Huzzah! The last update before school starts again *huff*. The next chapter
will be up in a week or so, so sorry about the wait. I've been so quick
with updates, now I'm falling back into the routine.
Now to answer a few reviews:
Quindarka: Congratualations! You have officially left me the longest review EVER! HOLEY SHPIZGNATS! I didn't know that you were able to type half a page in that little box! *does a happy dance* I'm so glad that you like jonda. It wasn't my intention to convert people, but what the hey! I think Pyro with either Maximoff twin is cute, but my preference is jonda. That and I don't write slash. It's not that I don't like slash, it's just that my obsession won't allow it. That and John and Wanda have already gone through SO much to get to this point, plus they have Wanda's crazed father breathing down their necks. They don't need another obstacle. But that doesn't mean I can't hint at a triangle in the sequel... maybe...
Jonda fans to date since Jan. 24, 2004: 23
My information is probably off, because I just counted people in my reviews... there's 32 if you include myself, because I'm obsessed enough for nine people, NO LIES!
General information: Mystique makes me write things I don't wanna write! EWWWY! I swear, I got done with that scene between Mystique and Sabretooth when suddenly, my scroll flashey thing went back to the last paragraph and FORCED ME TO WRITE THE LAST BIT! EWWWW!!!
I like Rammstein.
DISCLAIMER: Which she does not own.
Amieva: I have one of their albums!
DISCLAIMER: But you don't own THEM.
Amieva: I'd like to...
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It was Friday night at the Lehnsherr house. Pietro was staying over at a friend's. Remy's whereabouts were unknown, as usual. Peter was settled in at Xavier's Institute and officially sworn in as one of the X-Men. Eric was at the base, getting a uniform for his newest member of the Acolytes.
Everything had been explained to Wanda as thus: Eric, aka Magneto, was the leader of a mutant liberation mission, aka the Acolytes, and working on getting equal rights for mutant kind. Pietro, aka Quicksilver, was second in command. The two oldest members, Sabretooth and Mastermind were the brawn and brains respectively. Remy, aka Gambit, was the infiltration and information-gathering expert. St.John, aka Pyro, well... he was just part of the team. Peter used to be one of the muscle men, but now that he was gone, only Sabretooth remained.
Wanda asked her father why he hadn't told her in the first place. It made her angry that they were hiding things from her. He said that he didn't want her to get involved: a) because she didn't have powers until recently, b) they did a lot of dangerous work and c) he didn't want her to get hurt.
Now that the truth was out, Wanda demanded that she be able to take part. She was disgusted with the way she was treated by the school, because she was a mutant, and wanted to see a change in society.
She was the Scarlet Witch, named for her powers and her favourite colour.
The smell of warm, melted butter wafted seductively into her nostrils. A fresh bowl of popcorn was only one arm-length's away, sitting in John's lap. Wanda reached over to grab a handful. John slapped her appendage away.
"Hey now."
"Ouch! John! What did you do that for?" Wanda rubbed her assaulted hand tenderly.
"This is my bowl of popcorn. If you want some, either ask nicely or get your own."
"Fine. John, may I please have some of your popcorn?" she asked in a calm and polite tone.
"No."
"Why not?!" Wanda snapped, losing any kind of politeness that may have existed, "I asked you politely, and you said I could have some if I asked."
"I only stated it as an option. Sorry, hot stuff. If y'want some popcorn, you're gonna have to make it y'self." he shoveled another handful into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. He did it slowly, and with tantalizing sound effects. He knew this would get her riled up but that knowledge wouldn't prepare him for what she would do next.
In a flash, Wanda was on top of him, her mouth pressed against his. John was too shocked to respond right away. It had been days since he last had this kind of contact with Wanda, since Magneto had threatened to ship him back to Australia in a body bag if he ever caught wind of them doing anything more than casual conversation. Eventually his mind clicked into what was happening. At what he thought was the right time, John started to pull away for air, but Wanda wouldn't relent.
He felt her tongue trace his upper lip. He opened his mouth slightly, patiently waiting for her to instigate a game of tongue-tag, but at that moment, she pulled away from him, and her lips were replaced with a kernel of popcorn.
She had distracted him long enough to grab a handful of popcorn before he spilled the rest on the rug. That was a dirty trick.
Wanda's face held a impish grin of satisfaction. She popped a few kernels into her mouth, and after swallowing them, stuck out her tongue and very immaturely started a fanfare of "Nyeah na-na na-naaaa-nyaaaaa!"
"Careful, missy. I've just sworn revenge for that."
"Oh yeah, I'm sooooo scared! You couldn't do anything to me, fire- bug. I'm twice as powerful as you and the rest of the Acolytes put together! Besides, if you DID try something, Remy, Pietro and my Dad would beat you to a bloody pulp and send you back Down-Under to be fed to a bunch of wild dingoes."
"No, I wouldn't doubt it. But y'see, love, it was all your idea."
"My idea?! How-"
She was silenced with his tongue. Wanda dropped her handful of popcorn and wrapped her arms around the back of John's neck. So that's what he had meant. She took the initiative to fight back by biting down gently on his tongue. Just enough so it wouldn't hurt. He moaned and placed his hands on the back of her head, so as to bring her closer to him, if that was physically possible.
Such a disgusting display. Remy shook his head solemnly. It would be a shame to disturb them, but this was his only opportunity.
"Smile for de camera, mon amis!"
FLASH* CLICK*
"What the hell?!" John yelled, gently shoving Wanda aside so he could get off the couch and find out what the meaning of the blinding light was.
"Remy t'ink he save dis picture for when de boss man get back! He gonna reward Remy for dis!"
"YOU!" John shrieked. "GIMME THAT CAMERA!!!"
Wanda sighed heavily, disappointed that their snog-fest had been interrupted and annoyed now that John and Remy were running around the room, like a couple of 7-year olds playing Duck-Duck-Goose (lmao, Drama class!). She reached her hand out and suddenly the running stopped. Remy lost control of his powers and charged the camera, causing it to blowup. He then slipped and fell on the floor, even though he was wearing socks on carpet, so the friction shouldn't have allowed such a thing to happen. "MERDE!"
John did a back-flip in midair and landed with a thud on the floor in front of the couch. He stood and brushed the invisible dust off his pants. "Serves ya right, mate!" he flopped back onto the couch and slipped his arm around Wanda's shoulders. She cuddled closer. "You can't torment me anymore, 'cause Wanda'll kick your frog-leg-eating arse. Not that I need her to do it for me, 'cause I can kick your arse anyday. She's just better at it." he rambled.
Wanda rolled her eyes at him. "My hero."
He kissed her temple, "don't you know it."
Remy sat up from the floor, rubbing his lower back, having been completely forgotten by the two on the couch. "Ow..." (I'm sorry! My beautiful frog-leg-eating hunk of Cajun beefcake! *hugs Gambit action figure* I'll never hurt you again! I swear!)
~*~
"You're joking, right?!" Wanda looked down at what she was wearing. THIS was to be her uniform?! It was ridiculous! She was wearing a full body suit with pink legs and arms, and a red bathing suit-type thingie over her torso. She had a faceless mask around her head the shape of a pentagon that stretched into two points at the top of her head. If this wasn't bad enough, she also had a long red cape that was completely unconventional.
"This will be your uniform on missions. It's quite durable, and hard to tear-" Magneto looked pointedly at Pyro, "-off. Not bad, though. I designed it myself."
"Dad-"
"Magneto."
"-Magneto. No offense. The costume is... interesting, but I feel like caped scuba diver. Plus, the leggings itch."
Magneto growled. "FINE! Make your own costume! Suit yourself, I don't care!" he stormed off in a huff.
Wanda pulled the headpiece off and stared after her retreating father. Did that just happen?
"Did that just happen?" Pyro asked in wonderment.
~*~
Wanda looked nervously at the telephone. She hadn't heard from either Kitty or Rogue in over two weeks. Since she wasn't allowed at school anymore, she had never had time to speak with them. Why didn't they call? Why didn't she call them? Why? She was scared of phones. Yes, someone who could manipulate probabilities was phoneshy. It wasn't a crime! But that didn't explain why neither Kitty or Rogue had called her.
Kitty LOVED phones!
Was because she was a mutant? Rogue and Kitty both had known she was a mutant the first day back at school after Hallowe'en, even if Rogue HAD been sick that day.
No. That wasn't it. Weren't they mutants too? Wanda heard Remy correctly when he said the reason he and Rogue weren't together was because of her mutation. Well, that explained why Rogue never hugged Wanda, while Kitty was constantly all over everybody, mostly Peter.
That thought angered Wanda to no end (not Kitty hugging Peter. The first thought, where they didn't tell her the truth... just thought I'd clear that up XP). She HATED it when people hid things from her. She HATED lies. Plus, she got the feeling that her 'friends' were ashamed of their gifts.
According to Magneto, one should be proud to be superior, and revel in the fact that they had the evolutionary advantage.
Wanda hexed the phone off the table and stalked upstairs to her room to vent. She was angry, and that wasn't good. The last time she lost her temper, they had to buy a new washing machine.
~*~
This looks like a good place to put a Random Interlude...
Wanda: HEY! Do you mind?! I'm having a very emotional scene right now! You can do a random interlude in the next chapter, I have to finish here!
Amieva: *speechless* Erm... okay... *turns to face her victems* Uh... Logan, Hank, Meggan, Maggs and Forge, you can all go home now... Meggan, put that squirrel DOWN!
Meggan: *gulp*
Forge: Hey, why am I even here? This ain't groovy, man. I only had ONE line!
Amieva: You amuse me, so *big demonic voice* GET BACK TO YOU CAGE!
Forge: O_O! EEP! *scampers off*
Wanda: OUT!
~*~
Her bedroom had been fixed up well. She had decided to take the chance to redecorate after the Hallowe'en incident. The walls were no longer soft pastel shades of blue and lavender. They were covered in torn wallpaper and posters of her favourite bands and movies. Her old curtains were replaced by black sheers.
She looked around and absorbed her surroundings. Everything was darker, just the way she liked it. The only thing 'cute' in the room, aside from a gothic Hello Kitty poster, was the black teddy bear, with red hat and cape, perched on her dresser. It was her most favourite object in the universe. She snatched the bear off her dresser and fell back onto her queen sized bed.
She hugged the bear, like she would do whenever she was upset, angry, or when her dad was home. When she did this, she would imagine she was hugging John, and he was telling her everything was alright, and being angry was pointless as long as she had SOMETHING to laugh about. Usually that something was him. She could feel her anger subside almost instantly. But even that wasn't enough. She kept on coming up with other things she was mad about.
She was angry about Rogue and Kitty, but it didn't stop there. The lies. The hidden truths. Her own family had hidden themselves from her. Eric said it was for her own protection. That may have been so, but it didn't change the fact that they lied to her. She was even angry at John, because he knew all along and didn't even let on.
She was furious with Eric. She felt that he was hiding a lot more than just mutations from her. She had asked him about her mother once, and he shouted at her and stormed off.
More than anything, she was angry at herself. Her own brain was hiding something precious from her - her memories. She had adapted well to her surroundings, but sometimes she felt like none of this was right. There was something wrong with this setting.
She couldn't even explain her fear of white sweaters and jackets either.
Worst of all, she felt alienated by her own brother. She didn't have any childhood memories of him. Did they play together all the time? Did they ever fight? Did their mother bake cookies with them, and read them bedtime stories before tucking them in a night?
All of these things were only questions in her head. She didn't have the answers. Wanda tightened her hold on the bear, thankful for the cuddle. She stared blankly at the wall for hours, mulling everything over.
Finally, she was called down to the basement, where the Acolytes were apparently having some sort of meeting.
She got up and left the bear on her bed. She would get back to him when the meeting was over anyway. She changed into her new uniform - black combat boots, black canvas cargos, a red tank top and a burgundy trench coat.
~*~
Pietro came rushing into the basement in time to find his fellow Acolytes gathered together, having a friendly game of Uno. Everyone, except the Scarlet Witch and Magneto were playing. Magneto was reading a newspaper, and the Scarlet Witch was sitting in the corner, glaring angrily at the floor.
The fact that Pyro kept glancing at her worriedly didn't escape the tempestuous sorceress' twin. Mystique hadn't lied to him. Those two were quite close. An emotion flared up in Quicksilver's chest when he saw their eyes meet, and his sister smile quickly. He glowered at the pyrokenetic.
It was time to set the first step of Mystique's plan in motion. Then he wouldn't have to worry about this guy ever getting the chance to hurt his sister. When all of this was over, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff would be able to leave all of this and live their own lives. Albeit, under Mystique's leadership.
But that was better than his own father.
"Magneto!" he exclaimed dramatically. "I've located Mystique! She's in an old abandoned warehouse, and it looks like she's got something in the works!" he said quickly. It was the truth. Mystique WAS plotting something horrible.
Sabretooth barely had time to yell 'UNO' before everyone had dropped whatever they were doing to look at the white-haired teen.
Magneto looked at his team. Yes, he was ready for her.
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That was mucho short and mucho boring, I'm sorry.
*GASP*! This is the second-last chapter of our story methinks! There will be another chapter after this one, and a very short, very emotional epilogue to follow. *wipes away a tear* Our time together is coming to an end, I fear. You'll probably have to wait a month or so after the end of this story for me to start posting the sequel, as I have yet to flesh out the plot, and school work and other such horrible things.
Believe me, I'd rather be writing fan fiction than doing math problems XP!
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Bai-Bai!
Now to answer a few reviews:
Quindarka: Congratualations! You have officially left me the longest review EVER! HOLEY SHPIZGNATS! I didn't know that you were able to type half a page in that little box! *does a happy dance* I'm so glad that you like jonda. It wasn't my intention to convert people, but what the hey! I think Pyro with either Maximoff twin is cute, but my preference is jonda. That and I don't write slash. It's not that I don't like slash, it's just that my obsession won't allow it. That and John and Wanda have already gone through SO much to get to this point, plus they have Wanda's crazed father breathing down their necks. They don't need another obstacle. But that doesn't mean I can't hint at a triangle in the sequel... maybe...
Jonda fans to date since Jan. 24, 2004: 23
My information is probably off, because I just counted people in my reviews... there's 32 if you include myself, because I'm obsessed enough for nine people, NO LIES!
General information: Mystique makes me write things I don't wanna write! EWWWY! I swear, I got done with that scene between Mystique and Sabretooth when suddenly, my scroll flashey thing went back to the last paragraph and FORCED ME TO WRITE THE LAST BIT! EWWWW!!!
I like Rammstein.
DISCLAIMER: Which she does not own.
Amieva: I have one of their albums!
DISCLAIMER: But you don't own THEM.
Amieva: I'd like to...
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It was Friday night at the Lehnsherr house. Pietro was staying over at a friend's. Remy's whereabouts were unknown, as usual. Peter was settled in at Xavier's Institute and officially sworn in as one of the X-Men. Eric was at the base, getting a uniform for his newest member of the Acolytes.
Everything had been explained to Wanda as thus: Eric, aka Magneto, was the leader of a mutant liberation mission, aka the Acolytes, and working on getting equal rights for mutant kind. Pietro, aka Quicksilver, was second in command. The two oldest members, Sabretooth and Mastermind were the brawn and brains respectively. Remy, aka Gambit, was the infiltration and information-gathering expert. St.John, aka Pyro, well... he was just part of the team. Peter used to be one of the muscle men, but now that he was gone, only Sabretooth remained.
Wanda asked her father why he hadn't told her in the first place. It made her angry that they were hiding things from her. He said that he didn't want her to get involved: a) because she didn't have powers until recently, b) they did a lot of dangerous work and c) he didn't want her to get hurt.
Now that the truth was out, Wanda demanded that she be able to take part. She was disgusted with the way she was treated by the school, because she was a mutant, and wanted to see a change in society.
She was the Scarlet Witch, named for her powers and her favourite colour.
The smell of warm, melted butter wafted seductively into her nostrils. A fresh bowl of popcorn was only one arm-length's away, sitting in John's lap. Wanda reached over to grab a handful. John slapped her appendage away.
"Hey now."
"Ouch! John! What did you do that for?" Wanda rubbed her assaulted hand tenderly.
"This is my bowl of popcorn. If you want some, either ask nicely or get your own."
"Fine. John, may I please have some of your popcorn?" she asked in a calm and polite tone.
"No."
"Why not?!" Wanda snapped, losing any kind of politeness that may have existed, "I asked you politely, and you said I could have some if I asked."
"I only stated it as an option. Sorry, hot stuff. If y'want some popcorn, you're gonna have to make it y'self." he shoveled another handful into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. He did it slowly, and with tantalizing sound effects. He knew this would get her riled up but that knowledge wouldn't prepare him for what she would do next.
In a flash, Wanda was on top of him, her mouth pressed against his. John was too shocked to respond right away. It had been days since he last had this kind of contact with Wanda, since Magneto had threatened to ship him back to Australia in a body bag if he ever caught wind of them doing anything more than casual conversation. Eventually his mind clicked into what was happening. At what he thought was the right time, John started to pull away for air, but Wanda wouldn't relent.
He felt her tongue trace his upper lip. He opened his mouth slightly, patiently waiting for her to instigate a game of tongue-tag, but at that moment, she pulled away from him, and her lips were replaced with a kernel of popcorn.
She had distracted him long enough to grab a handful of popcorn before he spilled the rest on the rug. That was a dirty trick.
Wanda's face held a impish grin of satisfaction. She popped a few kernels into her mouth, and after swallowing them, stuck out her tongue and very immaturely started a fanfare of "Nyeah na-na na-naaaa-nyaaaaa!"
"Careful, missy. I've just sworn revenge for that."
"Oh yeah, I'm sooooo scared! You couldn't do anything to me, fire- bug. I'm twice as powerful as you and the rest of the Acolytes put together! Besides, if you DID try something, Remy, Pietro and my Dad would beat you to a bloody pulp and send you back Down-Under to be fed to a bunch of wild dingoes."
"No, I wouldn't doubt it. But y'see, love, it was all your idea."
"My idea?! How-"
She was silenced with his tongue. Wanda dropped her handful of popcorn and wrapped her arms around the back of John's neck. So that's what he had meant. She took the initiative to fight back by biting down gently on his tongue. Just enough so it wouldn't hurt. He moaned and placed his hands on the back of her head, so as to bring her closer to him, if that was physically possible.
Such a disgusting display. Remy shook his head solemnly. It would be a shame to disturb them, but this was his only opportunity.
"Smile for de camera, mon amis!"
FLASH* CLICK*
"What the hell?!" John yelled, gently shoving Wanda aside so he could get off the couch and find out what the meaning of the blinding light was.
"Remy t'ink he save dis picture for when de boss man get back! He gonna reward Remy for dis!"
"YOU!" John shrieked. "GIMME THAT CAMERA!!!"
Wanda sighed heavily, disappointed that their snog-fest had been interrupted and annoyed now that John and Remy were running around the room, like a couple of 7-year olds playing Duck-Duck-Goose (lmao, Drama class!). She reached her hand out and suddenly the running stopped. Remy lost control of his powers and charged the camera, causing it to blowup. He then slipped and fell on the floor, even though he was wearing socks on carpet, so the friction shouldn't have allowed such a thing to happen. "MERDE!"
John did a back-flip in midair and landed with a thud on the floor in front of the couch. He stood and brushed the invisible dust off his pants. "Serves ya right, mate!" he flopped back onto the couch and slipped his arm around Wanda's shoulders. She cuddled closer. "You can't torment me anymore, 'cause Wanda'll kick your frog-leg-eating arse. Not that I need her to do it for me, 'cause I can kick your arse anyday. She's just better at it." he rambled.
Wanda rolled her eyes at him. "My hero."
He kissed her temple, "don't you know it."
Remy sat up from the floor, rubbing his lower back, having been completely forgotten by the two on the couch. "Ow..." (I'm sorry! My beautiful frog-leg-eating hunk of Cajun beefcake! *hugs Gambit action figure* I'll never hurt you again! I swear!)
~*~
"You're joking, right?!" Wanda looked down at what she was wearing. THIS was to be her uniform?! It was ridiculous! She was wearing a full body suit with pink legs and arms, and a red bathing suit-type thingie over her torso. She had a faceless mask around her head the shape of a pentagon that stretched into two points at the top of her head. If this wasn't bad enough, she also had a long red cape that was completely unconventional.
"This will be your uniform on missions. It's quite durable, and hard to tear-" Magneto looked pointedly at Pyro, "-off. Not bad, though. I designed it myself."
"Dad-"
"Magneto."
"-Magneto. No offense. The costume is... interesting, but I feel like caped scuba diver. Plus, the leggings itch."
Magneto growled. "FINE! Make your own costume! Suit yourself, I don't care!" he stormed off in a huff.
Wanda pulled the headpiece off and stared after her retreating father. Did that just happen?
"Did that just happen?" Pyro asked in wonderment.
~*~
Wanda looked nervously at the telephone. She hadn't heard from either Kitty or Rogue in over two weeks. Since she wasn't allowed at school anymore, she had never had time to speak with them. Why didn't they call? Why didn't she call them? Why? She was scared of phones. Yes, someone who could manipulate probabilities was phoneshy. It wasn't a crime! But that didn't explain why neither Kitty or Rogue had called her.
Kitty LOVED phones!
Was because she was a mutant? Rogue and Kitty both had known she was a mutant the first day back at school after Hallowe'en, even if Rogue HAD been sick that day.
No. That wasn't it. Weren't they mutants too? Wanda heard Remy correctly when he said the reason he and Rogue weren't together was because of her mutation. Well, that explained why Rogue never hugged Wanda, while Kitty was constantly all over everybody, mostly Peter.
That thought angered Wanda to no end (not Kitty hugging Peter. The first thought, where they didn't tell her the truth... just thought I'd clear that up XP). She HATED it when people hid things from her. She HATED lies. Plus, she got the feeling that her 'friends' were ashamed of their gifts.
According to Magneto, one should be proud to be superior, and revel in the fact that they had the evolutionary advantage.
Wanda hexed the phone off the table and stalked upstairs to her room to vent. She was angry, and that wasn't good. The last time she lost her temper, they had to buy a new washing machine.
~*~
This looks like a good place to put a Random Interlude...
Wanda: HEY! Do you mind?! I'm having a very emotional scene right now! You can do a random interlude in the next chapter, I have to finish here!
Amieva: *speechless* Erm... okay... *turns to face her victems* Uh... Logan, Hank, Meggan, Maggs and Forge, you can all go home now... Meggan, put that squirrel DOWN!
Meggan: *gulp*
Forge: Hey, why am I even here? This ain't groovy, man. I only had ONE line!
Amieva: You amuse me, so *big demonic voice* GET BACK TO YOU CAGE!
Forge: O_O! EEP! *scampers off*
Wanda: OUT!
~*~
Her bedroom had been fixed up well. She had decided to take the chance to redecorate after the Hallowe'en incident. The walls were no longer soft pastel shades of blue and lavender. They were covered in torn wallpaper and posters of her favourite bands and movies. Her old curtains were replaced by black sheers.
She looked around and absorbed her surroundings. Everything was darker, just the way she liked it. The only thing 'cute' in the room, aside from a gothic Hello Kitty poster, was the black teddy bear, with red hat and cape, perched on her dresser. It was her most favourite object in the universe. She snatched the bear off her dresser and fell back onto her queen sized bed.
She hugged the bear, like she would do whenever she was upset, angry, or when her dad was home. When she did this, she would imagine she was hugging John, and he was telling her everything was alright, and being angry was pointless as long as she had SOMETHING to laugh about. Usually that something was him. She could feel her anger subside almost instantly. But even that wasn't enough. She kept on coming up with other things she was mad about.
She was angry about Rogue and Kitty, but it didn't stop there. The lies. The hidden truths. Her own family had hidden themselves from her. Eric said it was for her own protection. That may have been so, but it didn't change the fact that they lied to her. She was even angry at John, because he knew all along and didn't even let on.
She was furious with Eric. She felt that he was hiding a lot more than just mutations from her. She had asked him about her mother once, and he shouted at her and stormed off.
More than anything, she was angry at herself. Her own brain was hiding something precious from her - her memories. She had adapted well to her surroundings, but sometimes she felt like none of this was right. There was something wrong with this setting.
She couldn't even explain her fear of white sweaters and jackets either.
Worst of all, she felt alienated by her own brother. She didn't have any childhood memories of him. Did they play together all the time? Did they ever fight? Did their mother bake cookies with them, and read them bedtime stories before tucking them in a night?
All of these things were only questions in her head. She didn't have the answers. Wanda tightened her hold on the bear, thankful for the cuddle. She stared blankly at the wall for hours, mulling everything over.
Finally, she was called down to the basement, where the Acolytes were apparently having some sort of meeting.
She got up and left the bear on her bed. She would get back to him when the meeting was over anyway. She changed into her new uniform - black combat boots, black canvas cargos, a red tank top and a burgundy trench coat.
~*~
Pietro came rushing into the basement in time to find his fellow Acolytes gathered together, having a friendly game of Uno. Everyone, except the Scarlet Witch and Magneto were playing. Magneto was reading a newspaper, and the Scarlet Witch was sitting in the corner, glaring angrily at the floor.
The fact that Pyro kept glancing at her worriedly didn't escape the tempestuous sorceress' twin. Mystique hadn't lied to him. Those two were quite close. An emotion flared up in Quicksilver's chest when he saw their eyes meet, and his sister smile quickly. He glowered at the pyrokenetic.
It was time to set the first step of Mystique's plan in motion. Then he wouldn't have to worry about this guy ever getting the chance to hurt his sister. When all of this was over, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff would be able to leave all of this and live their own lives. Albeit, under Mystique's leadership.
But that was better than his own father.
"Magneto!" he exclaimed dramatically. "I've located Mystique! She's in an old abandoned warehouse, and it looks like she's got something in the works!" he said quickly. It was the truth. Mystique WAS plotting something horrible.
Sabretooth barely had time to yell 'UNO' before everyone had dropped whatever they were doing to look at the white-haired teen.
Magneto looked at his team. Yes, he was ready for her.
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That was mucho short and mucho boring, I'm sorry.
*GASP*! This is the second-last chapter of our story methinks! There will be another chapter after this one, and a very short, very emotional epilogue to follow. *wipes away a tear* Our time together is coming to an end, I fear. You'll probably have to wait a month or so after the end of this story for me to start posting the sequel, as I have yet to flesh out the plot, and school work and other such horrible things.
Believe me, I'd rather be writing fan fiction than doing math problems XP!
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Bai-Bai!
