Life Styles of the Crazy and Marveled; The Brotherhood Of Bayville Boarding House


Wow. I didn't expect this fic to be so popular. I originally had no intention of making it a series, but hey... Give the people what they want.

P.S. A gold star for you if you got that Scott was imitating a scene from "Risky Business." last chapter.


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Brotherhood of Bayville Boarding House.


"Salutations and welcome to "Life Styles of the Crazy and Marveled." Jamie said, once again wearing his fine business suit. "I am your cultured host, James Madrox. Today we will be touring the splendid "Brotherhood of Bayville Boarding House." This 18th century Victorian was originally built to house the criminally insane and those just not right in the head. As you can see, it is still in use for that purpose." Jamie said as a wad of flaming toilet paper went flying by behind him. "Um, Be right back..." Jamie said as he went off camera. He reappeared a few minutes later wearing a helmet and a suit of body armor. "There, that should keep me safe." Rouge suddenly pops up out of nowhere.

"HA! That's what you think! I lived with those nutballs!!! You're doomed, doooomed!!!" Rouge shouted as she ran away as fast as humanly possible. "DOOOOMED!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA…" Rouge cackled.

"Riggghhhhtttt... Anyhow, Let's begin our tour with the living room..." Jamie said as he cast one last glance in Rouge's fleeing direction.

(Living Room)

"This spacious living room, Oh dear Lord..." Jamie said as he saw the mounds of pizza box's and flies and other unhealthy things that filled the room. "I think I'm going to be sick..." Jamie muttered as he ran off camera. The sound of vomiting is heard and then Jaime returns wiping his mouth. "Let's move on to Miss Maximoff's Room..."

(Wanda's Room)

"Miss Maximoff spent the better part of her life in a mental Institution, As such we should exercise caution while in her room." Jamie said as he pulled out a tranquilizer gun. "Be vewy, vewy quite, we're huntin Maniac's. Hehehehehehe..." Jamie said as he opened Wanda's door. "Sweet God almighty." Jamie said as he looked around in shock. The room was a bright Pink and had stuffed animals all over the place. Wanda was sitting on the floor in front of the TV. She was really into the show that was on.

"Go Power Puff Girls!!!" Wanda shouted as she raised a fist in the air and danced around. "You go! You go! You go!" Wanda chanted. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the camera and Jamie. "eep." Wanda said in horror before she got angry. "GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!!!" Wanda shouted as she launched a hex bolt arsenal at Jamie and the Camera.

"AHHHH!!!" Jamie shouted as he slammed the door shut. "That was quite horrifying. Let's move on to Frederick Dukes room..."

(Fred's Room)

"Mister Dukes is one of the largest people in the world. As such we can well expect to see a scene similar to what we saw in Mister Wagner's room at the Xavier's Institute." Jamie said as he walked toward the door. "So lets just try to stay sane." Jamie said as he opened the door. Fred, Toad and Lance were all inside wearing sunglasses and black business suits. They surrounded a figure hidden in the shadows.

"Talk, damn you!!!" Lance shouted as he backhanded the figure tied to the chair. "TALK!!!"

"He ain't talking, yo." Toad said as he turned to Fred. "What are we going to do about that?" Toad asked like a wise guy.

"I don't know Toady, What are we going to do about that?" Fred replied in a mobster tone.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do." Lance said as he faced his comrades. "Freddy, take him outside and see if you can make him talk." Lance said as he backed away from the figure revealing to the camera that it was a Mime tied to the chair. He shook his head 'no' as Fred picked him up and took him outside through another door. "And use the silencer!" Lance shouted after them. Jaime slammed the door shut, a look of horror plastered on his face.

"So that's why Scott woke up with a horse's head in his bed." Jamie said as he wiped his brow. "Lets move on to Lance's room…"

(Lance's Room)

"The Leader of the Brotherhood's room is right here." Jamie said as he opened the door. "Wow. It's actually normal." Jamie said as he looked around. It was an average room, a few pictures of Kitty were stuck in the Mirror and a stereo system was in one corner. It even had a dartboard with Scott's picture on it. However, instead of darts, it had throwing knives, bullet holes and even a hatchet, all imbedded in the picture of Cyclops. "Disturbing." Jamie said as he closed the door. "Let's proceed to Todd Tolensky's room..."

(Todd's Room)

(Sigh) "Let's just get this over with." Jamie said as he opened the door to Toad's room. "What the duce?" Jamie asked in shock as he looked around. The room was decorated in 12th century attire. Toad was sitting at a table, dressed like Uncle Moneypennies from "Monopoly". He even had the monocle.

"Greeting's James, may I offer you a spot of tea?" Toad said as he poured another glass.

"Holy God…" Jamie muttered as he walked out of the room completely stunned. "Let's move on to Mystique's room…" Jamie muttered as he shook his head.

(Mystique's Room)

"Oh Dear Lord…" Jamie muttered as he saw Mystique lying on the ground, bottles of Liquor surrounding her drunken form.

"If you like peanut coolata's…" Mystique sang out as she lay on the floor. "I hate those Friggin kids, I really do..."

"That's it!!!" Jamie shouted as he closed the door. "I'm outta here!!!"

(Living Room)

"Well join us next time when we tour the home of Magneto's Acolytes. Until then, fine living and good day to you all." Jamie said as the camera shut off. He didn't notice that the Brotherhood was gathered in the living room talking amongst themselves.

"So it's agreed," Lance said as he leaned back in the chair. "We'll break Pietro's knee's with a ballpoint hammer, AFTER we force feed him thirty gallons of Cream Corn."

"AGREED!!!" The Brotherhood responded. Jamie just shook his head and walked out of the Brotherhood's house.


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Well there ya go. Another chapter and another tour. Up next, the Acolytes.

Peace out,

Descendent