Disclaimer- I, Nessie6 (because they said so), do not own any characters that belong to the Marvel Universe or have appeared in X-Men Evolution. I DO own Jeremy Herring, Chet Dobson, Raymond Dunburg, and Clara Oberman, but they are dead. I also own Clarence Foyer, whom you'll see who he is in this chapter.

Summary- He's getting closer to the X-Men. First though, he must inspect the BH.

Chapter Six

Clarence Foyer was not a nice man. He is and always will be mean, nasty, and greedy. He loves money and other riches and he hates all other living things. He despises plants and he hates humans and other mutants so much that he wouldn't hesitate to kill them.

He has many different looks. He could look rich with a fine mustache and neatly parted hair. He could be young. He could be old. He could look like the scariest thing in the world. But none of those were his true looks. His eyes never changed in his different appearances. They were always dark, always malicious. His eyes were like endless pits of black that were so cold that you will never feel safe and contempt for a very long time. That is, if you look squarely into them for more that a mere minute. Only few have.

There was more to his powers than a strange telepathy where he could enter dreams and the dreamer could possibly never wake up. He has lived many years, possibly older than the oldest human alive. He is one hundred and twenty-one to be exact. Thanks to his regenerating powers, he can live for quite awhile.

Foyer right now was standing just outside the sign that said, 'The Brotherhood Boarding House'. He smirked. There were mutants that lived in this house, he knew because he had followed them home. He walked a few steps closer.

Smirking again, he walked backwards, still staring at the run-down boarding house. His sensitive hearing could pick up arguments and commotion that came from inside.

Hiding in the tall bushes now, he became a different person, or was now a different person on the outside, rather, but inside he was still very cold, and he was still planning.

Now he was wearing a gray suite with a neat tie. He had an even-trimmed black mustache and his raven hair was slicked back. He took the appearance of a middle-aged man. He grinned menacingly as he quickly walked back to his black BMW and opened the trunk, where a smooth, glossy, black leather briefcase lay. He then calmly strolled through the dented and damaged gates and walked to the front door. Without hesitating, he knocked his knuckles on the paint-chipped door sharply.

It took a few moments for someone to answer. A very large boy with a blonde Mohawk opened the door abruptly, nearly ripping it off its hinges with his strength.

Foyer sneered and stuck out his hand, "James Howard, sir, I'm hear to talk to you about your water supply?"

The boy grabbed his hand to shake it and Foyer winced slightly as the boy nearly broke his hand.

"Uh.lemme get Lance or Pietro," he said uncertainly and he stomped back to another part of the house. Mumbling could be heard in another room.

While he was gone Foyer took a look at the surroundings. He wanted to take a longer time in torturing these teenagers, so he needed to know more about them and their environment before he could kill them. That's why the others had to die quickly, because he didn't spend enough time watching them.

Suddenly blocking his view of the rest of the battered-up house was a tall and thin teenager with silver-white hair and cold chips of sapphire for eyes.

"What do you want?" he sneered crossing his arms. Foyer took a moment to study him before answering. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a medium- dark green T-shirt with the words 'Abercrombie and Fitch' blazoned in golden yellow across his chest. How he could afford an expensive shirt like that, Foyer didn't know.

Foyer put on a fake smile and stuck out his hand, which the boy did not take. "My name is James Howard and I'm here from the water department, and I'm here to talk to you about your water supply."

The silver-haired mutant just scowled at him until Foyer noticed that his hand was still extended in mid-air. He quickly let it drop to his side.

"We don't have any problems with our water supply," he snapped narrowing his eyes.

Foyer knew this and already knew what to say. He did shake Fred's hand anyways, so he knew more about them that he should know. "Well you seemed to have problems with it in the past, like paying the bills on time. May I come in?"

"My father pays our bills," the silver-haired mutant hissed.

"Oh, so can I talk to your father if he's available, sir?" Foyer of course knew that their father would not be available; he didn't even live there.

The young man stared at him for a moment. Then he spoke through gritted teeth, "He's not."

Foyer managed to make a look of disappointment fill his face. "Oh, then can I speak with you? Except can I come in?"

"No."

"Oh, Pietro just let the poor man in," a female voice said behind Pietro. Foyer shifted his eyes to stare at her. She had short ebony hair and the same eyes as Pietro. He smirked again and stuck out his hand for her to shake.

Pietro glared at him and his sister. His eyes went even narrower when he saw Foyer's smirk grow wider when Wanda shook his hand.

Wanda's polite smile faltered slightly when she saw something flicker in the older man's eyes. She ignored it for the time being and stepped aside to let him in.

She led him into the living room where the smallest member of the household was sitting in a torn up purple beanbag chair and attacking a controller and grumbling at the screen, telling his player to kill the guy faster. The large boy, Fred, was sitting on the floor beside the couch and was scratching his head and staring at the playing cards he was holding in his hand. Another young man, one that looked like a hood, was standing behind the one playing the video game and was facing the window. His head was tilted back and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped down a can of Pepsi. He burped, crumpled up the can, and tossed it casually over his shoulder. He wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand.

Wanda glared at him. "Lance, if that Pepsi can is still there and not in the recycling bin in a half-hour, I will personally make sure you never have children."

Lance swallowed once and blinked, looking slightly worried. He quickly went and sat in the armchair. Wanda rolled her eyes and growled.

She turned back to them all, "This is James Howard, from the water department place. He's going to talk to us about the water bills and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" interrupted Todd from the beanbag chair, pausing his video game, "we paid the bills this time!"

"He's here to talk about the past bills, Toad," Wanda hissed, the familiar blue aura surrounding her fingertips.

Foyer smirked and grabbed Todd's hand and shook it. Todd just stared numbly as their two hands moved up and down, his own arm limp. He then went over to Lance, who stood up, and stuck out his hand to shake.

Lance just swatted it out of the way. "Why would you want to talk to us about it? The bills are paid. You don't need to know anymore."

Foyer's expression faltered slightly. He then turned to Pietro who was leaning over the back of the couch and staring out the window. He turned his head toward him and asked, "That your BMW?"

"Yes," Foyer answered slowly. Pietro just stared back at him, not moving or blinking. He then quickly shook his head, sat down in the corner of the couch, where he crossed his ankle over his knee. He put his right hand over the ankle and foot, and his left hand was on his left knee, where his index finger was tapping at a wild pace.

Foyer invited himself to sit at the opposite corner of the couch and opened his briefcase. "So there're only five of you living here?"

"Yeah," answered Wanda since none of the boys seemed to want to listen or answer him. Pietro had zoomed off into the hallway and they could hear him rummaging in the closet. He then zipped back in and tossed a paddle with a little yellow ball attached to it to Lance. He was holding a paddle with an orange ball.

"You, me, Paddle-ball contest," he said, "First one to get to fifty is the winner."

Lance scowled at him. "You'll cheat. First one to screw up is the looser."

Pietro stared at him for a second. It was only a second, mind you. "Okay. Wanda, count to three."

Wanda sighed, "Guys, there's a man here to talk about our water."

Lance and Pietro blinked at her.

"So what? Kick him out, I don't care," scoffed Lance.

"Guys-" she said then sighed when she saw that they were staring at her again. "Oh, all right!" she fumed.

"One,"

"Two,"

"Three!"

And the two boys started hitting the ball with the paddle furiously.

Wanda turned back to Foyer. "Sorry about that," she said, "So, what do you want to know?"

"Now, your father is the one paying the bills?" he asked ruffling through some 'documents'.

"Y-yes," Wanda said, looking confused. No one ever said that she and Pietro were brother and sister.

"Argh! Rematch, Pietro!"

The speedster smirked. "Alright. Onetwothreego!"

"Argh! Count slower!"

"One. . . twothreego!" Pietro counted again, barely going any slower than the first time.

"Wanda! You gotta count again!" Lance whined as he accidentally hit himself in the face with the little rubber ball.

Wanda snarled. "One, two, three, go."

Pietro was hitting the ball so fast now that his string snapped in half and the ball hit the ceiling and bounced off his head. It was now bouncing all over the living room.

"Ahh!" Todd cried as the ball whacked him in the side of the head and then bounced off his controller. It then continued to bounce around the room still. All eyes followed it.

It was heading straight back to Pietro who shouted, "Duck for cover!" as the ball bounced off the coffee table, ruined Freddy's card game, and bounced out the open window.

Foyer had enough of the idiots for the day. He would come back later. Or he would stay, but not as James Howard, the water department guy. "It was a pleasure meeting you, but I have to go. Other people to talk to." And he nodded to them all and walked out. Once he was outside, but out of the seeing range of the window he changed into a crow and flew up into the tree and watched them through the window.

Wanda stared at Pietro. She was just raising her hand to hex him, just as she saw something shiny and blue out of the corner of her eye.

"Lance! What did I say about the pop can?" she screeched and aimed a hex bolt at him. He dodged it, grabbed the pop can, and ran out the front door.

Pietro looked at her then back out the window and noticed the black BMW was still there, but not James Howard.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * A/N- Thanks for reviewing! If anyone has any suggestions for a code-name for Clarence Foyer, please mention it! I really need one! R&R!

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