Title: Strangers with Candy
Summary: The Acolytes attempt to gain new members into their supreme team by kidnapping Xavier's new recruits. Unfortunately, this does not go very well.
Disclaimer: I really wish I owned the Acolytes, really. Especially John, who I love more than I can possibly say. However, I don't. If you think I do, I want what you're on really bad. Maybe whatever your on will make me think I own John, and if you can't have it, you can always think you do. What a lame motto I live by
Notes: This Fic was written exclusively by Mai of gonewiththepixiestix, in other words, please don't kill Tearra because you hate it. On that note, don't kill me either.
Notes2: THANK YOU REVIEWERS, COOKIES TO ALL WHO REVIEW! YAY!
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Rahne watched in fascination from on top of a nearby table, as John giggled evilly. He was standing next to the drying and washing machines. She had just witnessed him put seven bricks inside the dryer. John pushed the 'on' button, and quickly ran next to Rahne.
"Quick, shelia, get off the table!" he said, and pushed Rahne off.
Rahne landed with a thud, but got up fast, rubbing her back. She blinked a few times in surprise as John turned the table on its side. As all this was happening, the dryer was getting huge dents in it and making funny noises. Each time a brick hit the side, you could see a brick shaped indention come in. John dodged under the table, and Rahne, clueing in, got under it too.
And then the door to the dryer burst open, completely broken beyond repair and bent out of shape. This sent the seven bricks pummeling into the table at a breakneck speed, leaving dents in that too. Rahne had no comment, would her life be like this now? How sad.
"Wow, did yeh see tha', shelia? Tha' was great!" he said, very happy with himself.
"Comrade, did you put bricks in the dryer, again?" Piotr said, as he walked in.
John blushed, "uh, no, it was the shelia," he stuttered.
"You expect me to believe that?" Piotr frowned.
John looked like he wasn't listening, or maybe his attention span was so short he couldn't last a normal conversation. He skipped away happily upstairs, leaving Piotr and Rahne to ponder what just happened. Piotr groaned, and began to pick up bricks and straighten tables.
"The boss is not going to be being happy about this," he said solemnly, only to find Rahne had left too.
The ordeal with the dryer had given Rahne an idea on escape. She grinned like she Cheshire Cat; this was just too perfect. First, she needed to find the catnip. And second, she needed something to eat. Except the second part had nothing to do with the plan.
She wondered where people normally kept catnip, where was somewhere Sabortooth would not go? She shrugged, and figured maybe she should check the freezer first, Piotr seemed to like to keep things there.
In the freezer, she found a few socks, and something that looked disturbingly like blood in a test tube, but no catnip. She closed the freezer, and felt a little lost. Where was somewhere else Sabortooth wouldn't go? Just then she heard some explosions, coming from John's room. Now there was a place no one would go.
Then it hit her. Where was the scariest place ever? St. John's room of course! Grinning to herself, she made her way up.
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A sunny afternoon found Rogue walking down a street filled with shops. She was strolling with her head down, and a hoodie over her eyes. Most people would see just a dark figure, but Remy knew immediately it was Rogue. He smiled cockily, and watched her go into a bookstore.
He followed her in; she walked around a bit before finally picking up an Anne Rice book and sitting down. He conveniently sat near her, but where she wouldn't be able to see him unless she looked directly at him. Then he proceeded to memorize everything about her. The way she turned the page was such a turnon.
He smiled dreamily; his chere was so perfect. He closed his eyes, thinking of her too see if he had, in fact, memorized her.
When he opened his eyes she wasn't there.
Panic swept over Remy, where was she? Where could she be? Omigosh, she could get in trouble, or be hurt. He needed to find her. Remy stood up quickly.
"Lookin' foh someone, swamp rat?" came a sarcastic voice behind him. Remy turned swiftly around, seeing Rogue. "You've been stalkin' me foh the past hour and a half, why? What do ya want, Cajun?" she asked cruelly.
"Remy jus' happen the like books, dat be all," he said smoothly.
"ye follow me everywhere, leave me alone!" Rogue yelled, and turned around and left, leaving her book on a shelf.
Remy frowned, and watched her go. As soon as she was out of site, he picked up the book and inhaled the scent of Rogue. Mmmmm.
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St. John was lying on his bed; he had his feet in the air, and was on his stomach. Across the room from him, his dresser was on fire. He smiled, and watched the flames envelope all his belongings, seemingly enjoying this. Now all he had was the clothes he was wearing right now. John sighed deeply. Then he took out some silly string from under his bed, and sprayed some into the already raging fire.
As many people now, silly string is the most flammable household item you will ever find. This meant there was a rather big explosion following this action.
Rahne paused at the door, what was that noise? And why was there all tha heat coming from his room she rethought her plan silently, maybe this wasn't the best idea. But then, with a sudden splurge or courage, she opened the door. What she found was John in his boxers, watching his dresser go into flames. His lighter was next to him.
Rahne's eyes went wide, she realized john wanted his stuff to die, so she didn't' say anything but, "uh excuse me? Uh, Pyro? Would you happen to know where the catnip is?"
John nodded, "in there," he said, and pointed to his dresser, than was on fire.
Rahne screamed, "But John! I need that, please, please put the fire out."
John was rather startled, "uh, ok," he said, why was she screaming?
