PREFACE/AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I don't own any of these characters and do not wish to take the credit for
owning or creating them, because I didn't. I am not doing this for profit
or money. So, to the people who actually did create these characters,
please don't sue me; I'm extremely poor.
MIA
She could hear her brother speeding around the house, grumbling and muttering to himself as he was apt to do when something was missing. Wanda leaned closer to her closed bedroom door, pulling her red faux-satin robe tightly around her shoulders. She wanted him out, gone, nowhere near the second floor . . . or the house, for that matter. He irritated her to no end.
Maybe it was his swishy, unmistakably feminine mannerisms, or maybe it was his cocky 'I was left in charge and therefore you should obey me' attitude that bothered her the most. Or maybe it was the fact that they were related; she didn't know, and she didn't care. She didn't like him, and she wanted him out of the house.
There was a sudden tapping at the door. It was a quick light sound that could only come from Pietro's girly bossy knuckles. Wanda bit back a scream of anger and opened the door enough to see his thin wiry frame.
"Have you seen Tolensky?" he demanded, his left hand planted firmly on his hip and his right hand scratching the back of his neck.
"He went to the mall," replied Wanda flatly.
Pietro swore and stalked away, not even bothering to thank her. Wanda watched him sulk down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it violently behind him. Wanda stood in her doorway. She could hear the distant muffled garble of the TV set, and knew that Fred was occupied. It didn't matter if he came upstairs anyway; he was practically deaf and naïve to boot. He'd never be able to figure out what she was up to. Lance, well, Lance wasn't terribly smart, but he had surprisingly good hearing. The moron was also perverted; if she made any noise whatsoever, he'd assume she was masturbating and sit outside the door. Then he'd be bound to hear more and her cover would be blown. Good thing he's out with Kitty, smirked Wanda.
And Pietro . . . she really hadn't thought he was so stupid. If he'd been half as observant as a leader should be, he would've noticed the lit candle she was holding and the sneakers on the floor near her bare feet. Sneakers that were worn and covered in duct tape and that clearly didn't belong to her. Wanda sighed, turning away from the door.
"So," she said, glancing at Todd, "where were we?"
"Um . . . " He drummed his fingers nervously against the arms of the chair that he was tied to. His cheeks had gone crimson. "I forget . . . "
"You naughty boy!" she giggled as she approached to him, climbing onto his lp, straddling him. "I'll just have to remind you then, won't I?"
He nodded vigorously, and she leaned in.
She kissed him, tilting the candle ever so slightly, allowing the wax to dribble onto his bare shoulders and chest. His screech of pain was muffled by her lips, but she could feel him trembling with pleasure. She pulled away, blowing the candle out and reaching for the whip that lay on the ground near the chair.
As far as Pietro would be concerned, Todd Tolensky would be MIA for a very long time.
MIA
She could hear her brother speeding around the house, grumbling and muttering to himself as he was apt to do when something was missing. Wanda leaned closer to her closed bedroom door, pulling her red faux-satin robe tightly around her shoulders. She wanted him out, gone, nowhere near the second floor . . . or the house, for that matter. He irritated her to no end.
Maybe it was his swishy, unmistakably feminine mannerisms, or maybe it was his cocky 'I was left in charge and therefore you should obey me' attitude that bothered her the most. Or maybe it was the fact that they were related; she didn't know, and she didn't care. She didn't like him, and she wanted him out of the house.
There was a sudden tapping at the door. It was a quick light sound that could only come from Pietro's girly bossy knuckles. Wanda bit back a scream of anger and opened the door enough to see his thin wiry frame.
"Have you seen Tolensky?" he demanded, his left hand planted firmly on his hip and his right hand scratching the back of his neck.
"He went to the mall," replied Wanda flatly.
Pietro swore and stalked away, not even bothering to thank her. Wanda watched him sulk down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it violently behind him. Wanda stood in her doorway. She could hear the distant muffled garble of the TV set, and knew that Fred was occupied. It didn't matter if he came upstairs anyway; he was practically deaf and naïve to boot. He'd never be able to figure out what she was up to. Lance, well, Lance wasn't terribly smart, but he had surprisingly good hearing. The moron was also perverted; if she made any noise whatsoever, he'd assume she was masturbating and sit outside the door. Then he'd be bound to hear more and her cover would be blown. Good thing he's out with Kitty, smirked Wanda.
And Pietro . . . she really hadn't thought he was so stupid. If he'd been half as observant as a leader should be, he would've noticed the lit candle she was holding and the sneakers on the floor near her bare feet. Sneakers that were worn and covered in duct tape and that clearly didn't belong to her. Wanda sighed, turning away from the door.
"So," she said, glancing at Todd, "where were we?"
"Um . . . " He drummed his fingers nervously against the arms of the chair that he was tied to. His cheeks had gone crimson. "I forget . . . "
"You naughty boy!" she giggled as she approached to him, climbing onto his lp, straddling him. "I'll just have to remind you then, won't I?"
He nodded vigorously, and she leaned in.
She kissed him, tilting the candle ever so slightly, allowing the wax to dribble onto his bare shoulders and chest. His screech of pain was muffled by her lips, but she could feel him trembling with pleasure. She pulled away, blowing the candle out and reaching for the whip that lay on the ground near the chair.
As far as Pietro would be concerned, Todd Tolensky would be MIA for a very long time.
