Once again, It is I! Jjah-Jjah! I'm so happy! I got two reviews! I only
got one review on the first day of my first fic! :-D (See how starved for
attention I am? Have pity!)
Anyhoo. Just so you all know, I'm not completely happy with this chapter, but I'll give it about an 85. Oh well.
You should also know that Sigmund is still at large! I'm thinking of offering a reward. In retaliation, I'm having muse tryouts. So far I've got Anise the Pink Lawn Flamingo, Bubba the Woodchuck, Ed the Purple Lawn Flamingo, and that's about it.
This chapter is dedicated to my old imaginary friends, Bob, who ran away, Francis, who went Antarctica and never came back, and Ana, who dissolved and got sucked down the drain.
Disclaimer: If I owned X-men, Kurt would be mine, and I would be the main character in the series. But he doesn't, and I'm not, so I must not own X-men. Go fig..
You must all review this chapter! I will be forced to hunt you down if you do not!
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Chapter Two: A Realization
Wanda leaned back and stretched in a cat-like fashion. Then she sat down on the ledge of the building. Dully, she watched the people below, going about their daily lives. None of them bothered to look up, so none of them saw the red-clad girl watching them.
It was high noon. Wanda reached over to the sack lunch she had bought herself and munched on a bag of chips. Her mind wandered from eating to the topics of the month: her past and the weird dreams she had been having.
Ever since the first dream, she had been plagued by strange dreams. None however, managed to equal the clarity and strangeness of the first.
Wanda bit her tongue and hissed in pain, the taste of blood entering her mouth. She threw the bag away and pulled herself off the ledge of the building. She lied back on the sun-warmed roof and tucked her hands behind her head. It wasn't as if she had anything better to do.
She watched fluffy white clouds blow across the pale blue sky and wrinkled her brow in concentration. Watching the clouds. Try as she might she couldn't remember ever doing such a thing before. With that thought swimming in her head, she fell asleep.
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*I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves!
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves!
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves,
And this is how it goes!
I know a song that gets on ever--*
"Ok! I give! Have mercy!" Nine-year-old Wanda clasped her hands over her ears and rolled in agony on the floor of her cell.
*Ha! I told you, you didn't stand a chance! Draw the grid, loser!*
Wanda groaned and began drawing a tic-tac-toe grid on the floor with a charcoal stick she had found. "Do you want to be X's or O's?"
*You seem to be an X person, so I'll take the O's. You go first.*
Wanda scrawled an X in a bottom square of the grid and then waited patiently. She had discovered a while ago, that her imaginary friend Jillian could see through Wanda's own eyes when the occasion called for it. Tic-tac-toe for example. The little girl managed a smile as the familiar tingling sensation started in her eyes; the signal that Jillian was "looking" at the game board.
*The far left square on the top row.*
Only a few minutes later, Wanda had scored a diagonal win.
*No fair! I lost!*
"Well, you did win the last three games."
*Only because I read your mind.*
"What?!!"
*Crap, err. Nothing!*
"You're the only person I know who has to read a person's mind to win tic- tac-toe!"
*I'll have you know that tic-tac-toe is a challenging game.*
"Mm hmm, right up there with basket weaving and watching paint dry."
It was then that a scuffling noise outside the door signaled the beginning of Wanda's weekly check-up. Wanda frowned, upset that the conversation had been rudely interrupted. The door squealed open to reveal several white-clad hospital workers who looked like they had just been sent to battle in Vietnam.
Jillian began to speak in an announcer's voice.
*Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! Welcome to the Greatest Show On Earth! I'm Jillian, the infamous imaginary friend, and it looks like we're going to have quite a turnout tonight!*
Wanda stood up and tried her best to look like she was possessed by the archfiend. She stared through the dark locks of her hair, unblinking. Her facial expression was stoic. She allowed the anger to seethe up her body. The dark memories of betrayal, abandonment, and rage clouded her senses till all she could see was red.
*The excitement is building, folks! What demonic acts of torture will our hero perform on the poor hospital saps, today! I'm so excited!*
She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to listen to their excuses for why she was here. She didn't want to be poked and prodded by their stupid doctors. She just wanted to be left the hell alone.
So she exploded.
With an unearthly screech, the walls began to shake and at least three of the workers were thrown against a wall. All the light bulbs outside in the hallway popped in a shower of sparks and ceiling tiles began to fall.
*Yahoo! Go Wanda! Kick their behinds!*
The remaining workers rushed towards her with a straight jacket and a tranquilizer. Wanda avoided them with practiced ease; slipping from their grasps like a ferret. What objects there were in the room began to levitate. One worker was smacked in the face by a floating food tray and another was beaned by bedpan.
*See that one? The one with the ugly hair. He's the one that always makes fun of you all the time! Get him Wanda!*
Wanda did just that when the offending party's toupee burst into flame.
*Ha ha ha! No wonder his hair always looks like road kill! That was beautiful!*
Wanda ducked under an attempt to secure her into the straight jacket and ran out the open door. She had to escape; she had to! She reached the end of the hall when the alarm went off.
*Uh oh. We're so screwed!*
It was then that a seemingly endless number of hospital workers, doctors, and nurses came out of nowhere and wrestled her to the ground. Wanda struggled and screamed with all her might, but found herself strapped into a straight jacket and given a mild tranquilizer, nonetheless. She pulled at her bonds, but realized she couldn't move her arms an inch. If she couldn't move her arms, she couldn't conduct her power. All the chaos surrounding her slowly stopped.
*Well. That was a fiasco.*
"Oh, shut up." Wanda muttered under her breath. One of the men leading her to the infirmary looked at her strangely, and Wanda returned the favor with a death glare. They finally reached her personal check-up room. The bare one with nothing in it she could blow-up. Wanda was placed on the cold metal examination table and left there till the doctor would arrive.
"You enjoyed that didn't you?" Wanda said softly, so no one could hear her.
*You are my main source of entertainment.* Wanda snorted in reply. *Awww, come on. You know I love you, but I think you need to work on your escape skills.*
"What would you suggest, then?"
*Why don't you try skipping trying to escape a few times till they let their guard down and then go for it? You can still beat up the guys in white suits, though, because that's funny.*
Wanda smirked. "I'll try it, but I can't control it, you know that. I get angry, and then things just happen. It's not like I'm trying!"
*Your powers are connected to your emotions, big deal. You'll be able to control them better later. You're only nine, after all. Think how much butt you'll be able to kick when you're older! Be positive!*
"Positive?" Wanda wasn't sure whether she should laugh, cry, or scream bloody murder at that remark. She settled for a half-grin.
*Yes, positive. Think happy thoughts like, Care-bears, kittens, lollypops, and fluffy clouds! And how much fun we're going to have later when we hunt for the missing alligator of the Congo!*
Wanda blinked. Whenever Jillian talked crazier than normal, it meant that something was up. It was then that the realization hit.
"I am NOT going to play tic-tac-toe again!!!"
*Wanda! What ever made you think such a thing?*
"Why are you so obsessed with it anyway?! You can't even win without cheating!"
*Well, it's not my fault it's the only game I know that you can play with a piece of charcoal and a floor! I'm bored!*
Wanda sighed. "If I think of something else that we can play, will you promise never to play tic-tac-toe with me ever again?"
Jillian appeared to consider it for a moment.
*All right. But it has to be something interesting.*
"Deal." Wanda smiled as the doctor came in. Her mind was on the task of finding a game to appease her friend rather than the dreaded examination at hand.
***
The dream suddenly shifted from the faint feeling of satisfaction from an argument won, to skull splitting pain. Blue and red exploded behind closed eyelids, and ghastly faces seemed to scream in the swirling colors. Images flashed by so quickly, that it hurt to try to sort them out. She felt as if a weight had been placed on her chest, and she was going to explode with the pressure. She couldn't breathe.
Wanda woke gasping for air. She immediately shielded her eyes from the harsh sun and hunched over. A sick feeling found it's way into the pit of her stomach.
These dreams were not just quirks, she realized. They were too similar. They were too real. Something was very, very wrong. These were actually. These were memories. Real memories.
She felt a familiar surge of anger surround her like a warm cloak. She sank into it. She would wait. She wouldn't rush headfirst into the matter as she had done in the memory. She would wait and learn the real truth. And if it was what she suspected it was.
There would be hell to pay.
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Yay! You read this chapter! You're officially a good person. Now if you want to be an even better person, click the purple button. A little window will pop up. And you should write some stuff on it. Preferably good stuff, but bad stuff is ok, too. As long as you write stuff in general, I will we pleased.
I have to go now. You know. World domination and all.
Anyhoo. Just so you all know, I'm not completely happy with this chapter, but I'll give it about an 85. Oh well.
You should also know that Sigmund is still at large! I'm thinking of offering a reward. In retaliation, I'm having muse tryouts. So far I've got Anise the Pink Lawn Flamingo, Bubba the Woodchuck, Ed the Purple Lawn Flamingo, and that's about it.
This chapter is dedicated to my old imaginary friends, Bob, who ran away, Francis, who went Antarctica and never came back, and Ana, who dissolved and got sucked down the drain.
Disclaimer: If I owned X-men, Kurt would be mine, and I would be the main character in the series. But he doesn't, and I'm not, so I must not own X-men. Go fig..
You must all review this chapter! I will be forced to hunt you down if you do not!
***
Chapter Two: A Realization
Wanda leaned back and stretched in a cat-like fashion. Then she sat down on the ledge of the building. Dully, she watched the people below, going about their daily lives. None of them bothered to look up, so none of them saw the red-clad girl watching them.
It was high noon. Wanda reached over to the sack lunch she had bought herself and munched on a bag of chips. Her mind wandered from eating to the topics of the month: her past and the weird dreams she had been having.
Ever since the first dream, she had been plagued by strange dreams. None however, managed to equal the clarity and strangeness of the first.
Wanda bit her tongue and hissed in pain, the taste of blood entering her mouth. She threw the bag away and pulled herself off the ledge of the building. She lied back on the sun-warmed roof and tucked her hands behind her head. It wasn't as if she had anything better to do.
She watched fluffy white clouds blow across the pale blue sky and wrinkled her brow in concentration. Watching the clouds. Try as she might she couldn't remember ever doing such a thing before. With that thought swimming in her head, she fell asleep.
***
*I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves!
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves!
I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves,
And this is how it goes!
I know a song that gets on ever--*
"Ok! I give! Have mercy!" Nine-year-old Wanda clasped her hands over her ears and rolled in agony on the floor of her cell.
*Ha! I told you, you didn't stand a chance! Draw the grid, loser!*
Wanda groaned and began drawing a tic-tac-toe grid on the floor with a charcoal stick she had found. "Do you want to be X's or O's?"
*You seem to be an X person, so I'll take the O's. You go first.*
Wanda scrawled an X in a bottom square of the grid and then waited patiently. She had discovered a while ago, that her imaginary friend Jillian could see through Wanda's own eyes when the occasion called for it. Tic-tac-toe for example. The little girl managed a smile as the familiar tingling sensation started in her eyes; the signal that Jillian was "looking" at the game board.
*The far left square on the top row.*
Only a few minutes later, Wanda had scored a diagonal win.
*No fair! I lost!*
"Well, you did win the last three games."
*Only because I read your mind.*
"What?!!"
*Crap, err. Nothing!*
"You're the only person I know who has to read a person's mind to win tic- tac-toe!"
*I'll have you know that tic-tac-toe is a challenging game.*
"Mm hmm, right up there with basket weaving and watching paint dry."
It was then that a scuffling noise outside the door signaled the beginning of Wanda's weekly check-up. Wanda frowned, upset that the conversation had been rudely interrupted. The door squealed open to reveal several white-clad hospital workers who looked like they had just been sent to battle in Vietnam.
Jillian began to speak in an announcer's voice.
*Ladies and Gentlemen! Boys and Girls! Welcome to the Greatest Show On Earth! I'm Jillian, the infamous imaginary friend, and it looks like we're going to have quite a turnout tonight!*
Wanda stood up and tried her best to look like she was possessed by the archfiend. She stared through the dark locks of her hair, unblinking. Her facial expression was stoic. She allowed the anger to seethe up her body. The dark memories of betrayal, abandonment, and rage clouded her senses till all she could see was red.
*The excitement is building, folks! What demonic acts of torture will our hero perform on the poor hospital saps, today! I'm so excited!*
She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to listen to their excuses for why she was here. She didn't want to be poked and prodded by their stupid doctors. She just wanted to be left the hell alone.
So she exploded.
With an unearthly screech, the walls began to shake and at least three of the workers were thrown against a wall. All the light bulbs outside in the hallway popped in a shower of sparks and ceiling tiles began to fall.
*Yahoo! Go Wanda! Kick their behinds!*
The remaining workers rushed towards her with a straight jacket and a tranquilizer. Wanda avoided them with practiced ease; slipping from their grasps like a ferret. What objects there were in the room began to levitate. One worker was smacked in the face by a floating food tray and another was beaned by bedpan.
*See that one? The one with the ugly hair. He's the one that always makes fun of you all the time! Get him Wanda!*
Wanda did just that when the offending party's toupee burst into flame.
*Ha ha ha! No wonder his hair always looks like road kill! That was beautiful!*
Wanda ducked under an attempt to secure her into the straight jacket and ran out the open door. She had to escape; she had to! She reached the end of the hall when the alarm went off.
*Uh oh. We're so screwed!*
It was then that a seemingly endless number of hospital workers, doctors, and nurses came out of nowhere and wrestled her to the ground. Wanda struggled and screamed with all her might, but found herself strapped into a straight jacket and given a mild tranquilizer, nonetheless. She pulled at her bonds, but realized she couldn't move her arms an inch. If she couldn't move her arms, she couldn't conduct her power. All the chaos surrounding her slowly stopped.
*Well. That was a fiasco.*
"Oh, shut up." Wanda muttered under her breath. One of the men leading her to the infirmary looked at her strangely, and Wanda returned the favor with a death glare. They finally reached her personal check-up room. The bare one with nothing in it she could blow-up. Wanda was placed on the cold metal examination table and left there till the doctor would arrive.
"You enjoyed that didn't you?" Wanda said softly, so no one could hear her.
*You are my main source of entertainment.* Wanda snorted in reply. *Awww, come on. You know I love you, but I think you need to work on your escape skills.*
"What would you suggest, then?"
*Why don't you try skipping trying to escape a few times till they let their guard down and then go for it? You can still beat up the guys in white suits, though, because that's funny.*
Wanda smirked. "I'll try it, but I can't control it, you know that. I get angry, and then things just happen. It's not like I'm trying!"
*Your powers are connected to your emotions, big deal. You'll be able to control them better later. You're only nine, after all. Think how much butt you'll be able to kick when you're older! Be positive!*
"Positive?" Wanda wasn't sure whether she should laugh, cry, or scream bloody murder at that remark. She settled for a half-grin.
*Yes, positive. Think happy thoughts like, Care-bears, kittens, lollypops, and fluffy clouds! And how much fun we're going to have later when we hunt for the missing alligator of the Congo!*
Wanda blinked. Whenever Jillian talked crazier than normal, it meant that something was up. It was then that the realization hit.
"I am NOT going to play tic-tac-toe again!!!"
*Wanda! What ever made you think such a thing?*
"Why are you so obsessed with it anyway?! You can't even win without cheating!"
*Well, it's not my fault it's the only game I know that you can play with a piece of charcoal and a floor! I'm bored!*
Wanda sighed. "If I think of something else that we can play, will you promise never to play tic-tac-toe with me ever again?"
Jillian appeared to consider it for a moment.
*All right. But it has to be something interesting.*
"Deal." Wanda smiled as the doctor came in. Her mind was on the task of finding a game to appease her friend rather than the dreaded examination at hand.
***
The dream suddenly shifted from the faint feeling of satisfaction from an argument won, to skull splitting pain. Blue and red exploded behind closed eyelids, and ghastly faces seemed to scream in the swirling colors. Images flashed by so quickly, that it hurt to try to sort them out. She felt as if a weight had been placed on her chest, and she was going to explode with the pressure. She couldn't breathe.
Wanda woke gasping for air. She immediately shielded her eyes from the harsh sun and hunched over. A sick feeling found it's way into the pit of her stomach.
These dreams were not just quirks, she realized. They were too similar. They were too real. Something was very, very wrong. These were actually. These were memories. Real memories.
She felt a familiar surge of anger surround her like a warm cloak. She sank into it. She would wait. She wouldn't rush headfirst into the matter as she had done in the memory. She would wait and learn the real truth. And if it was what she suspected it was.
There would be hell to pay.
***
Yay! You read this chapter! You're officially a good person. Now if you want to be an even better person, click the purple button. A little window will pop up. And you should write some stuff on it. Preferably good stuff, but bad stuff is ok, too. As long as you write stuff in general, I will we pleased.
I have to go now. You know. World domination and all.