I will own the characters from X-Men Evolution!!! They will be MINE! ALL MIIIINNNNE!!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!! And with their help, I will RULE THE WORLD!!!!
(No, not really. I can't back that up.)
But I do own Eclipse and Farsight (Judas). If you steal them, I will hunt you down and kill you via potato peeler. On with ze fic!
Critical Mass
by Dark Matter
Chapter 4: I'm Just Your Average Teenage Dirtbag
Judas Worthington sat alone, clicking almost mechanically through the channels. Now and then, he would reach up to push the large sheaf of blond bangs he owned out of his left eye. Victor had left, to go contact a Mr. Lensherr, evidently a man of some importance within whatever organization he belonged to.
Meanwhile, Judas was left to explore his new home, and muse over the facts he had just discovered. He had shed all the tears he could for his old life, and now there was just a hollow emptiness where that horrible, despairing feeling had been.
But his mutation, the fact that he was part of an elite group of evolving humans intrigued him...and simultaneously scared the hell out of him.
He had powers. Powers he didn't know, or understand, but powers. That, in and of itself, was very unique.
Judas had always been the quiet, studious one. He avoided physical conflict whenever he could, and avoided people in general almost as much. Why? He didn't want to mingle with insects.
Judas snorted. Homo sapiens=idiot. Or at least a creature that was very easily led about.
They were all so damn simple, when it came right down to it...rather like sheep, or a child's jigsaw puzzle. Stupid. But this was not necessarily a bad thing.
Judas had been good at manipulating people since he was six, and his skill had increased with age. It was a tool he had always enjoyed the use of, and never abandoned.
There was a problem, though...he'd never been very strong. When he got into fights, he was on the worse end, and usually the one who ended up beaten. His size made him intimidating to some, but the large, muscular jocks, ones who couldn't form a coherent rhought, had some sense that made them know it didn't help Worthington.
Now, though...now, he had power. Real power. The thought of it was incredibly uplifting, like some sort of natural high.
He decided to try using it...using the slowing one. The vision had hurt his head, and had been horrible. He didn't want to use it just yet.
Concentrating on the slowness, the perfect still moment, he felt something change in the air around him, like gas becoming liquid.
And then he jumped. It was a simple hop, not high or special. But it seemed...propelled. Driven up by the slowness. He moved in with momentum that built every second. He swung his fist out, and it was like something out of The Matrix. He was overwhelmed by the unreality of it all...
and then there was a prickling cold, and he landed gracefully as time sped up again. The boy looked about him in amazement. There was really only one thing to be said.
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As Todd had suspected, all the usual crew was in detention. Fred had gotten in on charges of giving one Duncan Matthews a long-needed smack upside the head. Lance, of course, had been charged with fighting, as had Pietro. While the white-haired speedster was relaxed, almost lounging, with a large smirk on his face, Lance kept glaring across the room at Scott, who glared right back from under his shades.
Todd hopped into his desk and slouched down, finding the one spot where he could relax. Wassup, Fred-man? Whatcha in for?
Fred shrugged. Usual. Matthews talks smack and I'm the one that has to shut him up. Tolensky nodded knowingly. Ey, it ain't no pretty job, but some'n's gotta do it.
Pietro smiled almost lazily. Dude, you shouldthrowhiminthelakelikeafreshman!!!
No offense to ya, Todd, but it happens.
None taken, yo. I volunteer to be the bait. Duncan springs for me and gets a big surprise. The froglike boy grinned. Hehe, sounds like th' way I got inta detention, yo.
Pietro cocked his head to the side. How would that be?
Todd proceeded to describe the intricate trajectory of the ball, and how it not only ruined Ms. Wooten's lesson plan and expensive vase, but knocked her right in the forehead. As well as how purple she turned. Fred practically guffawed, while Pietro just chuckled quite a bit.
Fred suddenly remembered something. What about that new Institute kid, Rahne Sinclair? She didn't try to stop you?
Toad shook his head. Naw, yo, she thought it was funny. Smiled at me. She's cute, yo.
Pietro's eyebrows raised. Oh, damn....not you too, Todd! I thought Lance was the only one affectedbythisplague!
Fred heaved a mock sigh beside him. They're dropping like flies.
The slight freshman turned red. Well, so what if I think she's hot, yo? Don't mean nothin' serious! sides, she's cool, not like the rest of them geeks.
Pietro gave a lecherous grin. Don't Scottish people roll their R's? Makes you wonder what she can do with her tongue, huh, Todd?
Todd turned a brighter red. Aw, shaddup, yo! It ain't like that!
Pietro grinned.
Toad was about to cook up some slime via which to teach Pietro listening skills, when Principal Kelly came in, Tabitha beside him, looking rather self-righteous.
Tabitha, it's damaging school property! I don't care why or how you set it off, it's not allowed.
Tabby glared. You, sir, are punishing me for a simple misunderstanding. I had no idea it was not my locker!
Pietro bounded over. At the sight of Maximoff, Boom-Boom gave a happy giggle and hugged him. Peeteeeyyyy!!! You'll help me against the tyranny of this horrible man, won't you?
Pietro looked shocked, then turned to Kelly. You would dare insult my lady's honor? His eyes blazed. Good sir, I challenge you to a duel!!!!! Or are you...a COWARD?!?
The stillness in the room lasted a full thirty seconds, till Kelly finally replied...
I...am getting some aspirin, and ran from the room.
The assembled Brotherhood members collapsed with mirth. Scott sighed deeply and tried to concentrate on his work. No crime deserved this...
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I'll see you soon, Charles, said Erik as he picked up his hat. Good game, by the way.
Charles smirked. You're not just saying that because you won, are you?
Lensherr looked at his old friend with mock indignation. I would never stoop to such horrible sportsmanship, and you know it.
Xavier chuckled. Indeed. Farewell, my friend.
Magneto was in a far better mood than he had been the last few days as he walked down the path to the gate. Visiting Charles always raised his spirits...the two, despite their differences of opinion and philosophy, had always been very close friends. Being on opposite sides of this war hadn't affected that, it seemed. Erik smiled...it was nice to know he had a friend he could always go to, someone to lean on. Someone with whom he could laugh...could cry...could feel human again.
The good mood was shattered suddenly by the sound of a rather pissed-off growl. Victor Creed stood there, scowling at Lensherr. Where the hell have you been?! Sabretooth exploded. I've been calling for almost a fucking hour, Lensherr!!! Do you know how to answer the goddamn phone?!
Magneto looked at him with a glare that could freeze the purest fire.
I turned it off, Creed, he said icily. I did not wish to be disturbed. I was on private business. What is so important, Sabretooth?
Victor was not intimidated. He was a professional assassin, a hired killer, and he'd faced down a lot of men. They'd all tried to intimidate him.
He'd killed them all. With his bare hands.
Still, there was something about Lensherr when he was angry that just made your blood run cold for a few seconds. Maybe it was the fact that he could crumple cars like they were tin foil, or use the iron in your blood to poison you.
Still, Creed refused to give up his anger. I've found a mutant.
Magneto's eyes widened. That changes things slightly...
No shit? thought Sabretooth dryly. One of the Worthington boys, actually. Looks like that watch we had on them paid off.
Magneto smiled grimly. I'll have to thank Mr. Nur next time I see him. In the meantime, let's pay a visit to young Master...
Judas. The older one, Mags. He caught the other's astonished look. Yeah, I was surprised too....
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Kurt Wagner twitched, and his open-eyed stare at the clock ceased for a millisecond.
Message to the person who invented Marine Biology class: können sie in Hölle verrotten.
Beside him, there was the sound of incessant tapping as an equally bored Pietro Maximoff looked at the inept Mr. Spangenberg with what could only be described as a mixture of pity and contempt. Kurt had no pity for the man...unlike the rest of the school, he believed Spangenberg did what he did as a form of release.
Pietro, on the other hand, shared the belief that he had done so much acid he probably think's he's a fish half the time.'
Spangenberg ist ein großer verdammter idiot...Spangenberg ist ein großer verdammter idiot... Kurt sang to himself. The teacher was now talking about his experiences on the beach. Pietro nudged Kurt. Acid flashback #234 comin' up...
Kurt nodded. I think he'z had a few more zen zat...
Pietro smirked and nodded, then let his eyes roam again. It was at this precise moment when Spangenberg uttered th two funniest words Kurt had ever heard come out of a teacher's mouth.
Wife Unit.
The blue mutant stared in shock for a few minutes, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. It was positively unbelieveable.
Wife Unit. He'd heard of Parental Unit....but *Wife* Unit?
Quicksilver struggled to contain his laughter. Not so Nightcrawler. His hand shot gleefully into the air, and a huge grin spread across his face. Spangenberg turned an eye to him. Yeah, German boy?
Does your wife know you think of her as a unit? said Kurt, barely containing his mirth. Spangenberg let out a cry like a strangled duck as the whole class chuckled appreciatively. Kurt pressed the issue. Wouldn't that kinda complicate your sex life, lehrer?
The teacher turned a bright shade of red. The class roared. Kurt's face urned to one of sympathy. A lot of sleeping on the couch is bad for one's back, you know. He smirked. Then again, maybe it's payback for being the Bondage Unit', nein?
But even as he said this, he knew he had gone too far. Spangenberg was already calling the office...and as a security man came in, all became deathly quiet.
Thus it was that Kurt found himself in front of Principal Kelly, discussing the terms of his suspension...
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Judas straightened as he heard the car pull up. It would be Creed...and probably whoever Mr. Lensherr turned out to be. Wanting to make a good impression, Judas pulled himself hurriedly from the chair and hurried to open the door. Sabretooth was the first in, looking far more dour and pensive then he had when Judas had first met him. Behind him was a tall, white-haired man.
He wore a long black trenchcoat with a black fedora. His hands were gloved.
His eyes were blue and hawklike, piercing and powerful. His face was weathered, but the lines seemed to Judas to belong more to an elder statesman than a grandfather.
This must be Mr. Lensherr....
Mr. Lensherr? said Judas rather timidly. Pleased to meet you...I'm Judas Worthington. He smiled and extended his hand.
To his surprise, the elder man grasped it with a warm smile. The pleasure is all mine, my dear boy. As you no doubt have guessed, I am Erik Magnus Lensherr. But in this organization I go by my codename...Magneto...
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Author's Notes: Hehe....dun worry, Kurt fans, this is all part of a complex plan for the Elf. And yes, I DO work on these. I just take a bit of time. ^^;;;;
Expect to see more Farsight in the next chapter, as he gets acquainted with the Brotherhood and its members...and either Reactor or Eclipse will be introduced.
Oh, and more of Angel...and the ever famous Mr. Nur. Ja ne!
