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A little more to do with the Order, and presenting, and let's be frank, his overdue appearance, Piter!
Oh, anyone who can guess who Sneaky is based on gets an award of one cubic centimetre of air.
So, here-we a-here-we a-here-we-here-we go.
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Picture a warm, sunny day in the middle of a Californian suburb. Birds are tweeting, people are walking, talking with each other, going to the beach, etc. etc. Now, picture a truck stopping outside of a large house, and picture McIllvanney getting out of the truck.
Yes, this perfect picture will not last for long.
McIllvanney walked up to the front door, and knocked on it lightly. He looked around the street, flinching at the overhead sun slightly. There was a sound of rushing feet, and then the door opened, revealing a girl with clay-red hair and small glasses.
"Can I help you..." the girl trailed off, looking at McIllvanney mostely in surprise, but with some fear.
McIllvanney smiled humourlessly. "Hello, Rose."
"McIllvanney?" she squeaked.
"You betcha." He then leaned in pushing his face towards hers. "Now, can you guess what I'm doing back here?"
The girl shook her head.
"Well, that's too bad." He then pushed her aside, and walked into the house, slamming the door behind him.
"Yo, yo Rosemary..." A bored voice called from the kitchen. Whistler walked out of the room. "Who's at the do- Jesus Christ."
"No, but you're close." McIllvanney said, then he smirked. "Now, where's everyone else?"
"Uh, well, Bosshog's in the study as ever, but-" McIllvanney pushed Whistler aside, and strolled along to the study.
He opened the door, and walked in. A bald woman looked up at the sound of the door opening. There was another person in there, although 'person' was stretching it a bit. He was about one-foot eight in height, covered in muddy-yellow fur, had a rodent-like physique, and when he saw McIllanney, made some sort of a sound, a cross between a squeak and a 'maa' sound. In short, a most peculiarly cute creature.
"Hello, Sneaky." McIllvanney nodded at the small person. He turned to the bald woman. "Bosshog." He muttered, and lowered his head reverentially.
"Sneaky, leave us." The woman snapped. The creature looked sharply from one person to the other, then ran out, squeaking in his peculiar manner frantically. The door slammed shut after he had left. The woman yawned, and looked McIllvanney straight in the eye.
"Why have you come back, Road Virus?"
McIllvanney took a seat, hung one of his legs over the chair's arms, and cracked his neck. "I came back for my stuff, but I also came to ask for your help."
The woman raised an eyebrow, but waved her hand, indicating that he should continue.
"You know what those damn kids did to me. I want them dead. I am going to kill them. I want the help of the Order in finding them." McIllvanney stared at the woman levelly.
Bosshog got up from her chair, and walked around the desk she was behind. She then hopped back, sitting on the edge of the desk, and raised an eyebrow. "You want to kill both of them, eh?" McIllvanney nodded. "And, you want our help, eh?" He nodded again.
The woman sighed and jumped off of the desk, and started to pace the room. "Why do you want our help, exactly, McIllvanney? Is the fabled Road Virus actually having a hard time trying to revenge himself?"
McIllvanney glared at her. "It's not just myself I'm revenging, but my sister, too." He breathed through his nose heavily. "You once said that you considered yourself a dealer of justice. Help me by dealing justice now."
Bosshog held up a finger. "I said I was a dealer of justice, not pointless violence." She stared at McIllvanney with a form of pity. "Those kids did screw you over, but that does not mean it is justified in killing them."
McIllvanney smiled slowly, that is to say, his lips parted, and his mouth went up at the corners. Each of his needle-teeth glinted in the room's light. "Excuse me?"
Bosshog shook her head. "I said it once, now I'll say it again. You will not receive any help from me or any of the Order in this pointless vendetta."
"This coming from the woman who once tore a man's eye out of his face because he made a joke about your appearance?" McIllvanney shook his head. "Sometimes you can be very hypocritical." He leaned forward, his hands on the desk. "I know I've been always seen as a thug and a bonehead around here, that I'd kill someone at the drop of a hat. However, this is the only time I believe that it is necessary to kill someone. Whistler would agree with me. So would Mary."
"Yes, but I'm not either of them, now am I?" Bosshog tented her fingers. "You can go if you want my friend, but we will not help you. That is my ultimatum."
McIllvanney's nostrils flared. "So be it." He got up quickly, knocking the chair onto the ground. He strode to the door, then paused. "Is it alright to get my stuff from my room, or is that too much bother?" He said in a sardonic tone. Bosshog sighed, and dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
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"Are you sure you're doing the right thing, sir-ma'am?"
Bosshog looked at the red-haired girl as McIllvanney drove off into the distance. "Of course I'm sure. That poor idiot will lead us directly to the boys, and then we shall take them back." Bosshog cracked her knuckles. "They'll soon see the error of their ways when they're back." She looked at a potted plant sharply. "Sneaky, be sure to tell that to Whistler."
There was a disappointed squeaking sound, and Sneaky shuffled into view from behind the plant. With a disappointed shrug, the creature shuffled off towards Whistler's room.
Rosemary pursed her lips. "Don't you have any suspicions concerning your execution of the plan?"
Bosshog stared at her levelly. "I suspect many things, Mary." She looked back at the departing Sneaky. "Now, leave me."
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Sneaky jumped onto Whistler's bed and began hopping up and down, squeaking at length. Whistler looked round from the computer he was on, and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Sneaky rolled his eyes, and repeated his rapid squeaks. Whistler nodded in the middle of his rant, and pulled a grim face. Sneaky finally stopped, and looked at Whistler expectantly.
"Well, bucko," Whistler began, drumming his fingers "I'm not in favour of letting Virus there kill the boys, and neither am I too happy of the thought of them being dragged back here." He drew his lips back, and blew air through the gap in his teeth rapidly as he did when he was thinking. He clasped his hands together, and nodded. "I know what to do."
He reached under his pillow, and pulled out an old mobile phone. He punched a few buttons on the number pad, and waited. There was some ringing, then the call was received.
"Yeah, hello, I'm looking for a Piter, is there a Piter Lewis there?" He paused, listening to the other person. "Yeah, I'll hold." There was the brief sound of someone shouting on the other end, then he heard Piter's voice on the phoneline.
"Piter, it's me, Whistler..."
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Thirty minutes later, at the Xavier Institute...
Xavier nodded his head at the sound of his door being knocked. "Come in, Piter."
The long-haired youth opened the door and entered the study. "It really bugs me when you do that, Prof."
The professor pulled a wry smile. "Sorry, force of habit."
Piter shrugged, then ran his fingers through his hair. "Listen, I've got some bad news. I just got a phone call from one of the people I used to work with. There are plenty of bad things going on."
Xavier nodded his head. "Go on."
Piter raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you just use T.P.? It'll be quicker."
"I don't use telepathy, unless it is absolutely necessary Piter. Besides of which, you were trying to change the subject."
"Apparently, our old boss, that is to say Dean and I, is trying to hunt us down. However, there is something else that has come up which is worse."
"You are talking of course of McIllvanney, no?"
"I thought you said you didn't use T.P. unless you needed to."
"I didn't need any telepathy to see what you were scared of."
A sigh. "Well, he's come back. And, if I know him, which I most assuredly do, he will come here and kill both me and Dean."
"I see..."
"To be truthful, he will get his revenge, and I deserve to die. Dean doesn't, but I do."
"Piter, there's no need to talk li-"
"Oh, cut the crap, sir. I apologise about the language, but I can't afford traipsing around the bush right now. McIllvanney has a good reason to hunt me down, and to kill me. If I were in his shoes, I'd do the same thing."
"No you wouldn't. That is what separates the two of y-"
"Maybe now, I wouldn't. But back then, when I was with the Order, I would do it." Piter sighed. "Dean and I left the Order and went here because we wanted to leave that life behind us. With Bosshog in charge, there was only going to be death for us in that line of business. Of course..." Piter's face twisted in anger. "Bosshog suspected us of treachery. We had to do her last order to the letter in order to waylay suspicion. And that is when I became like McIllvanney. That was when I became a killer."
Xavier sighed. "Your life has been complex, I'll grant you that. However, as you said, you are trying to start a new life. You'll have to forget about what you have done."
"I can't. Now, it seems as if my deeds won't forget me either. Now, I could end up dead because of what I've done."
"You're with the X-Men now, Piter. We'll help you if you end up in trouble."
Piter snorted. "Oh, yeah, and how quick do you think they'll come to our rescue when they learn what actually happened?" His face became long. "You've got a good heart, Professor and I respect you for that. However, the rest of the gang will not have as much of a forgiving heart as yourself."
"You underestimate them, Piter."
"I am a human super-computer. I have analysed what will happen if they are told. The chances of them holding together are astronomical. If they find out, they won't want anything to do with me or Dean, and I wouldn't blame them." Piter sighed. "I guess there is no place in the world for a second life, huh?"
"We shall help you as much as we can Piter. Don't ever think otherwise."
Piter smiled lightly. "I can't help it. I've been trained to think of everything that can happen."
Xavier nodded his head slightly. "I suggest that you sleep on it tonight. I'm sure that in the morning things will look brighter."
Piter shrugged. "Very well." He got up off of the chair he was on, then turned to the Professor. "I thank you for your time, and for your patience in listening to my tale of woe."
"That's what I'm here for, Piter."
Piter smirked, then turned and strode out the door, shutting it behind him. He then sighed, and looked out the window at the setting sun. He heard the cicadas singing their evening melody, smelled the sweet stench of wet grass and saw the blood-red skies. The skies are boding something, he thought, and they're not boding something good.
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A little more to do with the Order, and presenting, and let's be frank, his overdue appearance, Piter!
Oh, anyone who can guess who Sneaky is based on gets an award of one cubic centimetre of air.
So, here-we a-here-we a-here-we-here-we go.
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Picture a warm, sunny day in the middle of a Californian suburb. Birds are tweeting, people are walking, talking with each other, going to the beach, etc. etc. Now, picture a truck stopping outside of a large house, and picture McIllvanney getting out of the truck.
Yes, this perfect picture will not last for long.
McIllvanney walked up to the front door, and knocked on it lightly. He looked around the street, flinching at the overhead sun slightly. There was a sound of rushing feet, and then the door opened, revealing a girl with clay-red hair and small glasses.
"Can I help you..." the girl trailed off, looking at McIllvanney mostely in surprise, but with some fear.
McIllvanney smiled humourlessly. "Hello, Rose."
"McIllvanney?" she squeaked.
"You betcha." He then leaned in pushing his face towards hers. "Now, can you guess what I'm doing back here?"
The girl shook her head.
"Well, that's too bad." He then pushed her aside, and walked into the house, slamming the door behind him.
"Yo, yo Rosemary..." A bored voice called from the kitchen. Whistler walked out of the room. "Who's at the do- Jesus Christ."
"No, but you're close." McIllvanney said, then he smirked. "Now, where's everyone else?"
"Uh, well, Bosshog's in the study as ever, but-" McIllvanney pushed Whistler aside, and strolled along to the study.
He opened the door, and walked in. A bald woman looked up at the sound of the door opening. There was another person in there, although 'person' was stretching it a bit. He was about one-foot eight in height, covered in muddy-yellow fur, had a rodent-like physique, and when he saw McIllanney, made some sort of a sound, a cross between a squeak and a 'maa' sound. In short, a most peculiarly cute creature.
"Hello, Sneaky." McIllvanney nodded at the small person. He turned to the bald woman. "Bosshog." He muttered, and lowered his head reverentially.
"Sneaky, leave us." The woman snapped. The creature looked sharply from one person to the other, then ran out, squeaking in his peculiar manner frantically. The door slammed shut after he had left. The woman yawned, and looked McIllvanney straight in the eye.
"Why have you come back, Road Virus?"
McIllvanney took a seat, hung one of his legs over the chair's arms, and cracked his neck. "I came back for my stuff, but I also came to ask for your help."
The woman raised an eyebrow, but waved her hand, indicating that he should continue.
"You know what those damn kids did to me. I want them dead. I am going to kill them. I want the help of the Order in finding them." McIllvanney stared at the woman levelly.
Bosshog got up from her chair, and walked around the desk she was behind. She then hopped back, sitting on the edge of the desk, and raised an eyebrow. "You want to kill both of them, eh?" McIllvanney nodded. "And, you want our help, eh?" He nodded again.
The woman sighed and jumped off of the desk, and started to pace the room. "Why do you want our help, exactly, McIllvanney? Is the fabled Road Virus actually having a hard time trying to revenge himself?"
McIllvanney glared at her. "It's not just myself I'm revenging, but my sister, too." He breathed through his nose heavily. "You once said that you considered yourself a dealer of justice. Help me by dealing justice now."
Bosshog held up a finger. "I said I was a dealer of justice, not pointless violence." She stared at McIllvanney with a form of pity. "Those kids did screw you over, but that does not mean it is justified in killing them."
McIllvanney smiled slowly, that is to say, his lips parted, and his mouth went up at the corners. Each of his needle-teeth glinted in the room's light. "Excuse me?"
Bosshog shook her head. "I said it once, now I'll say it again. You will not receive any help from me or any of the Order in this pointless vendetta."
"This coming from the woman who once tore a man's eye out of his face because he made a joke about your appearance?" McIllvanney shook his head. "Sometimes you can be very hypocritical." He leaned forward, his hands on the desk. "I know I've been always seen as a thug and a bonehead around here, that I'd kill someone at the drop of a hat. However, this is the only time I believe that it is necessary to kill someone. Whistler would agree with me. So would Mary."
"Yes, but I'm not either of them, now am I?" Bosshog tented her fingers. "You can go if you want my friend, but we will not help you. That is my ultimatum."
McIllvanney's nostrils flared. "So be it." He got up quickly, knocking the chair onto the ground. He strode to the door, then paused. "Is it alright to get my stuff from my room, or is that too much bother?" He said in a sardonic tone. Bosshog sighed, and dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
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"Are you sure you're doing the right thing, sir-ma'am?"
Bosshog looked at the red-haired girl as McIllvanney drove off into the distance. "Of course I'm sure. That poor idiot will lead us directly to the boys, and then we shall take them back." Bosshog cracked her knuckles. "They'll soon see the error of their ways when they're back." She looked at a potted plant sharply. "Sneaky, be sure to tell that to Whistler."
There was a disappointed squeaking sound, and Sneaky shuffled into view from behind the plant. With a disappointed shrug, the creature shuffled off towards Whistler's room.
Rosemary pursed her lips. "Don't you have any suspicions concerning your execution of the plan?"
Bosshog stared at her levelly. "I suspect many things, Mary." She looked back at the departing Sneaky. "Now, leave me."
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Sneaky jumped onto Whistler's bed and began hopping up and down, squeaking at length. Whistler looked round from the computer he was on, and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Sneaky rolled his eyes, and repeated his rapid squeaks. Whistler nodded in the middle of his rant, and pulled a grim face. Sneaky finally stopped, and looked at Whistler expectantly.
"Well, bucko," Whistler began, drumming his fingers "I'm not in favour of letting Virus there kill the boys, and neither am I too happy of the thought of them being dragged back here." He drew his lips back, and blew air through the gap in his teeth rapidly as he did when he was thinking. He clasped his hands together, and nodded. "I know what to do."
He reached under his pillow, and pulled out an old mobile phone. He punched a few buttons on the number pad, and waited. There was some ringing, then the call was received.
"Yeah, hello, I'm looking for a Piter, is there a Piter Lewis there?" He paused, listening to the other person. "Yeah, I'll hold." There was the brief sound of someone shouting on the other end, then he heard Piter's voice on the phoneline.
"Piter, it's me, Whistler..."
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Thirty minutes later, at the Xavier Institute...
Xavier nodded his head at the sound of his door being knocked. "Come in, Piter."
The long-haired youth opened the door and entered the study. "It really bugs me when you do that, Prof."
The professor pulled a wry smile. "Sorry, force of habit."
Piter shrugged, then ran his fingers through his hair. "Listen, I've got some bad news. I just got a phone call from one of the people I used to work with. There are plenty of bad things going on."
Xavier nodded his head. "Go on."
Piter raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you just use T.P.? It'll be quicker."
"I don't use telepathy, unless it is absolutely necessary Piter. Besides of which, you were trying to change the subject."
"Apparently, our old boss, that is to say Dean and I, is trying to hunt us down. However, there is something else that has come up which is worse."
"You are talking of course of McIllvanney, no?"
"I thought you said you didn't use T.P. unless you needed to."
"I didn't need any telepathy to see what you were scared of."
A sigh. "Well, he's come back. And, if I know him, which I most assuredly do, he will come here and kill both me and Dean."
"I see..."
"To be truthful, he will get his revenge, and I deserve to die. Dean doesn't, but I do."
"Piter, there's no need to talk li-"
"Oh, cut the crap, sir. I apologise about the language, but I can't afford traipsing around the bush right now. McIllvanney has a good reason to hunt me down, and to kill me. If I were in his shoes, I'd do the same thing."
"No you wouldn't. That is what separates the two of y-"
"Maybe now, I wouldn't. But back then, when I was with the Order, I would do it." Piter sighed. "Dean and I left the Order and went here because we wanted to leave that life behind us. With Bosshog in charge, there was only going to be death for us in that line of business. Of course..." Piter's face twisted in anger. "Bosshog suspected us of treachery. We had to do her last order to the letter in order to waylay suspicion. And that is when I became like McIllvanney. That was when I became a killer."
Xavier sighed. "Your life has been complex, I'll grant you that. However, as you said, you are trying to start a new life. You'll have to forget about what you have done."
"I can't. Now, it seems as if my deeds won't forget me either. Now, I could end up dead because of what I've done."
"You're with the X-Men now, Piter. We'll help you if you end up in trouble."
Piter snorted. "Oh, yeah, and how quick do you think they'll come to our rescue when they learn what actually happened?" His face became long. "You've got a good heart, Professor and I respect you for that. However, the rest of the gang will not have as much of a forgiving heart as yourself."
"You underestimate them, Piter."
"I am a human super-computer. I have analysed what will happen if they are told. The chances of them holding together are astronomical. If they find out, they won't want anything to do with me or Dean, and I wouldn't blame them." Piter sighed. "I guess there is no place in the world for a second life, huh?"
"We shall help you as much as we can Piter. Don't ever think otherwise."
Piter smiled lightly. "I can't help it. I've been trained to think of everything that can happen."
Xavier nodded his head slightly. "I suggest that you sleep on it tonight. I'm sure that in the morning things will look brighter."
Piter shrugged. "Very well." He got up off of the chair he was on, then turned to the Professor. "I thank you for your time, and for your patience in listening to my tale of woe."
"That's what I'm here for, Piter."
Piter smirked, then turned and strode out the door, shutting it behind him. He then sighed, and looked out the window at the setting sun. He heard the cicadas singing their evening melody, smelled the sweet stench of wet grass and saw the blood-red skies. The skies are boding something, he thought, and they're not boding something good.
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