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Author's Note: Erm...thanks for reading this! ^-^
Chapter 1: A Plan
The Brotherhood Boarding House was surprisingly quiet. Any passerby would have instantly noticed the lack of loud head-throbbing music and shouts of un-supervised teenage boys. Today was a different story. Today, the Brotherhood was quite tame. Or, as tame as they ever would be. Inside the broken-down living room, behind a few stacks of "to do" homework that would never be done and a few old sandwiches, Pietro Maximoff plotted. The Quicksilver was hunched over a notebook with several unintelligible scrawls floating across the pages. His grin broadened as he lifted his right hand bearing a black pen and drew a thick slash across the page. "YES!"
Lance Alvers drifted into the beaten room with a glass of milk in hand and a quizzical expression. "What'd you do now?"
Pietro wore an expression of sheer delight and pompousness. "What did I do? I just finished the X-Men, that's what I did!"
Lance's eyebrow arched. "You on something, Speedy?"
"It's THE Quicksilver to you, and no, I'm not on anything." Although Pietro wore a grin that he knew would drive Lance to drag the speed demon down to get a drug test. "But...the X-Men will wish I was on something other than their tail!"
"You're getting high off tails?"
"No, you moron!" In the blink of an eye, Pietro was leaning on Lance's shoulder. "Nobody's high. Except maybe Toad, but who cares about that? The point is I've figured out how to drive the X-Men to destruction! It's all written here!" Two blinks of an eye, and Pietro was gone and back beside Lance with the notebook. "Read!" The notebook was thrust into Lance's hands and the curious earth shaker scanned the pages skeptically.
Pietro watched Lance's expression shift from amused to plain confused, then concerned. "...This is chicken scratch!" Lance growled. "Just because you can do everything at super speed doesn't give you an excuse to write like...like...a monkey! Who the hell is going to be able to read this crap?!"
Pietro "humph-ed" and snatched the notebook back. "Shows how much YOU know. This happens to be the greatest plan in history!"
Just then, a lazy voice sounded from a dark corner of the room. "Yo, since when did I make a plan?" From the shadow came a cackling Toad with a toothpick hanging lazily from his lip.
Lance rolled his eyes. "Pietro...I definitely think Toad's on something."
Pietro growled. "Thatsnotthepoint! Itsmybrilliantplanyoushouldbethinkingabout! Theplantheplantheplan!" He jumped up and down a few times to accent his mini-tantrum.
Lance grabbed Pietro by the shoulders and shook him roughly. "Shut the hell up, Speedy! Just because you live the fast life doesn't mean we do too! Speak normally for once!"
"Yeah? Well..." Pietro's face betrayed his fishing for a comeback. "Well...you're a slo-mo!" The Quicksilver stuck his tongue out in a childish manner.
Toad chuckled. "Heh."
Lance ran a hand through his dark brown hair and sighed. "Okay, Mr. Speed. What's this brilliant plan of yours?"
Pietro grinned, then stopped. "I'm NOT on speed!" He ignored Lance's laughter and continued. "ANYWAY, this is only the most brilliant plan ever conceived by a mutant!" He threw his fist in the air, and paused. "Or a human!" He collected his hand and flipped through the notebook. "Okay, hereswhatwedo." Pietro grabbed Lance's head and pulled the earth shaker's ear close. Toad cocked his head to try and comprehend the whisperings, but the frog boy could hear nothing other than unintelligible blabber.
As Pietro pulled away, eyes glimmering with pride and malice, Lance could only stare at the ground. It seemed at first glance that Lance was overcome with joy. Second glance proved first glance wrong. "What...the...HELL?! That's your brilliant plan?!"
Pietro grinned and nodded. "Uh-huh."
"That's...that's..." Lance couldn't even begin to describe this shamble of a plan. "What the HELL are you on?! You think playing "Truth or Dare" with the X-Men is going to stop them?"
"Yeah." Pietro only chuckled and shook his head slowly, patting Lance on the shoulder. "Oh, Lance...LanceLanceLanceLanceLance...your mind is so simple." He smiled in a way that can be only described as a teacher to a young mentally handicapped child. "You don't see the sheer beauty of it all. This wouldn't be merely a game. This would be a dagger slicing through the protective skin of the X-Men. Think about this. The X-Men can't be nearly as perfect as they let on. Though this innocent game we can probe and purge the darkest secrets of these so-called heroes. As for dares? We can dare them to do things they would never do. But, would any of those stuck-up sissies turn down a challenge in any way? Of course not! That's the brilliance of it!" He chuckled. "We can't lose! And after their spirits are broken and confidence beaten, secrets smeared across the floor, it will be easy to crush them in our next fight."
Lance stared off into space, letting it sink in. It made a lot of sense. Pietro could be right. This could seriously damage the morale of the X-Men. But would Lance ever admit Pietro to be right? "Even if you put it that way. Your "plan" is just stupid. But it would be fun to see Summers squirm..." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah...I guess I'll go along with it."
Pietro grinned evily, the finer points of his plot whirling about his brain. He turned to a cackling Toad. Toad removed the toothpick from his mouth and smirked. "Count me in, yo."
Author's Note: Erm...thanks for reading this! ^-^
Chapter 1: A Plan
The Brotherhood Boarding House was surprisingly quiet. Any passerby would have instantly noticed the lack of loud head-throbbing music and shouts of un-supervised teenage boys. Today was a different story. Today, the Brotherhood was quite tame. Or, as tame as they ever would be. Inside the broken-down living room, behind a few stacks of "to do" homework that would never be done and a few old sandwiches, Pietro Maximoff plotted. The Quicksilver was hunched over a notebook with several unintelligible scrawls floating across the pages. His grin broadened as he lifted his right hand bearing a black pen and drew a thick slash across the page. "YES!"
Lance Alvers drifted into the beaten room with a glass of milk in hand and a quizzical expression. "What'd you do now?"
Pietro wore an expression of sheer delight and pompousness. "What did I do? I just finished the X-Men, that's what I did!"
Lance's eyebrow arched. "You on something, Speedy?"
"It's THE Quicksilver to you, and no, I'm not on anything." Although Pietro wore a grin that he knew would drive Lance to drag the speed demon down to get a drug test. "But...the X-Men will wish I was on something other than their tail!"
"You're getting high off tails?"
"No, you moron!" In the blink of an eye, Pietro was leaning on Lance's shoulder. "Nobody's high. Except maybe Toad, but who cares about that? The point is I've figured out how to drive the X-Men to destruction! It's all written here!" Two blinks of an eye, and Pietro was gone and back beside Lance with the notebook. "Read!" The notebook was thrust into Lance's hands and the curious earth shaker scanned the pages skeptically.
Pietro watched Lance's expression shift from amused to plain confused, then concerned. "...This is chicken scratch!" Lance growled. "Just because you can do everything at super speed doesn't give you an excuse to write like...like...a monkey! Who the hell is going to be able to read this crap?!"
Pietro "humph-ed" and snatched the notebook back. "Shows how much YOU know. This happens to be the greatest plan in history!"
Just then, a lazy voice sounded from a dark corner of the room. "Yo, since when did I make a plan?" From the shadow came a cackling Toad with a toothpick hanging lazily from his lip.
Lance rolled his eyes. "Pietro...I definitely think Toad's on something."
Pietro growled. "Thatsnotthepoint! Itsmybrilliantplanyoushouldbethinkingabout! Theplantheplantheplan!" He jumped up and down a few times to accent his mini-tantrum.
Lance grabbed Pietro by the shoulders and shook him roughly. "Shut the hell up, Speedy! Just because you live the fast life doesn't mean we do too! Speak normally for once!"
"Yeah? Well..." Pietro's face betrayed his fishing for a comeback. "Well...you're a slo-mo!" The Quicksilver stuck his tongue out in a childish manner.
Toad chuckled. "Heh."
Lance ran a hand through his dark brown hair and sighed. "Okay, Mr. Speed. What's this brilliant plan of yours?"
Pietro grinned, then stopped. "I'm NOT on speed!" He ignored Lance's laughter and continued. "ANYWAY, this is only the most brilliant plan ever conceived by a mutant!" He threw his fist in the air, and paused. "Or a human!" He collected his hand and flipped through the notebook. "Okay, hereswhatwedo." Pietro grabbed Lance's head and pulled the earth shaker's ear close. Toad cocked his head to try and comprehend the whisperings, but the frog boy could hear nothing other than unintelligible blabber.
As Pietro pulled away, eyes glimmering with pride and malice, Lance could only stare at the ground. It seemed at first glance that Lance was overcome with joy. Second glance proved first glance wrong. "What...the...HELL?! That's your brilliant plan?!"
Pietro grinned and nodded. "Uh-huh."
"That's...that's..." Lance couldn't even begin to describe this shamble of a plan. "What the HELL are you on?! You think playing "Truth or Dare" with the X-Men is going to stop them?"
"Yeah." Pietro only chuckled and shook his head slowly, patting Lance on the shoulder. "Oh, Lance...LanceLanceLanceLanceLance...your mind is so simple." He smiled in a way that can be only described as a teacher to a young mentally handicapped child. "You don't see the sheer beauty of it all. This wouldn't be merely a game. This would be a dagger slicing through the protective skin of the X-Men. Think about this. The X-Men can't be nearly as perfect as they let on. Though this innocent game we can probe and purge the darkest secrets of these so-called heroes. As for dares? We can dare them to do things they would never do. But, would any of those stuck-up sissies turn down a challenge in any way? Of course not! That's the brilliance of it!" He chuckled. "We can't lose! And after their spirits are broken and confidence beaten, secrets smeared across the floor, it will be easy to crush them in our next fight."
Lance stared off into space, letting it sink in. It made a lot of sense. Pietro could be right. This could seriously damage the morale of the X-Men. But would Lance ever admit Pietro to be right? "Even if you put it that way. Your "plan" is just stupid. But it would be fun to see Summers squirm..." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah...I guess I'll go along with it."
Pietro grinned evily, the finer points of his plot whirling about his brain. He turned to a cackling Toad. Toad removed the toothpick from his mouth and smirked. "Count me in, yo."