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Baby Psycho-
Thanks to all of those who reviewed my first chapter, this second one is dedicated to you. I hope you enjoy it.
A word of warning though, I hardly ever update this quickly I guess its because it's raining and my choices were either writing or homework.
DISCLAIMER- I don't own X-men evolution, though I do own the stray cat that lives with the Brotherhood
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One of Those Days
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They drove through the streets, the houses were getting smaller and uglier as they went. They actually lived a far distance away from the school, it was a half-hour drive each morning. Finally Lance took the turn-off that led them to their street.
They pulled up to the double storey house, it was no mansion, definitely not as good as Xavier's place. It was however, a lot nicer than some of their neighbouring houses. At least they bothered to mow the lawn every now and then. Lance parked the car in its usual spot, careful not to hit the stray cat that roamed on their property.
Lance took his time in walking to the front door, the warm sunlight making him sluggish in his actions. He gazed around the yard, the bright green grass, the specks of colour that came from those obnoxious weeds and the garden gnome that they had stolen from the old lady next door. It was all his, well maybe not the gnome.
He paused at the door, for a second he imagined the house after it was fixed up. The yard would have a few trees and the rotted verandah would be replaced with a new platform and a nice seat where he could sit and watch the world fly by. Lance shook his head roughly, the sun was getting to him. The house was fine as it was now, he had a bed, what else did he need.
The inside of the house was much the same as the outside, bare and impersonal. The scant pieces of furniture that they had acquired left the whole place with an empty feeling. Todd was seated Indian style on the couch, totally immersed in some cartoon. The rest of the house was quiet, quite unusual when the other two were somewhere inside.
"Where's Fred?" asked Lance
Todd didn't seem to hear him, if he did there was no sign. Lance waited for a second before getting impatient.
"TODD" he snapped.
Todd looked up at him, surprised that Lance was talking to him. Lance asked his question again, before Todd's attention span wavered in the direction of the TV.
"Todd do you know where Fred and Pietro are?"
Todd shook his head and turned back to his cartoons, then as an afterthought he shoved the cookie tin in Lance's general direction. Lance sighed as he scooped up a handful of choc-chip biscuits, sometimes Todd acted just like a little kid.
He wandered around the house, checking all the regular haunts of Fred, first the kitchen, then the bedrooms but they were all empty. He was about to give up his search when a familiar noise filtered its way down from the attic. Lance thought he was hearing things and was about to dismiss it, but curiosity got the better of him.
He tugged at the fold-down stairs that led up to the attic, they stayed firmly lodged in the ceiling. He pulled harder this time and was rewarded with a centimetre opening. The music got louder, and Lance gave it a final tug this time using his whole body weight.
The stairs swung down, the thump that his footsteps made was drowned out by the noise of a radio. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the attic, it was full of junk that had lived there longer than he had.
The attic was surprisingly large and he couldn't immediately see where the music was coming from. He ventured deeper into the darkness, he made sure that he tread carefully, the wood could be rotted and any sudden steps could find him falling through the floor.
The dusty piles that were covered with sheets caught his interest, maybe they could come up on the weekend and go through this stuff. There might be something they could sell for some extra cash, god knows they needed it.
The source of the music came into view as he rounded the corner. Pietro was in the middle of a large clearing, boxes had been stacked around it like an arena, on one of these sat Lance's radio.
A flash anger went through his body as he realised that Pietro had taken his radio without asking. The anger melted out of him as he the next song started and Pietro started moving to the beat, just before the lyrics started Fred stepped out of the shadows and tried to copy the smaller boys movement.
Lance watched as Pietro started to dance and as before, Fred copied his moves. He was so ingrossed in the spectacle that he didn't even notice that he had walked into plain view. Pietro froze as he spun round and caught sight of their leader. Fred didn't notice and kept on dancing.
Once the song had finished, Lance clapped in mock applause. The larger mutant turned a bright red and immediately tried to hide in the shadows. Lance raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Pietro.
Pietro grinned and said," I'm teaching Freddy how to dance. School ones on soon and'e wants to take this girl he knows but he doesn't want to embarrass himself", Lance nodded feeling foolish just standing there.
He turned to leave but was broken off by Pietro's quick speech, "Are you going with that X-girl you like?"
Lance shook his head, Kitty didn't want to be seen talking to him. Sure she giggled at him whenever he walked past, but that was because she had a thing for 'bad boys'. In all reality he probably wouldn't go.
"Well you know how to dance, you can help me teach Fred" and before he knew it, Lance found himself in the arena with two expectant gazes on him. He shook his head and tried to leave the arena.
He was halfway across the room when Fred spoke, it was quietly but Lance heard it anyway. "He probably can't dance". Lance turned around, his pride was on line he would show Fred.
The music started and Lance began dancing, at first he was embarrassed but after a while he got into it and started showing off. He was so absorbed in his own world that he hardly noticed when Fred and Pietro joined him in dancing.
The sun caught itself on the frenzied dust particles, the three boys were oblivious to the time. They were enjoying themselves too much to notice that it had been almost an hour since they started dancing.
Todd had crept in, but unlike Lance he had kept to the shadows until he made it next to the radio. He was sitting on top of a cardboard box, his knees huddled to his chest and his feet tapping away with the tunes.
He was only noticed when Fred bent over panting, once he realised that he was caught out he offered them a shrug. Lance was feeling a bit self- conscious, he realised that dancing around in an attic was more than a bit stupid.
He was about to turn off the radio when Todd spoke up, "Yo, I could teach you how to ballroom dance"
Pietro turned to him with a sceptical look on his face, " how do you know ballroom dancing?"
Todd just adjusted with the tuning on the radio until he found some suitable music, then started to waltz with an imaginary partner. Fred found a partner, he grabbed an old brass hat stand and let Todd instruct him.
"1,2,3 1,2,3 1,2,3 ...change"
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Only when Lance tripped over an uneven floorboard, did they realise that the sun was setting and the room was cast with shadows. This time when they stopped there was no uncomfortable feeling, somehow things had changed.
They had each walked into the attic as strangers but they were walking out of it as housemates.
Somehow during their hours of dancing a bond had grown between them, it wasn't just that they were mutants, outcasts or that they each had their horror stories to tell. This was a bond that would develop over time into something stronger than friendship.
But that was all in the future, as was troubles they would never of guessed.
They turned off the radio and unplugged it from the wall, Fred picked it up and carried it with him as he carefully climbed down the stairs. Todd yelled out something about dinner before he hopped off into the darkness.
Pietro rolled his eyes at the youngest boy's antics before speeding off after him to prepare their dinner, probably some strange concoction of rice and pizza.
Lance was the last on down the attic stairs. He began to fold the ladder up, ready to lock it back into place. There was a shout from downstairs, then a crash. Lance looked at the ladder again, then to the hallway where the shouts were coming from.
With a little noise that was his vocalised form of a shrug, Lance left the staircase open and sauntered off down the hall.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review. Please?
Thanks to my inspiration, who I caught dancing around the kitchen in their pyjamas this morning.
Thanks to all of those who reviewed my first chapter, this second one is dedicated to you. I hope you enjoy it.
A word of warning though, I hardly ever update this quickly I guess its because it's raining and my choices were either writing or homework.
DISCLAIMER- I don't own X-men evolution, though I do own the stray cat that lives with the Brotherhood
^ ^ ^ ^
One of Those Days
^ ^ ^ ^
They drove through the streets, the houses were getting smaller and uglier as they went. They actually lived a far distance away from the school, it was a half-hour drive each morning. Finally Lance took the turn-off that led them to their street.
They pulled up to the double storey house, it was no mansion, definitely not as good as Xavier's place. It was however, a lot nicer than some of their neighbouring houses. At least they bothered to mow the lawn every now and then. Lance parked the car in its usual spot, careful not to hit the stray cat that roamed on their property.
Lance took his time in walking to the front door, the warm sunlight making him sluggish in his actions. He gazed around the yard, the bright green grass, the specks of colour that came from those obnoxious weeds and the garden gnome that they had stolen from the old lady next door. It was all his, well maybe not the gnome.
He paused at the door, for a second he imagined the house after it was fixed up. The yard would have a few trees and the rotted verandah would be replaced with a new platform and a nice seat where he could sit and watch the world fly by. Lance shook his head roughly, the sun was getting to him. The house was fine as it was now, he had a bed, what else did he need.
The inside of the house was much the same as the outside, bare and impersonal. The scant pieces of furniture that they had acquired left the whole place with an empty feeling. Todd was seated Indian style on the couch, totally immersed in some cartoon. The rest of the house was quiet, quite unusual when the other two were somewhere inside.
"Where's Fred?" asked Lance
Todd didn't seem to hear him, if he did there was no sign. Lance waited for a second before getting impatient.
"TODD" he snapped.
Todd looked up at him, surprised that Lance was talking to him. Lance asked his question again, before Todd's attention span wavered in the direction of the TV.
"Todd do you know where Fred and Pietro are?"
Todd shook his head and turned back to his cartoons, then as an afterthought he shoved the cookie tin in Lance's general direction. Lance sighed as he scooped up a handful of choc-chip biscuits, sometimes Todd acted just like a little kid.
He wandered around the house, checking all the regular haunts of Fred, first the kitchen, then the bedrooms but they were all empty. He was about to give up his search when a familiar noise filtered its way down from the attic. Lance thought he was hearing things and was about to dismiss it, but curiosity got the better of him.
He tugged at the fold-down stairs that led up to the attic, they stayed firmly lodged in the ceiling. He pulled harder this time and was rewarded with a centimetre opening. The music got louder, and Lance gave it a final tug this time using his whole body weight.
The stairs swung down, the thump that his footsteps made was drowned out by the noise of a radio. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the attic, it was full of junk that had lived there longer than he had.
The attic was surprisingly large and he couldn't immediately see where the music was coming from. He ventured deeper into the darkness, he made sure that he tread carefully, the wood could be rotted and any sudden steps could find him falling through the floor.
The dusty piles that were covered with sheets caught his interest, maybe they could come up on the weekend and go through this stuff. There might be something they could sell for some extra cash, god knows they needed it.
The source of the music came into view as he rounded the corner. Pietro was in the middle of a large clearing, boxes had been stacked around it like an arena, on one of these sat Lance's radio.
A flash anger went through his body as he realised that Pietro had taken his radio without asking. The anger melted out of him as he the next song started and Pietro started moving to the beat, just before the lyrics started Fred stepped out of the shadows and tried to copy the smaller boys movement.
Lance watched as Pietro started to dance and as before, Fred copied his moves. He was so ingrossed in the spectacle that he didn't even notice that he had walked into plain view. Pietro froze as he spun round and caught sight of their leader. Fred didn't notice and kept on dancing.
Once the song had finished, Lance clapped in mock applause. The larger mutant turned a bright red and immediately tried to hide in the shadows. Lance raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Pietro.
Pietro grinned and said," I'm teaching Freddy how to dance. School ones on soon and'e wants to take this girl he knows but he doesn't want to embarrass himself", Lance nodded feeling foolish just standing there.
He turned to leave but was broken off by Pietro's quick speech, "Are you going with that X-girl you like?"
Lance shook his head, Kitty didn't want to be seen talking to him. Sure she giggled at him whenever he walked past, but that was because she had a thing for 'bad boys'. In all reality he probably wouldn't go.
"Well you know how to dance, you can help me teach Fred" and before he knew it, Lance found himself in the arena with two expectant gazes on him. He shook his head and tried to leave the arena.
He was halfway across the room when Fred spoke, it was quietly but Lance heard it anyway. "He probably can't dance". Lance turned around, his pride was on line he would show Fred.
The music started and Lance began dancing, at first he was embarrassed but after a while he got into it and started showing off. He was so absorbed in his own world that he hardly noticed when Fred and Pietro joined him in dancing.
The sun caught itself on the frenzied dust particles, the three boys were oblivious to the time. They were enjoying themselves too much to notice that it had been almost an hour since they started dancing.
Todd had crept in, but unlike Lance he had kept to the shadows until he made it next to the radio. He was sitting on top of a cardboard box, his knees huddled to his chest and his feet tapping away with the tunes.
He was only noticed when Fred bent over panting, once he realised that he was caught out he offered them a shrug. Lance was feeling a bit self- conscious, he realised that dancing around in an attic was more than a bit stupid.
He was about to turn off the radio when Todd spoke up, "Yo, I could teach you how to ballroom dance"
Pietro turned to him with a sceptical look on his face, " how do you know ballroom dancing?"
Todd just adjusted with the tuning on the radio until he found some suitable music, then started to waltz with an imaginary partner. Fred found a partner, he grabbed an old brass hat stand and let Todd instruct him.
"1,2,3 1,2,3 1,2,3 ...change"
^ ^ ^ ^
Only when Lance tripped over an uneven floorboard, did they realise that the sun was setting and the room was cast with shadows. This time when they stopped there was no uncomfortable feeling, somehow things had changed.
They had each walked into the attic as strangers but they were walking out of it as housemates.
Somehow during their hours of dancing a bond had grown between them, it wasn't just that they were mutants, outcasts or that they each had their horror stories to tell. This was a bond that would develop over time into something stronger than friendship.
But that was all in the future, as was troubles they would never of guessed.
They turned off the radio and unplugged it from the wall, Fred picked it up and carried it with him as he carefully climbed down the stairs. Todd yelled out something about dinner before he hopped off into the darkness.
Pietro rolled his eyes at the youngest boy's antics before speeding off after him to prepare their dinner, probably some strange concoction of rice and pizza.
Lance was the last on down the attic stairs. He began to fold the ladder up, ready to lock it back into place. There was a shout from downstairs, then a crash. Lance looked at the ladder again, then to the hallway where the shouts were coming from.
With a little noise that was his vocalised form of a shrug, Lance left the staircase open and sauntered off down the hall.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review. Please?
Thanks to my inspiration, who I caught dancing around the kitchen in their pyjamas this morning.