Acid & Base
Chapter Four: Avogadro and Number
Author: Icy Flame
Disclaimer: Don't own them never will!
Thank you everyone who has reviewed this story (and Karma too!)
*Thanks for the Chapter Title MizzMarvel, we were totally stuck!
IF: So sorry I took forever with this! I tried getting this out but my muse just was stuck!
Wanda: Well excuse me, end of the year writer blocks are hard to get through!
IF: Like it's my fault my English teacher is completely evil!
Wanda: Ya, ya. Gees like writing a summary ever three days and reading Great Expectations for one class is hard.
IF: ^.^; well I do have other classes…
Wanda: Whatever! You are so not blaming this all on me!
IF: Oh KAY! Gees, it is both of our faults.
Wanda: Agreed, we'll try harder for the next chapter!
~~~ Side Walk Path ~~~
"And why we coming outside in the middle of the night again?" pestered Todd, swearing as he stepped into another puddle. It had started raining, well actually a brief pouring of water. 'Damn weather witch of Xavier is probably doing this to us!'
"Actually it is morning, the sun has risen!" Pointed out Pietro chirpily.
Fred scowled and looked over to his teammate, who had dragged them away from the nice dry house when they were about to start another round of 'infuriate Mystique'. (He's glaring at Wanda)
Lance was also awaiting the answer from the female; his feet were soaked from the deep water around. 'Damn I'm gonna have to dry these!' Grass clung to his boots and itched at his feet. Growling he kicked at the grass, only to fall on his ass. (Hey the rhymes!) He was soon joined by Todd, who had been standing near by and was hit by a failing arm. Both of them were sprawled out onto the mushy ground, soaking up mud and cut grass strains.
"Get off!" yelled Lance, all he needed was a wet toad on him. The kid smelled bad enough when he was dry but when he was wet it just got ten times worse, if not more. Todd got up, annoyed as well. 'Gees it's not like I asked to fall on the bastard! Grr Like it was my fault' of course instead of replying with one of his tart comebacks Todd simply obeyed his leader's orders.
"If you two are done rolling around in the mud." Wanda mocked, simply moving faster than they had been by moving her feet at a quicker pace. 'I have to find that girl! Dammit if what I heard is what I think it was, we are in some deep shit! Where could she be?' Her gray blue eyes roamed over the land they were passing, no sign of her yet.
"What are you looking for yo? We've been walkin foreva! We're almost at da mall!"
"I am too tired to go on! I agree with Todd! I think we should take a rest on that bench!" Fred puffed, tired from the brisk walk, he pointed towards a large wooden bench a few feet away from them.
Right when he was about to sit his large rear end on the wooden bench, Wanda spotted a parting in the dense woods. She ran over to examine the shrubbery. When she got a peek of it she gasped in shocked.
"What is it?" asked Pietro as he zoomed over to the thick woods. Prepped to kick the ass of anything trying to harm Wanda, he sidled next to her. The silver haired boy glanced at the brush quickly and raised an eyebrow. It looked withered and dead, which was odd since the plants around it looked healthy and green. Lowering his hands, since nothing seemed to be threatening Scarlet Witch, Pietro turned towards her for her explanation.
Wanda concluded, "Marie must have passed this way!" She grinned at her detective work as she marched into the dead brush passing. The other members of the brotherhood looked at each, wondering who the alleged Marie was and trudged after her, besides Pietro who seemed constantly hyper and speeding up the trail. 'Damn last time I get the kid pixie sticks.' Wanda thought.
~~~ Woods ~~~
Rogue still lied in the brush. Large green leaves trying to cover their hostage, succeeding in doing so. Her body was unnoticeable in the rising sun. With few lights making it into the dense forest one could hardly see anything, let alone a teenager twitching and whimpering in her sleep, obviously having a nightmare. Unfortunately for this gothic mutant this wasn't a dream, this was simply a memory, one of her very own memories from life in fact.
~~~ Rogue's Nightmare~~~
A woman in a white coat stood before her. Rogue looked at her and noticed that she was wearing a nametag. It held the name 'Carol Danvers' on it. 'Carol' held a syringe in one hand and a white pad in the other. She rubbed it up against Rogue's arm before pricking her right arm with the needle. 'Carol' cackled as he drained the liquid into her body. It was a sickening brown color. She wiggled slightly, trying to relieve herself from the bee sting pain. The restraints holding her back became prominent, holding down Rogue's arms and legs, along with two supporting her hands.
"No let me go, please stop!" she pleaded with the doctor, who only cackled evilly in return.
Rogue groaned as she felt some other force take over her body. She couldn't control her breathing, her lungs felt like they were on fire. They were burning; Rogue tried to scream but only felt the blazing sensation scrape up at her throat. Her energy seemed to be draining, diminishing, evaporating. Her body started going into arrest. Convulsions rippled up and down the young teen, Rogue's limbs rammed up against near by objects. One happens to be a rather large razor-like knife. It twirled in the air before coming down like a dark on Rogue's left restraint; slicing a rip in it. When another seizure fit rammed up against that particular restraint her arm was set free.
Reaching her hand forward, Rogue touched the doctor's cheek. Energy flew from one host to the next. Memories and thoughts came from the doctor. This came naturally to Rogue; her powers were similar to that of a vampire. What shocked her is when mutant powers began to be drained from the individual. The teen was so surprised at absorbing mutant powers from the lady that she didn't retract her hand like normal. The person fell limp onto the floor, dead.
Rogue freed herself from the operating table; she leaped off and did a flip in the air.
'Where in the hell did I learn that?' Turning back towards the metallic table, she noticed her hair was no longer just one color. Upon closer examination she found she now had snow white bangs. 'Weird' Looking down at her arm she scanned for any damage done to her body; finding only a slight wound where the needle had pierced she ran over to the door. Raising her fist she pounded at the metal door, large dents appeared in front of her fists.
Rogues looked down at her fists, and then back up at the door. This happened right before Carol Danvers became known in Rogue's psyche. The rather feminist doctor fought with Rogue, for control. Flashes of images ran past Rogue's eyes. One where she had gone to mind doctor for help, another where she was curled up into a ball. The final image is a man was brought into the room; he came over to her and placed his hand over her head. Within a few minutes Rogue's 'roommate' disappeared.
~~~ End Rogue's Dream ~~~
IF: Ok this is like totally all for a while. I have a concert tonight, I'm behind in my book for English, and I still have to write a two-page summary for a twenty page packet that is due tomorrow that I have yet to read! Plus I have this HUGE ass project for French class about Haiti that is due this Friday.
Wanda: Basically we won't be having time to write at all.
IF: So I will try to get the next chapter out as soon as I can, but I can't make any promises for it until I get out of school. Which for my readers/fans won't be for a while.
Wanda: Don't worry; I'll pester her before then! But the weekends look like the only spot for me to do it on right now!