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Here it is people. Chapter 4. Sorry I took so long to update.
I haven't received any reviews for Chapter 3, and I'll have you all know that I'm very depressed. I think that you people don't like my story!!! WAAH! **************************************************************************** ***
Wanda woke up clutching her head. For a few seconds she could not remember anything, but then it all came back.
Or did it? She knew who she was, where she was. She knew that she lived with her teammates, Lance, Todd, Fred, Pietro- Pietro. Her twin brother. Wanda growled and some things in her room began to shake. She thought of her brother and her father. Her father Magneto.
A light bulb cracked. Wanda remembered all the things he had done to her, and then, he captured her and he had Mastermind do something to her mind and then- Wanda felt strange. Suddenly an image of her and Pietro, both young, riding a carousel flashed through her mind. *What?* Wanda thought *That never happened! Father abandoned me way before then!* Then more memories came back to her. Her father being dead and her being- sad? And then, Pietro saving her and then them saving Magneto from Apocalypse. If she remembered correctly.
And then there was last night. She remembered the talk she and Pietro had. *How dare he!* she thought *Yell at me like that when that bastard abandoned me, betrayed the Brotherhood, and joined Magneto! And why- why did I let it go like that?* Wanda thought. It seemed that after Mastermind had done whatever he had to her, she had been nice- or nicer- to her family. But why? Mastermind did create illusions but- it just didn't fit. None of it fit.
Panicking, Wanda jumped out of bed and started down the hall. Maybe someone else had the answers for her. Wanda walked hurriedly towards the staircase when someone grabbed her arm. At first Wanda tried to pull her arm free the grip held.
"Get off me!" she warned.
"Calm down Wanda" Mystique's voice said. Wanda calmed down. She turned to see the blue mutant leaning on the door frame that led to her extravagant bedroom.
"Now tell me, why are you hurrying? You're usually not a morning person" Mystique grinned. Wanda swallowed.
"Something weird is happening to me" she said.
"What is it?" Mystique said, inviting the girl into her bedroom and letting her sit on the bed. Cautiously, Wanda explained all that had happened, or all she could explain. Mystique listened patiently and, supposedly, sympathetically.
"Well" she said "if you want an explanation, you've come to the right person"
"You know?" Wanda asked hopefully.
"Actually my dear, most everyone knows"
"Huh?"
"Never mind. You see Wanda, Mastermind erased you're memory"
"He *what*?!"
"Let me finish! Specifically, he erased the bad memories of your childhood and replaced them with happier ones, so that you would stop hunting out your father. That's why you remember being sad when he died, and being nicer to Pietro and all." Mystique stopped. Wanda was in shock for a few moments, but then spoke.
"But then- if he erased my memories then how-?"
"I think" the blue mutant said "that either your mind has repaired itself or there's something wrong with Mastermind's powers"
"But Magneto" Wanda whispered and then her voice got louder "how could he have done that?! That *bastard*!" Anger coursed through Wanda's body and room began to go crazy.
"Wanda!" Mystique called while dodging a flying lamp. Wanda tried to calm herself down as best she could.
"Sorry" she said "I'll help clean it up later. Right now I have to find my father." The door slammed behind her. Mystique looked around the disheveled room but she didn't seem to mind it.
"The girl was livid" she said to herself "Good."
***
"Sir?" Mastermind knocked softly at Magneto's office door.
"Come in" came the deep, menacing voice that always sent chills down Mastermind's spine. He opened the door. The room was neatly organized with a large desk, with rows of filing cabinets on one wall, and rows of books on the other. Magneto himself was seated at the desk, operation a computer.
"Sir" Mastermind said cautiously "I think that we might have a problem"
"A problem?" Eric Lensherr turned to face his minion.
"Yes sir. I'm not entirely sure of it, but I sense something might be wrong"
"What's wrong?"
"I-I don't know. But I just feel-"
"You said you're not sure if something's wrong?"
"Yes"
"And you don't even know what *might* be wrong?"
"Yes"
"Then ignore it"
Here it is people. Chapter 4. Sorry I took so long to update.
I haven't received any reviews for Chapter 3, and I'll have you all know that I'm very depressed. I think that you people don't like my story!!! WAAH! **************************************************************************** ***
Wanda woke up clutching her head. For a few seconds she could not remember anything, but then it all came back.
Or did it? She knew who she was, where she was. She knew that she lived with her teammates, Lance, Todd, Fred, Pietro- Pietro. Her twin brother. Wanda growled and some things in her room began to shake. She thought of her brother and her father. Her father Magneto.
A light bulb cracked. Wanda remembered all the things he had done to her, and then, he captured her and he had Mastermind do something to her mind and then- Wanda felt strange. Suddenly an image of her and Pietro, both young, riding a carousel flashed through her mind. *What?* Wanda thought *That never happened! Father abandoned me way before then!* Then more memories came back to her. Her father being dead and her being- sad? And then, Pietro saving her and then them saving Magneto from Apocalypse. If she remembered correctly.
And then there was last night. She remembered the talk she and Pietro had. *How dare he!* she thought *Yell at me like that when that bastard abandoned me, betrayed the Brotherhood, and joined Magneto! And why- why did I let it go like that?* Wanda thought. It seemed that after Mastermind had done whatever he had to her, she had been nice- or nicer- to her family. But why? Mastermind did create illusions but- it just didn't fit. None of it fit.
Panicking, Wanda jumped out of bed and started down the hall. Maybe someone else had the answers for her. Wanda walked hurriedly towards the staircase when someone grabbed her arm. At first Wanda tried to pull her arm free the grip held.
"Get off me!" she warned.
"Calm down Wanda" Mystique's voice said. Wanda calmed down. She turned to see the blue mutant leaning on the door frame that led to her extravagant bedroom.
"Now tell me, why are you hurrying? You're usually not a morning person" Mystique grinned. Wanda swallowed.
"Something weird is happening to me" she said.
"What is it?" Mystique said, inviting the girl into her bedroom and letting her sit on the bed. Cautiously, Wanda explained all that had happened, or all she could explain. Mystique listened patiently and, supposedly, sympathetically.
"Well" she said "if you want an explanation, you've come to the right person"
"You know?" Wanda asked hopefully.
"Actually my dear, most everyone knows"
"Huh?"
"Never mind. You see Wanda, Mastermind erased you're memory"
"He *what*?!"
"Let me finish! Specifically, he erased the bad memories of your childhood and replaced them with happier ones, so that you would stop hunting out your father. That's why you remember being sad when he died, and being nicer to Pietro and all." Mystique stopped. Wanda was in shock for a few moments, but then spoke.
"But then- if he erased my memories then how-?"
"I think" the blue mutant said "that either your mind has repaired itself or there's something wrong with Mastermind's powers"
"But Magneto" Wanda whispered and then her voice got louder "how could he have done that?! That *bastard*!" Anger coursed through Wanda's body and room began to go crazy.
"Wanda!" Mystique called while dodging a flying lamp. Wanda tried to calm herself down as best she could.
"Sorry" she said "I'll help clean it up later. Right now I have to find my father." The door slammed behind her. Mystique looked around the disheveled room but she didn't seem to mind it.
"The girl was livid" she said to herself "Good."
***
"Sir?" Mastermind knocked softly at Magneto's office door.
"Come in" came the deep, menacing voice that always sent chills down Mastermind's spine. He opened the door. The room was neatly organized with a large desk, with rows of filing cabinets on one wall, and rows of books on the other. Magneto himself was seated at the desk, operation a computer.
"Sir" Mastermind said cautiously "I think that we might have a problem"
"A problem?" Eric Lensherr turned to face his minion.
"Yes sir. I'm not entirely sure of it, but I sense something might be wrong"
"What's wrong?"
"I-I don't know. But I just feel-"
"You said you're not sure if something's wrong?"
"Yes"
"And you don't even know what *might* be wrong?"
"Yes"
"Then ignore it"