Immovable Chapter 3

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Todd led the way downstairs and through many expensively decorated rooms until we reached the dining room. A large table, surrounded by a dozen chairs, was the only pieces of furniture in the room.

Wanda looked up from one side of the table and scowled. I guess she's still bitter. She was not happy when she found out that Mystique was still working for Magneto. That was a scary night.

Mystique had vaguely mentioned something about her 'boss' while muttering about how she didn't know why she put up with us. I think that was the day that we had an awesome water gun fight in the house. You put jell-o mix in the water and it's like paintball. Very fun. Unfortunately, Mystique had gotten in the crossfire. That's when she began to rant and rave and mutter. Wanda passed by the room just as Mystique said something along the lines of, "Next time I get reassigned to here, I'm quitting!"

Wanda stared into the room. "Reassigned?"

Mystique looked up and said, "What?"

"You said you were reassigned here. Who exactly reassigned you?" Wanda has nerve. Maybe it's the whole unbeatable-powers thing that gave the (supposedly) former looney the gall to question a sticky, raving Mystique.

"No one." Mystique said guardedly then gave Wanda her best Shut-Up-Before-I-Dismember-You glare.

"If it was a reassignment, then they'd already assigned you once." Wanda continued, unfazed by Mystique's glare. Things all around the living room began to shake at that point, a quick glance at Lance proved he wasn't responsible. "You're working for my father!" Wanda's voice edged on a shriek.

Mystique motioned for Agatha to come in the room. I hadn't even noticed the old lady hovering around the door until that point. Agatha began to mutter some weird words, and the shaking stopped. Wanda seemed to freeze in place, not moving a muscle, but her eyes were still filled with rage.

"Thank you, Agatha." Mystique said. "Wanda, Agatha has just paralyzed both your body and powers. Can I trust you to remain calm if she allows you movement?" She turned to Agatha. "Let her speak."

Wanda managed a weak "Yes."

"Okay. I will explain the...situation to you. Yes, I am still working for Magneto." Mystique started to pause when Wanda began to look like she was going to attack. "In fact, he arranged for your release, Wanda."

Wanda looked confused. "Why?"

"Lord knows." Mystique said with a sigh. "I suppose because you are very powerful, and we need that." She motioned towards me, Lance, Todd, and Pietro, who was cowering behind the couch. 'Do you think we could defeat Xavier with them?"

"Hey!" We all said, but Mystique didn't seem to care.

"Of course not. They're all imbeciles." Wanda said. "But I refuse to stay here, now that I know you're working for my father."

"I don't believe that would be a wise decision." Mystique said smoothly.

"What do you mean?" Wanda said. She was being amazingly calm. It was shocking.

"I mean," Mystique began, "That you are not allowed to leave us. You will be immediately institutionalized if you attempt to leave."

"What? You can't do that. I'm more powerful than all of you." Wanda said, now starting to show her rage.

"Not at the moment, my dear. In fact, I believe Agatha shall leave the power-dampening spell on you until you reach the logical conclusion concerning your team associations." With that, Mystique left the room. Wanda still stood there, looking shocked.

"I can't do anything." She said to us, and left the room.

She was sullen and even angrier for a long time after that. Still is, if you want to get into it.

Todd bumping into me startled me out of my reverie. "Sit down here." He said, motioning toward the seats across from Wanda. "These seats are mostly out of the line of fire."

Lance showed up a minute later, and picked the seat across from me.

"Hey, Freddy, how're you doing?" He asked me.

"Pretty good, I guess. It sucked down there. And I'm starved!" I said as the food was brought out by...

Magneto's new recruits?

"What are they doing here?" I whispered to Todd.

"They live here too." He whispered back.

"And Pietro?" I asked.

"Him, too. He's still a little banged up from the fight, but he's alright." Todd paused a second before speaking again. "He usually sits at the other end, with the new guys. Wanda isn't exactly thrilled at his presence, which is why we sit down here."

Wait a minute. The 'hood was sitting with Wanda the Loon instead of our buddy Pietro? Something's wrong here. I started to ask Todd, but Lance shook his head at me, and mouthed, "Later." Okay. That's even weirder. But then the food was set on the table, and I decided later was a reasonable time to discuss things.

Yum. Looks like we're having roast chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn on the cob, and green beans, and some kind of jambalaya. I guess the Cajun made that. I breathed in the delicious scents, then began to pile on the food. I haven't had a decent meal in three weeks, after all.

The 'hood guys didn't react to my helping sizes, they were used to it, but the new guys were a different story. They began made fun of me, and I just ignored it, after all, I'm used to it. But then Lance's eyes went white, and the room began to shake threateningly.

The new guys shut up immediately.

I smiled gratefully at Lance, and dug in. I definitely have some of the best friends in the world.

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~Persephone