Chapter 12- The Face-Off
"That's it, I'm sick of you interfering all the time!"
Viktoria and Bobby looked up from the video screen to see a wild-eyed Wanda pointing accusingly. **And to complete the evening-** Viktoria muttered psychically to Bobby. **We have the resident wacko.** Bobby ducked his head to hide his grin as Wanda stared daggers at them.
Viktoria stood up casually and regarded Wanda's fierce stance with a cocked eyebrow and well-placed smirk. "If you wanted to play Grand Theft that badly Wanda, all ya had to do was ask."
Bobby was surprised she could remain so cool when it was obvious Wanda wanted to rip someone a new one. Everyone knew not to mess with her when she got mad; her powers could have you standing on your head with two broken legs before you even knew what had knocked you down. But from Viktoria's apathetic attitude, she'd seen it all before, and it didn't phase her one bit. Hell, she was even cracking jokes.
"Pietro just gave me these," Wanda spat, heaving a scorched box of condoms at Viktoria. She caught the box before it hit her head and examined it quickly. "That's a lovely box of burnt latex, Wanda, really, it is... But uh, what does this have to do with me?"
"I know you put him up to it!" Wanda screeched wildly. "I'm so sick of you I could puke! I don't care what the Professor said, we're settling this now!"
"I think not." Viktoria turned on her heel to address Bobby. "Tell the Professor we'll be in the Danger Room, practicing. If it's not too much trouble, could he possibly come and watch?" Viktoria flashed a smile at Wanda. "For safety precautions, of course."
Bobby nodded vigorously, then rushed out of the room, mumbling something about how everyone would want to see this show.
Viktoria turned back to Wanda, her composed exterior melting away into a face full of utter contempt. "Better suit up, Wanda, I'll be expecting you in fifteen." She bared her teeth in a barbaric smile, then walked calmly past the fuming brunette.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was fifteen minutes later, and both girls met in the Danger Room, suited up and ready to finish what had begun a long time ago. Wanda stood, foot tapping incessantly, her fists clenching and unclenching in an angry rhythm.
Viktoria, however, sat on the on the ground, legs crossed in a lotus position, eyes closed as if meditating. Her lips moved as she recited a silent passage to herself. Finishing, she stood and slowly dusted off invisible debris from her deep crimson costume.
**Are we ready up there?** Viktoria called to the control booth above. "Yes. We're setting up the canyon program right now. When it's up, you two may begin." Scott's voice resounded over the metallic walls and floor of the Danger Room.
Viktoria reached out with her mind, and as Bobby had predicted, she felt the touches of nearly every member of the household crammed into the control room, some nearly pressed against the windows in anticipation.
She noticed Kurt and Warren up front, with Kitty right beside them, eagerly waiting for what was about to happen below. Jean stood next to Scott and the Professor, her lips pressed together in frown. Viktoria knew secretly Jean wanted Wanda to get it, and wondered if she had taught Viktoria enough about her abilities to challenge the Scarlet Witch affectively.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Pietro watched from above as his twin sister and his girlfriend faced off against each other over- Well, he wasn't quite sure. His ego wanted to say it was pure jealously over him, but he knew deep in his heart that although that may be a small portion of it, it wasn't entirely.
For Wanda, the hatred seemed to run much deeper than that. As if she held a personal grudge against the fair skinned blonde for some deed done against her in the past.
But for Viktoria, she seemed almost nonchalant about the whole thing, standing around waiting for it to begin as if she was waiting for a play to begin, instead of a fight. Pietro wondered if she was even worried about Wanda's hexing powers, especially after she had nearly broken Viktoria's wrist only a little more than a week before.
Pietro just hoped they wouldn't end up killing each other by the time it was all over.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Hank, Logan, and Bobby rested near a window on the west side of the room, grimly awaiting the fight below. Bobby chatted idly about meaningless things. How Wanda had come in demanding a fight with Viktoria. How Viktoria didn't even seem to care about the whole thing-
"Isn't that crazy? It doesn't even seem like she's worried about it. Just standing there all calm and everything. I remember when Wanda got ticked off at me, I was in traction for a week!" Bobby prattled on.
"Yes, well, if you hadn't placed that rodent in her boot, I'm sure she wouldn't of reacted that way towards you, Robert," Hank replied.
"Aw, come on, Blue, it was just a little mouse. It's not like it would of hurt her or anything. Besides, she totally obliterated the thing anyway. Yuck."
"Ah remember that. Little mouse guts all over her floor and everything." Rogue screwed up her face in disgust at the memory. "Ah hope Viktoria knows what she's doin'. That gal ain't nobody Ah'd want to tussle with."
"Viktoria can handle herself," Logan said with a small smile. "She's a pretty tough customer herself."
"Eh, dis Cajun is placing his bet on de blonde. She confident, that one. Bet she could knock de witch right through the wall if she wanted." Remy put an arm around Rogue's shoulders. "Like you, chere." Rogue rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself.
"We'll have to wait and see what happens." Ororo Munroe leaned forward, her eyes focusing on the two girls below. "When are they supposed to start?"
"Right now," Scott said. He turned on the intercom. "The program's ready, you two can begin. Just try not to kill each other. The program will automatically shut off as soon as one of you concedes, alright? To surrender, just turn that green knob on your wristbands until they flash red. By the way, Hank is ready in case either of you need medical attention at any time."
"You might want to remember that when you're lying on the ground," Wanda sneered at Viktoria. "Writhing in pain."
Around them the metallic walls had been replaced with rust-colored boulders as the canyon program took over. The ground was covered in fine ground dirt that kicked up tiny clouds of dust as Wanda tapped her foot.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," Viktoria replied flippantly.
"I don't know why you even bothered to bring it in here," Wanda continued, her voice menacing. "Did you think they'd help you out? That I would let up on you since everyone's watching us? Well, think again." Wanda charged forward, grabbing Viktoria by the arm and pulling her close. "My dear brother isn't here to save you this time, bitch."
Wanda smacked Viktoria hard across the face with the back of her hand, leaving a red mark on the blonde girl's features. Viktoria touched her cheek, her eyes narrowing into angry slits. "That wasn't very nice."
Viktoria noticed Wanda was raising her hands to begin one of her hexes, so in an effort to block the oncoming attack; she threw up her own hands to build a firewall around her. She felt the hex hit the wall of fire around her, but was effectively stopped. Wanda cursed out loud, throwing three more hexes at the wall in pure frustration.
"I'm afraid that's not working too well, Wanda. You might want to give up on your puny excuse for a mutant power right now," Viktoria taunted.
"Easy to say that when your behind you're pathetic wall, huh, Viktoria?!" Wanda raged back.
Viktoria collapsed the wall and faced Wanda, her hands on her hips. "Oh, is that so? Well, what are you gonna do, Wanda? HEX me? I'm so scared. I'm shakin' in my boots." Viktoria watched as Wanda's face grew red in either embarrassment or pure anger, she couldn't exactly tell which.
"You- You bitch! You can't do anything! Look at you! Oh no, I'm sooo scared, Viktoria. What are YOU gonna do? Light me on fire?"
"Actually, that's not a bad idea-" Viktoria snapped her fingers and a ring of fire surrounded Wanda on all sides. Wanda tried to jump over the relatively tiny flames, but wherever she got close, the fire grew to nearly 10 feet tall. Finally giving up on trying to jump the flames, she concentrated her hexing magic on the fire, causing it to extinguish itself.
"Ha!" Wanda focused her energy at a boulder near Viktoria's head, making it shake loose and rumble down towards Viktoria. "Can you say pancake?"
"What?" Viktoria followed Wanda's gaze to see the boulder thundering down the small hill above her. Fire energy shot out of Viktoria's hands, pushing the huge rock to the side as it crumbled into smaller pieces around her. **Well, that was cute, Wanda. What are you gonna do next? Push the whole damn mountain on me?**
Wanda clutched at the sides of head in agony. "Get out of my head!" Wanda screamed as Viktoria sent a mental bolt straight into her brain. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
**Nah. I think I like it in here, Wanda. Think I might stay. Oh, what's this? You and Warren? How dirty. I honestly didn't think you had it in you, Wanda. No wonder you were so pissed about the condoms.**
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD OR ELSE I'LL-"
"Or else you'll what?" Viktoria pushed at Wanda, as she stumbled blindly around, still grabbing at her temples. Wanda fell to the ground in a heap, her face flushed and make-up smeared from her own tears of frustration. "What could you possibly do, Wanda? Face it. There's nothing you can throw at me that I can't defend. Why don't you just give up now?" Viktoria offered her a hand. "At least you can salvage your dignity."
Wanda threw her out her hand as a wave of energy hit Viktoria full-force. Flying backwards, Viktoria screamed as she was thrown against the canyon wall as boulder after boulder fell on top of her.
Wanda pushed herself up and walked over to the mound of boulders that was where Viktoria had been standing moments before. She pointed her finger at the mound, cocking it into the shape of a gun. "Bang bang. Your dead." She gestured to another large boulder and brought it down on top of the others. "I hope you enjoy hell, you fucking whore."
A/N: Oh, don't you just LOVE cliffhangers? How's it gonna end, and all that? Part 2 should be up any day, so pay attention for that.
"That's it, I'm sick of you interfering all the time!"
Viktoria and Bobby looked up from the video screen to see a wild-eyed Wanda pointing accusingly. **And to complete the evening-** Viktoria muttered psychically to Bobby. **We have the resident wacko.** Bobby ducked his head to hide his grin as Wanda stared daggers at them.
Viktoria stood up casually and regarded Wanda's fierce stance with a cocked eyebrow and well-placed smirk. "If you wanted to play Grand Theft that badly Wanda, all ya had to do was ask."
Bobby was surprised she could remain so cool when it was obvious Wanda wanted to rip someone a new one. Everyone knew not to mess with her when she got mad; her powers could have you standing on your head with two broken legs before you even knew what had knocked you down. But from Viktoria's apathetic attitude, she'd seen it all before, and it didn't phase her one bit. Hell, she was even cracking jokes.
"Pietro just gave me these," Wanda spat, heaving a scorched box of condoms at Viktoria. She caught the box before it hit her head and examined it quickly. "That's a lovely box of burnt latex, Wanda, really, it is... But uh, what does this have to do with me?"
"I know you put him up to it!" Wanda screeched wildly. "I'm so sick of you I could puke! I don't care what the Professor said, we're settling this now!"
"I think not." Viktoria turned on her heel to address Bobby. "Tell the Professor we'll be in the Danger Room, practicing. If it's not too much trouble, could he possibly come and watch?" Viktoria flashed a smile at Wanda. "For safety precautions, of course."
Bobby nodded vigorously, then rushed out of the room, mumbling something about how everyone would want to see this show.
Viktoria turned back to Wanda, her composed exterior melting away into a face full of utter contempt. "Better suit up, Wanda, I'll be expecting you in fifteen." She bared her teeth in a barbaric smile, then walked calmly past the fuming brunette.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was fifteen minutes later, and both girls met in the Danger Room, suited up and ready to finish what had begun a long time ago. Wanda stood, foot tapping incessantly, her fists clenching and unclenching in an angry rhythm.
Viktoria, however, sat on the on the ground, legs crossed in a lotus position, eyes closed as if meditating. Her lips moved as she recited a silent passage to herself. Finishing, she stood and slowly dusted off invisible debris from her deep crimson costume.
**Are we ready up there?** Viktoria called to the control booth above. "Yes. We're setting up the canyon program right now. When it's up, you two may begin." Scott's voice resounded over the metallic walls and floor of the Danger Room.
Viktoria reached out with her mind, and as Bobby had predicted, she felt the touches of nearly every member of the household crammed into the control room, some nearly pressed against the windows in anticipation.
She noticed Kurt and Warren up front, with Kitty right beside them, eagerly waiting for what was about to happen below. Jean stood next to Scott and the Professor, her lips pressed together in frown. Viktoria knew secretly Jean wanted Wanda to get it, and wondered if she had taught Viktoria enough about her abilities to challenge the Scarlet Witch affectively.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Pietro watched from above as his twin sister and his girlfriend faced off against each other over- Well, he wasn't quite sure. His ego wanted to say it was pure jealously over him, but he knew deep in his heart that although that may be a small portion of it, it wasn't entirely.
For Wanda, the hatred seemed to run much deeper than that. As if she held a personal grudge against the fair skinned blonde for some deed done against her in the past.
But for Viktoria, she seemed almost nonchalant about the whole thing, standing around waiting for it to begin as if she was waiting for a play to begin, instead of a fight. Pietro wondered if she was even worried about Wanda's hexing powers, especially after she had nearly broken Viktoria's wrist only a little more than a week before.
Pietro just hoped they wouldn't end up killing each other by the time it was all over.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Hank, Logan, and Bobby rested near a window on the west side of the room, grimly awaiting the fight below. Bobby chatted idly about meaningless things. How Wanda had come in demanding a fight with Viktoria. How Viktoria didn't even seem to care about the whole thing-
"Isn't that crazy? It doesn't even seem like she's worried about it. Just standing there all calm and everything. I remember when Wanda got ticked off at me, I was in traction for a week!" Bobby prattled on.
"Yes, well, if you hadn't placed that rodent in her boot, I'm sure she wouldn't of reacted that way towards you, Robert," Hank replied.
"Aw, come on, Blue, it was just a little mouse. It's not like it would of hurt her or anything. Besides, she totally obliterated the thing anyway. Yuck."
"Ah remember that. Little mouse guts all over her floor and everything." Rogue screwed up her face in disgust at the memory. "Ah hope Viktoria knows what she's doin'. That gal ain't nobody Ah'd want to tussle with."
"Viktoria can handle herself," Logan said with a small smile. "She's a pretty tough customer herself."
"Eh, dis Cajun is placing his bet on de blonde. She confident, that one. Bet she could knock de witch right through the wall if she wanted." Remy put an arm around Rogue's shoulders. "Like you, chere." Rogue rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself.
"We'll have to wait and see what happens." Ororo Munroe leaned forward, her eyes focusing on the two girls below. "When are they supposed to start?"
"Right now," Scott said. He turned on the intercom. "The program's ready, you two can begin. Just try not to kill each other. The program will automatically shut off as soon as one of you concedes, alright? To surrender, just turn that green knob on your wristbands until they flash red. By the way, Hank is ready in case either of you need medical attention at any time."
"You might want to remember that when you're lying on the ground," Wanda sneered at Viktoria. "Writhing in pain."
Around them the metallic walls had been replaced with rust-colored boulders as the canyon program took over. The ground was covered in fine ground dirt that kicked up tiny clouds of dust as Wanda tapped her foot.
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," Viktoria replied flippantly.
"I don't know why you even bothered to bring it in here," Wanda continued, her voice menacing. "Did you think they'd help you out? That I would let up on you since everyone's watching us? Well, think again." Wanda charged forward, grabbing Viktoria by the arm and pulling her close. "My dear brother isn't here to save you this time, bitch."
Wanda smacked Viktoria hard across the face with the back of her hand, leaving a red mark on the blonde girl's features. Viktoria touched her cheek, her eyes narrowing into angry slits. "That wasn't very nice."
Viktoria noticed Wanda was raising her hands to begin one of her hexes, so in an effort to block the oncoming attack; she threw up her own hands to build a firewall around her. She felt the hex hit the wall of fire around her, but was effectively stopped. Wanda cursed out loud, throwing three more hexes at the wall in pure frustration.
"I'm afraid that's not working too well, Wanda. You might want to give up on your puny excuse for a mutant power right now," Viktoria taunted.
"Easy to say that when your behind you're pathetic wall, huh, Viktoria?!" Wanda raged back.
Viktoria collapsed the wall and faced Wanda, her hands on her hips. "Oh, is that so? Well, what are you gonna do, Wanda? HEX me? I'm so scared. I'm shakin' in my boots." Viktoria watched as Wanda's face grew red in either embarrassment or pure anger, she couldn't exactly tell which.
"You- You bitch! You can't do anything! Look at you! Oh no, I'm sooo scared, Viktoria. What are YOU gonna do? Light me on fire?"
"Actually, that's not a bad idea-" Viktoria snapped her fingers and a ring of fire surrounded Wanda on all sides. Wanda tried to jump over the relatively tiny flames, but wherever she got close, the fire grew to nearly 10 feet tall. Finally giving up on trying to jump the flames, she concentrated her hexing magic on the fire, causing it to extinguish itself.
"Ha!" Wanda focused her energy at a boulder near Viktoria's head, making it shake loose and rumble down towards Viktoria. "Can you say pancake?"
"What?" Viktoria followed Wanda's gaze to see the boulder thundering down the small hill above her. Fire energy shot out of Viktoria's hands, pushing the huge rock to the side as it crumbled into smaller pieces around her. **Well, that was cute, Wanda. What are you gonna do next? Push the whole damn mountain on me?**
Wanda clutched at the sides of head in agony. "Get out of my head!" Wanda screamed as Viktoria sent a mental bolt straight into her brain. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
**Nah. I think I like it in here, Wanda. Think I might stay. Oh, what's this? You and Warren? How dirty. I honestly didn't think you had it in you, Wanda. No wonder you were so pissed about the condoms.**
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD OR ELSE I'LL-"
"Or else you'll what?" Viktoria pushed at Wanda, as she stumbled blindly around, still grabbing at her temples. Wanda fell to the ground in a heap, her face flushed and make-up smeared from her own tears of frustration. "What could you possibly do, Wanda? Face it. There's nothing you can throw at me that I can't defend. Why don't you just give up now?" Viktoria offered her a hand. "At least you can salvage your dignity."
Wanda threw her out her hand as a wave of energy hit Viktoria full-force. Flying backwards, Viktoria screamed as she was thrown against the canyon wall as boulder after boulder fell on top of her.
Wanda pushed herself up and walked over to the mound of boulders that was where Viktoria had been standing moments before. She pointed her finger at the mound, cocking it into the shape of a gun. "Bang bang. Your dead." She gestured to another large boulder and brought it down on top of the others. "I hope you enjoy hell, you fucking whore."
A/N: Oh, don't you just LOVE cliffhangers? How's it gonna end, and all that? Part 2 should be up any day, so pay attention for that.