Drei
Part 10
By Mieren
The Boarding House had been invaded by all nine of the fuzzy elves, taking over the rundown building in a sea of blue. For nearly an hour, explosions and maniacal laughter could be heard from a block away. No one was quite brave enough to see what the lunatics were up to and the two psychics of the mansion both looked too appalled to tell what they sensed. They only got a vague clue from the Professor.
"Cyclops, hide the duct tape."
"I'm going to hide my leg wax," Jean added under her breath.
"Should I hide mine too?" Kitty asked.
"Yours already found a new home," the redhead sighed. In the distance, an inhuman shriek sounded, accompanied by an earthquake. Kitty frowned.
"That was a little unmanly for losing some leg hair."
"That wasn't what was waxed," Jean muttered.
"Ew…"
Evan didn't even attempt to comment, too bent on giggling. Scott seemed amused that his rival had taken such a vicious hit, but at the same time was a little wary that he too would be targeted. The blue army had hit the mansion just as many times as they had the boardinghouse.
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After thoroughly traumatizing Boom Boom, Avalanche and Blob to the point of needing intense therapy, the blue brigade had decided that they'd done all the damage they could at the Boarding House and had returned to the Mansion, still in good moods. Upon entry to the main lobby, they found the better part of the residence there waiting on them, partially to check them for injuries and partially to think of ways to sedate them. They need not have worried overly. No one could take on nine blue demons without ending up duct taped to the ceiling and sedating medications would only get one or two before the rest ran for their furry lives, leaving them irked and in need of retaliation. Smartly, the present members of the mansion decided to pretend the raid on the Brotherhood House had never happened.
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It was the following dinner that turned out disastrous, or might have. A few minutes into eating, one of the blue boys had gotten an evil look on his face. Instantly, all nine had evil expressions that did not bode well. They started looking around the table, making sure to catch everyone's attention. The mansion population scattered, leaving the dining room at roughly mach speeds. The nine Nightcrawlers just smirked and continued eating.
"Told you," Vier laughed. "They creep easily."
"Good call," Zwei snickered. "One good look and we get all of dinner."
"How long do you think they'll put up with this?" Eine queried.
"Until they fix us or go insane," Sechs shrugged.
"That brings up a new problem," Acht sighed. "Can they fix this?"
"If not, we can adapt, right?" Neun asked.
"Do we want to?" Sechs asked. "Right now, we are an unstoppable force."
"That eats almost a hundred pounds of food a day and drives everyone insane," Sieben added in.
"Which is why this is fun!" Sechs chuckled.
"This could be unstable," Vier pointed out. "Especially if Forge tries anything again."
"We should probably give Forge the time to get this right before we destroy his lab again," Fünf said. "Last thing we need is twenty-seven of us running loose with absolutely no motor skills."
"Gott forbid that he set it on nine and we end up with eighty-one," Neun muttered.
"That's not even funny," Sieben muttered. "I don't trust his machines in the first place and that's definitely not helping."
"We could do something on our own," Acht offered.
"Like what? Teleporting into each other? We'd kill each other!" Zwei snapped.
"We don't need to port," Eine stated ominously. "We just need a little help."
"And who exactly could help us?" Sechs asked, irked.
"Kitty."
To Be Continued
Getting close to the end, I swear. Writer's block has been eating at me for all my fics. I know the section was short, but I thought that I should at least attempt to update. R&R!