Author's note: Sorry this update took so long but things tend to speed up
around the holidays for me. What with the shopping, decorating, and the
fact that the teachers like to assign projects at this time of year, but as
a result this chapter is nice and long.^^ I hope all of my old reviewers
come back, because even I tend to lose interest in a story if it isn't
updated in a long time. Nevertheless, I have a short attention span....
^=^ A meeting and traitors in the dark^=^
Jono soon realized something after he had been gone from the Institute (or Nutter house as he now thought of it) for about fifteen minutes, he hadn't a clue where anything was in the New England town. Certainly, he had been given an obligatory tour within his first days here from the back of that red corvette+ with Xavier's two "pets" (as he thought of Scott and Jean) giving a commentary. That he had regretfully only half listened to. Along with the fact that the streets looked quite different now bathed in soft yellow lights from the streetlights overhead with only a distant quarter moon and a few stars to fill the midnight blue sky. It was a stark contrast to the mild light of the day in which it seemed one could see everything, though the cold wind that occasionally blew was the same.
The wide deserted avenues of the residential area he was walking through disconcerted him a bit. In London, it was a rare thing to see any street so quiet. Even at this time of night, his old neighborhood would have still warranted the occasional passer by with cars still roaring past to add their notes to the metallic music of the city night. However, out here it was so quiet one could hear every cricket rub its legs; one could tell where a barking dog was exactly located, above the soft rustling of trees. Naturally, most families had retreated inside to their warm sanctuaries in light of the rather nippy night. Throwing the occasional square of stifled light through curtains and blinds.
As he attempted to recall his memory of the tour, he thought of something else. _Why_ had he come out here? He knew the initial reason was that he didn't want to become so pathetic that he had to play a game with a rag to be entertained. So was he heading down town towards a club then? Like where he had spent many nights before either as an entertainer or solicitor. Like most "cool" kids did? At a place like the one where he had met Gayle at? Whom was he fooling; he wasn't that type of person anymore. He was a freak with no mouth. Really, what would he do at one? Listen to other musicians work towards a dream he had been forced to abandon? Flirt with a cute girl never mind the fact he couldn't even smile anymore. Much less even make conversation; no doubt, telepathy would raise a few eyebrows and probably a few wrong fists. He couldn't even be comforted by alcohol anymore either.
So, what then? Wander about aimlessly? Be left to his own troubling thoughts?
No, he did this enough at home. He wanted an escape, to be entertained and since alcohol and drugs were, only for the normals now it was up to him to find something else. So he continued towards the direction he was certain was towards downtown where he hoped was the part of town that the Pets had shown him to be full of places of amusement. When he found that he recognized a restaurant as the houses shifted into businesses, he was encouraged. Yes, this was the right way now to find something to sate his boredom.
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Wanda had found herself in a very odd place at the end of her own wandering, outside the old movie theater gazing at the various posters. Her black and red attire clashing with the white washed wall as she moved up and down the miniature gallery of secular artwork. She ran her arms up and down her barren arms feeling the goose bumps beneath her sensitive fingers. She shivered, feeling her nipples harden beneath her shirt, slight to her embarrassment even though her arms were now crossed over her small breasts in an attempt to keep warm. Oh yes, it had not been a good idea to walk out into a cold Massachusetts night with no coat.
So now, the overhead sign of shifting multihued lights now served as a beacon rather than a passing glance. Deciding that she rather treat herself to a movie over returning home to a house that hopefully still had its living room and full of noisy boys. After all other people went to the movies so could she. The movie theater wasn't that crowded since it was a weekday night and she couldn't even remember the last time she had gone to one. She looked at the movie posters for once with interest, mostly portraits of either dramatic expressions or smiling faces with some appropriate background. A few of course were just vague designs that tried to use mystery to draw people in. As she ran her hands up and down her arms Wanda tried to decide what looked the best along with any commercials she had happened to see. Seeing as how The Scarlet Witch rarely had enough want to actually read anything about popular culture in a newspaper or magazine.
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"You said you sensed a mutant here, _were_ is it?!" The sinister low voice hissed violently the pale morlock's ear, within the safety of a dirty alley between a business and apartment building across the street. The familiar stagnant scent of rotting food to Caliban managed to hang in the air despite the temperature from the dumpster he was leaning against. An intense argument between lovers floated down to the ears of the five present.
Caliban kept his usual stoic expression upon his drawn features, but inside his heart beat a little faster. He did not care much for up-worlders, but they were still mutants, his own kind. Unconsciously he ran his long hand down the front of the black trench coat he'd been forced to wear over his usual rough, red tunic and leggings, oddly akin to a medieval serf's. He absolutely hated the bowler hat that sat awkwardly atop his head; it was hot even in this cold and itched against his baldhead. Frankly, he no longer looked creepy in an oddly refined way, but quite ridiculous.
The dark haired man behind him, who while being rather lanky still held enough of a vicious expression over his sharp features to make a bull think twice about charging, growled lowly that reminded Caliban greatly of a feral cat. Suddenly, the hated black collar on Caliban's neck jerked inwards, crushing his trachea suddenly, forced a sudden upraise of air out through Caliban's throat and mouth that ended in a high cry of pain. Before he could fall to his knees and draw even more attention to himself from the passer-bys, and worse, the still unknown mutant across the street, the man filched his finger across the control once more. Releasing the collar and allowing Caliban to gasp with breath once more.
"Do not fuck with me; we still have those little freaks you were found with. Would you like to see them strangle to death as well? Wouldn't that be nice? Watch their little veins pop out, their faces turning blue, except for the lizard one. But wouldn't be interesting to see what color green flesh turns when its oxygen deprived?" The man demanded in the same low voice, the hurtful, manipulative voice.
Caliban rolled his eyes up at his companions, the three humans and the other mutant. A strange looking girl most would call ugly with her sharp features over emphasized by a masculine shaved haircut with her midnight hair, her cream colored flesh tattooed with what looked like open scratches, like she had gone running naked through a rose patch. Her short, stout frame covered in the same foolish outfit as him that did not help her looks one bit. Her perfectly dark gray eyes quickly darted away from his white ones, even though for one second she had seen a fiery disgust in them. However he was still wary of her, even though she had a collar around her neck as well, of all of them she seemed to cooperate the most with this imprisonment.
Caliban dropped his composure long enough to glare at the maniac leader, and the two cronies. Two men, one short and thin, one tall and huge, that seemed to be lacking in the intelligence department but weren't as cutting with their remarks, their remarks were more general. It made Caliban wonder if perhaps they had been hired for this operation. That humans could be so greedy as to accept work as cruel bullies or even killers.
However he did take the threat about his fellow morlocks seriously, determined to keep them alive and keep the whereabouts of the other three secret. He knew they did hold their lives in their hands. "Yes," he answered in his slow voice. "She is across the street, she is known as The Scarlet Witch, I have met this one before and she is of great power. In fact, I have heard she is even the daughter of the great Magneto."
"Magneto's daughter?" The leader whispered in an excited voice. 'What a prize she will be, the daughter of the leading mutant terrorist. Oh, the boss will surely give me a place on the council for this capture,' he though delightedly to himself.
The girl and Caliban could both see the gears working in the man's head seemingly forgetting the "of great power" part. Caliban's face might have been expressionless now, but inside he was smirking, he didn't bother to mention the reason Wanda had originally contacted him was to find her father for not so friendly purposes. The girl grabbed the collar of her trench coat as she looked over warily to the girl pacing up and down the front of the theater.
Caliban then let out a small sound, which was neither a gasp nor a moan, he felt another approaching. He panicked slightly as the man's eyes sparked in recognition of the sound meaning that another "mutie" was approaching. He had hoped the Scarlet Witch's powers would be enough to make them stop this mutant hunt when they confronted her, but this other, while powerful, in fact, he seemed to have it rolling off of him, could not possibly have the grab bag of attacks the original target did.
"Another mutant?" The man asked, pulling the control, akin in look to a remote control of a t.v., out threateningly.
Caliban nodded simply, nothing more was necessary, not caring to have his throat squeezed again, or any more horrible images leaking into his physce.
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Jono had made his way over to the theater himself; however, he was planning to pass it. One had to talk in order to get in, and his telepathy simultaneously scared many people, and put a bull's eye on his back for mutant haters. No the last thing he needed was the cashier freaking out and having a mob chasing him. However he then saw a short, black haired girl shivering as she looked at a poster. Jono was hardly an empath in anyway, but this girl had definite aura about her. Something that screamed instability and something else, something Jono couldn't put his finger on, something that would make most people wary. She looked both out of place with an outfit Jono silently named a "gothic groupie" alone, outside, and not at a concert with other groupies. She interested him as well, there had to be a story why she was standing out here dressed like that, without even a coat.
She then seemed to notice him and Jono realized he must have been staring because the look she gave him would have stopped an attacking lion in his tracks. In fact it shocked Jono so much that she seemed to grow about a foot in height with _that_ expression on her face that he looked away and unconsciously uttered a *Sorry.*
Wanda's eyes widened a bit and so did Jono's when he realized what he had just done. However, to his relief she didn't scream, and only looked surprised and after a few more seconds said "An X-geek," like a realization.
*Excuse me?*Jono asked, his eyebrows raising a bit, he did not like the term "geek" being attributed to him one bit, but someone making that play on the word "x-man" mostly just surprised him. So much in fact, he didn't take into consideration he was still speaking to her telepathically.
Wanda blinked at him, realizing she had just used the word the boys always used for the x-men in her own shock of randomly meeting another mutant on the street. He was very impressive as well, tall, with wild brown hair that brought out his intense eyes, with black clothing and a leather jacket that seemed to punctuate it. She wondered about the scarf that to her gave him the look of an old-fashioned train robber; his use of telepathy confirmed her suspicion that something must have been wrong with his mouth.
"X-man," she corrected herself, angry that she had stumbled like that. "One of Xavier's, unless of course maybe you're one of Magneto's men?" she asked, letting it hang in the air, hoping maybe this was the word of her father she'd been waiting for.
Jono lowered his eyebrows and shifted on his feet, this girl most definitely had to be a mutant, knowing all of that. She obviously wasn't one of those from the mansion as well, was she one of The Brotherhood he had heard of? *X-man I suppose, but I've only been 'ere a few weeks. They don't let me do much.*
Wanda was a little disappointed, her shoulders slackened, and Jono noticed it. He didn't want to let her go quite yet, he hadn't had a chance to talk to any other mutants yet even if he wasn't sure, fraternizing was allowed. Also for some reason he did not like the thought of leaving Wanda all alone on the street, cold.
*Are ye one of The Brotherhood?* he asked her bluntly, taking his jacket off.
"Yes," she answered him just as bluntly, not wanting to delve too much into it with an x-man.
*'Ere,* He told her offering her the jacket and she looked at it like was potentially full of itching powder. Jono sighed a bit mentally, his chest even rising a bit even though no sound could be made. *It's distracting to talk to ye when yer shivering likes that.* He informed her.
Wanda looked at him again, and slowly took the jacket and slipped it on. Still doubtful as to why he was being so nice to her she reminded him,"Now you'll be cold."
Jono shrugged, *Don't really get cold anymore, now that I'm a living furnace. Anyway, I'm wearing more clothes than ye.*
Wanda looked away briefly at that comment, as if it made her uncomfortable for a man to show that he had noticed her somewhat...revealing outfit. "What's your name?" she asked randomly looking to change the subject.
*Jonathan Starsmore, but call me Jono.* He told her, *and yours?*
*Wanda Maximoff, but some call me The Scarlet Witch," she told him with a rare, small, wry, smile.
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"Now the two are together." Bleed, Caliban's fellow mutant betrayer commented more to herself than anyone else, but her lead captor heard it.
He snorted arrogantly, "No big deal, we just have to get them into an alley, and we'll have them." He assured himself.
Bleed didn't favor Caliban with a glance, keeping her emotions to herself before she attempted to surrender two more to this hell. However, Caliban was hoping inside this would soon fall in on itself.
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*Yes, Bleed is an OC, but she is as ugly as sin, faulted, and is a plot element. So don't freak okay?
JLee-Always glad to have a new reader.^^
Snitter-I didn't know Pyro was immune to fire....if I had I would had it hit him to freak out Wanda even more.^^ Oh well....
Risty-Glad to see I'm keeping everyone in IC, I really try to, it's okay sometimes for them to be OC, but mostly it's more fun if they're themselves.
Ishandahalf-Read your fic, it's great!^^
Evanesence-Don't worry, Jono will lighten up....eventually.
Same formula: Reviews=Fast typing+ a happy me.^^
^=^ A meeting and traitors in the dark^=^
Jono soon realized something after he had been gone from the Institute (or Nutter house as he now thought of it) for about fifteen minutes, he hadn't a clue where anything was in the New England town. Certainly, he had been given an obligatory tour within his first days here from the back of that red corvette+ with Xavier's two "pets" (as he thought of Scott and Jean) giving a commentary. That he had regretfully only half listened to. Along with the fact that the streets looked quite different now bathed in soft yellow lights from the streetlights overhead with only a distant quarter moon and a few stars to fill the midnight blue sky. It was a stark contrast to the mild light of the day in which it seemed one could see everything, though the cold wind that occasionally blew was the same.
The wide deserted avenues of the residential area he was walking through disconcerted him a bit. In London, it was a rare thing to see any street so quiet. Even at this time of night, his old neighborhood would have still warranted the occasional passer by with cars still roaring past to add their notes to the metallic music of the city night. However, out here it was so quiet one could hear every cricket rub its legs; one could tell where a barking dog was exactly located, above the soft rustling of trees. Naturally, most families had retreated inside to their warm sanctuaries in light of the rather nippy night. Throwing the occasional square of stifled light through curtains and blinds.
As he attempted to recall his memory of the tour, he thought of something else. _Why_ had he come out here? He knew the initial reason was that he didn't want to become so pathetic that he had to play a game with a rag to be entertained. So was he heading down town towards a club then? Like where he had spent many nights before either as an entertainer or solicitor. Like most "cool" kids did? At a place like the one where he had met Gayle at? Whom was he fooling; he wasn't that type of person anymore. He was a freak with no mouth. Really, what would he do at one? Listen to other musicians work towards a dream he had been forced to abandon? Flirt with a cute girl never mind the fact he couldn't even smile anymore. Much less even make conversation; no doubt, telepathy would raise a few eyebrows and probably a few wrong fists. He couldn't even be comforted by alcohol anymore either.
So, what then? Wander about aimlessly? Be left to his own troubling thoughts?
No, he did this enough at home. He wanted an escape, to be entertained and since alcohol and drugs were, only for the normals now it was up to him to find something else. So he continued towards the direction he was certain was towards downtown where he hoped was the part of town that the Pets had shown him to be full of places of amusement. When he found that he recognized a restaurant as the houses shifted into businesses, he was encouraged. Yes, this was the right way now to find something to sate his boredom.
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Wanda had found herself in a very odd place at the end of her own wandering, outside the old movie theater gazing at the various posters. Her black and red attire clashing with the white washed wall as she moved up and down the miniature gallery of secular artwork. She ran her arms up and down her barren arms feeling the goose bumps beneath her sensitive fingers. She shivered, feeling her nipples harden beneath her shirt, slight to her embarrassment even though her arms were now crossed over her small breasts in an attempt to keep warm. Oh yes, it had not been a good idea to walk out into a cold Massachusetts night with no coat.
So now, the overhead sign of shifting multihued lights now served as a beacon rather than a passing glance. Deciding that she rather treat herself to a movie over returning home to a house that hopefully still had its living room and full of noisy boys. After all other people went to the movies so could she. The movie theater wasn't that crowded since it was a weekday night and she couldn't even remember the last time she had gone to one. She looked at the movie posters for once with interest, mostly portraits of either dramatic expressions or smiling faces with some appropriate background. A few of course were just vague designs that tried to use mystery to draw people in. As she ran her hands up and down her arms Wanda tried to decide what looked the best along with any commercials she had happened to see. Seeing as how The Scarlet Witch rarely had enough want to actually read anything about popular culture in a newspaper or magazine.
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"You said you sensed a mutant here, _were_ is it?!" The sinister low voice hissed violently the pale morlock's ear, within the safety of a dirty alley between a business and apartment building across the street. The familiar stagnant scent of rotting food to Caliban managed to hang in the air despite the temperature from the dumpster he was leaning against. An intense argument between lovers floated down to the ears of the five present.
Caliban kept his usual stoic expression upon his drawn features, but inside his heart beat a little faster. He did not care much for up-worlders, but they were still mutants, his own kind. Unconsciously he ran his long hand down the front of the black trench coat he'd been forced to wear over his usual rough, red tunic and leggings, oddly akin to a medieval serf's. He absolutely hated the bowler hat that sat awkwardly atop his head; it was hot even in this cold and itched against his baldhead. Frankly, he no longer looked creepy in an oddly refined way, but quite ridiculous.
The dark haired man behind him, who while being rather lanky still held enough of a vicious expression over his sharp features to make a bull think twice about charging, growled lowly that reminded Caliban greatly of a feral cat. Suddenly, the hated black collar on Caliban's neck jerked inwards, crushing his trachea suddenly, forced a sudden upraise of air out through Caliban's throat and mouth that ended in a high cry of pain. Before he could fall to his knees and draw even more attention to himself from the passer-bys, and worse, the still unknown mutant across the street, the man filched his finger across the control once more. Releasing the collar and allowing Caliban to gasp with breath once more.
"Do not fuck with me; we still have those little freaks you were found with. Would you like to see them strangle to death as well? Wouldn't that be nice? Watch their little veins pop out, their faces turning blue, except for the lizard one. But wouldn't be interesting to see what color green flesh turns when its oxygen deprived?" The man demanded in the same low voice, the hurtful, manipulative voice.
Caliban rolled his eyes up at his companions, the three humans and the other mutant. A strange looking girl most would call ugly with her sharp features over emphasized by a masculine shaved haircut with her midnight hair, her cream colored flesh tattooed with what looked like open scratches, like she had gone running naked through a rose patch. Her short, stout frame covered in the same foolish outfit as him that did not help her looks one bit. Her perfectly dark gray eyes quickly darted away from his white ones, even though for one second she had seen a fiery disgust in them. However he was still wary of her, even though she had a collar around her neck as well, of all of them she seemed to cooperate the most with this imprisonment.
Caliban dropped his composure long enough to glare at the maniac leader, and the two cronies. Two men, one short and thin, one tall and huge, that seemed to be lacking in the intelligence department but weren't as cutting with their remarks, their remarks were more general. It made Caliban wonder if perhaps they had been hired for this operation. That humans could be so greedy as to accept work as cruel bullies or even killers.
However he did take the threat about his fellow morlocks seriously, determined to keep them alive and keep the whereabouts of the other three secret. He knew they did hold their lives in their hands. "Yes," he answered in his slow voice. "She is across the street, she is known as The Scarlet Witch, I have met this one before and she is of great power. In fact, I have heard she is even the daughter of the great Magneto."
"Magneto's daughter?" The leader whispered in an excited voice. 'What a prize she will be, the daughter of the leading mutant terrorist. Oh, the boss will surely give me a place on the council for this capture,' he though delightedly to himself.
The girl and Caliban could both see the gears working in the man's head seemingly forgetting the "of great power" part. Caliban's face might have been expressionless now, but inside he was smirking, he didn't bother to mention the reason Wanda had originally contacted him was to find her father for not so friendly purposes. The girl grabbed the collar of her trench coat as she looked over warily to the girl pacing up and down the front of the theater.
Caliban then let out a small sound, which was neither a gasp nor a moan, he felt another approaching. He panicked slightly as the man's eyes sparked in recognition of the sound meaning that another "mutie" was approaching. He had hoped the Scarlet Witch's powers would be enough to make them stop this mutant hunt when they confronted her, but this other, while powerful, in fact, he seemed to have it rolling off of him, could not possibly have the grab bag of attacks the original target did.
"Another mutant?" The man asked, pulling the control, akin in look to a remote control of a t.v., out threateningly.
Caliban nodded simply, nothing more was necessary, not caring to have his throat squeezed again, or any more horrible images leaking into his physce.
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Jono had made his way over to the theater himself; however, he was planning to pass it. One had to talk in order to get in, and his telepathy simultaneously scared many people, and put a bull's eye on his back for mutant haters. No the last thing he needed was the cashier freaking out and having a mob chasing him. However he then saw a short, black haired girl shivering as she looked at a poster. Jono was hardly an empath in anyway, but this girl had definite aura about her. Something that screamed instability and something else, something Jono couldn't put his finger on, something that would make most people wary. She looked both out of place with an outfit Jono silently named a "gothic groupie" alone, outside, and not at a concert with other groupies. She interested him as well, there had to be a story why she was standing out here dressed like that, without even a coat.
She then seemed to notice him and Jono realized he must have been staring because the look she gave him would have stopped an attacking lion in his tracks. In fact it shocked Jono so much that she seemed to grow about a foot in height with _that_ expression on her face that he looked away and unconsciously uttered a *Sorry.*
Wanda's eyes widened a bit and so did Jono's when he realized what he had just done. However, to his relief she didn't scream, and only looked surprised and after a few more seconds said "An X-geek," like a realization.
*Excuse me?*Jono asked, his eyebrows raising a bit, he did not like the term "geek" being attributed to him one bit, but someone making that play on the word "x-man" mostly just surprised him. So much in fact, he didn't take into consideration he was still speaking to her telepathically.
Wanda blinked at him, realizing she had just used the word the boys always used for the x-men in her own shock of randomly meeting another mutant on the street. He was very impressive as well, tall, with wild brown hair that brought out his intense eyes, with black clothing and a leather jacket that seemed to punctuate it. She wondered about the scarf that to her gave him the look of an old-fashioned train robber; his use of telepathy confirmed her suspicion that something must have been wrong with his mouth.
"X-man," she corrected herself, angry that she had stumbled like that. "One of Xavier's, unless of course maybe you're one of Magneto's men?" she asked, letting it hang in the air, hoping maybe this was the word of her father she'd been waiting for.
Jono lowered his eyebrows and shifted on his feet, this girl most definitely had to be a mutant, knowing all of that. She obviously wasn't one of those from the mansion as well, was she one of The Brotherhood he had heard of? *X-man I suppose, but I've only been 'ere a few weeks. They don't let me do much.*
Wanda was a little disappointed, her shoulders slackened, and Jono noticed it. He didn't want to let her go quite yet, he hadn't had a chance to talk to any other mutants yet even if he wasn't sure, fraternizing was allowed. Also for some reason he did not like the thought of leaving Wanda all alone on the street, cold.
*Are ye one of The Brotherhood?* he asked her bluntly, taking his jacket off.
"Yes," she answered him just as bluntly, not wanting to delve too much into it with an x-man.
*'Ere,* He told her offering her the jacket and she looked at it like was potentially full of itching powder. Jono sighed a bit mentally, his chest even rising a bit even though no sound could be made. *It's distracting to talk to ye when yer shivering likes that.* He informed her.
Wanda looked at him again, and slowly took the jacket and slipped it on. Still doubtful as to why he was being so nice to her she reminded him,"Now you'll be cold."
Jono shrugged, *Don't really get cold anymore, now that I'm a living furnace. Anyway, I'm wearing more clothes than ye.*
Wanda looked away briefly at that comment, as if it made her uncomfortable for a man to show that he had noticed her somewhat...revealing outfit. "What's your name?" she asked randomly looking to change the subject.
*Jonathan Starsmore, but call me Jono.* He told her, *and yours?*
*Wanda Maximoff, but some call me The Scarlet Witch," she told him with a rare, small, wry, smile.
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"Now the two are together." Bleed, Caliban's fellow mutant betrayer commented more to herself than anyone else, but her lead captor heard it.
He snorted arrogantly, "No big deal, we just have to get them into an alley, and we'll have them." He assured himself.
Bleed didn't favor Caliban with a glance, keeping her emotions to herself before she attempted to surrender two more to this hell. However, Caliban was hoping inside this would soon fall in on itself.
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*Yes, Bleed is an OC, but she is as ugly as sin, faulted, and is a plot element. So don't freak okay?
JLee-Always glad to have a new reader.^^
Snitter-I didn't know Pyro was immune to fire....if I had I would had it hit him to freak out Wanda even more.^^ Oh well....
Risty-Glad to see I'm keeping everyone in IC, I really try to, it's okay sometimes for them to be OC, but mostly it's more fun if they're themselves.
Ishandahalf-Read your fic, it's great!^^
Evanesence-Don't worry, Jono will lighten up....eventually.
Same formula: Reviews=Fast typing+ a happy me.^^