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~Surgery~ Chapter Two: When I Am Queen
When I am queen on royal throne
Made out of parts of broken bones
Of all the devils I have known
That sucked the angels dry
When I am queen I'll have my way
I'll make it drowning dollie day
And all the tears that we have cried
Will suck back in our eyes
-Jack Off Jill
*****
"My name is Iningo Montoya, you killed my father... prepare to die." [1]
"Hoho! You cannot defeat me!"
"That isn't the line!"
"I can't remember it!"
Toad slouched down, falling into the permanent-like crevasse in his beanbag chair. Pietro stood over him, standing as he usually did, chest puffed out and arms crossed over.
"Well, use that fast brain of yours, yo, and remember! We ain't got nothin' to do around this joint, man."
"Boss Lady said she'd only be gone a little time, remember?"
"Mystique says a lot of things, I'm getting somethin' to eat," and with that, Todd hopped away towards the kitchen.
Wanda looked up from her book briefly as a rush of cool air went past her and was gone as soon as it came, the door opening and slamming shut just as fast. Sighing contentedly, she snuggled further into the couch, listening to Lance strum on his guitar mindlessly.
Fred was in the kitchen (it was, after all, nearing dinner-time and he was on meal duty that week) and from afar, the two occupants of the living room heard some crashes and muttered streams of curse words and other things.
The television was broken, the jeep had no gas and the X-Men had been even more oblivious to their
_[lowly]_
existences, which suited them just fine.
Though, Rogue had been over to visit a few times within the past few months and had made fast friends with the Scarlet Witch.
Lance closed his eyes and lazily ran his thumb over a string, not even hard enough to make a single chord. Biting his lip, all he could see was that last fight with the X-Men over at the school. Kitty had called him a 'hood and as much as it hurt him to have finally been informed
_[spat at]_
of this, he felt relieved.
Pietro came back in a few minutes later, grinning in a miserable way. "News flash!"
Fred hobbled into the living room right behind Todd, a spatula in hand and ingredients all over his shirt with the littler mutant chowing down on a barely-there sandwich.
"Where's Boom-Boom?" Pietro asked, looking around, zipping everywhere before any of them could respond.
"Upstairs," Lance began and the speed demon took off, banging open every door in a steady tempo succession.
"PIETRO! YOU LITTLE PERV!"
The white-haired mutant came back quickly, smirking supremely. "Found her in the shower."
"What's the big deal, Pietro?" Lance sighed, suddenly wanting to go back to his playing.
"Mystique's on her way. She's got a newbie with her," he said excitedly, "she told me to tell you guys so we could clear out a room for her,"
"Her?" Wanda asked.
"She said female," Pietro nodded, what color he had in his face still draining a little. It didn't matter to him, he was still used to Wanda being angry and violent, forever on a killing spree with one thing on her mind: revenge. He didn't believe he'd ever get used to this new one, no matter how nice it was.
Wanda growled, "She better not be like Tabitha."
"I don't think so, Mystique seemed really pleased with herself."
"Did you see the new girl? What's she like?" Todd asked from his spot leaning against Wanda's bookcase.
"No, I talked to her on her cell phone, said she was in that limo of hers. They were just outside of town, I'm pretty sure I saw them -."
"What's that?" Lance asked, sniffing the air.
"What's what?" Pietro said, glaring at being interrupted.
"That smell - BLOB! The food's burning!"
"Aw man!" Fred said running back into the kitchen, causing the house to shake.
One of the pictures began to fall, but Pietro zipped over and caught it, while a pair of old jeans landed on Toad's head as did one of Pietro's shirt on Wanda.
Wanda blanched and stood up quickly, causing the shirt to fall to the ground. She whirled around and pointed at Pietro, eyes flashing dangerously. "As soon as the new girl gets here, we're cleaning up!"
Pietro froze and nodded numbly.
Lance, however, was about to retort to that when Mystique stepped in with a cloaked figure behind her.
Mystique's eyes scanned them all quickly, counting mentally. "BLOB!"
Fred reappeared, his blonde hair a little ashy and a tiny food tray in his hand was smoking unforgivingly.
"Hey, I didn't think you were coming back!" Tabitha called from upstairs, walking down the stairs in a snake-esque fashion.
"Bam-Bam," Mystique said shortly, anger flaring. God knows what that girl had further down to her house.
"We have a new recruit,"
"Recruit?" A voice from under the hood asked, voice biting into the air. A pale hand with drew from the sleeve and pushed back the hood and the girl stared glaring at Mystique. "Recruit for what? A goddamn war? Is that why you're helping me? Because if you think I'll be some -."
"It's not like that," Mystique interrupted, crossing her arms, "Now shut up."
The girls dark eyes flashed red and she bit her lip, closing her eyes for a second, giving herself a little shake.
"This is Neona Shields, The Pixie."
Toad hopped up to her and held out a hand to introduce himself, "The name's Toad."
"Toad." Neona replied flatly, not returning the handshake.
"Todd Tolansky if you want to get serious," he cracked, grinning widely.
She rose an eyebrow at his off-color appearance and the way he was crouched down abnormally. 'God, that looks uncomfortable,' she thought.
"Pietro, at your service!" A white haired little punk had zoomed out of nowhere to be in front of her, shoving his face close to her own.
She growled, baring her large fangs and snapped at him and he drew away quickly, a look of surprise splashed across his face before it simply melted away quickly.
"Hey, the name's Boom-Boom!"
"Her real name's Tabitha," Toad informed Neona.
The blonde came down the stairs and grinned at her, giving her the thumbs up.
Neona smirked, completely unhinged by the fact that they had yet to know about her own mutation and all they could see was her face.
No color was in her skin and her dark, muddy brown eyes stared ruefully from their sunken pockets around at all of the sudden attention. There was a sliver of a scar upon her left cheek, but most of what she was decorated in was metal. Ten piercings in each ear, eight studs, one small hoop and a large dangling one that some had described to her as 'dream catchers'. In her right eyebrow was another stud, and a hoop in the middle of her bottom lip.
"Nice of you to join our humble home of the Brotherhood!" Tabitha went on, leaning against the rail, already looking bored but keeping a keen eye on her.
"Enthralling," Neona muttered, clenching and unclenching her fists beneath the long sleeves of the borrowed trench coat from Mystique.
Her spine was tingling and she could feel a cramp forming in her wings, she desperately needed to stretch them.
"I've got to get going, make some more pick-ups. I'll be back when I've got them all," Mystique said shortly, glaring around. "And clean up this damn place, it looks like a pig-sty!" She added, banging the door on her way out.
"C'mon on, make yourself at home. Isn't much, but it can get pretty cozy," Todd began, grabbing her arm and leading her further into the wretched estate.
"This is my snookums," he said, hopping over to a pretty girl with black and red hair cropped boyishly short, with a vest-like red shirt. She growled and moved her arm in his direction, a blue aura surrounded him and he flew back into a wall.
Neona smirked to herself. 'Impressive'.
"Wanda, Pietro's brother," Todd mumbled, rubbing his head.
"And I'm the Blob!"
Neona's right cheek gave a little tic and she turned her head as far as it would go and peered at the large boy behind her. 'Holy crap. Bet they won't be happy they got another mouth to feed.' She emitted a non- committal hum, and stared at the last boy.
She looked over him quickly, deducing him to be the second tallest and most likely also the second strongest physically. He had lines already semi-etched into his face and his eyes shone amber with a fire that was building and building until it would nearly burst.
"The name's Lance Alvers," he said standing up, putting his guitar down, "You can call me Avalanche though."
"You make them?"
"Geological control," he smirked.
"I-got-super-speed-Todd's-an-amphibian-like-thief-Blob's-unmovable- Tabby-can-make-bombs-Mystique's-the-shape-shifter-and-Wanda's-got-witchy- powers-hence-her-nickname-what-about-y..." Pietro said, coming out of nowhere once again, but this time Neona was able to grab onto his throat with her hand, her fingernails digging slightly into his translucent skin.
"Slow down," she ordered, before releasing him.
"What can you do?" Wanda asked, trying to decide whether or not she liked someone other than herself beating up on her twin.
Neona smirked and began to walk past them, until they were gathered in a semi-circle in front of her. She took off the coat in one fluid motion and cocked her head at the non-existent response she received.
She was slender, skeletal even, but thin muscle was slightly apparent. However, when she finally spread her wings that protruded from right between her shoulder blades - her black wings with a dusty red underside - that had scars and even rips and tears in them to the entire length of their living room, some at least rose their brows. She was proud of her wings; they'd saved her life more times than she could count.
She was dressed in fishnet stockings and a mini-leather skirt with little black shoes that could have been from the 1800s with its golden buckle and she faintly got the distinction she looked like a cheap prostitute. She bit her lip once more, biting into the sore spot she'd had since she was near ten. She had a choker that slightly resembled barbed wired chains and two other necklaces. One was a pendant, three little circles forming together into a diminished ruby stone, and one was a sword that ended up curving near the bottom with two eyes to make a snake. Her small form-fitting corset was black with red lining and a rose stitched underneath her right bosom. She crossed her arms, feeling more exposed than she had in a long time.
Lance rolled his eyes, he could practically hear the drool from Pietro hitting the floor in a staccato, but she was far too ghoulish looking and besides, he still had Kitty to
_[piss off]_
worry about.
He stepped forward, "Got any bags?"
"Just the one on the porch."
He rolled his eyes and swung open the door and paused upon hearing a shriek before retreating with her bag.
Neona was crouched on the stairs, an arm resting lazily on a knee.
The others were laughing at Toad who now had a black cat attached to his head and wouldn't let go or get away from him.
"What the -? Hey, stupid cat!"
"Bill!" Neona whispered gently and the cat immediately calmed down and strutted over to her, tail raised high and purring regally. He jumped onto her shoulders and she curled her wing to cradle him there. "He isn't stupid. And it isn't his fault that Toad there smells like a dead fish . . ." she paused a moment making a face to show whether or not she wanted to add something, before glancing at Todd, "No offense, I'm guessing it's just the mutation, right?"
He smiled in return, nodding his head slightly.
"I can deal with that," she nodded. Tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear, she quirked her head. "You showin' me my room or what?"
Lance nodded and walked past her, but not before Pietro grabbed him, "Play nice, Alvers," and zipped out back.
"We'll go hang out later, Neona, alright?" Tabitha asked, before walking out the door with a wave of her hand.
"I'll go make dinner again," Fred sighed and as he walked past, gave Bill a pat on the head who just gave a cat-smile in response with an extra burst on his purr.
Lance continued his trek up the stairs and heard Neona follow closely behind him.
He mentally counted all the rooms, even with two more people, they'd have to bunk up with someone. That, and they'd need more beds.
'Great, just great.'
"Something the matter?" a voice said icily as the door in front of him swung open and the bag was torn from his hands.
"Just thinking what we're going to do with all these new recruits."
"That's the second damn time I've been referred to as a recruit!" Neona flung her bag at her wall and whirled around, eyes flashing - literally - between the normal and a fiery red. She lunged at Lance and pulled him inside the room, slammed the door shut and flung him against it.
Needless to say, Lance was a little shocked.
"Look, the only reason I'm here is cause I'm sick of foster homes, got it? Now, I want things explained now, all right, tough guy?"
He nodded and put his hands over her own and slightly massaged them to release him.
"And you glance at my boobs one more time and I swear to god I'll make you sterile," she added, looking over her shoulder as she went to her bed, using her wing to scoop up her bag and bring it over to herself. She started to unpack, and Bill sat on the windowsill, blinking lazily at Lance.
~End Chapter Two~
*****
Hmm. Still deciding whether or not I like it. Next chapter there WILL be a new character introduced, and from there on it should start picking up.
DO NOT LEAVE A CHARACTER IN A REVIEW! You have no idea how upset it makes me, especially after I ask you to email for a form. *sigh* People.
But yes, I would like some critique/comments for the actual chapter itself. I know that their character isn't really "in" but, hopefully it'll get better. Danke!
Love and Peace,
-Holly Rose E.
P.S. [1] That is from "The Princess Bride".
~Surgery~ Chapter Two: When I Am Queen
When I am queen on royal throne
Made out of parts of broken bones
Of all the devils I have known
That sucked the angels dry
When I am queen I'll have my way
I'll make it drowning dollie day
And all the tears that we have cried
Will suck back in our eyes
-Jack Off Jill
*****
"My name is Iningo Montoya, you killed my father... prepare to die." [1]
"Hoho! You cannot defeat me!"
"That isn't the line!"
"I can't remember it!"
Toad slouched down, falling into the permanent-like crevasse in his beanbag chair. Pietro stood over him, standing as he usually did, chest puffed out and arms crossed over.
"Well, use that fast brain of yours, yo, and remember! We ain't got nothin' to do around this joint, man."
"Boss Lady said she'd only be gone a little time, remember?"
"Mystique says a lot of things, I'm getting somethin' to eat," and with that, Todd hopped away towards the kitchen.
Wanda looked up from her book briefly as a rush of cool air went past her and was gone as soon as it came, the door opening and slamming shut just as fast. Sighing contentedly, she snuggled further into the couch, listening to Lance strum on his guitar mindlessly.
Fred was in the kitchen (it was, after all, nearing dinner-time and he was on meal duty that week) and from afar, the two occupants of the living room heard some crashes and muttered streams of curse words and other things.
The television was broken, the jeep had no gas and the X-Men had been even more oblivious to their
_[lowly]_
existences, which suited them just fine.
Though, Rogue had been over to visit a few times within the past few months and had made fast friends with the Scarlet Witch.
Lance closed his eyes and lazily ran his thumb over a string, not even hard enough to make a single chord. Biting his lip, all he could see was that last fight with the X-Men over at the school. Kitty had called him a 'hood and as much as it hurt him to have finally been informed
_[spat at]_
of this, he felt relieved.
Pietro came back in a few minutes later, grinning in a miserable way. "News flash!"
Fred hobbled into the living room right behind Todd, a spatula in hand and ingredients all over his shirt with the littler mutant chowing down on a barely-there sandwich.
"Where's Boom-Boom?" Pietro asked, looking around, zipping everywhere before any of them could respond.
"Upstairs," Lance began and the speed demon took off, banging open every door in a steady tempo succession.
"PIETRO! YOU LITTLE PERV!"
The white-haired mutant came back quickly, smirking supremely. "Found her in the shower."
"What's the big deal, Pietro?" Lance sighed, suddenly wanting to go back to his playing.
"Mystique's on her way. She's got a newbie with her," he said excitedly, "she told me to tell you guys so we could clear out a room for her,"
"Her?" Wanda asked.
"She said female," Pietro nodded, what color he had in his face still draining a little. It didn't matter to him, he was still used to Wanda being angry and violent, forever on a killing spree with one thing on her mind: revenge. He didn't believe he'd ever get used to this new one, no matter how nice it was.
Wanda growled, "She better not be like Tabitha."
"I don't think so, Mystique seemed really pleased with herself."
"Did you see the new girl? What's she like?" Todd asked from his spot leaning against Wanda's bookcase.
"No, I talked to her on her cell phone, said she was in that limo of hers. They were just outside of town, I'm pretty sure I saw them -."
"What's that?" Lance asked, sniffing the air.
"What's what?" Pietro said, glaring at being interrupted.
"That smell - BLOB! The food's burning!"
"Aw man!" Fred said running back into the kitchen, causing the house to shake.
One of the pictures began to fall, but Pietro zipped over and caught it, while a pair of old jeans landed on Toad's head as did one of Pietro's shirt on Wanda.
Wanda blanched and stood up quickly, causing the shirt to fall to the ground. She whirled around and pointed at Pietro, eyes flashing dangerously. "As soon as the new girl gets here, we're cleaning up!"
Pietro froze and nodded numbly.
Lance, however, was about to retort to that when Mystique stepped in with a cloaked figure behind her.
Mystique's eyes scanned them all quickly, counting mentally. "BLOB!"
Fred reappeared, his blonde hair a little ashy and a tiny food tray in his hand was smoking unforgivingly.
"Hey, I didn't think you were coming back!" Tabitha called from upstairs, walking down the stairs in a snake-esque fashion.
"Bam-Bam," Mystique said shortly, anger flaring. God knows what that girl had further down to her house.
"We have a new recruit,"
"Recruit?" A voice from under the hood asked, voice biting into the air. A pale hand with drew from the sleeve and pushed back the hood and the girl stared glaring at Mystique. "Recruit for what? A goddamn war? Is that why you're helping me? Because if you think I'll be some -."
"It's not like that," Mystique interrupted, crossing her arms, "Now shut up."
The girls dark eyes flashed red and she bit her lip, closing her eyes for a second, giving herself a little shake.
"This is Neona Shields, The Pixie."
Toad hopped up to her and held out a hand to introduce himself, "The name's Toad."
"Toad." Neona replied flatly, not returning the handshake.
"Todd Tolansky if you want to get serious," he cracked, grinning widely.
She rose an eyebrow at his off-color appearance and the way he was crouched down abnormally. 'God, that looks uncomfortable,' she thought.
"Pietro, at your service!" A white haired little punk had zoomed out of nowhere to be in front of her, shoving his face close to her own.
She growled, baring her large fangs and snapped at him and he drew away quickly, a look of surprise splashed across his face before it simply melted away quickly.
"Hey, the name's Boom-Boom!"
"Her real name's Tabitha," Toad informed Neona.
The blonde came down the stairs and grinned at her, giving her the thumbs up.
Neona smirked, completely unhinged by the fact that they had yet to know about her own mutation and all they could see was her face.
No color was in her skin and her dark, muddy brown eyes stared ruefully from their sunken pockets around at all of the sudden attention. There was a sliver of a scar upon her left cheek, but most of what she was decorated in was metal. Ten piercings in each ear, eight studs, one small hoop and a large dangling one that some had described to her as 'dream catchers'. In her right eyebrow was another stud, and a hoop in the middle of her bottom lip.
"Nice of you to join our humble home of the Brotherhood!" Tabitha went on, leaning against the rail, already looking bored but keeping a keen eye on her.
"Enthralling," Neona muttered, clenching and unclenching her fists beneath the long sleeves of the borrowed trench coat from Mystique.
Her spine was tingling and she could feel a cramp forming in her wings, she desperately needed to stretch them.
"I've got to get going, make some more pick-ups. I'll be back when I've got them all," Mystique said shortly, glaring around. "And clean up this damn place, it looks like a pig-sty!" She added, banging the door on her way out.
"C'mon on, make yourself at home. Isn't much, but it can get pretty cozy," Todd began, grabbing her arm and leading her further into the wretched estate.
"This is my snookums," he said, hopping over to a pretty girl with black and red hair cropped boyishly short, with a vest-like red shirt. She growled and moved her arm in his direction, a blue aura surrounded him and he flew back into a wall.
Neona smirked to herself. 'Impressive'.
"Wanda, Pietro's brother," Todd mumbled, rubbing his head.
"And I'm the Blob!"
Neona's right cheek gave a little tic and she turned her head as far as it would go and peered at the large boy behind her. 'Holy crap. Bet they won't be happy they got another mouth to feed.' She emitted a non- committal hum, and stared at the last boy.
She looked over him quickly, deducing him to be the second tallest and most likely also the second strongest physically. He had lines already semi-etched into his face and his eyes shone amber with a fire that was building and building until it would nearly burst.
"The name's Lance Alvers," he said standing up, putting his guitar down, "You can call me Avalanche though."
"You make them?"
"Geological control," he smirked.
"I-got-super-speed-Todd's-an-amphibian-like-thief-Blob's-unmovable- Tabby-can-make-bombs-Mystique's-the-shape-shifter-and-Wanda's-got-witchy- powers-hence-her-nickname-what-about-y..." Pietro said, coming out of nowhere once again, but this time Neona was able to grab onto his throat with her hand, her fingernails digging slightly into his translucent skin.
"Slow down," she ordered, before releasing him.
"What can you do?" Wanda asked, trying to decide whether or not she liked someone other than herself beating up on her twin.
Neona smirked and began to walk past them, until they were gathered in a semi-circle in front of her. She took off the coat in one fluid motion and cocked her head at the non-existent response she received.
She was slender, skeletal even, but thin muscle was slightly apparent. However, when she finally spread her wings that protruded from right between her shoulder blades - her black wings with a dusty red underside - that had scars and even rips and tears in them to the entire length of their living room, some at least rose their brows. She was proud of her wings; they'd saved her life more times than she could count.
She was dressed in fishnet stockings and a mini-leather skirt with little black shoes that could have been from the 1800s with its golden buckle and she faintly got the distinction she looked like a cheap prostitute. She bit her lip once more, biting into the sore spot she'd had since she was near ten. She had a choker that slightly resembled barbed wired chains and two other necklaces. One was a pendant, three little circles forming together into a diminished ruby stone, and one was a sword that ended up curving near the bottom with two eyes to make a snake. Her small form-fitting corset was black with red lining and a rose stitched underneath her right bosom. She crossed her arms, feeling more exposed than she had in a long time.
Lance rolled his eyes, he could practically hear the drool from Pietro hitting the floor in a staccato, but she was far too ghoulish looking and besides, he still had Kitty to
_[piss off]_
worry about.
He stepped forward, "Got any bags?"
"Just the one on the porch."
He rolled his eyes and swung open the door and paused upon hearing a shriek before retreating with her bag.
Neona was crouched on the stairs, an arm resting lazily on a knee.
The others were laughing at Toad who now had a black cat attached to his head and wouldn't let go or get away from him.
"What the -? Hey, stupid cat!"
"Bill!" Neona whispered gently and the cat immediately calmed down and strutted over to her, tail raised high and purring regally. He jumped onto her shoulders and she curled her wing to cradle him there. "He isn't stupid. And it isn't his fault that Toad there smells like a dead fish . . ." she paused a moment making a face to show whether or not she wanted to add something, before glancing at Todd, "No offense, I'm guessing it's just the mutation, right?"
He smiled in return, nodding his head slightly.
"I can deal with that," she nodded. Tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear, she quirked her head. "You showin' me my room or what?"
Lance nodded and walked past her, but not before Pietro grabbed him, "Play nice, Alvers," and zipped out back.
"We'll go hang out later, Neona, alright?" Tabitha asked, before walking out the door with a wave of her hand.
"I'll go make dinner again," Fred sighed and as he walked past, gave Bill a pat on the head who just gave a cat-smile in response with an extra burst on his purr.
Lance continued his trek up the stairs and heard Neona follow closely behind him.
He mentally counted all the rooms, even with two more people, they'd have to bunk up with someone. That, and they'd need more beds.
'Great, just great.'
"Something the matter?" a voice said icily as the door in front of him swung open and the bag was torn from his hands.
"Just thinking what we're going to do with all these new recruits."
"That's the second damn time I've been referred to as a recruit!" Neona flung her bag at her wall and whirled around, eyes flashing - literally - between the normal and a fiery red. She lunged at Lance and pulled him inside the room, slammed the door shut and flung him against it.
Needless to say, Lance was a little shocked.
"Look, the only reason I'm here is cause I'm sick of foster homes, got it? Now, I want things explained now, all right, tough guy?"
He nodded and put his hands over her own and slightly massaged them to release him.
"And you glance at my boobs one more time and I swear to god I'll make you sterile," she added, looking over her shoulder as she went to her bed, using her wing to scoop up her bag and bring it over to herself. She started to unpack, and Bill sat on the windowsill, blinking lazily at Lance.
~End Chapter Two~
*****
Hmm. Still deciding whether or not I like it. Next chapter there WILL be a new character introduced, and from there on it should start picking up.
DO NOT LEAVE A CHARACTER IN A REVIEW! You have no idea how upset it makes me, especially after I ask you to email for a form. *sigh* People.
But yes, I would like some critique/comments for the actual chapter itself. I know that their character isn't really "in" but, hopefully it'll get better. Danke!
Love and Peace,
-Holly Rose E.
P.S. [1] That is from "The Princess Bride".