Immovable


Chapter 4


AN: Man, it's been a while. I'm very, very aware of that fact. I'm really sorry, too. And I'm gonna go ahead and warn you all:: I really don't think that this chapter is all that great. It's been so long since I wrote the first three chapters, I've kinda... lost the voice I had then. And this chapter is really short, for which I apologize. But, there is a reason. I'm really not sure where I want to take this. This has definitely become AU. So, any suggestions/questions/comments you all have will definitely influence where this fic will go.


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After dinner Lance made good on his promise to explain everything to me. He led me to the game room, and told me what had happened in my absence. Everything. From Pietro's betrayal to Mystique showing up and telling the Brotherhood they were moving to their discovery that Magneto was their new boss.


I was shocked. Pietro was in with the enemy? And we were in with the enemy? And the enemy was who we had been in with to begin with? I shook my head.


"Are you sure Pietro ratted us out to Magneto?" I asked. Lance nodded. I processed the concept. Pietro had betrayed us to his father. I guess blood does count for more than just friendship and loyalty, but that didn't explain why he hadn't included his twin sister. No wonder she was so upset. Though I do have to wonder about the wisdom of turning on the most unpredictable mutant in the house.


Well, at least I think she is. I don't know anything about the other mutants, the new recruits. I asked Lance about it, and he gave me a brief description of them. A guy who blows stuff up, a fire handler, a metal guy.


They made the earthquake-maker, fat guy, frog boy, and crazy girl seem kinda pathetic, really. No wonder we were the backup replacements. With those three, plus Sabretooth and Mystique, Magneto had a rockin' team. We were the expendable ones in this bunch, for sure.


I'm not really sure where to put the fast boy in that equation. He was supposed to be part of us, after all, but if he's siding with them... I don't really want to put him in with us, the Brotherhood, anymore. He lost that right when he led us to battle knowing that some of us might not make it out. That some of us might be captured, and experimented on, and practically starved.


That I would be captured, and experimented on, and practically starved.


I don't care that I'm supposed to be one of them now too. I can't bring myself to really trust anyone who will allow me to be captured for that long. I want to shudder just thinking about that cell, and those long hungry days stuck there. I don't want to even remember that time. I would be happy if those long days and longer nights just no longer were even in my mind.


Maybe one of those telepaths, like the mind witch, would fix it for me. They can control our minds, no reason to think they can't go in and erase them too.


The thought makes me shiver. I don't want to have a gaping hole in my mind. That would be like losing a part of my soul. I might not miss it at first, but eventually, its absence would drive me mad. Sure, there were bad, bad times down there in that cell. But I'll get past it. I always get past the bad times. I'm immovable, after all, and that should include my emotions.


Lance was still talking, I realized. He was saying something about the X-Geek's mansion getting blown to kingdom come by Mystique. Wow. That is seriously awesome. I decide to interrupt him. "She got to blow it up?"


"Yeah," Lance said, grinning. "You should have seen their faces when they saw the burning rubble."


I couldn't help but laugh. So the X-Men finally found out what it's like being left without a home. I wonder if it helped their overly pampered attitudes any, but I doubt that it did. They are just stupidly optimistic at times. Or, rather, all the time.


Todd came bouncing into the game room just them.


"Hey, Freddy, you wanna play air hockey?" he asked.


"Sure," I replied.


Lance stood up. "I've gotta split."


"You don't want to play?" I asked, motioning towards the air hockey table.


Lance shook his head. "I don't want to. You have fun though."


He left the room, and me and Todd began to play. An hour later, my arm ached, I had been hit with the puck fourteen times, and we were deadlocked.


Neither one of us had scored against the other in ten minutes. The score was tied. I was tiring, but I knew Todd was too, by his lack of enthusiastic remarks regarding my mad skills. The puck slammed from one side of the table to the other, and clanked as we both expertly blocked it.


Finally, I scored.


"YES!!" I bellowed triumphantly.


Todd stuck his tongue out at me. I make a movement to go and pound him, in the friendliest way possible, of course, when I hear someone behind us.


We both turn, me with my fist still raised over Todd's head. Wanda stood there, scowling.


"Hi?" I said. She just looked at us. I glanced down at Todd, but he just shrugged.


Wanda finally sighed and spoke. "We need to talk."




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~Persephone