Someone was always watching her, which usually was always John.
She had to say though, she was surprised not to see John behind her. She hasn't seen him all day, she thought to herself. "You're watching her too." Molly-Grace pointed out to him. The girl was dancing around for no reason except that she simply wanted to dance. She twirled around, laughing as she pretended to bow to her invisible partner.
Molly-Grace blood went cold when she saw Julian approaching the girl. She still couldn't believe that out of everywhere that he could have ended up, it was with the Brotherhood. "She's like a sister to me. Her brother and sister would kill me point blank if I, or anyone else for that matter, even makes a move on her. Though Keller seems not to care about his own life apparently." Lance said to her. She smiled at him weakly. She could tell that this boy had liked the girl, but had decided to take what he could get. Friendship.
The two watched as Julian took her hand, twirling her around. The two started dancing, laughing as he playfully pulled her close and dipped her. "Who's her brother and sister?" Molly-Grace found herself asking him. He chuckled to himself. He still found it hard that the girl they were watching could be related to a, to put it nicely, very friendly to the male gender, sister, and a jack ass of a brother.
Molly-Grace watched Lance's expression as he watched the girl and Julian from a far. She could tell how it tugged at his heart to see someone else making a move the girl that he wanted. "Pietro and Wanda Maximoff. They're twins." Lance said to her, only when he looked at her expression, he saw confusion. "Quicksilver and Scarlet witch?" He tried again. She nodded, she's heard of the names before. She just couldn't put the name to the faces. "You can't miss Pietro. The guy has white hair and he's not even twenty yet." He said to her, trying to help her out.
Molly-Grace now knew why Pietro had sounded familiar. She's seen him before. Wanda on the other hand, she knew that she hadn't. "Molly-Grace." A new voice spoke out to them. They turned around to see who the voice belonged to. It was John. "Lets go for a walk." He didn't ask her. He was stating that that was what they were doing.
Molly-Grace stared into his eyes, searching if there was a motive behind his wanting to go on a walk with her. She saw the lost little boy staring back at her. She found her John. She nodded to him after a minute of hesitation. He held his hand out to her to help her up off the ground. She looked at his hand quickly, letting her eyes drift back up to his eyes slowly. She hesitantly placed her hand into his, wishing that she could ignore the electricity that went though her when they touched. He lifted her off the ground, holding her hand as he led her deeper into the woods. Molly-Grace waved to Lance before they disappeared into the trees.
Molly-Grace watched John as they walked together. His body was more toned, filled out. His hair was bleached blond now, though his original color of brown was slowly growing back out. It was shorter and spiked up as well. He had grown taller, even if it was only by a few inches. She glanced down at his entire. She noticed his combat boots. Were those the reason for his height growth? If she didn't know any better, she would have never have guessed that this boy was John. "If you wanted to eye sex me, you could tell me. I would gladly strip down if you want?" He spoke out, causing her to return from her thoughts. She blushed, looking away from him. He chuckled, loving the fact that he could still make her blush.
She glanced up at him again and noticed something. He had lipstick smugged on his face. She felt her heart break to pieces. She was about try and ask him if there was any kind of mix up, that he hadn't been sleeping around with some slut, but her answer was given to her before she could. "There you are." They heard a woman's voice say. She saw him tense up beside her. The girl came up beside him, pretty much pushing her aside as she wrapped her arms around John's neck, pulling him into a heated kiss.
Molly-Grace knew that she should just run, but her legs wouldn't move. Her stomach dropped, the feeling of sickness filling her body. He pulled away, suddenly remembering that she was just mere feet away from him. "Witchy, now's not the time." He growled at her, his tone husky.
The woman smirked as she turned around to face Molly-Grace with a smug look. She had a height on her. She looked her over and scoffed. She knew who this girl was. It was John's play toy from back when he was at the institute. "So this is the famous little mermaid." The girl in all red said, looking Molly-Grace up and down again, obviously not impressed. She had a frame, but nothing compared to her own. Her breast were a C cup, while Molly-Grace was just barely a B she guessed. She had hardly any curves to her too. The woman couldn't find any reason Pyro would go for this girl in front of her. She held out her hand to Molly-Grace, giving her the fakest smile that she's ever given before. "I'm the Scarlett Witch, but you can call me Wanda." She said to her.
She moved her hand back to her side upon seeing that Molly-Grace wasn't moving to shake it anytime soon. "How . . . how do you two know each other?" She needed to know. She had so many questions at the moment. When had they met? Had it been before he left the mansion or after? Wanda chuckled upon seeing how pale the girl was.
Molly-Grace had tears in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Wanda rolled her eyes, this girl was so not Pyro's type. She was pathetic. Wanda glance back at him to see that he trying to find the words to say to Molly-Grace, but she would gladly help him out. "Well, the first night that he came to the brotherhood. I was bored, and he was very angry. We got to know each other, I'm sure you know what I mean by that." Wanda taunted her.
He hated this. He saw that Molly-Grace was about to break, but she wasn't going to let them see that. He wanted to stop this, but he couldn't find the words. "That's where you were today, wasn't it? You . . . you were with her." Molly-Grace's voice cracked when she realized that that was why she hadn't seen him at all earlier.
Wanda looked between the two, smirking as she saw the hurt looks on both their faces. She loved causing pain, but she loved the pain that he caused her when he was upset. "Now that you bring up today's events up. I have to say it was the best that he's ever been. The way that he thr . . ." Wanda started, trying to make her just break right there and now, but John had finally found his words.
He couldn't let this go on any longer. Molly-Grace hadn't deserved any of what Wanda was doing to her right now. "That's enough!" He yelled out, pulling Wanda roughly back. He didn't want her anywhere near Molly-Grace. She chuckled as she watched John step closer to the younger girl. "Look, I'll explain everything, just . . . lets go somewhere else." He said to her, trying to get her to come with him.
She recoiled away from him though, moving out of his reach. He reached out to take a hold of her arm again, but she wasn't having it. "Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me." She growled at him, slapping away his hand from her. She saw the hurt in his eyes, but quite frankly? She didn't care a single bit. She turned around and walked away from him and Wanda, leaving him to go be with his whore. She had thought that she had seen her John again, if only for a few minutes, but he was gone now. And he wasn't coming back.
Molly-Grace stared blankly into the roaring fire. She hasn't spoke a word to anyone since she came back from her 'walk' with John. She was surprised to say that Lance and the others that would talk to her at the camp understood that she wanted to be alone. They didn't hover or bug her until she told them like her friends and family back at the mansion would have. She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She instantly tensed up when she thought it was John, but relaxed when she looked up, only to see Lance looking down at her. "We've let you mope around all day, water girl. Time to let loose." He said to her, smiling down at her as he did.
She looked at him confused. We? She glanced around and saw that the girl that she and Lance had been watching earlier, Pietro, Julian, and another girl that she hadn't met yet, were watching her. She was surprised to say that even Julian looked worried about her. "Let loose?" Molly-Grace asked him, giving them all questioning looks. Julian and Pietro shrugged, most likely not being the ones who suggested this idea.
She turned back to Lance to see if he'd explain better, but she guessed he wasn't since the girl with green hair spoke up next. "What Lance means, is that when things gets tense around here, daddy lets some of us have some fun. Course, we have to stay in the camp grounds, but we manage." The girl said, her voice sounding like bells. Molly-Grace knew that meant a small party for just the teens. "I'm Polaris by the way, but I prefer Lorna. I don't think we've formally met yet." The girl introduced herself, holding out her hand to Molly-Grace.
She smiled weakly at Lorna and nodded, shaking her hand with her own. "Molly-Grace." She told her. She still found it hard to believe this girl was related to that . . . to that whore. She hasn't seen John or Wanda around camp since she left them in the woods. For all she knew, they were screwing each others brains out this very second. Why wouldn't they? The ex-girlfriend was out of the way now. She saw the brunette girl lean over and turn on the small travel sized radio, her dark skin seemed to shine when in the right angle. She looked back at the fire when she saw Lorna take Julian's hand, pulling him up on his feet so he could dance with her.
'His hand reaches out, gripping her wrist again. Her focus was broken, the water fell to the floor, splashing them both. She looked down at his hand, then her eyes flickered up to meet his own pair of hazel eyes. "John, why did you . . ." She was cut off by his sudden pull on her. She was pulled back on to his lap, only closer than before.
He memorized her body for the first time since he opened his eyes. How in the world did he not notice that she was wearing barely any clothes? He hadn't a clue. "You talk too much, fish lady." He grinned, knowing that she wasn't pleased that he had cut her off. Before she could say anything back to him though, his lips were on hers. She tried to push him off, her eyes wide not believing that he would pulled something like this. He pulled her closer, not letting her win by pulling away. He's wanted to do this since he first ran into her in the hall. He's not letting this pass him by.'
Molly-Grace was brought out of her thoughts when she was pulled to her feet by Lance. She gave him a curious look, silently asking him what he thought he was doing. "No tears when you're letting loose." He whispered to her as he twirled her around. The two laughed as they dances around, not having a clue if they were actually doing any of the steps right. She glanced around to see that the other girl was now dancing with Julian and Lorna was dancing with Pietro, whom was glaring at the back of Julian's head.
What she didn't see was that John was watching the whole scene from where he was hiding in the shadows. He watched in jealousy as Lance spun her around, making her laugh as he held her close to him and continued to dance around like an idiot. Lance was holding Pyro's girl. Making his girl laugh. That was suppose to be him doing that, not some other guy. All he had done though was hurt her. He needed to get her back, he needed her. He craved for her touch against his skin again.
She needed to be his.