It is I, Jjah-Jjah! Happy Turkey Day! In honor of the occasion, I have
brought in Ed's cousin Skreeeee the mutant turkey! Hello Skreeeee!
Skreeeee: Hello JJ! Thank you for having me!
You're welcome. Oh well. Life sucks. Moving on.
Be forewarned. I have decided that this story would be waaaay too big if I keep going with all I have planned so, this is the last chapter. . .
Don't cry! *no one cries* I'm putting everything else into a sequel called: Vermillion. It'll be out soon, don't worry. Now, onto the reviews! You all better review the sequel too! :-D
***
A girl and her muses: Thanks! The enemy of my enemy line is kinda one of those things your hear everywhere. I know I didn't hear it on YGO because I haven't seen any episode that have Dark Marik in them. Oh well.
Taineyah: Thank you! I shall.
Quaxo9: *blushes* You're sooo nice, thank you!
Storm-Pietro: We got *some* Pietro in the upcoming chapter, be happy!
roguehobbit: tehehe thanks! If I knew the *Expletive* that ran over my cat, I would go after him with a crowbar. The rxns of the BoM are here!
Wizardess Gal: Thanks for the review. Ack! I know I missed the disclaimer! What a bad person am I! Here's this one!
*** Disclaimer: Oh have mercy upon this poor worthless soul who has no life, car, money, or job and do not sue her for that which she admittedly does not profess to own or have stock or know anyone who does own it or has any affiliation with any species of llama whatsoever!!!! ***
Chapter Eight: Through
Something was vaguely not kosher. Toad glanced around the wrecked living room and scratched his head. Lance was out working on his jeep. Freddy was eating cheesy puffs while watching TV. Pietro was pouting because Freddy had control of the remote. And Wanda. . .
Wanda! That was it! It was nearly one o-clock and she still wasn't up yet! How could he have forgotten his one true love? Inspired, he leaped towards the stairs.
"I'm gonna go wake up Wanda, yo." He told the others rather pointlessly. They weren't paying any attention.
He scrambled down the hall towards Wanda's room and stopped. He could knock, or not. She would probably be pissed off anyway. So, he tried the door, and to his surprise, it was unlocked. He looked at the bed, and sure enough there was a big lump curled up under the covers.
He was just going to call her name. It passed his mind for a whole minute. But then his little amphibian mind got to work and he mused over how nice it would be to see Wanda all curled up asleep in her pajamas. So, he made his way, quietly to the bed and slowly pulled back the covers.
It wasn't Wanda.
And it also wasn't asleep.
As Lance entered the house his attention was caught by the sound of a bloodcurdling scream coming from upstairs. It also caught Freddy and Pietro's notice. They moved to look up the stairwell. They were shocked when a strange girl came down the stairs. She was in pajamas and slung over her shoulder was something wrapped in a bed sheet. From the objects size, and the voice coming from within, they surmised it was Toad.
The girl calmly walked past them towards the neglected laundry shoot. She opened it, shoved the objecting bundle inside, closed the shoot, and started back up the stairs again.
"Hey! Who the hell are you?" Lance snarled as soon as he got over his shock.
"Yeah! Little girls can get hurt in a place like this." Pietro added.
Freddy just stood there.
The girl turned to look at them. "I," she began, "am the current escapee from the land of the crazy people. I bring you joy and good tidings from the far eastern shore and the King of the Willow Warblers! Pleased to meet you!"
Lance and Pietro's expressions immediately mirrored Freddy's confused look.
"Look, I don't care where the heck you came from, but you can't stay here!" Lance frowned. Pietro nodded in agreement. They started towards the girl to throw her out of the house when a cold pissed-off voice stopped them dead in their tracks.
"Touch her, and you're dog meat!"
Wanda had arrived. She came down the stairs to stand beside the strange girl, who was smiling cheerfully.
"This is Jillian West." Wanda snarled. "She's a friend of mine. She got kicked out of her house for being a mutant, so she's staying here now."
"But Wanda," Pietro began, "we can't just let anyone stay here, you know! We're a highly exclusive group!"
Lance rolled his eyes. "On yeah, we're just like a secret club. Pietro. . ."
Jillian suddenly perked up. "Pietro?"
She shot down the stairs and grabbed Pietro's face in her hands. She examined him thoroughly and came to the conclusion that he did indeed share a physical resemblance to Wanda. She immediately hugged him, while Pietro looked weirded out.
"Wanda! You never told me your brother was so cute!"
Wanda looked at her disbelievingly, Lance coughed, Pietro struggled to free himself from Jillian's hold, and Freddy finally grasped the humor of the situation and began to laugh.
"Wanda, do I get clothes?" Asked Jillian.
"Yep. We're going shopping now. You can borrow some of mine."
"Yay!" Jillian released Pietro, flinging him into a wall and skipped up the stairs to Wanda's room.
Pietro recovered. "Wanda! We can't have her here! What if Magneto finds out?"
Wanda just barely managed to keep her anger hidden.
"I don't see why he would mind."
"And how do we know she isn't a spy from those X-freaks or something?"
"She's not. I guarantee it." Wanda captured her twin's gaze with a cold glare.
Pietro shivered and grumbled, "All right, she can stay. But if anything happens you're in big trouble."
Wanda snorted.
It was then that Jillian ran back down stairs, decked out in red and black.
"Come Wanda, we must depart!" She grabbed Wanda and they swept past the boys and out the door.
It was then that a lone figure emerged from the laundry chute.
***
Wanda and Jillian sat on a low brick wall near the sidewalk watching the people go by.
Jillian now had her own clothes. Black pants with thin lavender pinstripes, a plain camisole shirt, and a black duster. They had also gotten her hair cut. It has been in the neutral bob that all the female patients in the hospital wore. Now it was still the same length, but layered, which made it look spikier. As Wanda's insistence, they had also gotten dark makeup and jewelry.
"Now what?" Jillian asked.
"I dunno. I guess we look for other people who hate Magneto so we can start a little. . ."
"We Hate Daddy-Mags Club?"
"That'll work."
"What're we gonna call it?"
"I dunno."
So they sat there trying to think of something brilliant.
***
One Hour Later
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"I'm bored."
"Shut up."
***
Two Hours Later
***
"My butt's gone numb."
". . ."
***
Three Hours Later
***
"Oh, I wish I was in Dixie!
Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixieland, I'll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie! --Ack!"
"Will you shut up?!!!!"
***
So far later, the author got tired of keeping track. . .
***
"What are we sitting here for again?"
"We're trying to think of a name for our evil organization."
"Oh."
Jillian untied and re-laced her shoe before she said anything further.
"What's with the alias thingy?"
"Do what?"
"You know, you called the little pervert guy Todd and Toad. And I believe you referred to your brother as Quicksilver once."
"That's a codename. Most mutants have a codename. I guess it's supposed to help hide our identities or something. Kind of pointless since our faces keep flashing across the evening news."
"Do you have one?"
Wanda nodded. "I'm the Scarlet Witch."
Jillian smiled broadly. It fit. "Do I get one?"
"Sure. It should have something to do with your power, though."
"Hmmm. . ." Jillian sat there for a moment then chirruped, "Nope, can't think of one! Let's go back to the boarding house Wanda. I want to annoy your brother some more before nightfall."
Wanda assented. Anything that had to do with the suffering of her sibling was fine by her. The two of them slowly made their way back to the boarding house, dragging their shopping bags with them. About halfway there, Jillian stopped short.
"Eureka! I thought of a name!"
"What is it?"
"You know that game we used to play after you got tired of tic-tac- toe?"
Wanda furrowed her brow in thought. "I-spy?"
"That's it! Except I'll spell the I, e-y-e. Eye-spy! It works."
"It does. . ." Wanda trailed off and looked up at the sky. "Scarlet Witch and Eye-spy. I wonder what those two names together will bring?"
Jillian shrugged. "Whatever you make of it."
***
Gambit was of an unusual sort. Any other person would be perfectly content to suck up to their boss by checking in on his offspring. He was getting paid extra after all, but nonetheless it was a chore that he loathed with a passion. Sighing he shuffled a deck of cards absently as he approached the rundown boarding house. He did not enjoy harassing the Brotherhood Boys; they were pitiful excuses for. . . Whatever they were supposed to be. . .
Putting his cards away, he reached for the backdoor of the house, only to have the doorknob fall off into his hand. He raised a brow and shoved the door open with his foot. He emerged into the kitchen expecting to see one of the idiots who dwelling therein to jump at his presence. However, the room's only occupant was a mutant he had never seen before.
She was a teenage girl. Her pale hair was spiky and her attire indicated that she was possibly part of the gothic persuasion. She sat at the propped up kitchen table, painting her nails black.
"Allo Mademoiselle, who might y' be?"
Jillian looked up and blinked at him for a second.
"I'm Jillian! What's your name?"
"This b' Gambit." He smiled and pulled up a chair. "What y' be doin' here, hon?"
"Painting my nails. I like black, don't you?"
"Oui, but dat's not what Gambit meant."
"My parents kicked me out and my friend Wanda is letting me stay here." Jillian clarified.
Gambit frowned. Wanda. That was Mageto's daughter. He remembered her. He remembered how John had lured her into that trap so that Magneto could have Mastermind mess with her memories. It had been all he could do just to stand there while that happened. He had always been taught to treasure family. What Magneto did to his own daughter was a disgrace, no doubt about it.
"So, what are you here for?" Jillian drawled, pulling him out of his memories.
"Gambit's jus' lookin' for Pietro. You seen 'im?"
"Oh, he's hiding in the closet by the front door."
"Que?"
"He's hiding from me. I think I scare him."
Gambit burst into laughter. That was indeed something to report back to Magneto: his son was hiding in a closet from a girl. That was lovely.
Still chuckling, he said his goodbyes to Jillian and started towards the front door, so he could rub his new knowledge is Pietro's face. Yet as he left his gaze met hers for a long moment and for that moment, he felt strange. His eyes tickled. He shook it off and walked on.
A few moments later, Wanda emerged from upstairs.
"Well?"
"We have lift off."
***
Gambit opened a set of huge metal doors and made his way into the somber interior of Magneto's office. The man himself sat in a large swivel chair behind a desk. Gambit walked up, stopped, and obstinately began looking around as if casing the joint. Magneto took a deep breath and began speaking.
"How is Pietro doing?"
Gambit smiled cheekily. "Fine jus' fine! Thinkin' up plans t' get de X-men, keeping' order, hidin' from de filles in closets, working' on leadership skills! Yes siree, dat boy of yours' doin fine."
Magneto raised a brow and stared at the Acolyte straight in the eye. He was about to ask about the "hiding from girls" part of the report when he noticed something. Gambit's eyes. It wasn't as if he had never noticed their color before, but today the flash of scarlet there captured his attention. Scarlet. Wanda.
For some strange reason a feeling of dread made its way into his throat. For a moment it was as if he was seeing something from a perspective he could not possibly understand. . .
But he brushed the feeling away like cobwebs. Wanda was harmless. Wanda was worthless. She was no threat, nothing to be worried about.
In the gaze of a pair of eyes that saw for two he smiled.
Wanda was nothing to be worried about at all. . .
*** Fin...... Oh well. This is where it ends, or does it? If you want to find out what happens to our heroes, tune in next time for Vermillion. It is a tale of revenge, action, mystery, romance, drama, and comedy! Wanda and Jillian still have to learn how to drive! What more could you ask for?!
R&R tata!
Skreeeee: Hello JJ! Thank you for having me!
You're welcome. Oh well. Life sucks. Moving on.
Be forewarned. I have decided that this story would be waaaay too big if I keep going with all I have planned so, this is the last chapter. . .
Don't cry! *no one cries* I'm putting everything else into a sequel called: Vermillion. It'll be out soon, don't worry. Now, onto the reviews! You all better review the sequel too! :-D
***
A girl and her muses: Thanks! The enemy of my enemy line is kinda one of those things your hear everywhere. I know I didn't hear it on YGO because I haven't seen any episode that have Dark Marik in them. Oh well.
Taineyah: Thank you! I shall.
Quaxo9: *blushes* You're sooo nice, thank you!
Storm-Pietro: We got *some* Pietro in the upcoming chapter, be happy!
roguehobbit: tehehe thanks! If I knew the *Expletive* that ran over my cat, I would go after him with a crowbar. The rxns of the BoM are here!
Wizardess Gal: Thanks for the review. Ack! I know I missed the disclaimer! What a bad person am I! Here's this one!
*** Disclaimer: Oh have mercy upon this poor worthless soul who has no life, car, money, or job and do not sue her for that which she admittedly does not profess to own or have stock or know anyone who does own it or has any affiliation with any species of llama whatsoever!!!! ***
Chapter Eight: Through
Something was vaguely not kosher. Toad glanced around the wrecked living room and scratched his head. Lance was out working on his jeep. Freddy was eating cheesy puffs while watching TV. Pietro was pouting because Freddy had control of the remote. And Wanda. . .
Wanda! That was it! It was nearly one o-clock and she still wasn't up yet! How could he have forgotten his one true love? Inspired, he leaped towards the stairs.
"I'm gonna go wake up Wanda, yo." He told the others rather pointlessly. They weren't paying any attention.
He scrambled down the hall towards Wanda's room and stopped. He could knock, or not. She would probably be pissed off anyway. So, he tried the door, and to his surprise, it was unlocked. He looked at the bed, and sure enough there was a big lump curled up under the covers.
He was just going to call her name. It passed his mind for a whole minute. But then his little amphibian mind got to work and he mused over how nice it would be to see Wanda all curled up asleep in her pajamas. So, he made his way, quietly to the bed and slowly pulled back the covers.
It wasn't Wanda.
And it also wasn't asleep.
As Lance entered the house his attention was caught by the sound of a bloodcurdling scream coming from upstairs. It also caught Freddy and Pietro's notice. They moved to look up the stairwell. They were shocked when a strange girl came down the stairs. She was in pajamas and slung over her shoulder was something wrapped in a bed sheet. From the objects size, and the voice coming from within, they surmised it was Toad.
The girl calmly walked past them towards the neglected laundry shoot. She opened it, shoved the objecting bundle inside, closed the shoot, and started back up the stairs again.
"Hey! Who the hell are you?" Lance snarled as soon as he got over his shock.
"Yeah! Little girls can get hurt in a place like this." Pietro added.
Freddy just stood there.
The girl turned to look at them. "I," she began, "am the current escapee from the land of the crazy people. I bring you joy and good tidings from the far eastern shore and the King of the Willow Warblers! Pleased to meet you!"
Lance and Pietro's expressions immediately mirrored Freddy's confused look.
"Look, I don't care where the heck you came from, but you can't stay here!" Lance frowned. Pietro nodded in agreement. They started towards the girl to throw her out of the house when a cold pissed-off voice stopped them dead in their tracks.
"Touch her, and you're dog meat!"
Wanda had arrived. She came down the stairs to stand beside the strange girl, who was smiling cheerfully.
"This is Jillian West." Wanda snarled. "She's a friend of mine. She got kicked out of her house for being a mutant, so she's staying here now."
"But Wanda," Pietro began, "we can't just let anyone stay here, you know! We're a highly exclusive group!"
Lance rolled his eyes. "On yeah, we're just like a secret club. Pietro. . ."
Jillian suddenly perked up. "Pietro?"
She shot down the stairs and grabbed Pietro's face in her hands. She examined him thoroughly and came to the conclusion that he did indeed share a physical resemblance to Wanda. She immediately hugged him, while Pietro looked weirded out.
"Wanda! You never told me your brother was so cute!"
Wanda looked at her disbelievingly, Lance coughed, Pietro struggled to free himself from Jillian's hold, and Freddy finally grasped the humor of the situation and began to laugh.
"Wanda, do I get clothes?" Asked Jillian.
"Yep. We're going shopping now. You can borrow some of mine."
"Yay!" Jillian released Pietro, flinging him into a wall and skipped up the stairs to Wanda's room.
Pietro recovered. "Wanda! We can't have her here! What if Magneto finds out?"
Wanda just barely managed to keep her anger hidden.
"I don't see why he would mind."
"And how do we know she isn't a spy from those X-freaks or something?"
"She's not. I guarantee it." Wanda captured her twin's gaze with a cold glare.
Pietro shivered and grumbled, "All right, she can stay. But if anything happens you're in big trouble."
Wanda snorted.
It was then that Jillian ran back down stairs, decked out in red and black.
"Come Wanda, we must depart!" She grabbed Wanda and they swept past the boys and out the door.
It was then that a lone figure emerged from the laundry chute.
***
Wanda and Jillian sat on a low brick wall near the sidewalk watching the people go by.
Jillian now had her own clothes. Black pants with thin lavender pinstripes, a plain camisole shirt, and a black duster. They had also gotten her hair cut. It has been in the neutral bob that all the female patients in the hospital wore. Now it was still the same length, but layered, which made it look spikier. As Wanda's insistence, they had also gotten dark makeup and jewelry.
"Now what?" Jillian asked.
"I dunno. I guess we look for other people who hate Magneto so we can start a little. . ."
"We Hate Daddy-Mags Club?"
"That'll work."
"What're we gonna call it?"
"I dunno."
So they sat there trying to think of something brilliant.
***
One Hour Later
***
"I'm bored."
"Shut up."
***
Two Hours Later
***
"My butt's gone numb."
". . ."
***
Three Hours Later
***
"Oh, I wish I was in Dixie!
Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixieland, I'll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie! --Ack!"
"Will you shut up?!!!!"
***
So far later, the author got tired of keeping track. . .
***
"What are we sitting here for again?"
"We're trying to think of a name for our evil organization."
"Oh."
Jillian untied and re-laced her shoe before she said anything further.
"What's with the alias thingy?"
"Do what?"
"You know, you called the little pervert guy Todd and Toad. And I believe you referred to your brother as Quicksilver once."
"That's a codename. Most mutants have a codename. I guess it's supposed to help hide our identities or something. Kind of pointless since our faces keep flashing across the evening news."
"Do you have one?"
Wanda nodded. "I'm the Scarlet Witch."
Jillian smiled broadly. It fit. "Do I get one?"
"Sure. It should have something to do with your power, though."
"Hmmm. . ." Jillian sat there for a moment then chirruped, "Nope, can't think of one! Let's go back to the boarding house Wanda. I want to annoy your brother some more before nightfall."
Wanda assented. Anything that had to do with the suffering of her sibling was fine by her. The two of them slowly made their way back to the boarding house, dragging their shopping bags with them. About halfway there, Jillian stopped short.
"Eureka! I thought of a name!"
"What is it?"
"You know that game we used to play after you got tired of tic-tac- toe?"
Wanda furrowed her brow in thought. "I-spy?"
"That's it! Except I'll spell the I, e-y-e. Eye-spy! It works."
"It does. . ." Wanda trailed off and looked up at the sky. "Scarlet Witch and Eye-spy. I wonder what those two names together will bring?"
Jillian shrugged. "Whatever you make of it."
***
Gambit was of an unusual sort. Any other person would be perfectly content to suck up to their boss by checking in on his offspring. He was getting paid extra after all, but nonetheless it was a chore that he loathed with a passion. Sighing he shuffled a deck of cards absently as he approached the rundown boarding house. He did not enjoy harassing the Brotherhood Boys; they were pitiful excuses for. . . Whatever they were supposed to be. . .
Putting his cards away, he reached for the backdoor of the house, only to have the doorknob fall off into his hand. He raised a brow and shoved the door open with his foot. He emerged into the kitchen expecting to see one of the idiots who dwelling therein to jump at his presence. However, the room's only occupant was a mutant he had never seen before.
She was a teenage girl. Her pale hair was spiky and her attire indicated that she was possibly part of the gothic persuasion. She sat at the propped up kitchen table, painting her nails black.
"Allo Mademoiselle, who might y' be?"
Jillian looked up and blinked at him for a second.
"I'm Jillian! What's your name?"
"This b' Gambit." He smiled and pulled up a chair. "What y' be doin' here, hon?"
"Painting my nails. I like black, don't you?"
"Oui, but dat's not what Gambit meant."
"My parents kicked me out and my friend Wanda is letting me stay here." Jillian clarified.
Gambit frowned. Wanda. That was Mageto's daughter. He remembered her. He remembered how John had lured her into that trap so that Magneto could have Mastermind mess with her memories. It had been all he could do just to stand there while that happened. He had always been taught to treasure family. What Magneto did to his own daughter was a disgrace, no doubt about it.
"So, what are you here for?" Jillian drawled, pulling him out of his memories.
"Gambit's jus' lookin' for Pietro. You seen 'im?"
"Oh, he's hiding in the closet by the front door."
"Que?"
"He's hiding from me. I think I scare him."
Gambit burst into laughter. That was indeed something to report back to Magneto: his son was hiding in a closet from a girl. That was lovely.
Still chuckling, he said his goodbyes to Jillian and started towards the front door, so he could rub his new knowledge is Pietro's face. Yet as he left his gaze met hers for a long moment and for that moment, he felt strange. His eyes tickled. He shook it off and walked on.
A few moments later, Wanda emerged from upstairs.
"Well?"
"We have lift off."
***
Gambit opened a set of huge metal doors and made his way into the somber interior of Magneto's office. The man himself sat in a large swivel chair behind a desk. Gambit walked up, stopped, and obstinately began looking around as if casing the joint. Magneto took a deep breath and began speaking.
"How is Pietro doing?"
Gambit smiled cheekily. "Fine jus' fine! Thinkin' up plans t' get de X-men, keeping' order, hidin' from de filles in closets, working' on leadership skills! Yes siree, dat boy of yours' doin fine."
Magneto raised a brow and stared at the Acolyte straight in the eye. He was about to ask about the "hiding from girls" part of the report when he noticed something. Gambit's eyes. It wasn't as if he had never noticed their color before, but today the flash of scarlet there captured his attention. Scarlet. Wanda.
For some strange reason a feeling of dread made its way into his throat. For a moment it was as if he was seeing something from a perspective he could not possibly understand. . .
But he brushed the feeling away like cobwebs. Wanda was harmless. Wanda was worthless. She was no threat, nothing to be worried about.
In the gaze of a pair of eyes that saw for two he smiled.
Wanda was nothing to be worried about at all. . .
*** Fin...... Oh well. This is where it ends, or does it? If you want to find out what happens to our heroes, tune in next time for Vermillion. It is a tale of revenge, action, mystery, romance, drama, and comedy! Wanda and Jillian still have to learn how to drive! What more could you ask for?!
R&R tata!