Disclaimer- I own none of the things within. Except for this story's evil
guy. Just none of the characters. and you got the idea.
Summary- Oh no! Another mutant has died, and it is inevitable that he finds out about the X-Men, Brotherhood, and Acolytes. But he doesn't want to kill them.yet. MWAHAHA! R&R
Author's Note- Typo in chapter two has been fixed. Thanks Mannielf18! Oh, and Apocalypse didn't happen. This is AU. Evan's with the X-Men, not the Morlocks (Or he hasn't joined them yet), and Wanda has her fake memories. Okay, so some chapters have chapter titles in here and some don't. Kinda ignore that. Some chapters I can think of an appropriate title, and some I can't. Just deal with it.
Chapter Four- So, Who Gets the Front Seat?
Charles Xavier sighed. "I'm still not getting a clear reading on this mutant. No identity, no.anything."
"We just have to keep searching, Charles," Hank said as he busily went back to his research.
"They killed another one, Chuck,"
The Professor turned around to see Logan holding today's newspaper in his face.
"Was a girl this time," Logan's voice was grim. "She was fifteen. Also a mutant."
"Yes, what was her name?" The Professor turned back to Cerebro.
"Clara Oberman. Her brother died in that one big car accident a few years back."
The Professor closed his eyes. "Clara Oberman, 15, had some kind of form of navigational powers."
"When was this, Logan?" he asked, turning back to the man.
"A few days back. Her lungs were filled with blood. Don't know what caused it."
"I don't like how close she lived to us, Charles," Hank's blue form said from his computer.
"Approximately eight minutes away," the Professor sighed again. Slight worry etched his brow, and Logan could smell it.
"Don't worry, Chuck," he growled, "If that stinkbag steps one toe on the lawn, I'll *SNIKT* tear 'em to shreds." He had popped his claws out on one of his hands to emphasize what he meant.
"I don't think even your adamantium claws will stop them, Logan," said the Professor quietly. He wondered if his students would be home anytime soon.
"Hank, what's the time?" he turned to the beastly mutant.
Hank checked the wristwatch on his arm. "It is forty-seven minutes after two."
"So the students will be home soon," the Professor turned to Logan. "Logan, Danger Room sessions after school. Everybody."
Logan nodded and went through the door, closing it quietly after him.
* * * A figure leaned against the hood of a black BMW, idly smoking a pipe.
He was parked just outside of the school and through narrowed eyes he watched the students exit.
An odd looking couple (A/N-no I don't mean 'couple' as in 'lovers' by the way) caught his attention. A large -which is a complete understatement- boy with a blonde Mohawk, was wearing overalls, and busily munching on a bag of chips. There was another boy, who was hopping (hopping?) alongside the large boy. He was pale and he looked filthy. Suddenly a long, green, slimy, snake-like thing escaped his mouth to catch a nearby fly.
The figure smirked. They were mutants, no wonder they looked strange. He got into his BMW to follow them and to get a closer look.
He followed them to a parking lot on the other side of the school. They looked like they were headed towards a green Jeep.
He smirked again. More mutants! His mind was reeling with excitement. Oh, what fun he was going to have!
There, sitting in the driver's seat of the Jeep was a brown-haired boy. He looked bored. Arguing outside of the Jeep on the passenger's side was a silver-haired, skinny, boy and a dark haired girl. Their facial expressions were the same, as were their eyes, from what he can see from where he was.
He decided to go closer, but not in the car. Stepping outside of the BMW, he walked in the general direction of the Jeep, but not as to look suspicious. He could hear their conversation clearly now.
* * * "Wanda! I'm sitting in front! Me! As in ME! M-E, me!" He snapped vehemently. "Me! As in Pietro! Quicksilver! Speed-demon! SEX-GOD! ME!"
"I'm glad that you can spell, Pietro," Wanda sneered, but she was starting to look angry and VERY annoyed. "But you got the front seat last time! It's MY turn."
"NO I DIDN'T!" Pietro's pale cheeks were starting to turn a little bit pink. "YOU had it last time! *I* should sit in the front! I AM older anyways! AND leader!" he added as an afterthought.
"Lance!" Wanda suddenly barked. Lance jumped about a foot out of his seat and looked at the two twins that were glaring at him.
"W-what?" he asked stupidly.
"Who's sitting in the front?" she was looking at him as if he was something on the bottom of her shoe
"Me?" he replied dumbly. He wasn't paying the least bit of attention to the twins' argument earlier so he had no clue what they were talking about. He shouldn't have to answer them, -in his opinion, of course- besides, they ruined his daydreaming about Kitty.
Wanda looked like she was just about to throw a hex-bolt at him. Her fingers were glowing with that blue aura anyways.
"No, slow-mo," snapped Pietro, "We mean who's sitting in the passenger seat?"
Lance looked at both of them, eyes darting back and forth. He was starting to feel worried. If he didn't chose Pietro, who knows what the speed-demon will do to him later to make him regret his decision. But if he didn't pick Wanda, she could kill him, or seriously hurt him at the least.
Suddenly feeling frightened, the rock-tumbler looked away and mumbled something incoherent.
"What was that?" snarled Pietro, who was getting very annoyed with his best friend's slowness.
"I said," Lance breathed, "It's not my decision. But hurry up cause we aren't supposed to be here. Expelled remember? Kelly will know that it was us who clogged all the toilets and vandalized every bathroom in the entire school if he sees us."
"And I don't know WHY I even do this with you to begin with," muttered Wanda darkly, "It's stupid and immature."
Pietro -who usually had sudden mood-swings- grinned brightly and threw an arm around her shoulders. "Wanda! Come on, it's fun! Think of all the prissy-cheerleading-valley-girls! Wait till they found out we 'misplaced' all the tampons! ALL of them!"
Wanda smiled slightly, but caught herself and quickly covered it up with a well-placed scowl. It didn't go unnoticed by her twin, however. Nothing usually does.
"See?" he teased, "You think it's fun! Come on, Wanda! Cheer up. Frowns could permanently make a face ugly, you know. And you're my twin, and I'm extremely good looking. Actually, I'm extremely hot, but I don't want to sound conceited. If you were ugly, then what will they say about me? How could MY twin be ugly? Huh?"
Wanda snorted, now not bothering to hide the tiny smile, "You and your fricken ego."
"What ego?" he laughed.
"We're back, yo," a voice called from behind them. A shadow momentarily passed over them as a figure hopped above their heads and into the front passenger seat. Pietro and Wanda suddenly scowled again. Freddy lumbered into the back seat, tilting the Jeep slightly on its right side as he sat down.
"Who said you were sitting in the front?" Wanda glared at him.
Todd just rolled his eyes, his yellowy-green teeth bared into quite an unattractive grin. "You and Pietro arguing over the front seat again, Baby- cakes?"
If looks could kill, Todd would of keeled over right then.
A blur, a gust of wind, and Todd was in the back seat next to Freddy.
"Hey!" Todd yelled indignantly.
"Me, Wanda, AND Freddy can't possibly fit in the back," snapped Pietro. "You're the smallest one, and Fred's the biggest. It makes sense."
"But-" but Todd never finished the sentence as Wanda clutched her head and started muttering to herself.
"I'm not going to kill them. I'm NOT going to kill them. Not going to kill them. Nope, they're stupid and immature. They can't help it. So don't kill them."
They all shut up fairly quickly.
Pietro's icy cerulean-blue eyes suddenly brightened again as a light bulb (in his own imagination) appeared above his head.
"I got an ideaaa," he said in a sing-songy voice. Wanda turned and gave him an annoyed expression.
"What?" she hissed at him. She was in no mood for his ideas at the moment. Actually, she was never in the mood for his ideas.
Grinning, he casually put his arm back around her shoulders. "How about you sit in the passenger's seat, Wanda."
Her eyes instantly narrowed. "And what about you?"
"I'll," he stated smugly, his eyes glinting happily at them all, "drive."
Lance's eyes immediately widened in alarm. "What! No! This is my jeep! You CAN'T drive!"
"Why can't I, Caveman?" he sneered. Pietro used the nickname that always got Lance angry, but he didn't even notice the use of it.
"Because you don't have a license!" Lance hissed as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "You didn't pass the test! You didn't even TAKE a test!"
The speed-demon nodded vigorously, "Yes! Exactly! And that's precisely why I'm going to drive. See, how can you possibly know if I'm a reckless driver if I never even took the test? It's not like I failed it or anything."
"No, Pie-" Lance began, but a blur and a gust of wind interrupted him and he found himself squished between the backseat of the driver's side door and Todd, who looked alarmed at the sudden lack of space.
"What gives, yo?" he whined.
Putting his arm across the back of the seats in the front, Pietro turned around with a grin and winked. "I'm driving, and if you don't like it, sue me."
"Well 'I' don't like it," huffed Lance, who was trying to rearrange himself to get more comfortable. He couldn't really do more than argue with him, or Pietro will threaten Magneto on them.
"Hey, I can't breath!" Todd gasped. "There's no room!"
"Hang onto one of those bar things then," Pietro waved his hand absently behind him. Grumbling, Todd sat on the back of the seat and hung onto the bar.
They sat there for a few minutes as Pietro drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Well.?" Wanda said.
"Well what?" Pietro raised an eyebrow questionably.
"Well, why the heck aren't you driving? The motor's running, but the car ain't going nowwheres, yo," huffed Todd from the back.
"Oh, right," Pietro fumbled to step on the gas pedal.
"WHAT THE HECK, PIETRO! SLOW DOWN!" Lance screeched from the back, clutching on to the back of Pietro's seat with one hand as he hastily strapped on his seatbelt with the other. Todd let out a shriek as he flew backwards, but just in time he wrapped his tongue around the bar.
"Seatbelts!" the silver-haired mutant sang cheerfully. Wanda had her seatbelt on, but she was clutching the dashboard. Fred hardly moved, as he took up too much space, and the seatbelt wouldn't fit around him.
"PIETRO! RED LIGHT! RED LIGHT! THAT WAS A RED LIGHT!" screamed Lance as he looked back to where the streetlights were and where the cars were still honking.
"Whoops!" exclaimed Pietro a little too giddily as he hit a speed-limit sign that read 25 miles per hour.
"Get off the sidewalk, yo!"
"Pietro, drive right. But hurry up, I'm hungry."
"STOP! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL HOLY STUFF, STOP!"
"Pietro!"
Suddenly they lurched to a halt. Lance smacked his nose against the back of the seat. Fred only moved forward a little. Wanda braced a foot against the dashboard, but hit her tooth on her knee, she was now cursing quietly to herself. Pietro hit his chest against the steering wheel, breathing hard. And poor Todd flew into the seat between Pietro and Wanda.
"Why," Wanda gasped, "did you stop like that?"
"Well, I couldn't possibly run over that poor innocent squirrel!" he pointed over to a little gray squirrel that was almost across the road. Wanda looked like she was going to strangle him.
"Hey, Lance, can this jeep get any slower?" for a moment Lance thought Pietro was being sarcastic, but his face was serious.
"What? YES it can! So why don't you drive the fricken speed-limit?" he growled.
Pietro grumbled and went to step on the pedal but the car didn't go anywhere.
"Uh."
"What NOW?" snapped a very irritated Wanda.
"I think we're out of gas," he gave a little laugh but he didn't think it was funny.
Dimly, the other companions began to realize that the now-dented jeep was no longer rumbling.
So they were out of gas. Huh.
* * * A/N- You will not BELIEVE how much fun I had writing the BH in this chapter! I actually like writing them better than I like writing the X-Men. Can't wait to get started on the Acolytes! R&R!
Summary- Oh no! Another mutant has died, and it is inevitable that he finds out about the X-Men, Brotherhood, and Acolytes. But he doesn't want to kill them.yet. MWAHAHA! R&R
Author's Note- Typo in chapter two has been fixed. Thanks Mannielf18! Oh, and Apocalypse didn't happen. This is AU. Evan's with the X-Men, not the Morlocks (Or he hasn't joined them yet), and Wanda has her fake memories. Okay, so some chapters have chapter titles in here and some don't. Kinda ignore that. Some chapters I can think of an appropriate title, and some I can't. Just deal with it.
Chapter Four- So, Who Gets the Front Seat?
Charles Xavier sighed. "I'm still not getting a clear reading on this mutant. No identity, no.anything."
"We just have to keep searching, Charles," Hank said as he busily went back to his research.
"They killed another one, Chuck,"
The Professor turned around to see Logan holding today's newspaper in his face.
"Was a girl this time," Logan's voice was grim. "She was fifteen. Also a mutant."
"Yes, what was her name?" The Professor turned back to Cerebro.
"Clara Oberman. Her brother died in that one big car accident a few years back."
The Professor closed his eyes. "Clara Oberman, 15, had some kind of form of navigational powers."
"When was this, Logan?" he asked, turning back to the man.
"A few days back. Her lungs were filled with blood. Don't know what caused it."
"I don't like how close she lived to us, Charles," Hank's blue form said from his computer.
"Approximately eight minutes away," the Professor sighed again. Slight worry etched his brow, and Logan could smell it.
"Don't worry, Chuck," he growled, "If that stinkbag steps one toe on the lawn, I'll *SNIKT* tear 'em to shreds." He had popped his claws out on one of his hands to emphasize what he meant.
"I don't think even your adamantium claws will stop them, Logan," said the Professor quietly. He wondered if his students would be home anytime soon.
"Hank, what's the time?" he turned to the beastly mutant.
Hank checked the wristwatch on his arm. "It is forty-seven minutes after two."
"So the students will be home soon," the Professor turned to Logan. "Logan, Danger Room sessions after school. Everybody."
Logan nodded and went through the door, closing it quietly after him.
* * * A figure leaned against the hood of a black BMW, idly smoking a pipe.
He was parked just outside of the school and through narrowed eyes he watched the students exit.
An odd looking couple (A/N-no I don't mean 'couple' as in 'lovers' by the way) caught his attention. A large -which is a complete understatement- boy with a blonde Mohawk, was wearing overalls, and busily munching on a bag of chips. There was another boy, who was hopping (hopping?) alongside the large boy. He was pale and he looked filthy. Suddenly a long, green, slimy, snake-like thing escaped his mouth to catch a nearby fly.
The figure smirked. They were mutants, no wonder they looked strange. He got into his BMW to follow them and to get a closer look.
He followed them to a parking lot on the other side of the school. They looked like they were headed towards a green Jeep.
He smirked again. More mutants! His mind was reeling with excitement. Oh, what fun he was going to have!
There, sitting in the driver's seat of the Jeep was a brown-haired boy. He looked bored. Arguing outside of the Jeep on the passenger's side was a silver-haired, skinny, boy and a dark haired girl. Their facial expressions were the same, as were their eyes, from what he can see from where he was.
He decided to go closer, but not in the car. Stepping outside of the BMW, he walked in the general direction of the Jeep, but not as to look suspicious. He could hear their conversation clearly now.
* * * "Wanda! I'm sitting in front! Me! As in ME! M-E, me!" He snapped vehemently. "Me! As in Pietro! Quicksilver! Speed-demon! SEX-GOD! ME!"
"I'm glad that you can spell, Pietro," Wanda sneered, but she was starting to look angry and VERY annoyed. "But you got the front seat last time! It's MY turn."
"NO I DIDN'T!" Pietro's pale cheeks were starting to turn a little bit pink. "YOU had it last time! *I* should sit in the front! I AM older anyways! AND leader!" he added as an afterthought.
"Lance!" Wanda suddenly barked. Lance jumped about a foot out of his seat and looked at the two twins that were glaring at him.
"W-what?" he asked stupidly.
"Who's sitting in the front?" she was looking at him as if he was something on the bottom of her shoe
"Me?" he replied dumbly. He wasn't paying the least bit of attention to the twins' argument earlier so he had no clue what they were talking about. He shouldn't have to answer them, -in his opinion, of course- besides, they ruined his daydreaming about Kitty.
Wanda looked like she was just about to throw a hex-bolt at him. Her fingers were glowing with that blue aura anyways.
"No, slow-mo," snapped Pietro, "We mean who's sitting in the passenger seat?"
Lance looked at both of them, eyes darting back and forth. He was starting to feel worried. If he didn't chose Pietro, who knows what the speed-demon will do to him later to make him regret his decision. But if he didn't pick Wanda, she could kill him, or seriously hurt him at the least.
Suddenly feeling frightened, the rock-tumbler looked away and mumbled something incoherent.
"What was that?" snarled Pietro, who was getting very annoyed with his best friend's slowness.
"I said," Lance breathed, "It's not my decision. But hurry up cause we aren't supposed to be here. Expelled remember? Kelly will know that it was us who clogged all the toilets and vandalized every bathroom in the entire school if he sees us."
"And I don't know WHY I even do this with you to begin with," muttered Wanda darkly, "It's stupid and immature."
Pietro -who usually had sudden mood-swings- grinned brightly and threw an arm around her shoulders. "Wanda! Come on, it's fun! Think of all the prissy-cheerleading-valley-girls! Wait till they found out we 'misplaced' all the tampons! ALL of them!"
Wanda smiled slightly, but caught herself and quickly covered it up with a well-placed scowl. It didn't go unnoticed by her twin, however. Nothing usually does.
"See?" he teased, "You think it's fun! Come on, Wanda! Cheer up. Frowns could permanently make a face ugly, you know. And you're my twin, and I'm extremely good looking. Actually, I'm extremely hot, but I don't want to sound conceited. If you were ugly, then what will they say about me? How could MY twin be ugly? Huh?"
Wanda snorted, now not bothering to hide the tiny smile, "You and your fricken ego."
"What ego?" he laughed.
"We're back, yo," a voice called from behind them. A shadow momentarily passed over them as a figure hopped above their heads and into the front passenger seat. Pietro and Wanda suddenly scowled again. Freddy lumbered into the back seat, tilting the Jeep slightly on its right side as he sat down.
"Who said you were sitting in the front?" Wanda glared at him.
Todd just rolled his eyes, his yellowy-green teeth bared into quite an unattractive grin. "You and Pietro arguing over the front seat again, Baby- cakes?"
If looks could kill, Todd would of keeled over right then.
A blur, a gust of wind, and Todd was in the back seat next to Freddy.
"Hey!" Todd yelled indignantly.
"Me, Wanda, AND Freddy can't possibly fit in the back," snapped Pietro. "You're the smallest one, and Fred's the biggest. It makes sense."
"But-" but Todd never finished the sentence as Wanda clutched her head and started muttering to herself.
"I'm not going to kill them. I'm NOT going to kill them. Not going to kill them. Nope, they're stupid and immature. They can't help it. So don't kill them."
They all shut up fairly quickly.
Pietro's icy cerulean-blue eyes suddenly brightened again as a light bulb (in his own imagination) appeared above his head.
"I got an ideaaa," he said in a sing-songy voice. Wanda turned and gave him an annoyed expression.
"What?" she hissed at him. She was in no mood for his ideas at the moment. Actually, she was never in the mood for his ideas.
Grinning, he casually put his arm back around her shoulders. "How about you sit in the passenger's seat, Wanda."
Her eyes instantly narrowed. "And what about you?"
"I'll," he stated smugly, his eyes glinting happily at them all, "drive."
Lance's eyes immediately widened in alarm. "What! No! This is my jeep! You CAN'T drive!"
"Why can't I, Caveman?" he sneered. Pietro used the nickname that always got Lance angry, but he didn't even notice the use of it.
"Because you don't have a license!" Lance hissed as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "You didn't pass the test! You didn't even TAKE a test!"
The speed-demon nodded vigorously, "Yes! Exactly! And that's precisely why I'm going to drive. See, how can you possibly know if I'm a reckless driver if I never even took the test? It's not like I failed it or anything."
"No, Pie-" Lance began, but a blur and a gust of wind interrupted him and he found himself squished between the backseat of the driver's side door and Todd, who looked alarmed at the sudden lack of space.
"What gives, yo?" he whined.
Putting his arm across the back of the seats in the front, Pietro turned around with a grin and winked. "I'm driving, and if you don't like it, sue me."
"Well 'I' don't like it," huffed Lance, who was trying to rearrange himself to get more comfortable. He couldn't really do more than argue with him, or Pietro will threaten Magneto on them.
"Hey, I can't breath!" Todd gasped. "There's no room!"
"Hang onto one of those bar things then," Pietro waved his hand absently behind him. Grumbling, Todd sat on the back of the seat and hung onto the bar.
They sat there for a few minutes as Pietro drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
"Well.?" Wanda said.
"Well what?" Pietro raised an eyebrow questionably.
"Well, why the heck aren't you driving? The motor's running, but the car ain't going nowwheres, yo," huffed Todd from the back.
"Oh, right," Pietro fumbled to step on the gas pedal.
"WHAT THE HECK, PIETRO! SLOW DOWN!" Lance screeched from the back, clutching on to the back of Pietro's seat with one hand as he hastily strapped on his seatbelt with the other. Todd let out a shriek as he flew backwards, but just in time he wrapped his tongue around the bar.
"Seatbelts!" the silver-haired mutant sang cheerfully. Wanda had her seatbelt on, but she was clutching the dashboard. Fred hardly moved, as he took up too much space, and the seatbelt wouldn't fit around him.
"PIETRO! RED LIGHT! RED LIGHT! THAT WAS A RED LIGHT!" screamed Lance as he looked back to where the streetlights were and where the cars were still honking.
"Whoops!" exclaimed Pietro a little too giddily as he hit a speed-limit sign that read 25 miles per hour.
"Get off the sidewalk, yo!"
"Pietro, drive right. But hurry up, I'm hungry."
"STOP! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL HOLY STUFF, STOP!"
"Pietro!"
Suddenly they lurched to a halt. Lance smacked his nose against the back of the seat. Fred only moved forward a little. Wanda braced a foot against the dashboard, but hit her tooth on her knee, she was now cursing quietly to herself. Pietro hit his chest against the steering wheel, breathing hard. And poor Todd flew into the seat between Pietro and Wanda.
"Why," Wanda gasped, "did you stop like that?"
"Well, I couldn't possibly run over that poor innocent squirrel!" he pointed over to a little gray squirrel that was almost across the road. Wanda looked like she was going to strangle him.
"Hey, Lance, can this jeep get any slower?" for a moment Lance thought Pietro was being sarcastic, but his face was serious.
"What? YES it can! So why don't you drive the fricken speed-limit?" he growled.
Pietro grumbled and went to step on the pedal but the car didn't go anywhere.
"Uh."
"What NOW?" snapped a very irritated Wanda.
"I think we're out of gas," he gave a little laugh but he didn't think it was funny.
Dimly, the other companions began to realize that the now-dented jeep was no longer rumbling.
So they were out of gas. Huh.
* * * A/N- You will not BELIEVE how much fun I had writing the BH in this chapter! I actually like writing them better than I like writing the X-Men. Can't wait to get started on the Acolytes! R&R!
