Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men. I don't own The Human Torch or Fantastic Four...I own nothing except these lovely muses that constantly torment me. Enjoy the read, poppets.
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Voice Overture: As of this moment the Unreal World has been running without too many hitches *hissing sounds in the background* uhm, for three months. We take you live to the living room where a tough task is being tackled in the living room; you've heard of Star Wars? Well this is Fire Wars thanks to our latest visitor, The Human Torch...where do they get these people. Let us listen in...
"Kat, that's enough! You've already caught half the furniture on fire with this stupid feud..." Ashley glowered at the not-so-young mutants with a look of amusement and distaste. She was, as had become common except with a select few, ignored.
"I'm the best 'cause I can create and control fire. So you're both total, total idiots,"Kat said, triumphantly as she stuck her tongue out at John Allerdyce and Jonathan "Johnny" Storm a.k.a Pyro and the Human Torch.
The Human Torch was fully ablaze by now while Pyro simple looked...irritated. The three fire related people/mutant/things faced off in a trinagular shape. Yellow tape had been circled around the three of them and dangled over furniture.
"Yeah, well, I'm on fire!" The Human Torch's fireball barely missed her head but crashed through the wall, leaving a seared hole.
"Tell me about,"Kellie mumbled from where she was standing in the doorway. Her gaze was fixed on their visitor with a look of affection, one much similar to that of Russ toward Ashley. Her eyes were dazed and dreamy. "I'm in love."
Pyro sighed and created a medium-sized elephant to stomp and snort repeatedly at Kat; it stood for all of ten minutes before she made it attack The Human Torch.
"Kat, stop it! He's a visitor!"
"Listen to Ashley." The fire elephant leaped over his head after the human torch. "Shelia, would you stop being such a pain? Seperately we have more intelligence then six of you would have..." The insult barely made a dent as she simply blinked before noticing that their visitor was flying around the ceiling.
"Hey, no fair! I want to fly, too....Pixie Fairy Princesses can fly!" As if it would prove her point, Kat took a running leap out of the window, earning several gasps and stunned sounds from those in the room. The last sound was a shriek....or was it?
Voice Overture: Uh-oh. I believe it's time we move on to another room...things seem about to get ugly as Ashley's screaming and waving her fist. In a totally unrelated and completely safe story it appears our resident X-Men and Brotherhood raised girls are plotting their next escape. Let's listen in a little....
"What do you expect us to do, Natasha? We're already under house arrest for those guys..." Angel flopped down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with a look of boredem and crossed eyes.
Natasha sighed and spoke with the patience of dealing with short syllable worded people. "Windows were invented for a reason, Angelic One,"she said, walking over and thumping the class. She waved her hand a moment. "Bad move."
"You two are incredibly unintelligent." Tara stared at her invention with something between interest and distaste at her friends' behavior. She slid the invention away then looked up. "Just offer to go grocery shopping and..." She snapped her fingers. "Like that, we're gone."
"One problem, Tara. Ashley and Tristan already went grocery shopping for the week...what's your next brilliant plot?"she asked with a smirk before rolling over and off her bed. "Ow."
She shrugged. "Natasha's idea unless you have something. Hey, get that camera out of here! This is a serious meeting!"
Voice Overture: So sorry to interrupt, ladies. If you really want to leave why not just use the old sneak out as the maid or someone? It would be much easier and cause less arguements...
Three smiles came across their faces. "It might could work...it just might."
Voice Overture: Glad to be of assistance. The voice will now be leaving. Good day.
"Bye, Voice!"
SEVERAL HOUSE AND SEVERAL LIES LATER
"Did you know that after you kiss someone their spit stays in your mouth for two years?"Tara asked as they made their way toward their next destination, some dance club. "What do you think of that, Natasha?"
Natasha scrubbed her tongue with the back of one hand, making faces and gagging sounds. "I think I'm gonna need some antidefectant spray, Tara,"she replied, gagging then spitting onto the ground.
"Aw, come on, Tasha. Johnny ain't that bad."
"You haven't had his tongue down your throat before, either, Angelic One,"she muttered with a final gag. Her hands straightened out her rather large, somewhat holey clothes as they approached the large, neon-sight lit club with the words SILVER LIZARD LOUNGE printed across in blue lights.
Angel stared at the sign a moment with an incredibly confused look. "You sure this is the place, Tara...? I mean, Silver Lizard Lounge? Sounds like a bad horror movie hangout,"she pronounced with a trying-to-hide, note trying, smirk.
Tara rolled her eyes. "Landon said the Silver Lizard Lounge...they should be here. And if they're not...?"she asked, looking at her companions for the continuation of the sentence.
"We find 'em and kill 'em?"Angel offered with a hopeful smile that Natasha also showed. "Please?"
"Yeah, that's the basic plan."
Natasha shrugged and stepped forward. "To the Silver Lizard Lounge."
It hadn't been their best choice to lie and sneak out. Who was counting on the fact that Pyro was in the mist of his own romance with the house's maid? None of them had until he'd kissed Natasha full on the mouth. She was still having issues with it.
Anything to have some freedom to be normal, Tara thought as she walked with her friends inside. Landon's phone call had been a little strange considering how they'd parted ways before and the fact that she hadn't given him the number. It wasn't odd really since the number was in the phone book. She thought, anyway. Who was ever completely sure where their phone number was? Take that song. Jenny 867-5309. Where was Jenny's number?
"Welcome to the Silver Lizard Lounge,"the rather small mexican 'bouncer' at the door greeted upon their entrance. He gave them all a smile before returning to the rather large chested, long-legged, incredibly white girl he had been convering with before their arrival. "Your friends are waiting in the Lick-It Bar..."
Tara blinked, staring at him a minute before twitching. A memory had come back of being five and walking into Logan's room. It hadn't been Logan in the room but two other people. "Lick-It Bar...? Oh, God, I remember."
"What do you remember?"Natasha asked without stopping in her walk/sashay across the club to a brightly lit in green sign. LICK-IT BAR. "Something bad?"
"A suppressed memory,"she mumbled but walked slowly, still twitching slightly every now and then. Her expression was that of someone who would rather claw their eyes out then see whatever was going on there. "It's not something a five-year-old should know...or see."
"Hey, look! It's my Julius!" Before anyone could stop her Angel was across the club with her arms around his neck and her mouth against his. Julius didn't seem to mind as his hands were busy with juggling his bottle and his over anxious 'playmate'.
"Is she always that friendly?"Jax questioned when Natasha had come to his side. His face was showing with it's scales and strange colored eyes. "Or is Julius special...?"
"Angel's a friendly child...too friendly. Let's go play scrabble, Jax." Natasha said the question with enough edge to give it another meaning. His reaction was to vanish through the throng of people after catching her arm and telling his friends he'd 'see them later to compare statistics'.
Tara sat on the bar stool beside Landon, giving him a half smile. She quickly set into her apology for Logan's behavior a few days before. "I'm sorry, Landon. Logan's overprotective and...and he's really a nice guy if you meet him the right way. I didn't know or mean for him to show up ----"
He placed his hand over her mouth, holding it there. "You don't have to apologize. If you were mine, I'd be overpotective, too,"he said then removed his hand. He gestured to the bar and bartender. "Buy you a drink? Doesn't have to be alcoholic."
"Alright then coke, I guess. Why are you so much nicer than those two idiots my friends are attached to?"Tara questioned, gesturing to where Angel and Julius were busy, having a little too much fun on the dance floor. The sight of her best friend in such a strange way was quite disturbing to the seventeen-year-old who had rarely seen anything this intimate despite her encounter with Bobby and Jubilee. "And why do you hang around them?"
"I'm not always nice, Tara. They work with me...it's part of a deal we're on. The three of us work together, doing whatever we're told without question and in payment we have a place to stay, food to eat, and for most of us it keeps us out of jail."
"Jail?" Her expression clouded over with worry.
Landon nodded. "Julius is originally from Canada. Jax is, well, Jax is...in a category by himself. Me, I'm just a little far from a bad guy and a hell of a far from a normal guy. Don't believe apperances or everything you know."
So at least one of them's trying to stay out of jail. One's in the wrong country. Why isn't there a red flag raising?Tara wondered, stirring her drink for a moment with her finger before giving it up. She took a drink then smiled. It was actually pretty good.
"Where do you guys work? I mean, who do you work for?"
"Just some guy. He calls himself and makes us call him Apocalypse."
She smirked. "I knew an Apocalypse once..."
Landon looked suprised after taking a drink from his glass. "Truly?"he asked, staring at her as if he expected it to be a lie.
"Uh-huh. I taught him how to spell Apocalypse right instead of the wrong way...what's this Apocalypse look like?"
"Hard to describe. Do you want to dance, Tara?"
"Not really....I kind of like talking to you, Landon."
Angel and Julius appeared beside them all of a sudden. Angel's face was set in a determined look of innocence while Julius' was amusement.
"We have something to do tonight, Tara..."
Tara sighed,"What would that be, darling?" The endearment was given without thinking from years with Logan.
"Julius said if we wash every car in the parking lot we get three hundred bucks each...you game?" Angel stared at her with a look that said no was NOT an option.
"Sure, why not? I've always wanted to touch something hard with wheels..."
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
"We really need to get back, Angel. John's probably starting to wonder why we've been so quiet all day...Angel!" Tara tried repeatedly to draw her friend's attention away from her current position with Julius against a car. It had been doing nothing but failing for the last ten minutes.
"Why?"Angel repeated without opening her eyes or moving away from Julius. His mouth went back to hers once she'd finished speaking while his hands continued their 'examination'. Angel's own arms were around his neck and she was pressed against him despite her own mostly soaked clothes. Her shoes were about the only thing not soaked on her.
Tara grew impatient and caught hold of her friend's hair, pulling hard enough to seperate the two. "Okay, Angel, tell your little boy toy good-bye. We're going. Jax promised to take Natasha back after the next three rounds of Scrabble are over...we're going to catch a bus. NOW, COME ON. Julius, Landon said you have tweleve minutes to get outside before you get left. NOW,"she commanded, pulling Angel outside by a combination of her hair and a very tight grip on her wrist.
Julius watched for a moment with a smirk. "Bye, Angel." The tone of voice said he didn't think she was much of an angel, considering several factors.
"Bye, Julius,"she answered with a lovestruck sigh. Her expression was dreamy and vanished into complete adoration. It was quite scary.
"Your behavior was horrible, Angel. What would you call that little...display?" Tara dragged her friend along toward the bus stop, releasing her hair but keeping a grip on her wrist around the bracelet there.
Angel smiled. "Tongue wrestling."
"That's disturbing...I want you to stay right here against this stop sign. Do you hear me?"
She sighed, leaning against the stop sign, somewhat reluctantly. She began to explain a few details of the night, making gestures with her hands. Streetlight caught on the black streaks to her hair. A car pulled up at that moment and the window rolled down.........
"Were you two looking for a little action?"
That's the prologue. Now, doesn't it all make sense? The three hundred dollars each has come in and there's also about to be the rest of the night with Remy and Logan. Yeah, fun part.
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Voice Overture: As of this moment the Unreal World has been running without too many hitches *hissing sounds in the background* uhm, for three months. We take you live to the living room where a tough task is being tackled in the living room; you've heard of Star Wars? Well this is Fire Wars thanks to our latest visitor, The Human Torch...where do they get these people. Let us listen in...
"Kat, that's enough! You've already caught half the furniture on fire with this stupid feud..." Ashley glowered at the not-so-young mutants with a look of amusement and distaste. She was, as had become common except with a select few, ignored.
"I'm the best 'cause I can create and control fire. So you're both total, total idiots,"Kat said, triumphantly as she stuck her tongue out at John Allerdyce and Jonathan "Johnny" Storm a.k.a Pyro and the Human Torch.
The Human Torch was fully ablaze by now while Pyro simple looked...irritated. The three fire related people/mutant/things faced off in a trinagular shape. Yellow tape had been circled around the three of them and dangled over furniture.
"Yeah, well, I'm on fire!" The Human Torch's fireball barely missed her head but crashed through the wall, leaving a seared hole.
"Tell me about,"Kellie mumbled from where she was standing in the doorway. Her gaze was fixed on their visitor with a look of affection, one much similar to that of Russ toward Ashley. Her eyes were dazed and dreamy. "I'm in love."
Pyro sighed and created a medium-sized elephant to stomp and snort repeatedly at Kat; it stood for all of ten minutes before she made it attack The Human Torch.
"Kat, stop it! He's a visitor!"
"Listen to Ashley." The fire elephant leaped over his head after the human torch. "Shelia, would you stop being such a pain? Seperately we have more intelligence then six of you would have..." The insult barely made a dent as she simply blinked before noticing that their visitor was flying around the ceiling.
"Hey, no fair! I want to fly, too....Pixie Fairy Princesses can fly!" As if it would prove her point, Kat took a running leap out of the window, earning several gasps and stunned sounds from those in the room. The last sound was a shriek....or was it?
Voice Overture: Uh-oh. I believe it's time we move on to another room...things seem about to get ugly as Ashley's screaming and waving her fist. In a totally unrelated and completely safe story it appears our resident X-Men and Brotherhood raised girls are plotting their next escape. Let's listen in a little....
"What do you expect us to do, Natasha? We're already under house arrest for those guys..." Angel flopped down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with a look of boredem and crossed eyes.
Natasha sighed and spoke with the patience of dealing with short syllable worded people. "Windows were invented for a reason, Angelic One,"she said, walking over and thumping the class. She waved her hand a moment. "Bad move."
"You two are incredibly unintelligent." Tara stared at her invention with something between interest and distaste at her friends' behavior. She slid the invention away then looked up. "Just offer to go grocery shopping and..." She snapped her fingers. "Like that, we're gone."
"One problem, Tara. Ashley and Tristan already went grocery shopping for the week...what's your next brilliant plot?"she asked with a smirk before rolling over and off her bed. "Ow."
She shrugged. "Natasha's idea unless you have something. Hey, get that camera out of here! This is a serious meeting!"
Voice Overture: So sorry to interrupt, ladies. If you really want to leave why not just use the old sneak out as the maid or someone? It would be much easier and cause less arguements...
Three smiles came across their faces. "It might could work...it just might."
Voice Overture: Glad to be of assistance. The voice will now be leaving. Good day.
"Bye, Voice!"
SEVERAL HOUSE AND SEVERAL LIES LATER
"Did you know that after you kiss someone their spit stays in your mouth for two years?"Tara asked as they made their way toward their next destination, some dance club. "What do you think of that, Natasha?"
Natasha scrubbed her tongue with the back of one hand, making faces and gagging sounds. "I think I'm gonna need some antidefectant spray, Tara,"she replied, gagging then spitting onto the ground.
"Aw, come on, Tasha. Johnny ain't that bad."
"You haven't had his tongue down your throat before, either, Angelic One,"she muttered with a final gag. Her hands straightened out her rather large, somewhat holey clothes as they approached the large, neon-sight lit club with the words SILVER LIZARD LOUNGE printed across in blue lights.
Angel stared at the sign a moment with an incredibly confused look. "You sure this is the place, Tara...? I mean, Silver Lizard Lounge? Sounds like a bad horror movie hangout,"she pronounced with a trying-to-hide, note trying, smirk.
Tara rolled her eyes. "Landon said the Silver Lizard Lounge...they should be here. And if they're not...?"she asked, looking at her companions for the continuation of the sentence.
"We find 'em and kill 'em?"Angel offered with a hopeful smile that Natasha also showed. "Please?"
"Yeah, that's the basic plan."
Natasha shrugged and stepped forward. "To the Silver Lizard Lounge."
It hadn't been their best choice to lie and sneak out. Who was counting on the fact that Pyro was in the mist of his own romance with the house's maid? None of them had until he'd kissed Natasha full on the mouth. She was still having issues with it.
Anything to have some freedom to be normal, Tara thought as she walked with her friends inside. Landon's phone call had been a little strange considering how they'd parted ways before and the fact that she hadn't given him the number. It wasn't odd really since the number was in the phone book. She thought, anyway. Who was ever completely sure where their phone number was? Take that song. Jenny 867-5309. Where was Jenny's number?
"Welcome to the Silver Lizard Lounge,"the rather small mexican 'bouncer' at the door greeted upon their entrance. He gave them all a smile before returning to the rather large chested, long-legged, incredibly white girl he had been convering with before their arrival. "Your friends are waiting in the Lick-It Bar..."
Tara blinked, staring at him a minute before twitching. A memory had come back of being five and walking into Logan's room. It hadn't been Logan in the room but two other people. "Lick-It Bar...? Oh, God, I remember."
"What do you remember?"Natasha asked without stopping in her walk/sashay across the club to a brightly lit in green sign. LICK-IT BAR. "Something bad?"
"A suppressed memory,"she mumbled but walked slowly, still twitching slightly every now and then. Her expression was that of someone who would rather claw their eyes out then see whatever was going on there. "It's not something a five-year-old should know...or see."
"Hey, look! It's my Julius!" Before anyone could stop her Angel was across the club with her arms around his neck and her mouth against his. Julius didn't seem to mind as his hands were busy with juggling his bottle and his over anxious 'playmate'.
"Is she always that friendly?"Jax questioned when Natasha had come to his side. His face was showing with it's scales and strange colored eyes. "Or is Julius special...?"
"Angel's a friendly child...too friendly. Let's go play scrabble, Jax." Natasha said the question with enough edge to give it another meaning. His reaction was to vanish through the throng of people after catching her arm and telling his friends he'd 'see them later to compare statistics'.
Tara sat on the bar stool beside Landon, giving him a half smile. She quickly set into her apology for Logan's behavior a few days before. "I'm sorry, Landon. Logan's overprotective and...and he's really a nice guy if you meet him the right way. I didn't know or mean for him to show up ----"
He placed his hand over her mouth, holding it there. "You don't have to apologize. If you were mine, I'd be overpotective, too,"he said then removed his hand. He gestured to the bar and bartender. "Buy you a drink? Doesn't have to be alcoholic."
"Alright then coke, I guess. Why are you so much nicer than those two idiots my friends are attached to?"Tara questioned, gesturing to where Angel and Julius were busy, having a little too much fun on the dance floor. The sight of her best friend in such a strange way was quite disturbing to the seventeen-year-old who had rarely seen anything this intimate despite her encounter with Bobby and Jubilee. "And why do you hang around them?"
"I'm not always nice, Tara. They work with me...it's part of a deal we're on. The three of us work together, doing whatever we're told without question and in payment we have a place to stay, food to eat, and for most of us it keeps us out of jail."
"Jail?" Her expression clouded over with worry.
Landon nodded. "Julius is originally from Canada. Jax is, well, Jax is...in a category by himself. Me, I'm just a little far from a bad guy and a hell of a far from a normal guy. Don't believe apperances or everything you know."
So at least one of them's trying to stay out of jail. One's in the wrong country. Why isn't there a red flag raising?Tara wondered, stirring her drink for a moment with her finger before giving it up. She took a drink then smiled. It was actually pretty good.
"Where do you guys work? I mean, who do you work for?"
"Just some guy. He calls himself and makes us call him Apocalypse."
She smirked. "I knew an Apocalypse once..."
Landon looked suprised after taking a drink from his glass. "Truly?"he asked, staring at her as if he expected it to be a lie.
"Uh-huh. I taught him how to spell Apocalypse right instead of the wrong way...what's this Apocalypse look like?"
"Hard to describe. Do you want to dance, Tara?"
"Not really....I kind of like talking to you, Landon."
Angel and Julius appeared beside them all of a sudden. Angel's face was set in a determined look of innocence while Julius' was amusement.
"We have something to do tonight, Tara..."
Tara sighed,"What would that be, darling?" The endearment was given without thinking from years with Logan.
"Julius said if we wash every car in the parking lot we get three hundred bucks each...you game?" Angel stared at her with a look that said no was NOT an option.
"Sure, why not? I've always wanted to touch something hard with wheels..."
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
"We really need to get back, Angel. John's probably starting to wonder why we've been so quiet all day...Angel!" Tara tried repeatedly to draw her friend's attention away from her current position with Julius against a car. It had been doing nothing but failing for the last ten minutes.
"Why?"Angel repeated without opening her eyes or moving away from Julius. His mouth went back to hers once she'd finished speaking while his hands continued their 'examination'. Angel's own arms were around his neck and she was pressed against him despite her own mostly soaked clothes. Her shoes were about the only thing not soaked on her.
Tara grew impatient and caught hold of her friend's hair, pulling hard enough to seperate the two. "Okay, Angel, tell your little boy toy good-bye. We're going. Jax promised to take Natasha back after the next three rounds of Scrabble are over...we're going to catch a bus. NOW, COME ON. Julius, Landon said you have tweleve minutes to get outside before you get left. NOW,"she commanded, pulling Angel outside by a combination of her hair and a very tight grip on her wrist.
Julius watched for a moment with a smirk. "Bye, Angel." The tone of voice said he didn't think she was much of an angel, considering several factors.
"Bye, Julius,"she answered with a lovestruck sigh. Her expression was dreamy and vanished into complete adoration. It was quite scary.
"Your behavior was horrible, Angel. What would you call that little...display?" Tara dragged her friend along toward the bus stop, releasing her hair but keeping a grip on her wrist around the bracelet there.
Angel smiled. "Tongue wrestling."
"That's disturbing...I want you to stay right here against this stop sign. Do you hear me?"
She sighed, leaning against the stop sign, somewhat reluctantly. She began to explain a few details of the night, making gestures with her hands. Streetlight caught on the black streaks to her hair. A car pulled up at that moment and the window rolled down.........
"Were you two looking for a little action?"
That's the prologue. Now, doesn't it all make sense? The three hundred dollars each has come in and there's also about to be the rest of the night with Remy and Logan. Yeah, fun part.