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Chapter 12
Scott was nervous. He wouldn't admit it to the rest of the group, but shit was he nervous. Here he was sitting in the cockpit, and he couldn't get this uneasy feeling out of his stomach. They had too few numbers. Wanda took off. She could have been a wonderful help, but she took off without a word with Logan's motorcycle no less. It was strange, Logan didn't even do into kill 'em mode, when he saw his bike gone. That left Pietro and John in a state of worry that wouldn't make them very useful at the moment. Everyone knew who she took off after. That look on her face could only be matched to that day on that building, when she tried to kill him. Well according to Pietro that was the case. Scott took a deep breath. Angry Wanda was scary as hell, and if she had revenge on her mind, then even if they caught up with her she would be no help. Rogue was also gone, and that left Gambit also in a it of rage. He had moved past dazed sometime yesterday, and was on this scary power trip like none other. Not that Scott could blame him.
That left the team in a strange position. Two people missing, and three more that probably wouldn't be up to par. And then on top of that Gambit refused to deal with Magneto at the moment. Jean reached over and squeezed his hand.
"We're going to be fine. We've taken him on before with a lot less." She said reassuringly. He nodded. The professor had told them that Magneto and Mystique were the only ones there, and that none of the other mutants were up there. He knew what to expect, but still... He got like this before every serious save the world mission. He took a deep breathe, and convinced himself everything would be cool. In all actuality they were only short one person. Rogue. Wanda, Pietro, and John weren't actual X-men. They didn't go on missions, but still Scott felt that the past few weeks of being around them. The group somewhat felt complete, like this is how things were supposed to be.
He had been trying to do the right thing, when he told Wanda that he didn't want her on the mission to get to her father. In fact he didn't want Pietro there either. Everyone knows of Wanda's uncontrollable rage when it comes to that man, and he wanted to protect the team. Was that so bad? To tell the truth Quicksilver's presence also made him uneasy. Quicksilver hates his father, but he has only believed the man was dead for the past six years. There was no telling what he would do for good or bad. It isn't that he didn't trust the Maximoff's, there were too many people that changed sides to prove that almost anyone can do good and change their ways.
He was going to lose his mind. He needed to get his mind off of this.
"We are starting our descent. We are going to land in this vacant lot about four miles away. We have a walk ahead of us." Jean said quickly, flipping various switches in the cockpit.
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She was going to go insane. She was tired and worn out not necessarily physically but mentally. She couldn't fight Emma much longer. She had been there for what felt like weeks. Time always go by so slowly in your head. She had tried to escape once. She had actually willed John's ability to come out. The fire place burst into big flames. She just hadn't expected his powers to be so uncontrollable. She thought his powers would be easy, considering she wouldn't need her hands for them. She burned down Emma's office and came out unscathed, finally understanding that strange look John got on his face while using his powers.
She couldn't have been here that long, because she knew that they were looking for her. They had to be. She actually prayed that they'd be. She didn't pray, but a lot of people do things out of character when they are confused and scared. Right now she had to admit she was frightened. She saw what Mastermind had done to Wanda, and she knew the only reason Emma kept going into her head was so she could weaken her will, her resolve. It was working. That was the scary part. She knew she couldn't run forever. Remy would come. He had done it millions of times before. No matter how much she hated to admit it. He actually was a knight in shining armor. Actually she would never tell him that... Can't let the swamp rat's ego get any bigger, can we?
"Since Ah can't move, Can ya at least tell me what ya are plannin'?" She said tiredly. She saw Emma look at her with the same indifference she seemed to show everyone. Yet, she looked to be debating it.
"Do you watch movies? The second the evil genius tells his plan, the hero shows up. I refuse to tell you. There is a chance that this could fail... and I can't have you telling all those action figures you call friends my plans." Rogue scoffed. She had had enough of this debutante bitch.
"How do ya know that Ah won't lahk your plan, and go willingly?" Emma scoffed.
"Do not treat me as you would an imbecile, Rogue. I am not an idiot. I know where your true loyalties lie, where they will always lie. I have seen a great deal of your head and even if I can not change it, I know that you will always remain loyal to him, if not the X-men." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Uh uh uh, Rogue. You should really know better than to try to conjure up some psyche's powers with me in the room. You have to shout to get them to listen, which causes you to project." She sighed exasperated. "I thought you were trained by a telepath? I figured Xavier would teach though projection in his 101 class, unless he is smarter than I thought and is keeping tabs on all of you."
"Why? I don't see you as someone who would act like Magneto." Emma's face changed from her cool indifference to something else entirely, something Rogue had never seen. She tilted her head back and laughed.
"That man is a bloody idealist fool. I could poke a hundred holes in that stupid anti-human philosophy of his." She straightened out the white business jacket she had on. "If I believed in him, I am sure I would be with him, wouldn't you think so? He needs a telepath to rival your dear professor, and I am sure he'd give me anything I wanted to get me on his side for that reason alone. So do not compare me to that prat. I think my plans through. I don't go off half-baked. He is so blinded by his dream that is makes him stupid. I, on the other hand, am fully aware of what I am doing and my surroundings."
"If ya thought your plans through, ya'd see the pure stupidity it is to kidnap a freakin' x-man. Ya say we may be brainwashed, well part of our programming is to rescue each other."
"Oh how sweet, what a nice fairy tale story."
"And ya know if they don't come that Remy will."
"And he will be full of rage and wanting nothing but revenge. He won't be thinking clearly and any plan he comes up with is sure to fail. Just like Magneto's." Rogue jerked in her chair, trying desperately to get lose. She wanted to hurt her. Rip her hair out, gouge her eyes out, beat the shit out of her. "Don't even think about it. You have yet to see my other ability."
"What's that the ability to keep your clothes all crisp and white?" She saw a flash of sort of emotion in the woman's eyes, which actually relieved Rogue. There was something behind the indifference and sociopathic behavior.
"All that takes is some money. We can't all look cheap now, can we?" She said gesturing over to Rogue's outfit the green halter and black pants she still had on from the club, which was actually Wanda's.
"Ah am not cheap!"
"Of course not dear, up here in high society you are, but to your mind it is probably the most modest thing you could ever wear to get the Cajun's attention."
"At least it covers, better than the double sided tape ya had to use for last year's induction ceremony." Emma's eyes narrowed. She wanted this to end. It was boring her, but she was not one to give up the last word. Especially not to that girl in front of her.
Emma looked at her up and down. Rogue was fidgety. She wasn't one to fidget. The entire time she had been there she had been calm. Shouting insults and vulgar comments but calm none the less. She had also been coming up with insults a lot faster than the average human should be able to. She put her hands to her temples and let her being float into the girls head. She was instantly overcome with thoughts. Thoughts so fast she could barely decipher them. Some of them sound like the chipmunks on a meth trip, and the vast majority of them getting right past her. She felt that she had stayed for a few minutes in Rogue's head but knew in all actuality that she was only there for a few seconds. She walked over to the box with the mutant's files. She quickly flipped through.
"Congratulations, great work using Quicksilver's ability." She put her hand back on her temple and back down almost as fast. "I hope you have fun, trying to break the block I just put up to put quicksilver's mutation away. It should be fun, being tied to a chair when you have to run, sitting here looking at the walls when minutes seem like hours and hours seem like years." She smiled at Rogue smugly, and began to walk away. She stopped patted Rogue on the shoulder. She bent down to her ear. "Have fun."
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"Wanda's here." Magneto spun around at Mystique.
"How does she know that we are here? Are the rest of them with her?"
"She came alone." She said as she watched him. He stretched out his hands, and felt the metal in building come to life. It creaked slightly. It wasn't time for him to do any harm. He just needed to feel the power he had over metal once again. He felt like a teenager. He felt free. He just moved any thing metal he could see, bending stop signs at his will, as if it was some juvenile prank. He made people trip and fall. Even stole few wallets just because he could. One day if Charles Xavier ever got over this strange co-existence thing, he would have to tell him that his theory about mutants, who are out of touch with their abilities for extended periods of time become completely depressed, is true. It's as right as rain.
"I don't want her here when I crush this building, get rid of her, quickly. Also, I don't want any heightened estrogen levels causing a fight." She looked at him momentarily as if he were insane.
"That cell made you bonkers." He stood there as if he hadn't heard her, letting the magnetism seep through his body, bones, skin, everything. He chuckled, and it wasn't an evil laugh but more of lighthearted one. A laugh that insinuated that she had just told a joke. "What's so funny?"
"I was just trying that phrase out. You females use it all the time to talk about fights with men. You say, 'oh look at the testosterone match'. You should really lightened up."
"Are you on drugs? If your daughter is here, then most likely the rest of those x-men are not far behind." He breathed in deeply.
"Go! Lure her away from here. I don't need you here for I am planning to do. You were able to get us past security." No one even noticed that they were on the roof. Here he was on the roof of a building, planning on crushing it up like a piece of paper, and no one seems to care.
"I am beginning to wish that bomb had killed you. How dare you treat me as if I am a lackey?!?!"
"Temper, Temper." He could see rage building up in her eyes. "I wouldn't dream of treating you as if you were a lackey, but you must admit that there can only be one boss, and that is me."
"I got you out of jail. You ungrateful..."
"Do not treat me as if I am one of those teenagers your recruit." He replied never losing his temper.
"I could have very easily done this job by myself."
"Really Mystique... How? With something as primitive as a bomb or gun? Even you know that isn't just a killing mission, it is a message. Now get Wanda out of here before she ruins everything."
"I think that time in prison has weakened you. If I hurt her, her teammates will go to her aid and most likely forget about us." He spun around.
"No, even I never physically hurt my daughter. Lead her away from here." She scoffed, but left him on the roof. She thought for a moment. She had seen him pull the iron out of someone's blood stream before, and even she had to admit that it was a scary and painful sight. She finally morphed into someone else, and went on her search for the Scarlet Witch.
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"'Ello Wanda." He said coming up behind her. Wanda spun around quickly and glared at him.
"What the fuck you doing here, John?"
"You need to get out of here." Wanda looked at him skeptically, before he grabbed her hand to try to lead and drag her away from the supreme court building. She dug her heals in the dirt and jerked her hand away as if she had been burned or bit by a snake.
"You are getting rusty with this whole impersonation thing. John knows better than to try and force me to do anything. How you been Mystique? Throw anymore kids off of bridges." Her eyes narrowed and she morphed back into herself.
"Are we really going to start this again?"
"My fight isn't with you."
"Yes it is. You ingrate. You do realize that if it weren't for me, you'd still be in that hell." Wanda held her glowing hands up and threw a hex at Mystique. She extended her fingers to cause a vacuum in the sphere, soon Mystique lost consciousness and passed out. Wanda let her go.
"No it isn't." Wanda glanced around, looking mainly in the direction Mystique had just come from. She watched as Mystique slightly stirred. She heard a strange creaking noise. She remember the noise from a movie. It was that strange metal bending sound that she heard while the ship sunk in Titanic. A thought entered about how she wanted to kill whoever made her watch that movie. Then confusion hit her. Who would be stupid enough to force her to do anything? She hated these fits, but quickly dismissed the memory. It wasn't important. The metal was important. She walked towards the noise quickly.
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They were not far from the building. They could here the shouts of various protests going on. The anti-mutant protesters and the equal rights people. Jean stopped.
"Oh my god, Scott is that what I think it is?" She said looking up. He looked at her for a moment trying to figure out what she was talking about. He finally followed her eyes. He felt the gush of wind go past him, signally that Pietro forgot about the plan and ran straight to the giant Hex sphere they could see forming on the roof.
Wanda felt the gush of wind. "You're not saving him this time." She said angrily. He put his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. He went towards the side of her face.
"Wanda, you thanked me last time, you told me it would make you no better than him if you killed him." He whispered to her. He had to calm her down. This hex would definitely make her pass out. I happened once. When she was younger she'd over extend herself when if came to her powers she'd get a migraine and then pass out. She turned towards him angrily, letting her concentration break and the hex sphere disappeared.
"Damn it! Pietro, I won't be able to conjure another up that big." Magneto, seeing that his daughter's attention was no longer on him, tried to move. She reached a hand out hitting him, while still arguing with her brother. Magneto kept his balance. "Why can't you just fall over and die?!?!? You're like a fucking tick! I can throw anything at you and you won't die." She heard more footsteps on the roof, but quickly let the thought leave her mind. She didn't care if they were there. "Do you even know the hell you left me in?"
"Don't you dare proceed to talk to me about personal hell, young lady!" Wanda was slightly taken aback and fell silent. He hadn't used that tone of voice with her since... reminiscing was the last thing she needed to be doing. She felt a familiar sense of rage rise up and take control. She was tired and had a pounding headache, but she didn't care. "Well, well, Pyro. Finally choose a side on your own or were there extenuating circumstances?" He ducked one of her hex bolts.
"Don't you dare speak to him!" She said wincing from her headache.
"I can take care of myself, Wanda." John said stepping out of the crowd. Wanda put her hand to her head in an attempt to sooth some of the pain.
"I hardly think this is the time for you to be gallant." She stated quickly, putting her hand down and looking at him. She finally turned her attention back to her father.
"You know what? Over the years I have had a lot of time to think, and I have come to the realization that you are completely fucked in the head. More so than me. For someone who is supposed to loathe humans and humanity you sure spent a lot of your life loving them. I find it oddly fascinating that everyone you have ever loved or cared about has been human, while you despise your own mutant children." She told him quickly, honestly without thinking about it, but she now feel everyone's eyes on her. Scott's. Jean's. Pietro's. Even her father. She brought her eyes up to meet his. She saw a slight change in his demeanor at that comment. It was more of a sad look. A small smile played across her lips, looking almost maniacal. This was it. For some reason he couldn't be physically hurt, maimed, or killed, so emotional torture and taunting would have to do.
"Oh, did I hit a sore spot?" She asked coldly with no hint of emotion in her voice. There was small voice telling her more of a nagging feeling to let it go now and just move on, but she ignored it. She had been waiting for this moment for too long, and no amount of a bad feeling was gong to stop her. She felt everyone's stares get more intense. Pietro's though oddly enough felt like he was ready to jump in at a moment's notice, and on her side too. Not their father's but hers.
With Magneto very noticeably distracted, Scott put his hand on his visor. He had a clean shot at him. He could knock him out. Disarming him until the proper authorities arrived. He felt a small hand touch his. He looked over at Jean, who very quickly shook her head. 'Don't, I have a feeling, just don't.' She projected to him. He looked at her for a second as if she were insane but complied. After all he did trust her judgement, more so than he did his own anymore. All her little feelings were always right. He lowered his hand, and stared attentively at the situation in front of him. Magneto wasn't doing anything, but that isn't what bothered him at the moment. What bothered him was the fact that Mystique was no where to be found. He looked around the roof again.
'Mystique is missing.' He said to her. He saw Jean instantly put her hand on her head to see if she could sense her.
'Wanda already took care of her.' Scott looked shocked.
'She's dead?' He wouldn't shed any tears, and while he knew of Wanda's temper he never actually thought she'd kill someone. She was holding back on her father. The man who made her the mess of a person she is. That is if you could call what she was doing holding back.
'No, she isn't dead just unconscious for the time being.' He nodded, looking back.
'I really think we should stop this.' She shook her head.
"Think about it, Dad." She said sarcastically. "You had all these relatives that died all those years ago. They were all flat scans. Our mother: flat scan. Anya: flat scan. When it came to us, did you ever really truly ever fucking care? You broke us down every day of our lives, trying to make us into you, but you ended up making us this instead. One child crazy psychotic. The other..." She didn't really want to say anything about Pietro. Their father made him into the sometimes people-pleasing coward that he is, but she wasn't about to say that. After all he had proven himself more than once.
"I'm sorry we're not like you, we're human. Yes, human." She could see the rise she was getting out of him.
"Wanda that's enough!" He bellowed.
"She's right." Pietro said stepping closer to the front. "We may be able to do some amazing shit, but we are still human. We still have goals and dreams. We fall in love. We break bones, some of us need glasses. We have human emotion. We have all the same weaknesses. So how exactly can we be better? Our abilities tend to frustrate and hurt ourselves more than anything. So how exactly does that work?" Pietro stated, trying hard not to lose his temper. He'd never admit it, but he had this little speech planned out for a while. He would say it to himself, even when he thought the man was dead. Something about it calmed him. He felt a hand touch his shoulder, and when he looked down, he saw Wanda drop it. She wasn't done. He could tell that she wasn't done.
"Don't you get it they're the lucky ones? They don't have to worry about constantly wearing a visor, they don't have to worry about constantly keeping their emotions in check. They can touch. They don't hyperventilate during church services, and they don't have to worry about the hell of never dying and outliving every soul they'll ever care about. You hate them because you are jealous. They would have never had a power surge that takes out half a town, resulting in the death of their own daughter. Hell, that is probably why you hate us like you do. I saw the tape. Do you remember Anya's eighth birthday? I'm sure you do after all it was her last. She named us." She said beginning to choke back sobs. She took a deep breathe to try to calm herself down. She ran her fingers though her hair. She looked at him. The pure look of shock on his face. He looked like he was going to be sick. That reminding him of the human he once was, was sickening.
"Why do you have to do this? Are you so blinded and dense that you don't realize that when this plan fails just like the others you are going to be nothing but a common terrorist? You have turned into the man you hate. The man who started it all for you. Let's say you actually succeed in enslaving humanity or causing a holocaust, you do see the irony that your picture will beside Hitler's in the history books?" She finally asked, coming down from her adrenaline kick. She glanced to Pietro, who had a look of pure shock. Shock like their father's but for a different reason.
"Is there anything you want to add, Pietro?" She asked him. She couldn't go unto another rant like this again. He responded slowly.
"I'd say that about covers it." He said with a hint of betrayal. She went straight towards him.
"Don't be upset with me. I thought it would be better if you heard about all that stuff, when you saw Momma." He nodded. "I was just so...."
"It's ok." He said. They were interrupted, much to everyone's surprise, by Magneto.
"What do you to want from me?" Pietro lightly shoved his sister out of his arms.
"About what don't you think it is a tad bit too late for you to be doing anything for us?" He asked.
"I want you to know one thing. If you had shown us half as much attention that you showed your stupid cause, things would be different. Once upon a time, we loved you, and if you would have shown us the same... I think we would have followed you to the end of the earth."
Scott stood there shocked into complete silence. Wow. Only thing he could think at the moment. Wow. Did Wanda and Pietro just non-violently disarmed their father? He shook himself from his thoughts, when he heard Wanda continue.
"Actually there is one thing you can do for us. Jean." The girl called. Jean walked up there. "I want you to take off the bucket, so Jean can read your mind, so I can be triumphant over Scott in a little disagreement we had." He looked like he was going to refuse. Wanda really didn't think he'd refuse her, but he did. She scoffed. "Pietro do the honors?" He took off before she could finish the question. Before he could think twice his helmet was gone.
Jean could barely comprehend any of her enemies thoughts at this moment. His head was in pure shambles. Every possible thought was all hurtling toward her at the same time. They watched her for a few seconds before she finally spoke up.
"He doesn't have Rogue." She said, as he reached towards Pietro for his helmet. With a flip of her hand she sent Pietro and the helmet out of Magneto's reach. Magneto began to pull his helmet towards himself with his abilities. Jean projected herself in his head trying to cut of his powers.
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An hour. That was all a fucking hour. After one hour she was ready to pull her damn hair out. Her only concern was herself, and it made her heart break, imagining if Kurt or Remy had been in a coma and she had to wait like this for five days like this. She'd have to check herself into the looney bin. She tried to breath in slowly, but she couldn't will her breathing or heartbeat to slow down, and now she was hungry. They just fed her. What the hell is up with that? Pietro had to do this someway. He was always like this. He had to deal with it somehow.
'Think Rogue think. You lived with the guy. Granted not for long, and you hardly came into contact with him.' How did he deal with all these thoughts at once. She looked at the clock again.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" She screamed nearly in tears. This was it. This was going to make her go insane. The voices in her head wouldn't have anything to do about it. This one thing.
'Memorial service. I saw him flip out. Well, I can't get a hug from Wanda right now... hug. Hugging leads to kissing. Gambit. Remy.' She couldn't believe it in a fraction of a second she had gone from trying to calm down to thinking about Gambit. The hell? She is in what could quite possibly be a life and death situation and she was off day dreaming.
'Stop being such a girl. You're smart you can do this.' Pietro always bragged that he could move faster than a person could think, but she realized that now that not only could he move faster, but before moving he could already run through all the options and all possible scenarios before a person knew what hit them. No wonder he was always so bored and constantly smarting off. He had to keep himself occupied somehow. He could be a genius. Why did he act so stupid half the time, she couldn't figure out. She made a decision. Instead of fighting this, she would embrace it. She shuddered as she asked the question no one should have to: What would Pietro do?
Her eyes quickly darted around the room, looking, searching, taking in, and remembering every detail. Her stomach grumbled, but she ignored it. She started thinking about when she got her hands out of bonds she could go out through that window or that door. No window. Most definitely the window. She didn't know where the door would lead. Yet, she was on the second story. Maybe there was a trellis or drain pipe, or she could always just jump. What if someone came in while she was trying to escape? Quicksilver's powers added with her hand to hand training with Logan would be a strong combination. Quickly a plan devised in her head. Now all she had to do was wait.
'Wait!' She screamed in her throat frustrated. 'Great now I got to wait for the opportune moment... Opportune moment... Didn't I see a movie? Pirates of the Caribbean... "If you were waiting for the Opportune moment, that was it." Johnny Depp.... I love Johnny Depp... he kinda reminds me of Remy. I don't know why. He just does... Remy... I wonder if he is busy kicking Mag's ass... I am sorry I am missing that..........'
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"I'm still bringing this building down."
"Not if I have anything to do about it." Wanda said trying to conjure up a hex bolt, but failing miserably. She had barely enough juice left to affect the roll of the dice. She rubbed her head again. She didn't need to do anything though. She saw her father clutch his head violently, sending metal spinning all over the roof. Everyone started dodging flying metal as Magneto clutched his head, screaming out in agony, obviously fighting whatever Jean was trying to do to him. Jean stood there in the middle, completely unscathed, unflinching, and completely unintimidated. She threw a force field around herself and kept up with her work. Magneto's eyes rolled up into his head and he passed out. Jean put down the force field and turned around surveying the damage.
"That should hold him." She said quickly glancing around. Metal debris everywhere obviously where Scott had blown some of the objects up. It roof reeked of brimstone and Pyro was dousing some flames out. Wanda was sitting near the edge of the roof head in her hands with Pietro sitting next to her. Jean quickly scanned everyone's surface thoughts to make sure everyone was all right. Scott was fine, of course. Wanda had the migraine from hell. Pietro was unnaturally calm, considering the confrontation with his father.
"Everyone alright?" Scott finally asked. There were various nods with Wanda not moving.
"They're fine." Jean told him. "Scott we have another problem. Mystique's gone. I can't sense her. She left sometime during the fight."
"Ok," he took a deep breathe. "Wanda where did you leave Mystique?" She looked up at him.
"Not so loud. Ummmm...... About of a quarter of a mile out of the courtyard. Straight." She said softly.
"OK so here's the plan. Jean, you, Magma, and Cannonball go track Mystique. Pietro get your sister back to the jet." Pietro took off in a gust of wind with Wanda in tow. "The rest of us will wait here with Magneto until the proper authorities come."
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Hours later everyone returned to the mansion. Somewhat defeated. They only succeeded in nabbing one half of a duo, but they had gotten the more dangerous of the two so that was a silver lining. Scott and Jean walked up to the professor's study door.
"Come in." They walked in. "I just got off the phone with the authorities. There have been a few much needed modifications to his housing and security."
"We had no luck with Mystique." Jean said quickly.
"Nor would you, if she was out of telepathic range. I will continue searching for her on cerebro, but my first concern is Rogue."
"Magneto didn't have her."
"I did not think that he did. Were their any intense injuries?"
"Wanda wore herself out. She slept through Logan's take off and landing, and Logan said Sam could drive his bike back. So we are expecting him in a couple hours."
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"Why does it seem like I am always waking up in this place?" Hank chuckled.
"We need to quit meeting like this." She rolled her eyes, and moved the covers to get out of bed. She stood up, instantly getting lightheaded, she sat right back down.
"How long have I been...?"
"Asleep? Almost twenty hours."
"You're kiddin'? Is that even normal?"
"It happens a lot, usually with younger mutants, but you did greatly over extend yourself." He said shining a light in each eye. "Follow my finger." She did so. "Does you head still hurt?"
"Yeah."
"Aspirin should take care of it. You shouldn't try to use your powers for about a week." She nodded in understanding. "I mean it, Wanda. I know how you get." She rolled her eyes as he handed her to Aspirin and a glass of water. "I'll send Kitty down with some food." He said starting to leave the room. He saw her lean back and flip through a few tv stations.
"Oh and Wanda?"
"Yeah," she said, turning her attention to him.
"I think you'll be happy to know that the Mutant Registration Act was found to be unconstitutional." A genuine smile spread her lips.
"Thanks."
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AN: I know I know.... don't kill me. I promise I had like this huge English paper due and a German essay, and a Psychology test. College sucks and you have to pay for the suckitude. Also, I had some writer's block, which was probably good because I would have written and not studied, but I reread Ultimate War and was tripping off of Ultimate Mags for like so long. I had to keep reminding myself that I was striving for a more calm sympathetic Mags, when I wanted to shoot him in the Kneecaps. I still can't believe he shot Pietro in the knees. What a bastard?
Ok I will quit ranting. I don't have any work due this week. So with that and the long Easter weekend expect an update soon. This and The Sibling Letters and hopefully I will start the sickness. If you have no clue what these things are. Go to my profile.
Taineyah- Thankness for the review. You are awesomeness too. Everyone should read more than flames it rocks.
The tiny one- thanks for finally reviewing. If you love jonda's I recommend Nine to Five, More Than Flames, and Scam. All them are awesomeness. As for Pie and Py's conversation and py telling pie off. It needed to happen in my opinion, but Pietro and John simply dislike each other and that was magnified by Wanda. Personally I think all three of them need to go to group therapy.
Epona04- Yay another update Yay!
Peace 215- your welcome for the website. I remember that helped me a lot when I first started getting into this kind of stuff. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
SickmindedSucker- I am glad that I helped with your aggressiveness. I understand that sometimes you just need to get a people beating outlet, and I am glad I was it. I hope the fights in this chapter were up to speed. You should really hate Emma now.
Amieva- Thanks a lot. You really give me a lot o courage to post things I think are shit, which was most of the last chapter. Thanks.
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I have a question. I have been everywhere, searching, but I haven't found the answer. Where does the idea that Gambit have an empathy Power come from. All bios, say he can kinetically charge objects nothing about hypnotic charm or empathy. Is this something that is actually cannon? Was it mentioned on the show? Is it Fannon? (Something everyone does in fanfiction even if it isn't true.)
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Chapter 12
Scott was nervous. He wouldn't admit it to the rest of the group, but shit was he nervous. Here he was sitting in the cockpit, and he couldn't get this uneasy feeling out of his stomach. They had too few numbers. Wanda took off. She could have been a wonderful help, but she took off without a word with Logan's motorcycle no less. It was strange, Logan didn't even do into kill 'em mode, when he saw his bike gone. That left Pietro and John in a state of worry that wouldn't make them very useful at the moment. Everyone knew who she took off after. That look on her face could only be matched to that day on that building, when she tried to kill him. Well according to Pietro that was the case. Scott took a deep breath. Angry Wanda was scary as hell, and if she had revenge on her mind, then even if they caught up with her she would be no help. Rogue was also gone, and that left Gambit also in a it of rage. He had moved past dazed sometime yesterday, and was on this scary power trip like none other. Not that Scott could blame him.
That left the team in a strange position. Two people missing, and three more that probably wouldn't be up to par. And then on top of that Gambit refused to deal with Magneto at the moment. Jean reached over and squeezed his hand.
"We're going to be fine. We've taken him on before with a lot less." She said reassuringly. He nodded. The professor had told them that Magneto and Mystique were the only ones there, and that none of the other mutants were up there. He knew what to expect, but still... He got like this before every serious save the world mission. He took a deep breathe, and convinced himself everything would be cool. In all actuality they were only short one person. Rogue. Wanda, Pietro, and John weren't actual X-men. They didn't go on missions, but still Scott felt that the past few weeks of being around them. The group somewhat felt complete, like this is how things were supposed to be.
He had been trying to do the right thing, when he told Wanda that he didn't want her on the mission to get to her father. In fact he didn't want Pietro there either. Everyone knows of Wanda's uncontrollable rage when it comes to that man, and he wanted to protect the team. Was that so bad? To tell the truth Quicksilver's presence also made him uneasy. Quicksilver hates his father, but he has only believed the man was dead for the past six years. There was no telling what he would do for good or bad. It isn't that he didn't trust the Maximoff's, there were too many people that changed sides to prove that almost anyone can do good and change their ways.
He was going to lose his mind. He needed to get his mind off of this.
"We are starting our descent. We are going to land in this vacant lot about four miles away. We have a walk ahead of us." Jean said quickly, flipping various switches in the cockpit.
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She was going to go insane. She was tired and worn out not necessarily physically but mentally. She couldn't fight Emma much longer. She had been there for what felt like weeks. Time always go by so slowly in your head. She had tried to escape once. She had actually willed John's ability to come out. The fire place burst into big flames. She just hadn't expected his powers to be so uncontrollable. She thought his powers would be easy, considering she wouldn't need her hands for them. She burned down Emma's office and came out unscathed, finally understanding that strange look John got on his face while using his powers.
She couldn't have been here that long, because she knew that they were looking for her. They had to be. She actually prayed that they'd be. She didn't pray, but a lot of people do things out of character when they are confused and scared. Right now she had to admit she was frightened. She saw what Mastermind had done to Wanda, and she knew the only reason Emma kept going into her head was so she could weaken her will, her resolve. It was working. That was the scary part. She knew she couldn't run forever. Remy would come. He had done it millions of times before. No matter how much she hated to admit it. He actually was a knight in shining armor. Actually she would never tell him that... Can't let the swamp rat's ego get any bigger, can we?
"Since Ah can't move, Can ya at least tell me what ya are plannin'?" She said tiredly. She saw Emma look at her with the same indifference she seemed to show everyone. Yet, she looked to be debating it.
"Do you watch movies? The second the evil genius tells his plan, the hero shows up. I refuse to tell you. There is a chance that this could fail... and I can't have you telling all those action figures you call friends my plans." Rogue scoffed. She had had enough of this debutante bitch.
"How do ya know that Ah won't lahk your plan, and go willingly?" Emma scoffed.
"Do not treat me as you would an imbecile, Rogue. I am not an idiot. I know where your true loyalties lie, where they will always lie. I have seen a great deal of your head and even if I can not change it, I know that you will always remain loyal to him, if not the X-men." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Uh uh uh, Rogue. You should really know better than to try to conjure up some psyche's powers with me in the room. You have to shout to get them to listen, which causes you to project." She sighed exasperated. "I thought you were trained by a telepath? I figured Xavier would teach though projection in his 101 class, unless he is smarter than I thought and is keeping tabs on all of you."
"Why? I don't see you as someone who would act like Magneto." Emma's face changed from her cool indifference to something else entirely, something Rogue had never seen. She tilted her head back and laughed.
"That man is a bloody idealist fool. I could poke a hundred holes in that stupid anti-human philosophy of his." She straightened out the white business jacket she had on. "If I believed in him, I am sure I would be with him, wouldn't you think so? He needs a telepath to rival your dear professor, and I am sure he'd give me anything I wanted to get me on his side for that reason alone. So do not compare me to that prat. I think my plans through. I don't go off half-baked. He is so blinded by his dream that is makes him stupid. I, on the other hand, am fully aware of what I am doing and my surroundings."
"If ya thought your plans through, ya'd see the pure stupidity it is to kidnap a freakin' x-man. Ya say we may be brainwashed, well part of our programming is to rescue each other."
"Oh how sweet, what a nice fairy tale story."
"And ya know if they don't come that Remy will."
"And he will be full of rage and wanting nothing but revenge. He won't be thinking clearly and any plan he comes up with is sure to fail. Just like Magneto's." Rogue jerked in her chair, trying desperately to get lose. She wanted to hurt her. Rip her hair out, gouge her eyes out, beat the shit out of her. "Don't even think about it. You have yet to see my other ability."
"What's that the ability to keep your clothes all crisp and white?" She saw a flash of sort of emotion in the woman's eyes, which actually relieved Rogue. There was something behind the indifference and sociopathic behavior.
"All that takes is some money. We can't all look cheap now, can we?" She said gesturing over to Rogue's outfit the green halter and black pants she still had on from the club, which was actually Wanda's.
"Ah am not cheap!"
"Of course not dear, up here in high society you are, but to your mind it is probably the most modest thing you could ever wear to get the Cajun's attention."
"At least it covers, better than the double sided tape ya had to use for last year's induction ceremony." Emma's eyes narrowed. She wanted this to end. It was boring her, but she was not one to give up the last word. Especially not to that girl in front of her.
Emma looked at her up and down. Rogue was fidgety. She wasn't one to fidget. The entire time she had been there she had been calm. Shouting insults and vulgar comments but calm none the less. She had also been coming up with insults a lot faster than the average human should be able to. She put her hands to her temples and let her being float into the girls head. She was instantly overcome with thoughts. Thoughts so fast she could barely decipher them. Some of them sound like the chipmunks on a meth trip, and the vast majority of them getting right past her. She felt that she had stayed for a few minutes in Rogue's head but knew in all actuality that she was only there for a few seconds. She walked over to the box with the mutant's files. She quickly flipped through.
"Congratulations, great work using Quicksilver's ability." She put her hand back on her temple and back down almost as fast. "I hope you have fun, trying to break the block I just put up to put quicksilver's mutation away. It should be fun, being tied to a chair when you have to run, sitting here looking at the walls when minutes seem like hours and hours seem like years." She smiled at Rogue smugly, and began to walk away. She stopped patted Rogue on the shoulder. She bent down to her ear. "Have fun."
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"Wanda's here." Magneto spun around at Mystique.
"How does she know that we are here? Are the rest of them with her?"
"She came alone." She said as she watched him. He stretched out his hands, and felt the metal in building come to life. It creaked slightly. It wasn't time for him to do any harm. He just needed to feel the power he had over metal once again. He felt like a teenager. He felt free. He just moved any thing metal he could see, bending stop signs at his will, as if it was some juvenile prank. He made people trip and fall. Even stole few wallets just because he could. One day if Charles Xavier ever got over this strange co-existence thing, he would have to tell him that his theory about mutants, who are out of touch with their abilities for extended periods of time become completely depressed, is true. It's as right as rain.
"I don't want her here when I crush this building, get rid of her, quickly. Also, I don't want any heightened estrogen levels causing a fight." She looked at him momentarily as if he were insane.
"That cell made you bonkers." He stood there as if he hadn't heard her, letting the magnetism seep through his body, bones, skin, everything. He chuckled, and it wasn't an evil laugh but more of lighthearted one. A laugh that insinuated that she had just told a joke. "What's so funny?"
"I was just trying that phrase out. You females use it all the time to talk about fights with men. You say, 'oh look at the testosterone match'. You should really lightened up."
"Are you on drugs? If your daughter is here, then most likely the rest of those x-men are not far behind." He breathed in deeply.
"Go! Lure her away from here. I don't need you here for I am planning to do. You were able to get us past security." No one even noticed that they were on the roof. Here he was on the roof of a building, planning on crushing it up like a piece of paper, and no one seems to care.
"I am beginning to wish that bomb had killed you. How dare you treat me as if I am a lackey?!?!"
"Temper, Temper." He could see rage building up in her eyes. "I wouldn't dream of treating you as if you were a lackey, but you must admit that there can only be one boss, and that is me."
"I got you out of jail. You ungrateful..."
"Do not treat me as if I am one of those teenagers your recruit." He replied never losing his temper.
"I could have very easily done this job by myself."
"Really Mystique... How? With something as primitive as a bomb or gun? Even you know that isn't just a killing mission, it is a message. Now get Wanda out of here before she ruins everything."
"I think that time in prison has weakened you. If I hurt her, her teammates will go to her aid and most likely forget about us." He spun around.
"No, even I never physically hurt my daughter. Lead her away from here." She scoffed, but left him on the roof. She thought for a moment. She had seen him pull the iron out of someone's blood stream before, and even she had to admit that it was a scary and painful sight. She finally morphed into someone else, and went on her search for the Scarlet Witch.
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"'Ello Wanda." He said coming up behind her. Wanda spun around quickly and glared at him.
"What the fuck you doing here, John?"
"You need to get out of here." Wanda looked at him skeptically, before he grabbed her hand to try to lead and drag her away from the supreme court building. She dug her heals in the dirt and jerked her hand away as if she had been burned or bit by a snake.
"You are getting rusty with this whole impersonation thing. John knows better than to try and force me to do anything. How you been Mystique? Throw anymore kids off of bridges." Her eyes narrowed and she morphed back into herself.
"Are we really going to start this again?"
"My fight isn't with you."
"Yes it is. You ingrate. You do realize that if it weren't for me, you'd still be in that hell." Wanda held her glowing hands up and threw a hex at Mystique. She extended her fingers to cause a vacuum in the sphere, soon Mystique lost consciousness and passed out. Wanda let her go.
"No it isn't." Wanda glanced around, looking mainly in the direction Mystique had just come from. She watched as Mystique slightly stirred. She heard a strange creaking noise. She remember the noise from a movie. It was that strange metal bending sound that she heard while the ship sunk in Titanic. A thought entered about how she wanted to kill whoever made her watch that movie. Then confusion hit her. Who would be stupid enough to force her to do anything? She hated these fits, but quickly dismissed the memory. It wasn't important. The metal was important. She walked towards the noise quickly.
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They were not far from the building. They could here the shouts of various protests going on. The anti-mutant protesters and the equal rights people. Jean stopped.
"Oh my god, Scott is that what I think it is?" She said looking up. He looked at her for a moment trying to figure out what she was talking about. He finally followed her eyes. He felt the gush of wind go past him, signally that Pietro forgot about the plan and ran straight to the giant Hex sphere they could see forming on the roof.
Wanda felt the gush of wind. "You're not saving him this time." She said angrily. He put his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. He went towards the side of her face.
"Wanda, you thanked me last time, you told me it would make you no better than him if you killed him." He whispered to her. He had to calm her down. This hex would definitely make her pass out. I happened once. When she was younger she'd over extend herself when if came to her powers she'd get a migraine and then pass out. She turned towards him angrily, letting her concentration break and the hex sphere disappeared.
"Damn it! Pietro, I won't be able to conjure another up that big." Magneto, seeing that his daughter's attention was no longer on him, tried to move. She reached a hand out hitting him, while still arguing with her brother. Magneto kept his balance. "Why can't you just fall over and die?!?!? You're like a fucking tick! I can throw anything at you and you won't die." She heard more footsteps on the roof, but quickly let the thought leave her mind. She didn't care if they were there. "Do you even know the hell you left me in?"
"Don't you dare proceed to talk to me about personal hell, young lady!" Wanda was slightly taken aback and fell silent. He hadn't used that tone of voice with her since... reminiscing was the last thing she needed to be doing. She felt a familiar sense of rage rise up and take control. She was tired and had a pounding headache, but she didn't care. "Well, well, Pyro. Finally choose a side on your own or were there extenuating circumstances?" He ducked one of her hex bolts.
"Don't you dare speak to him!" She said wincing from her headache.
"I can take care of myself, Wanda." John said stepping out of the crowd. Wanda put her hand to her head in an attempt to sooth some of the pain.
"I hardly think this is the time for you to be gallant." She stated quickly, putting her hand down and looking at him. She finally turned her attention back to her father.
"You know what? Over the years I have had a lot of time to think, and I have come to the realization that you are completely fucked in the head. More so than me. For someone who is supposed to loathe humans and humanity you sure spent a lot of your life loving them. I find it oddly fascinating that everyone you have ever loved or cared about has been human, while you despise your own mutant children." She told him quickly, honestly without thinking about it, but she now feel everyone's eyes on her. Scott's. Jean's. Pietro's. Even her father. She brought her eyes up to meet his. She saw a slight change in his demeanor at that comment. It was more of a sad look. A small smile played across her lips, looking almost maniacal. This was it. For some reason he couldn't be physically hurt, maimed, or killed, so emotional torture and taunting would have to do.
"Oh, did I hit a sore spot?" She asked coldly with no hint of emotion in her voice. There was small voice telling her more of a nagging feeling to let it go now and just move on, but she ignored it. She had been waiting for this moment for too long, and no amount of a bad feeling was gong to stop her. She felt everyone's stares get more intense. Pietro's though oddly enough felt like he was ready to jump in at a moment's notice, and on her side too. Not their father's but hers.
With Magneto very noticeably distracted, Scott put his hand on his visor. He had a clean shot at him. He could knock him out. Disarming him until the proper authorities arrived. He felt a small hand touch his. He looked over at Jean, who very quickly shook her head. 'Don't, I have a feeling, just don't.' She projected to him. He looked at her for a second as if she were insane but complied. After all he did trust her judgement, more so than he did his own anymore. All her little feelings were always right. He lowered his hand, and stared attentively at the situation in front of him. Magneto wasn't doing anything, but that isn't what bothered him at the moment. What bothered him was the fact that Mystique was no where to be found. He looked around the roof again.
'Mystique is missing.' He said to her. He saw Jean instantly put her hand on her head to see if she could sense her.
'Wanda already took care of her.' Scott looked shocked.
'She's dead?' He wouldn't shed any tears, and while he knew of Wanda's temper he never actually thought she'd kill someone. She was holding back on her father. The man who made her the mess of a person she is. That is if you could call what she was doing holding back.
'No, she isn't dead just unconscious for the time being.' He nodded, looking back.
'I really think we should stop this.' She shook her head.
"Think about it, Dad." She said sarcastically. "You had all these relatives that died all those years ago. They were all flat scans. Our mother: flat scan. Anya: flat scan. When it came to us, did you ever really truly ever fucking care? You broke us down every day of our lives, trying to make us into you, but you ended up making us this instead. One child crazy psychotic. The other..." She didn't really want to say anything about Pietro. Their father made him into the sometimes people-pleasing coward that he is, but she wasn't about to say that. After all he had proven himself more than once.
"I'm sorry we're not like you, we're human. Yes, human." She could see the rise she was getting out of him.
"Wanda that's enough!" He bellowed.
"She's right." Pietro said stepping closer to the front. "We may be able to do some amazing shit, but we are still human. We still have goals and dreams. We fall in love. We break bones, some of us need glasses. We have human emotion. We have all the same weaknesses. So how exactly can we be better? Our abilities tend to frustrate and hurt ourselves more than anything. So how exactly does that work?" Pietro stated, trying hard not to lose his temper. He'd never admit it, but he had this little speech planned out for a while. He would say it to himself, even when he thought the man was dead. Something about it calmed him. He felt a hand touch his shoulder, and when he looked down, he saw Wanda drop it. She wasn't done. He could tell that she wasn't done.
"Don't you get it they're the lucky ones? They don't have to worry about constantly wearing a visor, they don't have to worry about constantly keeping their emotions in check. They can touch. They don't hyperventilate during church services, and they don't have to worry about the hell of never dying and outliving every soul they'll ever care about. You hate them because you are jealous. They would have never had a power surge that takes out half a town, resulting in the death of their own daughter. Hell, that is probably why you hate us like you do. I saw the tape. Do you remember Anya's eighth birthday? I'm sure you do after all it was her last. She named us." She said beginning to choke back sobs. She took a deep breathe to try to calm herself down. She ran her fingers though her hair. She looked at him. The pure look of shock on his face. He looked like he was going to be sick. That reminding him of the human he once was, was sickening.
"Why do you have to do this? Are you so blinded and dense that you don't realize that when this plan fails just like the others you are going to be nothing but a common terrorist? You have turned into the man you hate. The man who started it all for you. Let's say you actually succeed in enslaving humanity or causing a holocaust, you do see the irony that your picture will beside Hitler's in the history books?" She finally asked, coming down from her adrenaline kick. She glanced to Pietro, who had a look of pure shock. Shock like their father's but for a different reason.
"Is there anything you want to add, Pietro?" She asked him. She couldn't go unto another rant like this again. He responded slowly.
"I'd say that about covers it." He said with a hint of betrayal. She went straight towards him.
"Don't be upset with me. I thought it would be better if you heard about all that stuff, when you saw Momma." He nodded. "I was just so...."
"It's ok." He said. They were interrupted, much to everyone's surprise, by Magneto.
"What do you to want from me?" Pietro lightly shoved his sister out of his arms.
"About what don't you think it is a tad bit too late for you to be doing anything for us?" He asked.
"I want you to know one thing. If you had shown us half as much attention that you showed your stupid cause, things would be different. Once upon a time, we loved you, and if you would have shown us the same... I think we would have followed you to the end of the earth."
Scott stood there shocked into complete silence. Wow. Only thing he could think at the moment. Wow. Did Wanda and Pietro just non-violently disarmed their father? He shook himself from his thoughts, when he heard Wanda continue.
"Actually there is one thing you can do for us. Jean." The girl called. Jean walked up there. "I want you to take off the bucket, so Jean can read your mind, so I can be triumphant over Scott in a little disagreement we had." He looked like he was going to refuse. Wanda really didn't think he'd refuse her, but he did. She scoffed. "Pietro do the honors?" He took off before she could finish the question. Before he could think twice his helmet was gone.
Jean could barely comprehend any of her enemies thoughts at this moment. His head was in pure shambles. Every possible thought was all hurtling toward her at the same time. They watched her for a few seconds before she finally spoke up.
"He doesn't have Rogue." She said, as he reached towards Pietro for his helmet. With a flip of her hand she sent Pietro and the helmet out of Magneto's reach. Magneto began to pull his helmet towards himself with his abilities. Jean projected herself in his head trying to cut of his powers.
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An hour. That was all a fucking hour. After one hour she was ready to pull her damn hair out. Her only concern was herself, and it made her heart break, imagining if Kurt or Remy had been in a coma and she had to wait like this for five days like this. She'd have to check herself into the looney bin. She tried to breath in slowly, but she couldn't will her breathing or heartbeat to slow down, and now she was hungry. They just fed her. What the hell is up with that? Pietro had to do this someway. He was always like this. He had to deal with it somehow.
'Think Rogue think. You lived with the guy. Granted not for long, and you hardly came into contact with him.' How did he deal with all these thoughts at once. She looked at the clock again.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" She screamed nearly in tears. This was it. This was going to make her go insane. The voices in her head wouldn't have anything to do about it. This one thing.
'Memorial service. I saw him flip out. Well, I can't get a hug from Wanda right now... hug. Hugging leads to kissing. Gambit. Remy.' She couldn't believe it in a fraction of a second she had gone from trying to calm down to thinking about Gambit. The hell? She is in what could quite possibly be a life and death situation and she was off day dreaming.
'Stop being such a girl. You're smart you can do this.' Pietro always bragged that he could move faster than a person could think, but she realized that now that not only could he move faster, but before moving he could already run through all the options and all possible scenarios before a person knew what hit them. No wonder he was always so bored and constantly smarting off. He had to keep himself occupied somehow. He could be a genius. Why did he act so stupid half the time, she couldn't figure out. She made a decision. Instead of fighting this, she would embrace it. She shuddered as she asked the question no one should have to: What would Pietro do?
Her eyes quickly darted around the room, looking, searching, taking in, and remembering every detail. Her stomach grumbled, but she ignored it. She started thinking about when she got her hands out of bonds she could go out through that window or that door. No window. Most definitely the window. She didn't know where the door would lead. Yet, she was on the second story. Maybe there was a trellis or drain pipe, or she could always just jump. What if someone came in while she was trying to escape? Quicksilver's powers added with her hand to hand training with Logan would be a strong combination. Quickly a plan devised in her head. Now all she had to do was wait.
'Wait!' She screamed in her throat frustrated. 'Great now I got to wait for the opportune moment... Opportune moment... Didn't I see a movie? Pirates of the Caribbean... "If you were waiting for the Opportune moment, that was it." Johnny Depp.... I love Johnny Depp... he kinda reminds me of Remy. I don't know why. He just does... Remy... I wonder if he is busy kicking Mag's ass... I am sorry I am missing that..........'
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"I'm still bringing this building down."
"Not if I have anything to do about it." Wanda said trying to conjure up a hex bolt, but failing miserably. She had barely enough juice left to affect the roll of the dice. She rubbed her head again. She didn't need to do anything though. She saw her father clutch his head violently, sending metal spinning all over the roof. Everyone started dodging flying metal as Magneto clutched his head, screaming out in agony, obviously fighting whatever Jean was trying to do to him. Jean stood there in the middle, completely unscathed, unflinching, and completely unintimidated. She threw a force field around herself and kept up with her work. Magneto's eyes rolled up into his head and he passed out. Jean put down the force field and turned around surveying the damage.
"That should hold him." She said quickly glancing around. Metal debris everywhere obviously where Scott had blown some of the objects up. It roof reeked of brimstone and Pyro was dousing some flames out. Wanda was sitting near the edge of the roof head in her hands with Pietro sitting next to her. Jean quickly scanned everyone's surface thoughts to make sure everyone was all right. Scott was fine, of course. Wanda had the migraine from hell. Pietro was unnaturally calm, considering the confrontation with his father.
"Everyone alright?" Scott finally asked. There were various nods with Wanda not moving.
"They're fine." Jean told him. "Scott we have another problem. Mystique's gone. I can't sense her. She left sometime during the fight."
"Ok," he took a deep breathe. "Wanda where did you leave Mystique?" She looked up at him.
"Not so loud. Ummmm...... About of a quarter of a mile out of the courtyard. Straight." She said softly.
"OK so here's the plan. Jean, you, Magma, and Cannonball go track Mystique. Pietro get your sister back to the jet." Pietro took off in a gust of wind with Wanda in tow. "The rest of us will wait here with Magneto until the proper authorities come."
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Hours later everyone returned to the mansion. Somewhat defeated. They only succeeded in nabbing one half of a duo, but they had gotten the more dangerous of the two so that was a silver lining. Scott and Jean walked up to the professor's study door.
"Come in." They walked in. "I just got off the phone with the authorities. There have been a few much needed modifications to his housing and security."
"We had no luck with Mystique." Jean said quickly.
"Nor would you, if she was out of telepathic range. I will continue searching for her on cerebro, but my first concern is Rogue."
"Magneto didn't have her."
"I did not think that he did. Were their any intense injuries?"
"Wanda wore herself out. She slept through Logan's take off and landing, and Logan said Sam could drive his bike back. So we are expecting him in a couple hours."
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"Why does it seem like I am always waking up in this place?" Hank chuckled.
"We need to quit meeting like this." She rolled her eyes, and moved the covers to get out of bed. She stood up, instantly getting lightheaded, she sat right back down.
"How long have I been...?"
"Asleep? Almost twenty hours."
"You're kiddin'? Is that even normal?"
"It happens a lot, usually with younger mutants, but you did greatly over extend yourself." He said shining a light in each eye. "Follow my finger." She did so. "Does you head still hurt?"
"Yeah."
"Aspirin should take care of it. You shouldn't try to use your powers for about a week." She nodded in understanding. "I mean it, Wanda. I know how you get." She rolled her eyes as he handed her to Aspirin and a glass of water. "I'll send Kitty down with some food." He said starting to leave the room. He saw her lean back and flip through a few tv stations.
"Oh and Wanda?"
"Yeah," she said, turning her attention to him.
"I think you'll be happy to know that the Mutant Registration Act was found to be unconstitutional." A genuine smile spread her lips.
"Thanks."
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AN: I know I know.... don't kill me. I promise I had like this huge English paper due and a German essay, and a Psychology test. College sucks and you have to pay for the suckitude. Also, I had some writer's block, which was probably good because I would have written and not studied, but I reread Ultimate War and was tripping off of Ultimate Mags for like so long. I had to keep reminding myself that I was striving for a more calm sympathetic Mags, when I wanted to shoot him in the Kneecaps. I still can't believe he shot Pietro in the knees. What a bastard?
Ok I will quit ranting. I don't have any work due this week. So with that and the long Easter weekend expect an update soon. This and The Sibling Letters and hopefully I will start the sickness. If you have no clue what these things are. Go to my profile.
Taineyah- Thankness for the review. You are awesomeness too. Everyone should read more than flames it rocks.
The tiny one- thanks for finally reviewing. If you love jonda's I recommend Nine to Five, More Than Flames, and Scam. All them are awesomeness. As for Pie and Py's conversation and py telling pie off. It needed to happen in my opinion, but Pietro and John simply dislike each other and that was magnified by Wanda. Personally I think all three of them need to go to group therapy.
Epona04- Yay another update Yay!
Peace 215- your welcome for the website. I remember that helped me a lot when I first started getting into this kind of stuff. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
SickmindedSucker- I am glad that I helped with your aggressiveness. I understand that sometimes you just need to get a people beating outlet, and I am glad I was it. I hope the fights in this chapter were up to speed. You should really hate Emma now.
Amieva- Thanks a lot. You really give me a lot o courage to post things I think are shit, which was most of the last chapter. Thanks.
DemonRogue13- Yay! Thanks for the review.
isandahalf- I was going to email you before I posted to make sure it was ok to use your line, but I forgot. Glad you don't mind. Remy will get to play knight in armor, fluffiness and all....
I have a question. I have been everywhere, searching, but I haven't found the answer. Where does the idea that Gambit have an empathy Power come from. All bios, say he can kinetically charge objects nothing about hypnotic charm or empathy. Is this something that is actually cannon? Was it mentioned on the show? Is it Fannon? (Something everyone does in fanfiction even if it isn't true.)
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