Drei

Part 5

By Mieren

Three suspicious blue shadows darted out of the mansion, virtually invisible in the early morning hours. A few simple teleports later found them at the brotherhood's house. A handful of seconds and some muffled snickering later, the fuse box was history and the one light that was still on in the house fizzled out.

"What the hell, yo," Toad's voice rang out from indoors.

Still grinning, the three fuzzy elves scattered to surround the house. Once in position, Kurt started the group out by softly letting out a long, mournful howl, managing to sound exactly like a wolf. Rahne would have been envious. Inside, Toad scrambled to his feet, knocking over the chair he had been sitting in with a loud thud.

"Man, this is some crazy stuff," Toad muttered, perfectly audible to the blue mutants' delicate ears. His voice was slightly strained. "Ain't no wolves in city limits, yo."

Nightcrawler followed suit by issuing the second howl while Wagner ran noisily past the window nearest the slimeball on all fours, growling loudly. It was apparently enough to frightened the scummy mutant into shrieking and running from the room, yelling for the others. There was a loud thud as he ran into something, probably a wall.

"Watch where you're going!" Tabby yelled. "Why are you running around in the dark anyways?"

"Power's out," Toad panted. "And there's things outside, yo."

"Things?" Boom Boom asked skeptically.

"Wolves, yo." The walking explosion sighed audibly.

"Look," she said reasonably. "We're in a city. There are no wolves…"

Tabby stopped, blue eyes staring straight for the window where Wagner had just run past again. Nightcrawler howled again, voice ringing clearly through the otherwise silent darkness. When the cry began to tone down, Kurt started up again. Wagner rammed the house, causing both mutants to scream. By this time, they had gathered the attention of the rest of the house.

"What the hell are you two doing down here?" Lance demanded, flipping a light switch. He paused, some of the anger leaving his voice when he found the power out. "What's going on?"

"Wolves," Tabby said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Wolves," Pietro repeated, coming into the room just behind Fred. He sounded rather disgusted. "Even if there were wolves, why are you cowering?"

"I, uh," Tabby managed.

"Pathetic."

"They could be rabid," Blob supplied, defending Tabby. "Healthy ones don't attack people."

"How would you know that?" Pietro demanded. "You don't know anything."

"Actually, he's right," Lance grudgingly admitted. "They only attack if they're rabid or starving to death."

Pietro groaned. "Even if they are, they're out there and we're in here," he said slowly, as though he were explaining it to a slow child.

As he said that, Nightcrawler rammed the front door. A barrage of cursing could be heard from within the large, beaten house. Kurt let loose an ear-piercing shriek.

"This is ridiculous," Lance snapped. "Toad, Blob. Go find some sort of light. Candles, flashlights, torches, I don't care. Pietro, go find whatever's outside and bring it in here. Boom Boom and I will kill it."

"Why me?" Tabby asked.

"Because you can blow it up."

Pietro vanished upstairs in a burst of speed, grabbing a blanket off of Blob's bed to wrap around whatever he caught. He didn't relish the idea of being bitten. It took several minutes for Toad and Blob to find and light a kerosene lamp from the garage. Boom Boom readied one of her largest explosions ever and waited to throw it at whatever Pietro produced.

Despite his earlier derisive comments, Quicksilver hesitated before venturing outside. The chilling howls, door ramming and clawing at the windows was starting to get to him. He'd have to catch whatever was out there one at a time. Throwing the door open, he dashed into the blackness and returned a millisecond later with something trapped in a blanket, thrashing in his arms. Blob was quick to slam the door shut behind him as he threw his burden onto the floor in front of the nervous blond.

Wagner teleported to safety an instant before Boom Boom created a large crater in the floor, blanket pieces and shrapnel flying across the room. The blue fuzzy mutant grinned from his place on the wall, watching as they approached the charred hole carefully. They didn't even notice their smirking observer.

"Did we get it?" Tabby asked weakly.

Wagner casually leaned over and blew out the kerosene lamp, plunging the room into darkness once more. Pietro and Lance cursed. Toad screamed. Tabby began throwing explosives around the room, creating small bursts of light that never lit up the area enough for any of the five mutants to see what was in there with them. They did, however, catch glimpses of glowing golden eyes in the shadows.

Loosing a menacing growl, Wagner tackled Toad, earning himself yet another shriek. To add to the confusion, Nightcrawler jumped in through the window, sending shattered glass across the floor. He was nearly hit with one of Boom Boom's explosives. Kurt rammed the front door to more screaming from Tabby, tumbling inside easily since Blob had neglected to close the door properly.

With Pietro and Lance's help, Todd managed to pin Wagner long enough for Fred and Tabby to relight the kerosene lamp. He offered them a fanged grin.

"Blue!" Tabby yelled, visibly angry. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Figures those X geeks were behind this," Lance said angrily.

"If it's just the freak, yo, then who are the other two?" Toad asked. Blob held the lamp up higher to find the other circling menaces.

"Nobody here but us fuzzy blue geckos," Nightcrawler chuckled sinisterly, coming into the light beneath Kurt, who was crawling along the ceiling, unnoticed. Shocked, the brotherhood lost their grip on Wagner, who scurried to stand beside Nightcrawler.

"Holy shit," Pietro cried out. "There's two of 'em!"

"Man, this just ain't right, yo," Toad managed, his voice shaking slightly.

"Two?" Kurt asked, swinging into view right in front of Blob, hanging from the light fixture by his tail. "Are you sure about that?"

While the mutants below descended into absolute chaos, Kurt blew out the kerosene lamp, his grin disappearing into the gloom. Screams could be heard from the brotherhood house for many hours.

* * *

Kitty fazed through the door into Kurt's room to wake up the fuzzballs for breakfast. The rest of the mansion had already eaten, having moved their own breakfasts an hour earlier so they could avoid the feeding frenzy. After what happened at dinner last night, they were afraid to eat in the same room with them. It had been like throwing a porterhouse steak into a tank full of piranhas. Everyone had to count their fingers afterwards to make sure they were all still there. When they were finally full in the early hours of the morning, they had mysteriously vanished from the mansion, returning just before dawn.

She froze just inside the room, staring in shock at what she found. All three blue teens were indeed stacked on the bed in a tangle of limbs. She almost ran away, revolted by the images her mind happily supplied to torment her. She paused in her escape when she noticed that they were all dressed. Even if it was only boxers and baggy white shirts, they were dressed.

Shaking her head, she started for the fuzzy tangle, pausing just short of shaking one shoulder. From the other side of the room, she hadn't noticed, but this close it was unmistakable. A low rumble was issuing from the sleeping mutants. They purred in their sleep. One of them snorted and shifted, causing the other two to automatically move to accommodate him. As one, they started purring again. Kitty grinned, unable to help thinking that they resembled nothing more than three overgrown blue kittens. It was absolutely adorable.

"That is, like, so cute," she whispered. A little louder, she ventured to wake them with a simple word. "Breakfast."

BAMF!
BAMF!
BAMF!

"Well," Kitty said, coughing around the thick plumes of sulfurous smoke left in their wake. "That was easy."

Somewhere downstairs, Ororo screamed.

To Be Continued…

Just wait. It's going to get much worse for poor Kurt. Or should I have written his name in plural? No matter. R&R!