Here's the conclusion of the third story. Yeah, I got it right. I'm not
messed up. I highly doubt that, but anyway. On to the conclusion.
Feeding the Fires chapter four: Old Flames, New Sparks The Four Minds
The seat belt light came on announcing to all passengers that the landing would soon come. The voice of the stewards confirmed the light's meaning. All of the passengers followed the command.
Back in coach, seats 27 B and 28 C, there sat a red-headed woman staring out the window at the airport below. Her companion, Luke Lawson, sat next to her, scanning the Internet for maps of New York. She turned to look at him. "You might want to put that away."
"I'm finding directions to the mansion." Luke said, a little bit of an Irish accent setting in. She laughed softly, then pulled a folded piece of paper out her pocket. "Sean already e-mailed me the directions, silly. I printed them out before we left Ireland."
"Oh." and he put away the laptop having been beaten.
Twenty minutes later after they had went through customs at the normal speed. They were now changing from their respected travel cloths into their dance clothes for the party. Luke had loaded their bags into the cab before Gabby had finished. "Come on, Gabs, we're going to be late for the party planned for you." he said loading her change bag.
"Still the oceans, water boy. They don't even know you're coming!" She yelled laughing.
"Really? Huh." and they climbed into the cab and were on their way.
Six o'clock the evening of the party.
The girls had returned from the ride none showing any signs, other than blown hair, of ware. Each had went to their rooms to change into their party dresses. Shadow had finished with her shower and under garments and was now working on getting her dress on right. "Now how in the world does this dress go on?" she groaned. "Ugh. Out of all the things Sinister taught me, he forgot the fact that I'm a lady?" She screamed fighting with the dress still.
After about ten more minutes of struggling, she finally arranged the dress over her body, correcting where wrinkles appeared. She did her hair and make-up, and with a final check of her reflection, she headed out the door to be viewed by all.
"She should be here any minute now." Sean said stepping out onto the front porch of the mansion. Illya followed him out and sat on a bench close to where he was standing. They had already exchanged compliments about each others attire. Of course he had to work hard no to stare at her. 'How did they get that tail hole and still have it fit her every curve.' he had thought when first he had seen her come out of her room, which he happened to be waiting outside of.
He, in turn, looked nice in his dark gray suit pants, white Victorian style shirt and matching dark gray vest. The dark gray really sat off his raspberry skin tone and eyes. "Come sit down, Sean. Your legs will be dead before you hit the floor. Meaning I wont' get my dance." She smiled scooting over. He sat down. She wrapped one arm around his, entwining their fingers. "I'm glad I finally get to meet someone in your family. They sound like fun." she looked down, a sad expression filling her face. He noticed this, and quickly kissed her hand. She smiled back. "Do you think she'll except me?" she asked, for once completely out of character. Everyone else's opinion didn't matter, but his did.
"You two are more alike than you know, carid." he said, softly kissing her red lips. As they kissed, all time stood still. No noise...then...um um. Standing there was Gabby, looking down at her older brother and the woman in his arms.
Sean and Illya stared back at the young woman closely resembling Saber. With stupidity and quick thinking, he said the first thing that came to his mind. "And that, my Russian friend, is how Irish kiss. Gabby," he quickly turned to her, leaving Illya to wonder back in, no questions asked. "It's so good to see you. How was you trip?" he asked hugging her tightly.
"It was good, big brother. It's so good to see you again after so long." Her smile was accusingly soft. "Who was that?" she asked, putting him on the spot.
"That was Illya. We, uh, we have a lot to discuss." he said starting to walk her inside.
"Wait! Can't make Luke carry all the bags."
"He's a cabby. He's suppose to carry the bags."
"No! Luke is my boyfriend. The cabby is gone."
"Oh, Luke is your boyfriend...your boyfriend!" It finally hit him. "You brought your boyfriend!? When did you get a boyfriend?!"
"Calm down, Sean, we've only been dating for a couple months. Besides, he found out I was coming to America and wanted to come. He paid his own way here, so no one's out. Wow! This is nice!" She said admiring the mansion. She ran back a grabbed her bags before Luke could. Hunter caught up to her, spotting the mentioned boyfriend, "Gabby, we barely found room for you."
"What do you mean, Sean? It's a big mansion." she pointed towards the two story building now filled with music.
"This is not out mansion." he said, forgetting she hadn't meet the rest of his Pack mates. "The mansion belongs to Professor Charles Xavier. We came here a while ago because we needed help. There were already several others living here when we came."
"Oh. That does present a problem." She looked towards Luke, who was just standing there,
"Well,..." Hunter said feeling like the brute. "We'll deal with that after the party. Shall we?" he motioned them in. Hunter sat Gabby's bags in the front foyer and Luke followed. "Ho-ly cow," Luke stammered, awed by the interior of the mansion. "This is a nice place you're staying in, Sean."
"Yeah. If I recall correctly, it's been in Professor X's family for years. I think it had to be rebuilt once though." The music in the background suddenly became louder as Saber walked in and over to Hunter. "Oh, let me properly introduce you to Illya Polav, my companion of many years. We met up in Chicago. Illya, I'd like you to meet my sister Gabriela and her boyfriend Luke."
"It's so nice to meet you." Saber said extending her hand to Gabby and Luke.
"Same to you. I love your accent." Gabby replied.
"It's not as thick as it use to be I'm afraid. Guess that's what happens when you've been somewhere for so long."
"Tell me about it. I've been living in Ireland for a few year and I swear I'm picking up the accent." Luke replied.
"I thought you were from Ireland." Hunter stated.
"Nope, just starting to sound like it." Just then Nature stuck her head in. "Guys, we're ready to start."
"Morgana, I'd like you to meet Gabriela and Luke. Gabby, Luke, this is the lovely Morgana Greywolf." Hunter introduced.
"Yes, very nice to meet you both. Now come on. Let's get this party started." she said excitedly. They walked into a grand ball room, lavishly prepared. A small string band in one corner, tables at one side of the room, a large dancing space on the other near the band. At that point, everyone came to introduce themselves and meet their very welcomed guest, or now, guests. The men all looked handsome in their snappy suits and the women ravishing in their long, flowing gowns. After Xavier's toast, the snack bar was opened and the music began.
After a few more introductions, Hunter realized that Shadow had not been among the others to greet his sister. So he asked Dodger, "Darian, my friend, where is Shadow?"
"I don't know. Hasn't she come down yet?" The small group; Dodger, Hunter, Gabby, Luke, and Quinn; just stared at each other. "I'll go find her." Dodger said, his English accent showing no sign of the American yet.
He left the small group and headed for the main staircase leading to the bedrooms. He got his right foot on the first step and was frozen. There she was. Surrounded by the lighting that glowed on her soft skin. The reds and blues playing shadows on her elegantly long body. And those eyes. Accented by a lite hue of lilac and blush. They stared at him, challenging him. And her lips. Again a soft lilac accenting the rich skin. Her hair was turned up, small tendrils hanging loosely by the strong chin line. The rest was just as magnificent. The soft lilac dress beginning at the shoulders wrapped around, exposing every curve. The a frame dress missing its shoulder fit perfectly.
She stopped just in front of him, and slowly lifted her hand to his chin, closing his forgotten mouth. She looked back down at him through her mischievous blue eyes and saw the effect she had wanted from him. Finally she spoke. "You said you wanted to see me in a dress. Here I am." she said spinning once for him to see the entire display.
"Where...when did you get that?" he questioned, finally finding his voice. "I thought you came back empty handed, pet." He defiantly looked confused.
She put her arm through his and continued on to the dance floor, saying, "I did. Then I heard you say you wanted to see me dressed up. So I did." Now they were on the dance floor, softly swaying to the music.
"You did this for me? Pet, how sweet." He moved into the rhythm.
"Sort of."
"I knew there was a lady in there somewhere!"
"Yeah, just don't get use to her!" They laughed and then slipped into companionable silence.
Morgana and Quinn had found a quite place away from the crowds after spending a few minutes talking with Gabby and Luke. Quinn, the second he saw her, had started smothering Morgana with compliments and awe. She quickly accepted them with grace and had returned them with her own astonishment of his suit. Black of course, with pin stripes with a matching vest, closely resembling all the guy members of the Pack. But instead of white, he had a dark, almost black, blue shirt that shone metallic in the light.
He smiled back sweetly at her. Unintentionally, they had boughten outfits that accented the others. Morgana laughed when she realized this, and he questioned, "What are you laughing about, Morgana, sweet?"
"It's just that...we went at different times, to different stores, and yet we still match." She laughed again. "I just find it funny."
"Could it be a sign, sweet?" He softly ran his fingers through her let down hair. She leaned into the caress. Their green eyes locked again, and both had to fight the urge to kiss.
As far as they knew, no one knew that they were dating and had been for a while. Everyone might know about Sean and Illya. They made it look like they weren't dating. Of any in the Pack, he and Morgana had more right to be together. He had thought. They had known each other for three years now. Of course that fact was tainted because she was looking for him to arrest him. That didn't matter to him. They were here, together, and no one could say anything to change that.
"All thoughts tonight, Alex?" she teased.
"And all about you, m'dear." His eyes shone brightly.
"How sweet." And the music sped up to a fast beat.
"Care to tango, sweet?" and they were off.
Hunter had found ample reason to leave his sister's side. She wanted to tango with Luke, who obviously knew the dance well. No skin off his nose. He had a moment to see Saber. He found her near the punch bowl talking to Hank. "Good evening, Hank. Illya, may I speak with you a moment?"
"Fine. Excuse me, Henry." They walked off to a corner.
"I'm sorry, Illya, about earlier. I know we said to keep things hush-hush, so I tried to cover."
"And a very good cover, my Irish friend." she teased. "Do you think anyone knows?"
"I don't think so, but..." he paused taking a sip of the punch. "I think Alex and Morgana have a fire going for each other."
"A fire built throughout the short years they've known one another."
"What do you mean, Illya?" he asked confused.
"You know that Quinn is a thief and that Morgana use to chase thieves because she could not be a lawyer. She ran into him one night about three years ago and let him escape."
"Why?" he interrupted.
"She didn't say. But the night we all met," she informed, making a circle with her finger indicating the Pack. "She was -you could say-hunting for him again. This time he wasn't going to get away. As you can see..." and she gestured to the couple on the dance floor, "that kinda happened."
"Kind of romantic, is it not?" She smiled at this admission. "Shall we dance, darling?"
Hank had joined the professor at one of the food tables and had just finished complimenting on the evening when they noticed the young woman walk down the stairs and meet Dodger on the landing. At first they wondered who it was until, after a quick count of the women, they indicated her as Shadow. Which stunned both men.
The tango music stopped and Charles got in front of every one to call a dance specifically for Gabby and Sean, the reuniting of brother and sister. All of the couples cleared the floor. Shadow headed off towards the powder room, Jean following. Dodger, in turn, joined Logan and Scott near the entrance.
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Irona awoke to find herself standing at the doors of a mansion, wearing a formal attire. "What the heck?" she thought right before she lapsed back into a daze. Walking through the doors, the hypnotized Irona fully realized the males all giving her looks a appreciation. 'Ah, the power of a woman,' she thought to herself without really knowing what she was thinking.
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Wolverine, Scott and Dodger stood talking in a corner of the room. When he heard the doors open, Wolverine also caught a scent of someone familiar that hadn't been there earlier.
"What is it , Logan?" Scott asked.
"It's..." he stumbled while turning to look. "The dark haired pixie girl?" he finished with a hint of surprise and disgust in his tone.
"What!?" Scott and Dodger said simultaneously. They all three turned to look, transfixed at what they saw. There she was, a short, dark-haired, beautiful lady wearing the perfect outfit. Coming out of his quick stupor, Dodger said, "What is she doing here? It's like she'd following me."
Wolverine, his senses kicking in, said, "She's up to something."
Scott answered, "Well, then we better keep a close watch on her." The three of them started following her around.
Five minutes later, Dodger noticed the pixie-like lady hurrying towards the dinner table. Picking something up, she replaced it with another thing. "There she goes." he said to Logan and Scott. When she moved away from the table, the guys rushed over. Seeing a note, Wolverine picked it up and read out loud, "Ha, ha, ha. I've got your toothpick! The ransom is twenty dollars and a candy bar." Giving an astonished look, Wolverine wadded the paper up and threw it down.
"Wait." Cyclops said, "I think I understand. This is a set-up. She is actually stealing something bigger. Was anything important stolen on your sightings of this lady?"
Wolverine answered, "Yeah, a painting. But there's no way she could have taken it. She doesn't have anywhere to put it."
"Guys, she's leaving out the wrong door!" Dodger interrupted. Cyclops, Wolverine and Dodger ran after her. They followed the sounds of her footsteps down to where the newest model of the Blackbird was stored. Seeing the door ripped off of its hinges, Dodger ran in to find an empty storage spot.
"Hank isn't going to be happy about this." Scott said. "It had new features like better control systems and invisibility." Right when Scott said that, there was a loud sound. Turning to look, Wolverine and Cyclops found Dodger on the floor rubbing his head. "Bloody 'ell." he shouted. "She must have enabled the invisibility." Then picking up another piece of paper, he read, "I moved your jet four inches! Let's see you do better!" Deciding it wasn't worth their time, the three men went back to the party.
Quinn, Dodger, Nature, Saber and Shadow were talking in a cornet. The dance had ended, and Hunter walked over with his sister and Luke. "Guys, I have an announcement. Gabby and Luke have requested to join the Pack." Hunter exclaimed.
"What's their powers? Are they even mutants?" Nature asked politely.
"Well, Gabs controls fire and likes the nickname 'Demoness.' Luke said he has the power of water and likes 'Hydro.'" Hunter pointed out.
"How does the controller of fire and the controller water date?" Shadow asked, voicing the thoughts of the others.
"It's an easy way to argue. All we do is put each other out." Luke answered smiling. The rest of the Pack excused themselves and discussed the idea. Coming back Nature said, "You'll need to prove yourselves."
"Fine."
"Then...welcome to the family."
End chapter four.
The End?
Is it
ever going to stop? :)
Feeding the Fires chapter four: Old Flames, New Sparks The Four Minds
The seat belt light came on announcing to all passengers that the landing would soon come. The voice of the stewards confirmed the light's meaning. All of the passengers followed the command.
Back in coach, seats 27 B and 28 C, there sat a red-headed woman staring out the window at the airport below. Her companion, Luke Lawson, sat next to her, scanning the Internet for maps of New York. She turned to look at him. "You might want to put that away."
"I'm finding directions to the mansion." Luke said, a little bit of an Irish accent setting in. She laughed softly, then pulled a folded piece of paper out her pocket. "Sean already e-mailed me the directions, silly. I printed them out before we left Ireland."
"Oh." and he put away the laptop having been beaten.
Twenty minutes later after they had went through customs at the normal speed. They were now changing from their respected travel cloths into their dance clothes for the party. Luke had loaded their bags into the cab before Gabby had finished. "Come on, Gabs, we're going to be late for the party planned for you." he said loading her change bag.
"Still the oceans, water boy. They don't even know you're coming!" She yelled laughing.
"Really? Huh." and they climbed into the cab and were on their way.
Six o'clock the evening of the party.
The girls had returned from the ride none showing any signs, other than blown hair, of ware. Each had went to their rooms to change into their party dresses. Shadow had finished with her shower and under garments and was now working on getting her dress on right. "Now how in the world does this dress go on?" she groaned. "Ugh. Out of all the things Sinister taught me, he forgot the fact that I'm a lady?" She screamed fighting with the dress still.
After about ten more minutes of struggling, she finally arranged the dress over her body, correcting where wrinkles appeared. She did her hair and make-up, and with a final check of her reflection, she headed out the door to be viewed by all.
"She should be here any minute now." Sean said stepping out onto the front porch of the mansion. Illya followed him out and sat on a bench close to where he was standing. They had already exchanged compliments about each others attire. Of course he had to work hard no to stare at her. 'How did they get that tail hole and still have it fit her every curve.' he had thought when first he had seen her come out of her room, which he happened to be waiting outside of.
He, in turn, looked nice in his dark gray suit pants, white Victorian style shirt and matching dark gray vest. The dark gray really sat off his raspberry skin tone and eyes. "Come sit down, Sean. Your legs will be dead before you hit the floor. Meaning I wont' get my dance." She smiled scooting over. He sat down. She wrapped one arm around his, entwining their fingers. "I'm glad I finally get to meet someone in your family. They sound like fun." she looked down, a sad expression filling her face. He noticed this, and quickly kissed her hand. She smiled back. "Do you think she'll except me?" she asked, for once completely out of character. Everyone else's opinion didn't matter, but his did.
"You two are more alike than you know, carid." he said, softly kissing her red lips. As they kissed, all time stood still. No noise...then...um um. Standing there was Gabby, looking down at her older brother and the woman in his arms.
Sean and Illya stared back at the young woman closely resembling Saber. With stupidity and quick thinking, he said the first thing that came to his mind. "And that, my Russian friend, is how Irish kiss. Gabby," he quickly turned to her, leaving Illya to wonder back in, no questions asked. "It's so good to see you. How was you trip?" he asked hugging her tightly.
"It was good, big brother. It's so good to see you again after so long." Her smile was accusingly soft. "Who was that?" she asked, putting him on the spot.
"That was Illya. We, uh, we have a lot to discuss." he said starting to walk her inside.
"Wait! Can't make Luke carry all the bags."
"He's a cabby. He's suppose to carry the bags."
"No! Luke is my boyfriend. The cabby is gone."
"Oh, Luke is your boyfriend...your boyfriend!" It finally hit him. "You brought your boyfriend!? When did you get a boyfriend?!"
"Calm down, Sean, we've only been dating for a couple months. Besides, he found out I was coming to America and wanted to come. He paid his own way here, so no one's out. Wow! This is nice!" She said admiring the mansion. She ran back a grabbed her bags before Luke could. Hunter caught up to her, spotting the mentioned boyfriend, "Gabby, we barely found room for you."
"What do you mean, Sean? It's a big mansion." she pointed towards the two story building now filled with music.
"This is not out mansion." he said, forgetting she hadn't meet the rest of his Pack mates. "The mansion belongs to Professor Charles Xavier. We came here a while ago because we needed help. There were already several others living here when we came."
"Oh. That does present a problem." She looked towards Luke, who was just standing there,
"Well,..." Hunter said feeling like the brute. "We'll deal with that after the party. Shall we?" he motioned them in. Hunter sat Gabby's bags in the front foyer and Luke followed. "Ho-ly cow," Luke stammered, awed by the interior of the mansion. "This is a nice place you're staying in, Sean."
"Yeah. If I recall correctly, it's been in Professor X's family for years. I think it had to be rebuilt once though." The music in the background suddenly became louder as Saber walked in and over to Hunter. "Oh, let me properly introduce you to Illya Polav, my companion of many years. We met up in Chicago. Illya, I'd like you to meet my sister Gabriela and her boyfriend Luke."
"It's so nice to meet you." Saber said extending her hand to Gabby and Luke.
"Same to you. I love your accent." Gabby replied.
"It's not as thick as it use to be I'm afraid. Guess that's what happens when you've been somewhere for so long."
"Tell me about it. I've been living in Ireland for a few year and I swear I'm picking up the accent." Luke replied.
"I thought you were from Ireland." Hunter stated.
"Nope, just starting to sound like it." Just then Nature stuck her head in. "Guys, we're ready to start."
"Morgana, I'd like you to meet Gabriela and Luke. Gabby, Luke, this is the lovely Morgana Greywolf." Hunter introduced.
"Yes, very nice to meet you both. Now come on. Let's get this party started." she said excitedly. They walked into a grand ball room, lavishly prepared. A small string band in one corner, tables at one side of the room, a large dancing space on the other near the band. At that point, everyone came to introduce themselves and meet their very welcomed guest, or now, guests. The men all looked handsome in their snappy suits and the women ravishing in their long, flowing gowns. After Xavier's toast, the snack bar was opened and the music began.
After a few more introductions, Hunter realized that Shadow had not been among the others to greet his sister. So he asked Dodger, "Darian, my friend, where is Shadow?"
"I don't know. Hasn't she come down yet?" The small group; Dodger, Hunter, Gabby, Luke, and Quinn; just stared at each other. "I'll go find her." Dodger said, his English accent showing no sign of the American yet.
He left the small group and headed for the main staircase leading to the bedrooms. He got his right foot on the first step and was frozen. There she was. Surrounded by the lighting that glowed on her soft skin. The reds and blues playing shadows on her elegantly long body. And those eyes. Accented by a lite hue of lilac and blush. They stared at him, challenging him. And her lips. Again a soft lilac accenting the rich skin. Her hair was turned up, small tendrils hanging loosely by the strong chin line. The rest was just as magnificent. The soft lilac dress beginning at the shoulders wrapped around, exposing every curve. The a frame dress missing its shoulder fit perfectly.
She stopped just in front of him, and slowly lifted her hand to his chin, closing his forgotten mouth. She looked back down at him through her mischievous blue eyes and saw the effect she had wanted from him. Finally she spoke. "You said you wanted to see me in a dress. Here I am." she said spinning once for him to see the entire display.
"Where...when did you get that?" he questioned, finally finding his voice. "I thought you came back empty handed, pet." He defiantly looked confused.
She put her arm through his and continued on to the dance floor, saying, "I did. Then I heard you say you wanted to see me dressed up. So I did." Now they were on the dance floor, softly swaying to the music.
"You did this for me? Pet, how sweet." He moved into the rhythm.
"Sort of."
"I knew there was a lady in there somewhere!"
"Yeah, just don't get use to her!" They laughed and then slipped into companionable silence.
Morgana and Quinn had found a quite place away from the crowds after spending a few minutes talking with Gabby and Luke. Quinn, the second he saw her, had started smothering Morgana with compliments and awe. She quickly accepted them with grace and had returned them with her own astonishment of his suit. Black of course, with pin stripes with a matching vest, closely resembling all the guy members of the Pack. But instead of white, he had a dark, almost black, blue shirt that shone metallic in the light.
He smiled back sweetly at her. Unintentionally, they had boughten outfits that accented the others. Morgana laughed when she realized this, and he questioned, "What are you laughing about, Morgana, sweet?"
"It's just that...we went at different times, to different stores, and yet we still match." She laughed again. "I just find it funny."
"Could it be a sign, sweet?" He softly ran his fingers through her let down hair. She leaned into the caress. Their green eyes locked again, and both had to fight the urge to kiss.
As far as they knew, no one knew that they were dating and had been for a while. Everyone might know about Sean and Illya. They made it look like they weren't dating. Of any in the Pack, he and Morgana had more right to be together. He had thought. They had known each other for three years now. Of course that fact was tainted because she was looking for him to arrest him. That didn't matter to him. They were here, together, and no one could say anything to change that.
"All thoughts tonight, Alex?" she teased.
"And all about you, m'dear." His eyes shone brightly.
"How sweet." And the music sped up to a fast beat.
"Care to tango, sweet?" and they were off.
Hunter had found ample reason to leave his sister's side. She wanted to tango with Luke, who obviously knew the dance well. No skin off his nose. He had a moment to see Saber. He found her near the punch bowl talking to Hank. "Good evening, Hank. Illya, may I speak with you a moment?"
"Fine. Excuse me, Henry." They walked off to a corner.
"I'm sorry, Illya, about earlier. I know we said to keep things hush-hush, so I tried to cover."
"And a very good cover, my Irish friend." she teased. "Do you think anyone knows?"
"I don't think so, but..." he paused taking a sip of the punch. "I think Alex and Morgana have a fire going for each other."
"A fire built throughout the short years they've known one another."
"What do you mean, Illya?" he asked confused.
"You know that Quinn is a thief and that Morgana use to chase thieves because she could not be a lawyer. She ran into him one night about three years ago and let him escape."
"Why?" he interrupted.
"She didn't say. But the night we all met," she informed, making a circle with her finger indicating the Pack. "She was -you could say-hunting for him again. This time he wasn't going to get away. As you can see..." and she gestured to the couple on the dance floor, "that kinda happened."
"Kind of romantic, is it not?" She smiled at this admission. "Shall we dance, darling?"
Hank had joined the professor at one of the food tables and had just finished complimenting on the evening when they noticed the young woman walk down the stairs and meet Dodger on the landing. At first they wondered who it was until, after a quick count of the women, they indicated her as Shadow. Which stunned both men.
The tango music stopped and Charles got in front of every one to call a dance specifically for Gabby and Sean, the reuniting of brother and sister. All of the couples cleared the floor. Shadow headed off towards the powder room, Jean following. Dodger, in turn, joined Logan and Scott near the entrance.
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Irona awoke to find herself standing at the doors of a mansion, wearing a formal attire. "What the heck?" she thought right before she lapsed back into a daze. Walking through the doors, the hypnotized Irona fully realized the males all giving her looks a appreciation. 'Ah, the power of a woman,' she thought to herself without really knowing what she was thinking.
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Wolverine, Scott and Dodger stood talking in a corner of the room. When he heard the doors open, Wolverine also caught a scent of someone familiar that hadn't been there earlier.
"What is it , Logan?" Scott asked.
"It's..." he stumbled while turning to look. "The dark haired pixie girl?" he finished with a hint of surprise and disgust in his tone.
"What!?" Scott and Dodger said simultaneously. They all three turned to look, transfixed at what they saw. There she was, a short, dark-haired, beautiful lady wearing the perfect outfit. Coming out of his quick stupor, Dodger said, "What is she doing here? It's like she'd following me."
Wolverine, his senses kicking in, said, "She's up to something."
Scott answered, "Well, then we better keep a close watch on her." The three of them started following her around.
Five minutes later, Dodger noticed the pixie-like lady hurrying towards the dinner table. Picking something up, she replaced it with another thing. "There she goes." he said to Logan and Scott. When she moved away from the table, the guys rushed over. Seeing a note, Wolverine picked it up and read out loud, "Ha, ha, ha. I've got your toothpick! The ransom is twenty dollars and a candy bar." Giving an astonished look, Wolverine wadded the paper up and threw it down.
"Wait." Cyclops said, "I think I understand. This is a set-up. She is actually stealing something bigger. Was anything important stolen on your sightings of this lady?"
Wolverine answered, "Yeah, a painting. But there's no way she could have taken it. She doesn't have anywhere to put it."
"Guys, she's leaving out the wrong door!" Dodger interrupted. Cyclops, Wolverine and Dodger ran after her. They followed the sounds of her footsteps down to where the newest model of the Blackbird was stored. Seeing the door ripped off of its hinges, Dodger ran in to find an empty storage spot.
"Hank isn't going to be happy about this." Scott said. "It had new features like better control systems and invisibility." Right when Scott said that, there was a loud sound. Turning to look, Wolverine and Cyclops found Dodger on the floor rubbing his head. "Bloody 'ell." he shouted. "She must have enabled the invisibility." Then picking up another piece of paper, he read, "I moved your jet four inches! Let's see you do better!" Deciding it wasn't worth their time, the three men went back to the party.
Quinn, Dodger, Nature, Saber and Shadow were talking in a cornet. The dance had ended, and Hunter walked over with his sister and Luke. "Guys, I have an announcement. Gabby and Luke have requested to join the Pack." Hunter exclaimed.
"What's their powers? Are they even mutants?" Nature asked politely.
"Well, Gabs controls fire and likes the nickname 'Demoness.' Luke said he has the power of water and likes 'Hydro.'" Hunter pointed out.
"How does the controller of fire and the controller water date?" Shadow asked, voicing the thoughts of the others.
"It's an easy way to argue. All we do is put each other out." Luke answered smiling. The rest of the Pack excused themselves and discussed the idea. Coming back Nature said, "You'll need to prove yourselves."
"Fine."
"Then...welcome to the family."
End chapter four.
The End?
Is it
ever going to stop? :)