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Author's Note- Updates won't be as quick as usual. I've been back in school so I don't have too much time to write a chapter, and I'm currently writing four stories, and then I'm going to write another one. They won't take too long though, I promise.

Chapter Eight

The professor looked thoughtful as he gazed intently out of the large window from his bedroom. His brow was furrowed and his fingertips were together almost as if in prayer but not quite exactly. They rested against his lips, which were set in a grim line. He was wearing an elegant robe, made of fine silk that was the color of a dark forest green.

It was around six-thirty in the morning, and only a few of the students were up, getting ready for school. Jean and Scott were two of them of course and only a few of the New Recruits. Ororo was up making the breakfast and Logan was not yet home from his scouting of the Brotherhood Boarding House.

Charles furrowed his brow further. Logan should have been home by now, he sent him out only three and a half hours ago. He wasn't particularly worried; Logan could definitely take care of himself. The other mutant must of found something and went to investigate it further.

Charles focused himself more of looking out the window. Distantly, he heard the Wolverine's motorcycle, and a few minutes passed before the telepath saw him driving up the driveway towards the mansion's garage. He watched as the door opened and closed. Then, he waited.

He heard the gruff man's footsteps climb up the stairs and towards the professor's bedroom. They sounded almost angry, but Wolverine always seemed angry so there was nothing really to worry about. Then they stopped just outside of the door, and then he knocked.

"Come in, Logan," Charles called out to the man. The door opened and in came Wolverine. There was a scowl on his face and a toothpick was protruding from his mouth.

"What did you find?" Charles asked, wheeling himself closer to the mutant.

"Nothin'," he growled and his eyes flickered away from the professor's face. "There was somebody there, but it could have just been a salesperson or somethin'. I'll probably recognize the smell if I came across it again."

"We must be suspicious of that," the professor said, taking note of that piece of information and storing it inside of his head, just in case it became important later on. "I do not think it is usual that the Brotherhood gets salespeople visiting very often."

"So, what are ya gonna do, Chuck?" Wolverine asked, folding his hairy harms across his chest.

"I'm going to call the Brotherhood. They need to be warned of this danger," the professor said wheeling himself to the window again. Logan followed.

"Somethin' tells me they aren't going to listen to you," Logan growled. He started chewing on the toothpick.

"I think they will if they know that their lives are threatened," Charles turned his head to Logan and gave him a small smile. "Somehow, I don't think they care little about themselves. They would undoubtedly want to be safe."

Logan growled and walked out of the room.

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Lance was pretending he was playing an electric guitar to the loud music he was playing on the old stereo he owned. Metallica was currently playing.

Fred was currently stuffing his face downstairs, Pietro went on his usual afternoon run, Wanda was doing god-knows-what, and Todd was sleeping at that moment. Lance woke up unusually early this morning, 11:30. Right now it was almost an hour later.

He was turning the music louder when there was a loud knock on the door. He almost didn't hear it and he decided to ignore it. There was an even louder knock.

"Freddy's taking me to the mall!" Wanda shouted from the opposite side of the door.

"Whatever!" he hollered back over the loud music, not really hearing what she said.

He jumped on his bed and landed on his back as one of the musician's was playing a big guitar solo at the beginning of the song 'Enter Sandman'. Then the singing begun:

Say your prayers little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the Sandman he comes
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight

Then Lance began to sing along with the song in a horrible tune. Downstairs, the phone rang, and he didn't hear it as he sang.

Exit light!
Enter Night!
Take my hand!
Off to Never Never land!

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Downstairs in the old boarding house, the phone rang continuously.

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

Finally, after nine rings, the answer machine went on.

"This is Pietro Maximoff, l o o o ve machine. Sorry, ladies! I'm not at home, obviously, or I would have already answered! Sorry to severely disappoint you. Although, there are four other losers that live here so unfortunately, one being my sister (keep your hands off of her, by the way) there is a small chance that your are not calling for me. If you ARE calling for me, please leave your age, height, eye color, hair color, gender, (although it is preferable that you are female) and leave your bra size. Ciao!"

"Brotherhood, this is Charles Xavier. There is an urgent message I would like to give to you but I cannot explain it all in the answering machine. It concerns your lives and your safety. Would you please call the Xavier Mansion for further details? It is for your safety. Have a good day." B e e ep.

Two hours later. . .

Wanda walked into the room, stomping up the stairs with a shopping bag in one hand. She disposed of it in her room and kicked off her shoes. It was hotter than usual outside and she was wearing her favorite outfit: a red button tank top and her tight black leather pants. Around her neck were numerous chains and around her wrists. Around her fingers were different kinds of silver rings and her nails were painted a vibrant red.

She walked down the stairs and found Fred already watching the TV with Todd and he was chowing down a whole bag of BBQ chips (a/n- ooh yea).

Wanda checked their new answering machine on the way to the kitchen. There were three messages.

"Don't you losers know how to check messages at least?" she said to them in distaste.

Todd grinned at her. "No, snookums, we just all low maintenance and stuff. 'Cording to Pietro, yo, we're just a bunch of losers who can't do nothing."

"Well you better learn!" she snarled at him as she turned back to the machine and pressed the round button that was labeled 'messages' underneath.

A mechanical voice said-

"Monday, May 31, 2002 12:32 PM."

"Brotherhood, this is Charles Xavier. There is an urgent message I would like to give to you but I cannot explain it all in the answering machine. It concerns your lives and your safety. Would you please call the Xavier Mansion for further details? It is for your safety. Have a good day."

Wanda raised an eyebrow at this message and decided she shouldn't delete it. She listened to then next two messages.

"Monday, May 31, 2002, 1:45 PM."

"Hey-uh-hi, this is, um, Kathy, I, um, I'm calling for Pietro. I was wondering if, um, if we're still going on our date tomorrow night. Um, call me. Looking forward to it. Bye."

Wanda sneered. Pathetic.

"Monday, May 31, 2002, 2:30 PM."

"Did you have pleasant dreams last night, my young little Maximoff? I know I did. Angenehme Traume. . ."

Wanda was frozen. The voice was soft, almost like a snake's hiss. It sounded so menacing; it was so cunning, so impeccably evil that it was enough to freeze her blood in place. She was sure he wasn't talking about her. She didn't dream last night. Why did he speak German at the end? She knew what it meant. It meant 'pleasant dreams'. She shivered and walked into the living room where Fred and Todd were.

"Where's Pietro?" she asked them softly. Fred looked a little surprised that she wasn't scowling at them. In fact, her voice quivered slightly.

"He's in the kitchen. Said he kinda ran too fast and too long today, so he needs to fill himself up," Fred answered her. She nodded and made her way to the kitchen, Todd following her.

"Don't follow me, Toad!" she snarled at him and raised her hand threateningly.

"Aww, snugglebumps, but I love you!" he said to her in a dreamy voice hopping after her.

Next thing he knew, he found himself sliding slowly down the wall behind him. There still was a dreamy expression on his face.

Wanda gave one final growl and said, "Don't EVER call me that again." And she turned back around and finished her way to the kitchen.

She found Pietro with his back facing to the entrance, fixing himself a large sandwich at top speed. Wanda leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed across her chest, watching him until he noticed her.

He sat down at the table with all kinds of foods and then started cutting the crust off of his sandwich.

Stuffing almost half of the sandwich into his mouth, his eyes flickered up to Wanda. They then flickered back down, concentrating on his sandwich.

Wanda strolled over to the table, pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. Placing her elbows on the table, she rested her chin on her entwined fingers and stared at him intently. He tensed only slightly when he felt her stare, but then he relaxed. He raised his head slightly and they stared at each other as he ate.

Finally finishing all of his solid food, Pietro grabbed the full glass of milk in front of him and gulped it down, still looking at Wanda out of the corner of his eye. He set the glass down on the table with at thud and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, using his super speed, he cleaned up his mess and then sat back down in the chair he sat in.

"Am I so interesting to stare at?" he snapped at her.

Her lip curled up in a snarl, "No. I just wanted to tell you something."

"What?" he said and he leaned back in the chair, and then he leaned forward again, resting on the table and drumming his fingers so fast they sounded like a vibration.

"One of your blonde bimbos called," she said in a sneer.

He raised a dark eyebrow, "Which one?"

"Some girl named Kathy," she said.

"Kathy's a redhead, no-it-all," he sneered back at her, leaning back in his chair again and putting his hands behind his head.

"Whatever," she spat. Her face became troubled as Pietro leaned forward again and then lean back. He always fidgeted this was.

"There's something else," she said quietly. Pietro looked at her through his cold blue eyes.

Silently Wanda grabbed his hand and got up from her seat, tugging a bit on Pietro's hand for him to follow. He got up and followed her.

"Did you check the messages today?" she asked him as they stopped in front of the machine.

"No," he said staring at it with a puzzled expression. Wanda pressed the button and together they listened to the three messages.

His eyes widened slightly at the first message, he laughed a little at the second, but at the third his body tensed up so much, it was like touching a rock. Then he started shivering.

"Pietro, who was that?" Wanda asked gently, rubbing his shoulders gently to ease and relax the muscles.

"I-I remember that voice." His voice trembled slightly.

"I think we should call Xavier," Wanda said to him very calmly, because saying that might make him loose his temper. Pietro nodded only slightly. His entire body was trembling now.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

Now he was angry. He whipped around and stared at her through icy eyes, his cheeks were slightly pink. "No. There's nothing to talk about!" he snarled vehemently and he ripped his hand away from hers as if she burned him.

He walked away from her and then said over his shoulder harshly, "I'm going to call Father." And then he went out the front door, not bothering to close it.

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A/N- So how was this chapter? I know I haven't updated this one in a while, I apologize. I hope I get some good reviews for this. Thanks to all who reviewed! You're the reason I update! R&R!