Misfits
"Ding dong, the witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch! Ding dong the wicked witch is dead!" Todd, Fred, Pietro and the Triplets were dancing around singing.
"Do you have to be so annoying?" Wanda snapped as she stormed down.
"Hey we were singing about Mystique not Magneto!" Fred said. Althea whacked him on the head. "Ow!"
"Face it we're all better off that they're both gone," Lance remarked.
"And Mr. Sensitive strikes again!" Althea snapped as she whacked him on the head.
"And so does Ms. PMS," Lance grumbled. "OW! I'M SORRY! ALTHEA DON'T HIT ME THERE! OW!"
"Yeah I didn't expect you guys to mourn him," Wanda sighed. "Not that I can blame you."
"Well that's why we were singing about Mystique and not you know who," Daria said. She looked at her sister's glare. "What? I didn't say Magneto!"
"I can deal with that," Wanda sighed. "It's just…I can't believe the X-Men didn't do anything! At least he was trying to stop Apocalypse! Which is more than what they did!"
"Well what the hell were they supposed to do Wanda?" Lance asked. "In case you didn't notice, Magneto was on a rampage! Nothing short of a nuclear bomb would have stopped him!"
"I hate to say this Wanda but it appears that Apocalypse is far too powerful to handle alone," Xi put his hand on her shoulder.
"I know I should hate him but he was still my father and now that he's gone…" Wanda sighed. "I feel like I have all these unresolved issues."
"Who doesn't have unresolved issues with their parents?" Todd sighed. "My old man wasn't exactly Mr. Sunshine before he bit the big one!"
"I still feel angry at him but right now I don't," Wanda sighed. "It makes no sense, but I just feel…Like I'm in shock."
"Don't worry," Pietro waved. "Soon you'll be your angry self again and things will be normal. Or as close as it's going to get for us."
"Well look at the bright side," Todd scratched his head. "At least you didn't shove your old man off a cliff and smash him into a million pieces!"
Wanda looked at him. "You have a point," She nodded.
