Time for a little bit of Vengeance. This isn't the length you should expect from now on. I will continue with the normal chapter lengths, this one just ended up being short.
Chapter 33: Vengeance 101
Kyle and Amara grinned, as they surveyed their handy work. Well, Amara surveyed it, Kyle just stood and looked over it.
It had taken quite a bit of muscle power, and more than a few close calls, but they had finally managed to set up their vengeance for their classmates. As Amara swirled the keys on her finger, she smirked, then placed them in the chest pocket of her T-shirt.
As the other Xavier institute children woke up, they found that, for the most part, none of them were in their own rooms.
Bobby woke up to find Jubilee curled up against him. As he jumped up, very surprised, Jubilee's left arm jerked to follow his right, bringing her out of her sleep in a painful manner.
As Piotr woke, he found that Tabby was awake, lying next to him, and handcuffed to him, her left to his right.
The other couples woke to find themselves in similar straights. They all charged out of their rooms to find Kyle and Amara, fully dressed, both laughing their asses off. When they bore down on them, intent on murder, Kyle held up a flimsy object, which quickly turned out to be a photograph of Rahne curled up against Sam, her head and right arm resting on his chest.
"We've got photos of all of you in similar positions. We're going to un-cuff you. You all go get dressed, and come back out here. Then, we're going to re-cuff you, and go to a movie. If you can go through the movie without touching one another, beyond holding hands, we'll un-cuff you. And before you say anything, if you don't, well, these photos will find their way to a few teachers. Not to mention Logan."
Grumbling, the students complied. When Shadowcat proposed the idea of her grabbing the keys, they all watched as Amara simply patted the breast pocket of her T-shirt. Unfortunately, it was a fairly tight T-shirt, which dissuaded Kitty from trying to grab the keys.
As the X-Men reassembled, and were once again cuffed together, they shot looks of pure malice at their captors.
"Don't glare at us." Said Amara.
"You only are getting what you deserved. We've already chosen the movie, and it's only two hours long."
With that re-assurance, the group of teenage mutants departed, heading off to the theater, where Amara bought the tickets, and the group headed in.
When the group reached the theater, Kurt finally saw the title of the movie.
"NEIN!!" He called out "Vat kind of demented psychopaths are you?"
Amanda looked at him, "What's wrong?"
"Zis movie! Mein Schwester made me go see it vith 'er. It is, vithout a doubt, the scariest movie made in ze last ten yearz."
As the others who had seen the movie nodded in agreement, Kyle smirked.
"And Amara's already seen it. I really don't have that problem. And I know that only half of you have seen it. And, oh, look at that, each of your significant others... hasn't."
As Kyle grinned evilly, Amara spoke up. "I'll be sitting behind you all. If I see any touching... no key for you. And each pair of cuffs has a different key."
The group of X-Men sighed, and walked into the theater. Surprisingly, it was nearly empty.
"This movie's been out a while, by the way." Said Kyle, as he and Amara chose seats that were, while within touching distance, positioned so that they had the optimal observation abilities on their captive charges.
And so began the hardest two-hour stretch of self-control that any of the X-Men who were handcuffed together had faced in their lives. The movie was the classical slasher style movie, although, when there were three different slashers, each working on their own, things tended to be pulse-pounding. Kitty nearly jumped into Lance's lap at one point, only stopping as she recalled the threat on their heads.
Finally, the movie ended, and the various X-Men were handed the keys to their handcuffs outside the theater. As they started to unlock the cuffs, Amara grinned.
"Oops. I gave each of you the wrong key! Oh well, you'll just have to figure out whose is whose."
As the two of them walked back towards the hotel, Amara leaning her head against Kyle's arm, she said, over her shoulder.
"That's what you get for trying to play matchmaker! As mushy as it sounds, try something a little more romantic next time!" With that, they left the sight of their outraged comrades.
