This will be my last chapter. I am not getting any reviews or anything. So this is pointless. I am writing a story on paper here at home, I was doing this for fun and for other people to read. I've seen some sucky stories out there, but mine is halfway decent. Well, I will never know, cause I don't have any reviews, negativities, anything! Well, for those of you that do read this, I hope you enjoy this. See ya.

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After everybody had gotten home, we went and cleaned up the mess the army and police had made of our house. Jubilee was crying because they had rummaged through her dresser, where she kept her "treasures" from home. I went around and collected my papers, and put them on the table again. "Well, I'm done here," I muttered walking from the room. "Madison! Won't you help me clean up some?" Jubilee whimpered from the room. "Sorry Jubilee, I have to go and do some shopping." I walked down the hallway amid the mess from the remaining rooms, and went to the elevator. "Main Level."

Luckily, I found the professor in the foyer. "Professor, I'm going out for a bit."

"Oh, Madison, you have a phone call in the hallway," he said reaching to the floor to retrieve some papers. "Oh, um okay." I walked, kinda confused, to the hallway and picked up the phone. "Hello?" I said quietly. "Oh, jeez, hey Pietro." How he got the number? Your guess is as good as mine. "No, I'm fine. I'm coming over there now. I was just heading out the door." I listened to his gabbing and then smiled. "I'll be there in ten minutes. I need a walk. No-no, I wont port. I need a walk, I need air. Holy shit Pietro, I'll be there in ten!" I listened to some racket in the back and laughed, "I'll see you in ten!"

I ran to the door, stopped, grabbed my sweatshirt, and walked outside. I found my cigarettes, lit one up, and headed to the Brotherhood house. I needed to see if Pietro knew anybody that sold cigarettes on the street. Or if he could help me get some, with his speediness. Rummaging through my pockets, I found a fifty dollar bill, and a paper. I opened it and frowned. It was that sad song I wrote that day in the amphitheater. I stuffed it back in my pocket and tried to forget the sad memories it brought back. Sure, I could have thrown it away, but I feel that I should keep it, it was still important. I puffed a bit of smoke out of my mouth, smiled, and ported to the Brotherhood house.

Standing at the door, I finished off my cigarette, and stamped it out. Then I knocked on the door. Lance answered, and I blew the rest of my smoke in his face. "What's going on rock tumbler?" I said smiling and looking past him. He sneered and moved out of the door without a word. "Aw, not gonna welcome me?" He still didn't answer, so I didn't push him to anything dangerous. "Well, do you know where Pietro is?" He pointed up the stairs and I smiled. "Thank you Lance. See ya later." I ran up the stairs and stopped at Pietro's door. "Knock, knock Pietro!" I called walking in. He grinned at me as he pulled a shirt on. "Hey Madison. What's going on? Guess you ported?"

"Yep. Nothing really is going on. They trashed our house. Didn't bother me, my room looked the same as ever. But they messed with my poems and shit, so that pissed me off. But your place doesn't look that bad. Kinda the same as my room."

"Yep. We don't give a shit, there's nothing here we really care about. So what the hell."

"Ok. Well, I have a question for you. Maybe you know the answer, maybe not. Either way, you can still help me." He nodded, but looked uninterested. "Shoot."

"Do you know any street dealers? For cigarettes?"

"No…I don't smoke. But I know that there are some around here. We can find one."

"Okay, cause I'm not old enough to buy them in the stores. I had a dealer in Baltimore. He got me my tattoo too. Damn shame I lost him."

"Well, I could just zoom in a store and get you a carton too. Is that the 'either way' you were talking about?"

"Yep. I think though, that would be a hell of a lot easier. Let's head into town."

So we took off into town, in Lance's Jeep. Pietro had his license, unknown to me, but hey that was a good thing. I could get mine here too. For a fresh start. I turned the music way up, and sat back in my seat, staring at the sky. It was a baby blue, as it is most of the time. There were horsetail clouds. It would rain later today or tonight. The sun was high up today too. It was very hot. It would definitely rain today. "Whatcha lookin' at?" Pietro interjected through the music. "The sky," I said dreamily. "Why? It's just the sky."

"It fascinates me. It's gorgeous. I love to see how it changes."

"Oh…okay." He must have thought I was crazy saying that. I smiled once again and closed my eyes. "So Pietro, what was your relationship like with your father when you were a child?" I asked starting a new conversation. "It was…better than it is now. Definitely. But, he put Wanda in this asylum when she couldn't control her powers. She got them really young. She's hated him ever since. But my father and I were a lot closer. We talked, and spent time together. It was a basic father and son thing. With the addition that he and I were mutants. He took it seriously and did a lot of what he does today."

"Oh. Well, aside from the fact that my parents aren't mutants, I had an okay time with them until I was twelve. It was a nice life. Then this happened and everything, absolutely everything, went down the shit hole to hell. They always told me I was a mistake, I was an abomination, told me to die, to runaway, to leave them and my their perfect son alone, they hit me, humiliated me when the decided to take me into town, it was complete hell."

In town, we walked around, hand in hand, Pietro worried about what I had told him. He was saddened by it, and hurt. He kept apologizing for it, but I made him stop. It was annoying. And I didn't sound at all like him to apologize. But I appreciated it. I told him that too, and he smiled and cheered up a bit. "So, let's find a store, and get you some cigarettes."

"Any gas station or market will do," I said eying a market across the street. "Sure. Wait here."

He casually walked across the street and then dashed back to me. "What kind?"

"Camels. Short 100's." He nodded and ran off again. A few minutes later, he casually walked back with a bag in hand. "Nobody saw or even sensed me, so I even had time to grab a bag."

I smirked and took the bag, he had taken three cartons for me. And, "What's this?" I said pulling a bottle of hard lemonade from the bag. "That," he said in an attempt of a manly voice, "is mine."

"Alright, you enjoy that now."

We walked around town talking, Pietro sipping his lemonade, when he had a chance, and I smoking. Freely. I could for two reasons. One, I was a mutant, and nobody would bother me. Two, I didn't give a shit if anybody saw. "Bye the way, thanks for this Pietro."

"It's all fun for me. No problem."

"Great. Now I think it's time for some fun for both of us. Piss some people off time."

"Excellent. What to do?" He grinned a devilish grin and pulled me back to the Jeep.

"So, where are we headed?" I asked as we sped along downtown. "Well, I think we could cause some problems with the town power, water, and propane systems. And then get the police to chase us around a bit. But we have to think of a reason to make them do that."

"Ok, so we need to get to the power and water plant first. I think my hexes could do some damage there. Then, I think we should go make trouble right near the police station."

"Cool. Well, we're five minutes away from the plants. They're side by side."

"How convenient. How convenient that really is."

When we arrived at the plant, I hopped out of the Jeep to see what kind of security there was. "Go around behind that building across the road. There's a gate. I'll port in." He nodded and leaned out of the window to kiss me. I smiled and ran to behind a tree and watched him sped away. I ported to the top of a water containment center and looked around. I could flood this place. Then I could cut the power for the entire town! It would be excellent! I put a devilish grin on and ported down to the entire electrical control panel. Now, why was this gated in? I didn't care, I ported to the top of the gate and balanced. I fired up some hexes, bigger than normal, and aimed at the circuits and wires. I let the hexes go and watched the display. It was wondrous! A beautiful display of lights and color! Gorgeous! I cackled as I ran to the water container and fired up more hexes. I ran up the side of the container, with my excellent agility, and came to the top. I released another hex and watched the side of it crack. I let off another and it burst, sending water shooting out of the top and down the side. I fired off more as I ran to another container and ran for the gate as I leaped over some guards. I may not have had a tail and the body of Kurt, but I was just as agile, swift, and able as he was.

Across the road I dashed, until I came to the Jeep. I leaped in and told Pietro to drive fast, it was going to be wet. And it was, we barely made it off the block as water came spilling onto the road. I laughed as we sped away, and as the water violently spilled into the road. "Awesome!" I called as we sped along the wet roads. This was so much fun! I noticed that as we drove, people came out into the streets looking for the reason as to why they had no power. They quickly went back in as water rushed along the streets. There couldn't be that much. And there wasn't, it all swirled away, and seemingly danced in the streets as cars and people passed through it.

"Ok, now to the police station!" Pietro called to me. "What should we do?" I asked. "Well, the town just set up a new display at town hall. It's anti mutant. Wanna defile it?"

"They might know it's us. We are mutants. They would check all the mutants. Right?"

"Yeah. But there's one word that can fix all of that."

"Oh, and what word would that be Mr. Smarty Pants?" He looked over at me and grinned. "It's my favorite word. Deny, deny, deny!" He laughed and came to a stop in front of town hall. "Well, ya up for it or not?" I couldn't say no. No way. "Let's do it!" He leaned into the back of the Jeep and tossed some cans of spray paint to me. "Lance always keeps these in here."

"Well, that's even more convenient." We walked up to the display, and shook our heads. There were pictures of what mutations looked like, pictures of mutants that more than likely lived in the sewers, they were a bit hideous, and models of what altered bodies looked like. "They make us out to be monsters," I said giggling. "Well, let's fix this up a bit." Nobody was around, so we got to it. We sprayed messages, profanities, and changed the ideas all together. "JUSTICE FOR ALL MEANS MUTANTS TOO!" was the one I wrote across the wall. I liked it, and it made a good point. Pietro had fun with the swear words. "Fuck the normies!", "NORMS ARE LOSERS!", "SCREW THE NORMS! FREE THE MUTANTS!", and "WE'RE ALL EQUAL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!" were his messages. "Take it easy there speedy." He smiled and did a bit more. We heard voice, and ran back to the Jeep. "Well, I think we've had enough fun for today. Stolen, defaced public property, and destroyed private property. Let's get back to your place."

"Alright!" he jumped in, me after, and we sped off to the Brotherhood house.

Well there you have it! Told ya there was a rating for language. Well, if I don't see any reviews, good or bad, I'm done. This is all. Well, if anybody reads these, hope you liked!!! Bye!