Meaning of Christmas and all that stuff
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Christmas was on its way! Lovely, glorious, beautiful Christmas around which the entire kid year revolved".
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I suppose you COULD call this a parody, as it is A Christmas Carol, but not actually taken directly from any movie, or the book in particular, more like a mixture of it. If it's been inspired by any version in particular, i would have to say the TV movie that came on a few years ago here in the UK (It Ross Kemp in it). THIS is what happens when i'm kept away from my computer for a long time and unable to write my other fics. On a warning note, this fic is rated for a reason, it is set in a dark future and is probably the darkest fic i have ever written to date (yes, darker than 'Dark History'). but i'm damn proud of it. This fic is set about 20 years in the future of Evolution, so most of the teens are in their mid-to-late- thirties...those that are alive, that is, mowhahahahaha! Ahem...read on.
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Chapter 1 - A dark future
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The sun shone brightly on the crisp morning of Christmas Eve, a thick blanket of snow carpeted the ground of the town of Bayville, the last sanctuary of mutantkind. Pietro Maximoff took in a deep breath, holding his coat close to him as he stepped out of his appartment building into the cold air. Many years had passed since he had arrived in this town as a teenager. He was now in his late thirties, and, if he did say so himself, was doing very well for himself. His buisness was protection, mutant protection. He sold out Sentinel Cloaking Systems (SCS's) and charged for their running. Up until last year, he had been working in a partnership with his good buddy, Lance Alvers. Unfortunately, Lance had been killed under 'mysterious circumstances' and had left the entire empire for Pietro to run....leaving him a very rich mutant. He narrowed his eyes as he walked past Torpid..one of the few surviving Morlocks. Sure, she was older now, but still living rough, her brown hair matted as she tried to warm her huge hands on a pitifully small fire. She glanced up at him hopefully.
"You better have moved yourself by the time i get back", said Pietro, "i don't want urchins on my doorstep"
Torpid narrowed her eyes at him, sneering as she watched him pass, then smiled up as Amanda Wagner came over to her, handing her a blanket. Amanda smiled at the younger woman, then looked at Pietro's retreating back.
"Pietro!", she called out.
"Not now, Amanda, i'm busy", he said, turning around a street corner.
He rolled his eyes as Sam Guthrie ran over to him.
"Sorry a'hm late, Pietro", he said, "a'h was down at the hospital with Rahne and..."
Pietro held up a hand to silence him, not stopping from walking.
"We got a busy day, today, Guthrie", said Pietro, striding along, Sam doing his best to keep up, "got alot of familys to visit before Christmas Eve is up"
"That's what a'h wanted to talk to you about, Pietro", said Sam, "a'h err...a'h was hoping..well, you know, Christmas being a time for family and all...could a'h have"
Sam's voice went very small.
"The day off?"
Pietro looked at him like he had grown an extra head.
"Why would you want the day off?", he said, bewildered.
"Well...it's Christmas Day tomorrow, Pie", said Sam, "and..well... me and Rahne..we were planin' on spending the day in hospital with Tanya...she's not gettin' any better ya know and...."
"Okay, fine", said Pietro, "even if it's the best time of year for us. Everyone's at home, we can collect their debts, KNOWING they'll be there. I SUPPOSE i can do the work alone, but it's coming out fo your salary, Guthrie"
"But...a'h barely have enough for Doctors bills as it is", said Sam, "it's hard to find a doctor nowadays that'll treat a mutant and..."
"It comes out of your salary or you work the day, Sam", said Pietro, take it or leave it"
Not letting Sam give an answer, he pounded on the door of a home they had come to.
The door creaked open and Bobby Drake poked his head out and blinked at them
"Oh...hi", he said with a nervous laugh, "i..didn't expect you today"
"Life's fulla suprises, isn't it?", said Pietro pushing his way in, "where's my payment, Drake?"
"Well..i...i don't have it", said Bobby, "it being Christmas and all... i'll have the money for you by next week..."
"Not good enough", said Pietro, looking at the side of the door at a small metal plate that was beeping.
He ripped it off the wall, handing it to Sam to carry.
"HEY!"
From another room stormed Jubilee, narrowing her eyes.
"You can't take that!!", she said, "it's our Sentinel Cloaking System..without it, those damn Sentinels will know exactly where we are...we'll be sitting ducks!"
"Should have thought about that before you fell back on your payments", said Pietro.
"Honey, shhh, we'll get it back", said Bobby gently.
"No, i will not 'shhh'", said Jubilee, crossing her arms, "there was never a price on this technology when Forge and Tabby were alive"
"Nope, there wasn't", said Pietro with a grin, "small minded idiots, look where it got them. A one way ticket to six feet down under..and i don't mean Austrailia. Have a nice day, you give me your payment, you get your safety device back....and you'll WANT it back. Remember what happened to poor Kurt"
Humming happily as he left that vile thought in the air, he pushed Sam out of the door and took the device off him, smiling happily as he walked along the street.
"Still making money off the backs of the dead?", said a voice from the side
Pietro turned to see Kitty, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Sure am", he said proudly, "if they were foolish enough to die and leave their empires for me to take advantage of, more fool them"
Kitty shook her head.
"You poisoned Lance", she said, "he was doing fine until he went into buisness with you...You changed him, and now he's dead, because of you"
"Hey, i didn't shoot the guy", said Pietro with a shrug, "he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and i didn't poison him, your husband was like that from the start".
Kitty closed her eyes.
"You could at LEAST have had the decency to go to his funeral", she chocked out, "he was your BEST friend, and you didn't even see him off"
"I was busy", replied Pietro, "and i'm busy now, so if you don't mind moving, Mrs Alvers, i'll be on my way"
"Gladly", hissed Kitty, moving out of the way as he walked past, still carrying the SCS.
Sam winced walking past and giving Kitty a appologetic look, which was rewarded with a sad smile.
"Happy Holidays, Sam", she said, "say hi to Rahne for me"
"A'h will", said Sam with nod, "Happy Holidays, Kitty"
"Time's wasting, Guthrie!", came Pietro's sing-song voice.
Sam sighed, shaking his head and following after his boss.
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And so the day went on, until finally night arrived. Pietro had sent Sam off home, presumably forgetting that he had given Sam the day off and telling him to be in for work the next morning. Hey, he was throwing the guy a bone here, he wanted his kid to get better, he had to make the money for it, heh. He chuckled to himself as he sat in Harry's bar, sipping at a drink.
"Hey Pietro. I can't stay long, this isn't exactly the best of environments for me"
Pietro turned to see his twin sister, Wanda, her hair was long..as it had been when she was young. She was still stunningly beautifull, even with the very obvious bump in her belly. Pietro sighed inwardly, he knew what was coming next.
"No"
Wanda frowned.
"Oh come on, Pietro, i ask you EVERY year and EVERY year, you turn me down", she said.
"Yeah, you'd think that'd tell you something, wouldn't it, sis?", he asked, "it isn't you, i just don't like being near him"
"That 'him' is my husband, and YOUR brother-in-law", snapped Wanda, "what is WITH you, he's done nothing wrong!"
"That depends on your point of view", said Pietro, "i don't like him, plain and simple. I'm not coming Wanda, not now, not ever"
Wanda sighed, crossing her arms.
"I'll set a place for you...if you change your mind", she said softly, before turning back and heading out of the bar.
"Yeah...that'll happen", said Pietro, rolling his eyes, ahh well, back to peace and being alone...no such luck.
"Here"
Pietro turned to see Danielle Moonstar, glaring at him.
"Oh, hello", said Pietro snidely, "if it isn't Pochahontas' evil twin".
Danielle shook her head and deposited a cocktail glass, untouched on his table...to be precise, a cocktail he had bought.
"She doesn't want your drinks, she doesn't want anything to do with you, so leave her alone", she said.
Pietro glanced behind Dani to see Rogue sitting on a different table, trying to be invisible, looking anywhere but at him. Pietro frowned before looking at Danielle, who just rolled her eyes at him and stalked back to Rogue's table...he could have SWORN he heard the word 'loser' on her breath.
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And there's the first chapter. Okay, first of all, for those wondering what happened to my Muscial Triology and Shifting Sands, i haven't abandoned them. The computer i was writing them on got a virus and i'm currently using an old computer. As seen as i didn't have the foresight (yes, i'm an idiot) to save all my notes onto floppy, they are still on my computer, being repaired by my brother. So, until i get my computer back (which can be anything between a few days to a few weeks), the other two fics are on hold. Hopefully this can hold you down until then. Sorry about that ;) Anyway, do review, until next time...
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Christmas was on its way! Lovely, glorious, beautiful Christmas around which the entire kid year revolved".
****
I suppose you COULD call this a parody, as it is A Christmas Carol, but not actually taken directly from any movie, or the book in particular, more like a mixture of it. If it's been inspired by any version in particular, i would have to say the TV movie that came on a few years ago here in the UK (It Ross Kemp in it). THIS is what happens when i'm kept away from my computer for a long time and unable to write my other fics. On a warning note, this fic is rated for a reason, it is set in a dark future and is probably the darkest fic i have ever written to date (yes, darker than 'Dark History'). but i'm damn proud of it. This fic is set about 20 years in the future of Evolution, so most of the teens are in their mid-to-late- thirties...those that are alive, that is, mowhahahahaha! Ahem...read on.
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Chapter 1 - A dark future
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The sun shone brightly on the crisp morning of Christmas Eve, a thick blanket of snow carpeted the ground of the town of Bayville, the last sanctuary of mutantkind. Pietro Maximoff took in a deep breath, holding his coat close to him as he stepped out of his appartment building into the cold air. Many years had passed since he had arrived in this town as a teenager. He was now in his late thirties, and, if he did say so himself, was doing very well for himself. His buisness was protection, mutant protection. He sold out Sentinel Cloaking Systems (SCS's) and charged for their running. Up until last year, he had been working in a partnership with his good buddy, Lance Alvers. Unfortunately, Lance had been killed under 'mysterious circumstances' and had left the entire empire for Pietro to run....leaving him a very rich mutant. He narrowed his eyes as he walked past Torpid..one of the few surviving Morlocks. Sure, she was older now, but still living rough, her brown hair matted as she tried to warm her huge hands on a pitifully small fire. She glanced up at him hopefully.
"You better have moved yourself by the time i get back", said Pietro, "i don't want urchins on my doorstep"
Torpid narrowed her eyes at him, sneering as she watched him pass, then smiled up as Amanda Wagner came over to her, handing her a blanket. Amanda smiled at the younger woman, then looked at Pietro's retreating back.
"Pietro!", she called out.
"Not now, Amanda, i'm busy", he said, turning around a street corner.
He rolled his eyes as Sam Guthrie ran over to him.
"Sorry a'hm late, Pietro", he said, "a'h was down at the hospital with Rahne and..."
Pietro held up a hand to silence him, not stopping from walking.
"We got a busy day, today, Guthrie", said Pietro, striding along, Sam doing his best to keep up, "got alot of familys to visit before Christmas Eve is up"
"That's what a'h wanted to talk to you about, Pietro", said Sam, "a'h err...a'h was hoping..well, you know, Christmas being a time for family and all...could a'h have"
Sam's voice went very small.
"The day off?"
Pietro looked at him like he had grown an extra head.
"Why would you want the day off?", he said, bewildered.
"Well...it's Christmas Day tomorrow, Pie", said Sam, "and..well... me and Rahne..we were planin' on spending the day in hospital with Tanya...she's not gettin' any better ya know and...."
"Okay, fine", said Pietro, "even if it's the best time of year for us. Everyone's at home, we can collect their debts, KNOWING they'll be there. I SUPPOSE i can do the work alone, but it's coming out fo your salary, Guthrie"
"But...a'h barely have enough for Doctors bills as it is", said Sam, "it's hard to find a doctor nowadays that'll treat a mutant and..."
"It comes out of your salary or you work the day, Sam", said Pietro, take it or leave it"
Not letting Sam give an answer, he pounded on the door of a home they had come to.
The door creaked open and Bobby Drake poked his head out and blinked at them
"Oh...hi", he said with a nervous laugh, "i..didn't expect you today"
"Life's fulla suprises, isn't it?", said Pietro pushing his way in, "where's my payment, Drake?"
"Well..i...i don't have it", said Bobby, "it being Christmas and all... i'll have the money for you by next week..."
"Not good enough", said Pietro, looking at the side of the door at a small metal plate that was beeping.
He ripped it off the wall, handing it to Sam to carry.
"HEY!"
From another room stormed Jubilee, narrowing her eyes.
"You can't take that!!", she said, "it's our Sentinel Cloaking System..without it, those damn Sentinels will know exactly where we are...we'll be sitting ducks!"
"Should have thought about that before you fell back on your payments", said Pietro.
"Honey, shhh, we'll get it back", said Bobby gently.
"No, i will not 'shhh'", said Jubilee, crossing her arms, "there was never a price on this technology when Forge and Tabby were alive"
"Nope, there wasn't", said Pietro with a grin, "small minded idiots, look where it got them. A one way ticket to six feet down under..and i don't mean Austrailia. Have a nice day, you give me your payment, you get your safety device back....and you'll WANT it back. Remember what happened to poor Kurt"
Humming happily as he left that vile thought in the air, he pushed Sam out of the door and took the device off him, smiling happily as he walked along the street.
"Still making money off the backs of the dead?", said a voice from the side
Pietro turned to see Kitty, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Sure am", he said proudly, "if they were foolish enough to die and leave their empires for me to take advantage of, more fool them"
Kitty shook her head.
"You poisoned Lance", she said, "he was doing fine until he went into buisness with you...You changed him, and now he's dead, because of you"
"Hey, i didn't shoot the guy", said Pietro with a shrug, "he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and i didn't poison him, your husband was like that from the start".
Kitty closed her eyes.
"You could at LEAST have had the decency to go to his funeral", she chocked out, "he was your BEST friend, and you didn't even see him off"
"I was busy", replied Pietro, "and i'm busy now, so if you don't mind moving, Mrs Alvers, i'll be on my way"
"Gladly", hissed Kitty, moving out of the way as he walked past, still carrying the SCS.
Sam winced walking past and giving Kitty a appologetic look, which was rewarded with a sad smile.
"Happy Holidays, Sam", she said, "say hi to Rahne for me"
"A'h will", said Sam with nod, "Happy Holidays, Kitty"
"Time's wasting, Guthrie!", came Pietro's sing-song voice.
Sam sighed, shaking his head and following after his boss.
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And so the day went on, until finally night arrived. Pietro had sent Sam off home, presumably forgetting that he had given Sam the day off and telling him to be in for work the next morning. Hey, he was throwing the guy a bone here, he wanted his kid to get better, he had to make the money for it, heh. He chuckled to himself as he sat in Harry's bar, sipping at a drink.
"Hey Pietro. I can't stay long, this isn't exactly the best of environments for me"
Pietro turned to see his twin sister, Wanda, her hair was long..as it had been when she was young. She was still stunningly beautifull, even with the very obvious bump in her belly. Pietro sighed inwardly, he knew what was coming next.
"No"
Wanda frowned.
"Oh come on, Pietro, i ask you EVERY year and EVERY year, you turn me down", she said.
"Yeah, you'd think that'd tell you something, wouldn't it, sis?", he asked, "it isn't you, i just don't like being near him"
"That 'him' is my husband, and YOUR brother-in-law", snapped Wanda, "what is WITH you, he's done nothing wrong!"
"That depends on your point of view", said Pietro, "i don't like him, plain and simple. I'm not coming Wanda, not now, not ever"
Wanda sighed, crossing her arms.
"I'll set a place for you...if you change your mind", she said softly, before turning back and heading out of the bar.
"Yeah...that'll happen", said Pietro, rolling his eyes, ahh well, back to peace and being alone...no such luck.
"Here"
Pietro turned to see Danielle Moonstar, glaring at him.
"Oh, hello", said Pietro snidely, "if it isn't Pochahontas' evil twin".
Danielle shook her head and deposited a cocktail glass, untouched on his table...to be precise, a cocktail he had bought.
"She doesn't want your drinks, she doesn't want anything to do with you, so leave her alone", she said.
Pietro glanced behind Dani to see Rogue sitting on a different table, trying to be invisible, looking anywhere but at him. Pietro frowned before looking at Danielle, who just rolled her eyes at him and stalked back to Rogue's table...he could have SWORN he heard the word 'loser' on her breath.
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And there's the first chapter. Okay, first of all, for those wondering what happened to my Muscial Triology and Shifting Sands, i haven't abandoned them. The computer i was writing them on got a virus and i'm currently using an old computer. As seen as i didn't have the foresight (yes, i'm an idiot) to save all my notes onto floppy, they are still on my computer, being repaired by my brother. So, until i get my computer back (which can be anything between a few days to a few weeks), the other two fics are on hold. Hopefully this can hold you down until then. Sorry about that ;) Anyway, do review, until next time...