A car pulled up beside a looming falling apart victorian styled house. The young girl got out of the back seat, as if in a trance, still under the influence of Agatha's mysterious words. Mystique walked rapidly ahead of them. Getting to the front door, she threw it open and entered. Wanda could hear surprised yells from inside.
"...This place is like living in a dump!...You're pathetic, all of you...Whatever happened to the tough group of mutants I assembled?!......"
Wanda listened to all of this in a dream like state, the words coming as if from far away. Agatha's words had a calming effect on her mind, numbing the anger and aggression.
"...I bring you... our Secret Weapon!"
Wanda felt a light push from behind her, as Agatha pushed her gently forward, muttering strange words to her. Obediently, Wanda walked forward, into the house. The sudden light hit her in the face.
There was a sudden strangled yell. "WANDA?!"
Wanda gasped, her head snapping up. That voice... "PiETRO?!?!" The spell that Agatha had over her severed suddenly by this shock, Wanda growled. It *was* him. He hadn't changed one bit, except he carried himself with a bit more of an arrogant flair. Wanda narrowed her heavily eyeshadowed and mascaraed eyes into paper thin slits. His hair, white as snow, combed back into those two impossible bangs. His blue eyes were still the same. Everything about him was the same! But Wanda saw none of this. All she saw through her eyes was a nine year old standing by...*him*...abandoning her and leaving her fate to *them*. Uttering a practically inhuman cry, Wanda lunged at Pietro. "DIE!!"
Pietro, who was standing there gaping at his sister, ducked out of her attack. "Hey!" He hastily zipped out of her reach. "Wanda-" he tried again, but Wanda flung her hands up at that second, sending a calandebra flying in his direction.
"You traitor!" she spat, oblivious to the stares from the Brotherhood. "You betrayed me, you... you..." Too angry to think of a bad enough word, Wanda took her frustration out on whatever happened to be in front of her at the moment, which happened to be Todd. He was sent flying with a resounding "AAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!" into the living room, where there was a loud CRASH and a groan. Wanda glowered heatedly at Pietro. "You betrayed me, brother dear, and for that you *will* pay!" Before she could pounce on him again, Mystique grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"That's ENOUGH, Wanda. Save some of that energy for... a more... *appropriate* target. Killing Pietro right now will not do, however tempting. We'll need every person and power we can get for this next mission..." She left the room, beckoning Agatha to follow, leaving Wanda still glaring full force at Pietro.
"Wanda, it's... um.. nice to see you too... um.. wanna talk or something?"
"Or I have a better idea. How about you die right now for what you did to me?" Wanda snapped, starting to go at him again.
"Ontheotherhand,I'mquitetired,soIthinkI'mgonnagotobed.Rightnow.Toodles!" And with that, Pietro had zipped upstairs in the blink of an eye. Alone, upstairs in his room, Pietro plopped down on his bed. "Oh man, wonderful! Just perfect..." he groaned.
There was a sudden tap on the door. "Yo, Pietro, y'awake?"
"Go away Todd!" Pietro groaned
The door creaked open and Todd stuck his head in. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, fine. Just peachy. Except if you haven't noticed, I have a sister who WANTS TO KILL ME!!" Pietro snapped. "Other than that, I'm just fine!"
"Hey, anything you're not telling us about that we should really know Pietro?" Lance came into the room. Pietro groaned. "What part of leave me alone don't you guys understand? I'm tired. I need my beauty sleep. Go. Away."
"Pietro, who is that homicidal chick down there?" Lance demanded.
Pietro sighed. "Okay,okay,I see I'm not going to be getting any sleep in the next century until I answer your crummy question. If you must know," he muttered. "Her name's Wanda, she's my sister, and she has this serious thing against me."
"...This place is like living in a dump!...You're pathetic, all of you...Whatever happened to the tough group of mutants I assembled?!......"
Wanda listened to all of this in a dream like state, the words coming as if from far away. Agatha's words had a calming effect on her mind, numbing the anger and aggression.
"...I bring you... our Secret Weapon!"
Wanda felt a light push from behind her, as Agatha pushed her gently forward, muttering strange words to her. Obediently, Wanda walked forward, into the house. The sudden light hit her in the face.
There was a sudden strangled yell. "WANDA?!"
Wanda gasped, her head snapping up. That voice... "PiETRO?!?!" The spell that Agatha had over her severed suddenly by this shock, Wanda growled. It *was* him. He hadn't changed one bit, except he carried himself with a bit more of an arrogant flair. Wanda narrowed her heavily eyeshadowed and mascaraed eyes into paper thin slits. His hair, white as snow, combed back into those two impossible bangs. His blue eyes were still the same. Everything about him was the same! But Wanda saw none of this. All she saw through her eyes was a nine year old standing by...*him*...abandoning her and leaving her fate to *them*. Uttering a practically inhuman cry, Wanda lunged at Pietro. "DIE!!"
Pietro, who was standing there gaping at his sister, ducked out of her attack. "Hey!" He hastily zipped out of her reach. "Wanda-" he tried again, but Wanda flung her hands up at that second, sending a calandebra flying in his direction.
"You traitor!" she spat, oblivious to the stares from the Brotherhood. "You betrayed me, you... you..." Too angry to think of a bad enough word, Wanda took her frustration out on whatever happened to be in front of her at the moment, which happened to be Todd. He was sent flying with a resounding "AAAAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!" into the living room, where there was a loud CRASH and a groan. Wanda glowered heatedly at Pietro. "You betrayed me, brother dear, and for that you *will* pay!" Before she could pounce on him again, Mystique grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"That's ENOUGH, Wanda. Save some of that energy for... a more... *appropriate* target. Killing Pietro right now will not do, however tempting. We'll need every person and power we can get for this next mission..." She left the room, beckoning Agatha to follow, leaving Wanda still glaring full force at Pietro.
"Wanda, it's... um.. nice to see you too... um.. wanna talk or something?"
"Or I have a better idea. How about you die right now for what you did to me?" Wanda snapped, starting to go at him again.
"Ontheotherhand,I'mquitetired,soIthinkI'mgonnagotobed.Rightnow.Toodles!" And with that, Pietro had zipped upstairs in the blink of an eye. Alone, upstairs in his room, Pietro plopped down on his bed. "Oh man, wonderful! Just perfect..." he groaned.
There was a sudden tap on the door. "Yo, Pietro, y'awake?"
"Go away Todd!" Pietro groaned
The door creaked open and Todd stuck his head in. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah, fine. Just peachy. Except if you haven't noticed, I have a sister who WANTS TO KILL ME!!" Pietro snapped. "Other than that, I'm just fine!"
"Hey, anything you're not telling us about that we should really know Pietro?" Lance came into the room. Pietro groaned. "What part of leave me alone don't you guys understand? I'm tired. I need my beauty sleep. Go. Away."
"Pietro, who is that homicidal chick down there?" Lance demanded.
Pietro sighed. "Okay,okay,I see I'm not going to be getting any sleep in the next century until I answer your crummy question. If you must know," he muttered. "Her name's Wanda, she's my sister, and she has this serious thing against me."
