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::sulking immensely:: Do I really have to say it each time. Yes? Aw…ok. I don't own the X-Men. In any way. But you all should know that.
It was so quiet…why? Why is there no noise? I don't like the silence. I cant think if it's quiet. I need noi- "Oi! Where are we!?" There we go…there it is. I just now realized that my eyes were closed. So, I opened them. It was completely white. My eyes hurt already. I squeezed them shut, and adjusted them to the dark, then back to the light. That was better. "Oi! Let us outta here!" Pyro called. Pyro? And why was he tethered to the floor? Why was I? I strained and tried to break it, but received a shock. "Hey! Where are we!?" I called. Pyro looked at me, and so did Toad, Blob, and…Remy. Ugh…where were we, and why Remy here too?
"Where are we yo?" Toad asked. "I don't know Toad," I said flatly. "I don't think any of us do. Do we?" Remy and Pyro shook there head, and Fred didn't answer. It was that ringing pain. It knocked us out, and that's why we were here. But where? "Dis has happened to Remy befo', but he neva got caught," Remy, of course, said glumly. I sighed, and looked at the floor as Pyro continued his shouts. After awhile, I got annoyed, and finally looked at Pyro and growled. "Shut the fuck up you dumbass! They're not going to let us go! Now, sit down!!!" He sat down fast. I can still hex, my hands weren't covered. But I couldn't port. I tried, but stayed in the same place. Nobody could get free. Not even Fred. He couldn't break the restraints. If we tried, we were shocked, but the cord itself was durable.
Remy began singing after a while, humming really, but every now and then, you could hear a word or two. I was tapping my foot impatiently, and rolling my head on my shoulders. Fred and Toad did nothing. Pyro, was still scared of me, and was sulking in the corner. I reached in my coat, which was still on, I figured that if we had been captured, we would have had our things taken away, but no. I pulled out a cigarette and called to Pyro. "Hey, flame boy, I need a light."
"Sorry sheila, no can do," he said. "What? You make fire! Now light this damn thing!" I spat. "I don't make fire, I only manipulate it," he corrected. I growled, went through my entire coat, searching for a lighter, or match, but found nothing. "Damn it!" I screamed. Toad and Fred looked at me, but I looked past them and dropped my cigarette. Then I closed my hands in each other, smiled, and held them out. They were glowing black. I pointed my hand at Pyro like a gun, and shot off a few hexes. He ducked two, but one grazed his face, leaving a slash across one side. "Damn it you little bugger! I'll light one! Holy shit!" I smiled, successful, and held up the cigarette. He took out his lighter and lit it, then shot a flame toward the cigarette. It lit up, and I thanked him. "See how easy that was?"
"You can't smoke in here," came a voice that I knew. That I thought I knew. That I know I know. It was…Logan. I think that's his name anyway. "Put it out Madison," it came again. Yeah, that's Logan. I didn't though, and I continued to smoke it. "Madison, put the cigarette out," Logan tried again. "Why should I? I'm not hurting anything. And we're not allowed to get up, so I'm occupying my time."
"I don't give a rat's tail what you say. Put the damn thing out!" he growled. I furrowed my brow and dropped it, then smashed as best I could with my foot. "Happy?" I asked. I got no reply. "Well, what now Wolvie?" I asked, teasing his name. "That's Wolverine to you, and right now, we're going to ask you some questions. And if you don't answer, we have a mind reader that will figure it out himself." I rolled my eyes, and heard footsteps out side the room we were in. Then, out of nowhere, a window showed up. The wall must have rolled up. There stood Logan, Jean, and Storm. The Professor sat, with his hands folded.
"Well, there's no question why you were here," the professor said, "Cerebro is always the target. I have yet to figure this out though." I smiled, and looked over at the others, who were yawning, grinning, or staring at the floor. Remy was staring at the floor, but he was interested, I could tell by the small grin he wore. "So, Madison, do you have any answers?"
"Well, I wish I did, but I'm a new member. I don't know nothing," I said with a smirk. Remy looked up and told the professor, "Account the fact that she is new monsieur. An' that she ony does what she is told to do by th' big guy. She don' get any o' the background information, nor do any o' us."
"Alright then Mr. LeBeau, let's here what you have to say about being here." We all snickered loudly as the professors and Jean stood and looked at us with annoyance. "Didn' I jus say that none o' us get any o' the background information? I don' know non," Remy said, as equally annoyed as the professors. "Can' you let us outta here!?" Pyro shouted, breaking out annoyance. Toad an Fred chuckled, and I rolled my eyes. "We need to interrogate you before we do that."
"Interro- what? Will that hurt?" Toad asked stupidly. "Ugh! Didn't we say that we don't know anything!?" I raged, impatient and more annoyed that ever. Jean then started to say, "We can still read your minds to see if-"
"Aw, shut it Jean! We don't want to hear anything from a little goody two shoes," I said, pulling at my restraints. I received a shock, and Jean smiled, but crossed her arms. "Ready professor?" she asked as she put her hands to her head. "Yes. Let us begin Jean," he answered. I braced for this, I heard that it hurt. "He closed his eyes and put his hands to his head too. "Don' worry chere. It don' hurt as much as people say," Remy said quietly. "I'm not worried," I lied.
I felt a twinge in my head, and jumped a bit, but then sighed and let them do what they had to do. But then, I heard the professor and Jean strain, and gasp in pain. I looked up at them, and sighed again. Thank god, they had stopped. But why? "Charles," a voice came from above us, "It's good to see you again." That was Magneto. Why was he here?
Sure enough, it was Magneto. I looked up, and saw that he was floating above all of us. There was an incredible hole in the ceiling. He had torn the metal apart. I smiled, and looked at the professor and the others too. "So Charles, would you mind letting my team go?" I watched as he and the others turned and discussed this, then as Logan typed something into a large computer type machine. Our restraints flew apart, and into the floor. I rubbed my wrists, and stretched as the guys stood up and walked toward me. I stood up slowly, with the un-requested help of Remy. "Thanks," I said quietly. "'T ain't nothin' chere," he said, charmingly. I groaned in my throat, and waited for Magneto to send another metal disk down to take us up through the hole. One came down, and I stepped onto it, after debating with Remy, and it whooshed up through the hole. I waved good bye to the professors as I did. It was sarcasm though. Above us, there were some of the X-Men, knocked out, on the roof. They lost another fight to the Acolytes and Brotherhood. And only half of them. Magneto's jet was there, so I jumped from the disk, and ran to it. Lance, Pietro, Sabretooth, Piotr, and Mystique were all there smiling, and talking about the recent victory. I smiled as Pietro stood up and ran to me. I gave him a hug as he told me that he was worried about my head after everything that the professor must have done to it. Worried about my head? I laughed in my head. Then I followed him to his seat, and sat with him. "Sorry that I couldn't help you before. Our jet was damaged while we were fighting. So, I took everybody to the house, and we got it repaired, and came back for you."
"Glad you did. They were about to break into my mind. I wonder if it would have hurt them?" I laughed and smiled as Pietro chuckled. The jet loaded up, and we took off.
"So, where's Wanda at?" I asked as we zoomed over the ocean. "She didn't want to come back to the moon, so she's living at the house."
"By herself?"
"Mystique is going to go back. She has some things to do at the desert base, and then she'll jet back there."
"Oh. So…was that mission unsuccessful?"
"Well…Mystique managed to slip past the professor as he was hitting us with mind blasts, and get a disk of the Cerebro blueprint. And functioning. So, no it was actually an okay mission." I nodded and stared out the window as we continued over the ocean. Besides the getting captured part, I could deal with this stealing and mission thing. It would be a fun life.
Sorry that took so long, horrible writers block. I've been standing in front of it all week almost. If some of you know what I mean. Well, I hope that you liked that. I'm still thinking for the next chapters. I have a good idea for the next one. Kinda lazy, but it'll do. Ok, I'm going to go now. I want reviews! PLEASE!!! I know that more than one person reads this! And I really don't care if you don't like this! If you don't, send me a bad review okay!? It's cool! Thanks! Buh-bye!