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I just read the reviews for the last chapter, and they made me so happy I decided to update immediatly. Once again I own nada.And yes Toad_Fan, he's in it.
Saturday, 8:15 am, Brotherhood of Mutants' home
The room looked peaceful enough, but Todd wasn't taking any chances. He hopped quietly in, dodging shoes and broken bits of furniture as he headed toward the bed.
No matter how many times he'd done this, he never got used to it. He always felt like he was walking into a trap when it was his turn to wake up Wanda. She would be especially mad because today was a Saturday.
He cautiously hopped over to where the Scarlet Witch was sleeping. He gathered up his nerve and started to say the scariest entence known to mutant.
"Yo, Wanda, time to get up. The boss wants you."
Wanda opened her eyes immediately, as if she had sensed him entering and had wanted to surprise him. Todd backed out of Wanda's room a lot faster than he entered. She rolled out of bed and levitated a large lamp toward him for good measure. He got to the door just in time.
Since Wanda was a firm believer in saving your energy, she decided he would think twice before coming in uninvited on a Saturday. Wanda went to her closet and pulled out the clothes she would wear that day. She had just come out of the shower, and was about to get dressed when Lance came in.
"Wanda, Mystique says. . . Good Lord!" Lance's eyes went wide before he covered them. Wanda threw Lance into the wall opposite her room, and slammed her door. Lance was busy thanking God he was still alive when Wanda emerged fully clothed and scowling at Lance, who curled into a fetal position against the wall.
Wanda leaned over and looked straight into Lance's eyes and asked her question very slowly, so the moron would understand.
"What did Mystique say?" Wanda had enough of this. Whatever Mystique wanted would just have to wait.
"Get downstairs now." Lance whispered, praying Wanda would continue to have mercy on him.
Lance cringed when Wanda pulled her head back, but relaxed slightly when she started down the hall.
Wanda had decided to tell Mystique that if they were going to trash another mall it would have to wait. She was only getting up for revenge or waffles, and she knew they didn't have a waffle iron.
Mystique was in the kitchen when Wanda found her. Wanda nonchalantly poured herself some juice while Mystique was slurping coffee like a two year old with soup.
"Hello Wanda. I have a proposition to make."
Wanda knew that voice. Mystique was always using it with the boys. Obey me or else. Wanda could use evil voices too though.
"What?"
Mystique sighed. Obviously the boys had done a bad job of waking Wanda up without upsetting her. Well they would be buying their own donuts this morning.
Wanda was seriously considering seeing how much more damage the brotherhood place could sustain before it fell in on the whole stupid bunch of them. Mystique was pretty sure the direct method would work, so she blurted out what was on her mind, in a way.
"How would you like to see your darling brother again?" Wanda's eyes went wide, and Mystique knew she had her; Her glass of orange juice shattered, and the juice was on the cabinets on the other side of the kitchen, but not Wanda. Among other casualties were the coffee pot and all the dishes in the cupboard behind Wanda. Mystique sighed again.
[How many times have I yelled at the boys for breaking dishes? At least now I won't have to anymore.]
"And do what?" Wanda didn't know it, and neither did Magneto, but Mystique had been hoping she would ask that. Mystique was pretty sure Wanda would never join Him, but she had worried for a minute.
"Anything you want. I won't stop you." Wanda knew there had to be a catch, some ace up Mystique's sleeve.
"There's a catch." Wanda was getting better at reading situations like this.
"Yes there is. You have to let me talk before you kill him."
[No way.]
"Fine, but after you're done talking I'm not going to stop for any reason." No need for Mystique to know what she was actually going to do.
"Good. We're leaving now." Mystique said, turning into a normal looking woman.
[I hope Pietro has the good sense to stay hidden untill I've said what needs to be said. I would hate for the good news to be diminished by a death in the family.]
Lance listened as Mystique and Wanda abducted his Jeep. When he thought they were safely out of reach he relaxed his fetal position, and opened the door next to him.
"Todd! They're gone. Get Fred up while you're in there."
"Yo, Fred, time to get up. Wanda and the Boss left. I'm gonna set up the Playstation, yo."
"I'll order the pizzas. What do you guys want on 'em?" Lance said grabbing the phone, while Todd pulled back the loose board in the living room and emerged with a large cd case and Playstation.
"You better get a lot of pizza, I'm really hungry." Fred said, as he pulled the coffee table in front of the television.
"I hate it when Fred says that, yo."
Wanda and Mystique are on their way there now, but Mystique said something about Pietro, didn't she? Of course she did. Why don't we check up on the guy everybody loves to hate?
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Next Chapter: Pietro. Read and Review please.
I just read the reviews for the last chapter, and they made me so happy I decided to update immediatly. Once again I own nada.And yes Toad_Fan, he's in it.
Saturday, 8:15 am, Brotherhood of Mutants' home
The room looked peaceful enough, but Todd wasn't taking any chances. He hopped quietly in, dodging shoes and broken bits of furniture as he headed toward the bed.
No matter how many times he'd done this, he never got used to it. He always felt like he was walking into a trap when it was his turn to wake up Wanda. She would be especially mad because today was a Saturday.
He cautiously hopped over to where the Scarlet Witch was sleeping. He gathered up his nerve and started to say the scariest entence known to mutant.
"Yo, Wanda, time to get up. The boss wants you."
Wanda opened her eyes immediately, as if she had sensed him entering and had wanted to surprise him. Todd backed out of Wanda's room a lot faster than he entered. She rolled out of bed and levitated a large lamp toward him for good measure. He got to the door just in time.
Since Wanda was a firm believer in saving your energy, she decided he would think twice before coming in uninvited on a Saturday. Wanda went to her closet and pulled out the clothes she would wear that day. She had just come out of the shower, and was about to get dressed when Lance came in.
"Wanda, Mystique says. . . Good Lord!" Lance's eyes went wide before he covered them. Wanda threw Lance into the wall opposite her room, and slammed her door. Lance was busy thanking God he was still alive when Wanda emerged fully clothed and scowling at Lance, who curled into a fetal position against the wall.
Wanda leaned over and looked straight into Lance's eyes and asked her question very slowly, so the moron would understand.
"What did Mystique say?" Wanda had enough of this. Whatever Mystique wanted would just have to wait.
"Get downstairs now." Lance whispered, praying Wanda would continue to have mercy on him.
Lance cringed when Wanda pulled her head back, but relaxed slightly when she started down the hall.
Wanda had decided to tell Mystique that if they were going to trash another mall it would have to wait. She was only getting up for revenge or waffles, and she knew they didn't have a waffle iron.
Mystique was in the kitchen when Wanda found her. Wanda nonchalantly poured herself some juice while Mystique was slurping coffee like a two year old with soup.
"Hello Wanda. I have a proposition to make."
Wanda knew that voice. Mystique was always using it with the boys. Obey me or else. Wanda could use evil voices too though.
"What?"
Mystique sighed. Obviously the boys had done a bad job of waking Wanda up without upsetting her. Well they would be buying their own donuts this morning.
Wanda was seriously considering seeing how much more damage the brotherhood place could sustain before it fell in on the whole stupid bunch of them. Mystique was pretty sure the direct method would work, so she blurted out what was on her mind, in a way.
"How would you like to see your darling brother again?" Wanda's eyes went wide, and Mystique knew she had her; Her glass of orange juice shattered, and the juice was on the cabinets on the other side of the kitchen, but not Wanda. Among other casualties were the coffee pot and all the dishes in the cupboard behind Wanda. Mystique sighed again.
[How many times have I yelled at the boys for breaking dishes? At least now I won't have to anymore.]
"And do what?" Wanda didn't know it, and neither did Magneto, but Mystique had been hoping she would ask that. Mystique was pretty sure Wanda would never join Him, but she had worried for a minute.
"Anything you want. I won't stop you." Wanda knew there had to be a catch, some ace up Mystique's sleeve.
"There's a catch." Wanda was getting better at reading situations like this.
"Yes there is. You have to let me talk before you kill him."
[No way.]
"Fine, but after you're done talking I'm not going to stop for any reason." No need for Mystique to know what she was actually going to do.
"Good. We're leaving now." Mystique said, turning into a normal looking woman.
[I hope Pietro has the good sense to stay hidden untill I've said what needs to be said. I would hate for the good news to be diminished by a death in the family.]
Lance listened as Mystique and Wanda abducted his Jeep. When he thought they were safely out of reach he relaxed his fetal position, and opened the door next to him.
"Todd! They're gone. Get Fred up while you're in there."
"Yo, Fred, time to get up. Wanda and the Boss left. I'm gonna set up the Playstation, yo."
"I'll order the pizzas. What do you guys want on 'em?" Lance said grabbing the phone, while Todd pulled back the loose board in the living room and emerged with a large cd case and Playstation.
"You better get a lot of pizza, I'm really hungry." Fred said, as he pulled the coffee table in front of the television.
"I hate it when Fred says that, yo."
Wanda and Mystique are on their way there now, but Mystique said something about Pietro, didn't she? Of course she did. Why don't we check up on the guy everybody loves to hate?
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Next Chapter: Pietro. Read and Review please.