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 have exams next week." That was my planned apology for not updating in a while. And it's true too, I do, in fact, have exams. It's sad, yes, but true. I need to study. So, not many updates will be coming your way until my exams are over.
Notes2: I'm considering deleting this fic, and putting it on my other account, Mendari. It's just, this account was meant for OC stories, and this story is void of OCs. Plus, this account [gonewiththepixiestix] is shared. But I don't know. If you think I should, tell me.
Notes3: Question: Should I make this sort of Rahne/John? Those are my single two favorite characters, and they would make a pretty cool pairing. But, Rahne is about fifteen, right? And John is what, seventeen? Well, it's not as bad as AMYRO fics. Amara is only thirteen in Evo, and as I said before, John is much older. [Yah, I found out Rahne is a older than Amara.]But anyway, should I? Please tell me.
While I'm at it, I'll put the ages of the recruits in this fic. Because, after all, this fic will contain a lot of the new recruits.
Amara Aquilla- 13
Tabitha Smith- 15
Rahne Sinclair- 15
Jubilation Lee- 13
Sam Guthrie- 16
Roberto DaCosta- 17
Ray Crisp- 16
Jamie Madrox- 12
Bobby Drake- 15
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"Has anyone seen Rahne?" asked Sam; "I was going to play fetch with her. Has anyone seen her at all?" he said. He had just walked into the Rec. Room, where Ray, Bobby, and Jubes where playing Pool.
"Nope," Ray said, and lined up for a shot.
Jubes looked up, "I think she went outside," she said.
Sam nodded, "Oh, ok. But, it's been a while, shouldn't she be back?" He worried easily.
"Ah, stop being so uptight! She's fine," Ray laughed as he sunk in the eight ball, causing Jubilee to sigh. That was his third win in a row.
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"Ooh, forty bottles of beer on the wall! Forty bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, thirty-nine bottles of beer on the wall!" John sang, it had been a while since we last left them. They where about half way to the store. Magento's compound truly was in the middle of nowhere.
Rahne was getting tired of this song. He had begun at one hundred bottles, and was down to forty. It had to be the single most repetitive song in the history of mankind, and she was so tired of it, it he continued singing it she would hurt him. But, living with people like Bobby and Amara had given her patience. So she decided to let him finish. After all, only thirty-eight more bottles to go, right? And she could always tune it out, right?
------ TWENTY MINUTES LATER-----
"Ooh, one bottle of beer on the wall, one bottle of beer! Take one down, pass it around, no bottles of beer on the wall!" John finished his song; he was out of breath, to say the least. "Wasn't that fun? It was fun, right?" he said.
Rahne nodded, she was so happy it was over. She had been sure that song would last forever, but finally it was over. Rahne didn't know if she had ever been this relieved in her life. "Yes, it was very fun, lad" she said.
"Let's sing it again! Ooh, one hundred bottles of beer on the wall, one hundred bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall," he began.
"NO, PLEASE NO," Rahne screamed.
John looked a little taken back. His bottom lip quivered, "Do you not like my singing? It's better than Remy's.." he said sadly.
Rahne looked at John, who seemed like he might cry. She hated to be so mean to someone who had the same amount of brain cells as the average cucumber, "No, your singin' is very nice. But, sing somethin' else, please," she said.
Pyro brightened at once, "Sure thing, shelia! It's a small world after all; it's a small world after all! It's a small world after all! It's a small, small world."
Rahne immediately wished she had never said anything. Or for that matter taken him on this trip. On the up side, there was only ten more minutes to go. But how long could she last?
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Sabortooth sniffed the air, where was the dog girl? He was standing by Piotr, who was still asleep. Even after Victor had thrown the remainder of the living room around, and on top of, him. That kid really could sleep like a rock.
Where was she?
He took a deep breath through his nose, and crouched down to the floor. She had been here earlier, they she had moved to the laundry room. Victor got up and walked to the laundry room, to find that the dryer was dead. It had huge square like dents in it, and the door was thrown off. A table nearby was dented and overturned. Apparently John had been allowed near the household appliances again.
She wasn't there, he sighed. Where could she have gone? Then he caught her scent again; it was leading to- John's Room.
Now, Victor was a rather fearless man. He laughed at danger, and picked fights with immortal men such as Wolverine. But, even he was afraid of that psychopath's room. Who knew what sort of insane things went on in there? But, he needed to find the wolf girl. The fate of the world depended on him, and he wasn't going to fail. Victor took a deep breath, and began to climb up the stairs.
He could see John's room through the open door. It looked as messy as usual; no one was really even all that sure what color the carpet was. Or rather, if there was a carpet. Magneto did, however, vaguely remember white carpet being up there before John moved in. But it was doubtful the carpet was still white. The one definite thing Victor noticed about John's room now, was the smoldering pile of ashes where his dresser used to be. He smelled the remnants of catnip in the ashes.
So that's where it had been. And now it was gone. Victor felt a deep sense of loss; the catnip had been his friend. But, it had been a casualty to St. John's insanity.
He needed to focus on the problem at hand, finding the wolf girl. She would die first, then he could avenge the catnip.
Yes, she had been here. But she had gone, and taken John with her. Why anyone would take John anywhere was beyond him. But, still.
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Remy walked into the Acolyte compound reading his brand new Anne Rice book; the very one Rogue had picked up. He had bought it, wait, scratch that, he had stolen it. Remy never looked up from his book as he shut the door with his foot, and walked into the living room.
The couch was still in shreds; actually, if possible it was even more shredded than before. The walls where covered in scratches, Remy would need to paint over that before the boss came back from wherever he was. Piotr was asleep, next to a broken window.
Remy and John had tested to see exactly how deep of a sleeper Piotr was, and it turns out he was practically dead as soon as he hit the pillow. He hadn't woken up when John had poured ice cubes down his shirt, or when Remy had put headphones playing Marilyn Manson on his ears, or when they had both jumped on the bed. I could go on listing the things they did, but it would be redundant. The fact was, waking up Piotr was impossible unless you knew how to do it properly.
"Oh, what beautiful drawings! Dey capture Kitty so wonderfully! Remy especially like dis one, where she be havin' no clothes on!" Remy said loudly.
Piotr woke up immediately, and sat up. He turned angrily to Remy, "I told you not to look at my drawings, comrade. Hand them over!"
Remy held up both hands empty, having put his book on his lap. "Remy don't have no drawings, they still be in your room. Remy jus' need to wake Piotr up," he replied.
Piotr sighed and stood up, "Say, where is John and Rahne?"
