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: If I owned Xmen, I would be partying right now. Instead, I'm sitting on my bed with a laptop. See the difference?
Notes: I went to New York for Thanksgiving, yay for me. However, I only have today to update. Because, someone is taking my computer, whose name is Jannet, until Friday. So, no nothing until then. This is why I am taking the time to update today. Aren't I nice? I'm so nice.
Notes2: Once again, I shall take this time to say "Thanks" to everyone and anyone, who has reviewed, or plans on doing so in the future. Yayness to you. And, also Yayness to the person who is reading this very sentence right now. Kudos!
Notes3: It's a filler chapter, next one will be better I hope.
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If you didn't know dogs don't like fire, I'll tell you now. Dogs don't like fire. So it was common sense to realize Rahne didn't like fire either. A lot of people like fire, Rahne didn't. She jumped around franticly while John blinked slowly. What was she doing?
"John! C'mon, lad. Make the fire go out," she said, waving her arms around.
Make the fire go out? Never! It was too beautiful to simply be put out; he would never do such a thing. John found her asking to do something like put out the fire insulting. He had offended her greatly.
"Shelia, are you a few sandwiches short of a picnic or what? Why would I do som'thin' like that? It's bloody carker crazy!" said the pyromaniac Aussie.
Rahne had no idea what he had just said, "Say what?"
"I said, it's crazy!"
Rahne sighed, "Please, I need the catnip."
"I didn't know you liked catnip,"
"No, not for me."
"Oh, well. Too bad. It's all dead now," John grinned smugly.
"John, you just destroyed 99.1% of your things," she pointed out.
St. John shrugged in a sort of do-you-think-I-care fashion.
By now the dresser was a smoldering pile of splinters and ashes. The fire had managed to not spread to the bed, or any other rooms. Though John was insane in many ways, he knew now to let the fire get too out of control. He had been there before, and Magneto, for some reason, did not appreciate having to call the firefighters. Nor did he like having to rebuild houses that where no more. He didn't like finding dead animals on his favorite chair either, but that wasn't John, it was Victor so ha! But that's off subject. Back to Rahne and Johnny.
"Well, I need catnip and I need it now," Rahne said, she felt John was responsible for this.
"I can't drive, shelia," John pointed out.
"But you're seventeen,"
"I know, I should be able too! But ever since I totaled that golf cart and ran over Piotr, no one will let me near a car."
Rahne backed away a little bit, "Fine, then we'll walk!"
"We'll? We being you and your other personality?" John was confused.
"We bein' you and me!"
John blinked a little bit. Someone actually wanted to take him somewhere? It was a dream come true! Maybe this new girl wasn't so bad after all.
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Victor Creed was sharpening his claws outside on a tree. It would be an understatement to say the tree was dead, this tree was beyond dead. It was hardly anything resembling a tree anymore. Now, it was simply a pile of twigs cleverly disguised as a tree. Because Saborttooth had completely killed this once-a-tree.
He turned away, satisfied with his work and ready to go reek destruction somewhere else. Maybe he could go fight with Wolverine. That was always fun. Or, maybe he could go kill that wolf/dog girl. She didn't belong with the Acolytes anyway. Plus, she was part dog, and that was enough reason for him to murder her anyway. Victor smiled, and walked over closer to the compound. Supposedly, they had locked him out. But it was possible a window was open. If not he could always just rip open a wall, either one would work just fine.
He looked in one of the windows. Piotr was asleep on the floor, that boy could sleep through World War II. Taking this as a sign from God, Victor scratched the window somewhat carefully with a long claw. The window broke and was no longer in existence after a few more scratches. Grinning to himself, he climbed through and began his search for the dog girl.
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They walked out of the house inconspicuously, sort of. Actually, John cartwheeled out of the house. Rahne was the only one walking. After a few more cartwheels, John stopped. He grinned and skipped beside Rahne. She was already pretty annoyed.
"Will ye stop for a minute with the skipping?"
"Why?"
"Because, it be giving me a headache, lad!"
"Really?" John skipped in circles around her.
"STOP!"
John stopped, but he started whistling. He wasn't a bad whistler, but it was still incredibly annoying. Why was he so happy? Ack.
And they still had three miles to go.
