Disclaimer- Own X-Men: Evolution and anything to do with Marvel, I do not,
hmmm? Owns Green Eggs and Ham, Dr. Suess does.
Great, now I'm turning into Yoda....
George Lucas owns Yoda. I think...
Author's note- The dialogue pretty much doesn't have "He said, she said" You'll have to guess who's who. It'll be easy, and there's a reason it's like that, and that reason is because it's dark.
Chapter Nine- Glimpse of a Blue Lady
Huddled together in a thick, warm, blanket, the twins sat together, a book open in the middle of them, Pietro holding the flashlight between them.
"I do not like them, Sam I am," Wanda whispered, and then turned the page.
"God, this is a classic," Pietro told her, letting Wanda read out loud.
"I do not like them in a house, I do not like them with a mouse."
"I wonder if I could meet Dr. Suess? Man, it'd be cool to get his autograph!"
"I do not like them here or there, I do not like them anywhere."
"We need to get more books after we finish this one...Oh, turn the page? Sorry."
"I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam I am!"
"I could not, would not, in a box, I could not would not with a fox."
"Hey, do you think Dad ever read a great book like this? I mean, he's gotta, he's a genius! Geniuses read books like this."
"Will you shut up!"
"Sorry." Turns page.
"Hey, isn't Dr. Suess's real name like Theodore Giesel or something? Or is it just Dr. Suess?"
"Theodore Giesel."
"Oh." Turns page.
"Wow, now I know why he changed his name from Theodore Giesel to Dr. Suess! I mean, Dr. Suess is so much cooler than Theodore. Who'd want to be named Theodore?"
"People whose names are Theodore."
"Well, you didn't have to sound so snotty about it."
"Shh!"
"I'm trying! But you're reading out loud so-"
"No, no, listen! Is that someone walking?"
"Wanna go check it out?"
"I don't know..."
"Oh come on, Wandie! Unless you want to be a sissy!"
"Don't call me that!"
"Call you what? Wandie or sissy?"
"Both!"
"Too bad. Wandie's a sissy, Wandie's a sissy, sissy, sissy, siiiiissssssy!"
"Stop!"
"La la la la la SISSY! La la la la la WANDIE!"
"Do you want to be hexed?!"
"No."
"Then stop!"
"I don't wanna!" Whining.
"Be quiet!"
"NO!"
"Shut up! Do you want Father to come up here and punish us! He'll make you run more."
Silence.
Whisper. "So, you wanna go check it out?"
"Oh, alright fine!"
"Yay! Come on, we'll pretend we're on a safari hunt at midnight or something and that we're looking for the dangerous beast! It'll be fun!"
"To you maybe."
"You'll love it."
"No, you'll love it."
"I'll love it." She didn't reply.
"Come on."
Clicking off the flashlight, the dull yellow glow immediately disappearing, Pietro grabbed his sister's hand, put a finger to his lips, and led them outside of his bedroom. Carefully, and slowly (which was practically agonizing to his mind) he twisted the knob to the left, and slowly, slowly, he pushed the door open. The walls looked pale next to the carpet, and together they tiptoed, gripping each other's hand tightly.
They turned the corner, but Pietro had stubbed his toe at the end table, the vase wobbling dangerously on the top of it. He let out a heated exclamation, rubbing his toe while balancing on one leg, while Wanda steadied the vase.
"Be more careful," Wanda whispered lowly.
"I'm trying!" he hissed back. "It just appeared out of nowhere!"
"We've been living in this house for like, almost a year, you had to have known it was there!"
"Well I forgot!"
"Shh!" Wanda hissed, and then pointed towards the end of the hall, where they heard voices.
They tiptoed down the hallway, stopping at where you could either turn left or right. Huddled by the right corner, they cupped their right ears with their hands, trying to amplify the voices.
"It's been a pleasure...Master," a woman's alto voice said. Pietro gasped, and Wanda immediately pressed her index finger against his lips, warning him to keep quiet.
The door to their father's office creaked open, and Pietro wrapped an arm around his sister's waist, preparing to bolt out of there at a moment's notice, but not just yet.
"Raven, I suggest you change form. I have children living here now."
"Oh, yes. What's this about the Speed Demon I've been hearing?"
"Later, Raven. Go now."
The lady stepped out, the light from the office now illuminating her, and both Pietro and Wanda gasped. Her head inclined slightly in their direction, and they both stopped breathing instantaneously.
She was tall, wearing a white dress with slits all the way up to the hips. Around her waist was a belt of small, human skulls. Her skin was a deep blue, bluer than even the sibling's eyes, and her eyes glinted with a catlike yellow. A small shine came from the middle of her hairline, a gold color. Her hair was a luscious, deep red-orange. Slowly, she morphed into the shape of their butler Alfred.
Tightening his arm around Wanda's waist, Pietro ran out of there with speed he had not known yet.
They were in his room again, and he let go of Wanda, who immediately hunched over and wheezed.
"Warn me the next time you do that," she gasped. Pietro walked (or, in his definition, walking) over to her and gently rubbed circles on her back.
"Sorry," he apologized, "but there was no time for warning. Did you see that blue lady turn into Alfred?"
Wanda gasped.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked frantically.
"What if," she gulped, "what if she is Alfred? What is she had been Alfred all along?"
Pietro stared at her disbelievingly. "No, no. That-that can't be! Why would she pose as a butler for years?"
"Maybe," she began to explain, "maybe Father only had a butler when we came. And she didn't need to change shapes because we weren't living here yet, but she changed into Alfred when we came!"
They were silent the rest of the night, contemplating this disturbing realization of what could be.
"Here you are, Miss Wanda," Alfred said, setting the plate in front of Wanda. She stared up at him fearfully for a moment, and when he gave her a confused look, she quickly diverted her gaze to her plate, picking at the eggs with her fork.
"And young Master Pietro," he set the plate down in front of the boy. It had two sunny-side up eggs, a piece of golden toast, and hash browns with little square pieces of ham at the side. Reluctantly, he took the fork and poked at it, scooped the hash browns up and sniffed at it, then, with much hesitancy, he put it in his mouth.
Nothing seemed wrong with it. He didn't taste any poison at all, so he cut part of the egg with his fork, and ate it.
Nope, no poison.
Erik raised an eyebrow at him, and other than that, his face was cool and impassive. He blushed slightly, bowing his head and continued eating in silence.
Hopefully, both he and Wanda wouldn't be sick and dying at the end of the day. That blue lady looked mean and dangerous.
Now, to uncover Alfred's identity...
Here's the end of this chapter! Sorry it's short, but isn't this better than not updating at all? Now, I'm off to attempt to write the next chapter of Up in Flames! Hopefully writer's block will be kind and take a vacation for a little while...
No shout outs, terribly sorry. I just want to get this up and posted! Thanks to all who reviewed! You guys rock my socks!
Won't post next chapter until I get...Oh, let's say 75 reviews. So if you're reading this, please review!
Like it? Hate it? Either way, review!
Great, now I'm turning into Yoda....
George Lucas owns Yoda. I think...
Author's note- The dialogue pretty much doesn't have "He said, she said" You'll have to guess who's who. It'll be easy, and there's a reason it's like that, and that reason is because it's dark.
Chapter Nine- Glimpse of a Blue Lady
Huddled together in a thick, warm, blanket, the twins sat together, a book open in the middle of them, Pietro holding the flashlight between them.
"I do not like them, Sam I am," Wanda whispered, and then turned the page.
"God, this is a classic," Pietro told her, letting Wanda read out loud.
"I do not like them in a house, I do not like them with a mouse."
"I wonder if I could meet Dr. Suess? Man, it'd be cool to get his autograph!"
"I do not like them here or there, I do not like them anywhere."
"We need to get more books after we finish this one...Oh, turn the page? Sorry."
"I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them Sam I am!"
"I could not, would not, in a box, I could not would not with a fox."
"Hey, do you think Dad ever read a great book like this? I mean, he's gotta, he's a genius! Geniuses read books like this."
"Will you shut up!"
"Sorry." Turns page.
"Hey, isn't Dr. Suess's real name like Theodore Giesel or something? Or is it just Dr. Suess?"
"Theodore Giesel."
"Oh." Turns page.
"Wow, now I know why he changed his name from Theodore Giesel to Dr. Suess! I mean, Dr. Suess is so much cooler than Theodore. Who'd want to be named Theodore?"
"People whose names are Theodore."
"Well, you didn't have to sound so snotty about it."
"Shh!"
"I'm trying! But you're reading out loud so-"
"No, no, listen! Is that someone walking?"
"Wanna go check it out?"
"I don't know..."
"Oh come on, Wandie! Unless you want to be a sissy!"
"Don't call me that!"
"Call you what? Wandie or sissy?"
"Both!"
"Too bad. Wandie's a sissy, Wandie's a sissy, sissy, sissy, siiiiissssssy!"
"Stop!"
"La la la la la SISSY! La la la la la WANDIE!"
"Do you want to be hexed?!"
"No."
"Then stop!"
"I don't wanna!" Whining.
"Be quiet!"
"NO!"
"Shut up! Do you want Father to come up here and punish us! He'll make you run more."
Silence.
Whisper. "So, you wanna go check it out?"
"Oh, alright fine!"
"Yay! Come on, we'll pretend we're on a safari hunt at midnight or something and that we're looking for the dangerous beast! It'll be fun!"
"To you maybe."
"You'll love it."
"No, you'll love it."
"I'll love it." She didn't reply.
"Come on."
Clicking off the flashlight, the dull yellow glow immediately disappearing, Pietro grabbed his sister's hand, put a finger to his lips, and led them outside of his bedroom. Carefully, and slowly (which was practically agonizing to his mind) he twisted the knob to the left, and slowly, slowly, he pushed the door open. The walls looked pale next to the carpet, and together they tiptoed, gripping each other's hand tightly.
They turned the corner, but Pietro had stubbed his toe at the end table, the vase wobbling dangerously on the top of it. He let out a heated exclamation, rubbing his toe while balancing on one leg, while Wanda steadied the vase.
"Be more careful," Wanda whispered lowly.
"I'm trying!" he hissed back. "It just appeared out of nowhere!"
"We've been living in this house for like, almost a year, you had to have known it was there!"
"Well I forgot!"
"Shh!" Wanda hissed, and then pointed towards the end of the hall, where they heard voices.
They tiptoed down the hallway, stopping at where you could either turn left or right. Huddled by the right corner, they cupped their right ears with their hands, trying to amplify the voices.
"It's been a pleasure...Master," a woman's alto voice said. Pietro gasped, and Wanda immediately pressed her index finger against his lips, warning him to keep quiet.
The door to their father's office creaked open, and Pietro wrapped an arm around his sister's waist, preparing to bolt out of there at a moment's notice, but not just yet.
"Raven, I suggest you change form. I have children living here now."
"Oh, yes. What's this about the Speed Demon I've been hearing?"
"Later, Raven. Go now."
The lady stepped out, the light from the office now illuminating her, and both Pietro and Wanda gasped. Her head inclined slightly in their direction, and they both stopped breathing instantaneously.
She was tall, wearing a white dress with slits all the way up to the hips. Around her waist was a belt of small, human skulls. Her skin was a deep blue, bluer than even the sibling's eyes, and her eyes glinted with a catlike yellow. A small shine came from the middle of her hairline, a gold color. Her hair was a luscious, deep red-orange. Slowly, she morphed into the shape of their butler Alfred.
Tightening his arm around Wanda's waist, Pietro ran out of there with speed he had not known yet.
They were in his room again, and he let go of Wanda, who immediately hunched over and wheezed.
"Warn me the next time you do that," she gasped. Pietro walked (or, in his definition, walking) over to her and gently rubbed circles on her back.
"Sorry," he apologized, "but there was no time for warning. Did you see that blue lady turn into Alfred?"
Wanda gasped.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked frantically.
"What if," she gulped, "what if she is Alfred? What is she had been Alfred all along?"
Pietro stared at her disbelievingly. "No, no. That-that can't be! Why would she pose as a butler for years?"
"Maybe," she began to explain, "maybe Father only had a butler when we came. And she didn't need to change shapes because we weren't living here yet, but she changed into Alfred when we came!"
They were silent the rest of the night, contemplating this disturbing realization of what could be.
"Here you are, Miss Wanda," Alfred said, setting the plate in front of Wanda. She stared up at him fearfully for a moment, and when he gave her a confused look, she quickly diverted her gaze to her plate, picking at the eggs with her fork.
"And young Master Pietro," he set the plate down in front of the boy. It had two sunny-side up eggs, a piece of golden toast, and hash browns with little square pieces of ham at the side. Reluctantly, he took the fork and poked at it, scooped the hash browns up and sniffed at it, then, with much hesitancy, he put it in his mouth.
Nothing seemed wrong with it. He didn't taste any poison at all, so he cut part of the egg with his fork, and ate it.
Nope, no poison.
Erik raised an eyebrow at him, and other than that, his face was cool and impassive. He blushed slightly, bowing his head and continued eating in silence.
Hopefully, both he and Wanda wouldn't be sick and dying at the end of the day. That blue lady looked mean and dangerous.
Now, to uncover Alfred's identity...
Here's the end of this chapter! Sorry it's short, but isn't this better than not updating at all? Now, I'm off to attempt to write the next chapter of Up in Flames! Hopefully writer's block will be kind and take a vacation for a little while...
No shout outs, terribly sorry. I just want to get this up and posted! Thanks to all who reviewed! You guys rock my socks!
Won't post next chapter until I get...Oh, let's say 75 reviews. So if you're reading this, please review!
Like it? Hate it? Either way, review!