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Chapter Fifteen
Two weeks passed since the last suspicious dream. Nobody knew what was going to happen, and nobody wanted to know. Everybody in the institute was frightened. Although none more so than the Professor.
"It seems that telepaths cannot go into the dreamer's mind to stop the dream," he told the adults present: Logan, Ororo, Beast, and Magneto. "It seems that he...or she has put a mental block on the dreamer so we can't enter the mind to stop it, but we could sense, and even see the nightmare they are having."
Hank rubbed his chin. "Intriguing. Magneto, you said Mastermind woke you up in the middle of the nightmare you had?"
Magneto nodded, his helmet ever present on his head. He had refused to take it off since he had the horrible nightmare that still sent shivers down his spine.
"Magnus, did he use your fears on you?" Charles asked. Magneto glared at him for a minute then sighed, nodding his head.
"Not so much as my fears, but my...weaknesses." He muttered.
Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, a toothpick dangling from his mouth. "So, the buckethead has a weakness now, does he?" he growled almost triumphantly.
Magneto's glowing eyes narrowed from the darkness of his helmet. "Everybody has a weakness, Wolverine. Some people just choose not to show it." He turned back to Charles. "Alas, the weaknesses he used for me were from my past. My daughter..." he swallowed. "And concentration camps. My guide in my dream was a concentration camp inmate. An eleven-year old version of myself."
Charles's eyes widened slightly before they returned to their normal shape. He cleared his throat and leaned back in his wheelchair. "Now we know some bits about our, well, let's say predator for now."
(Scene Change)
Lance sat in the grass next to his most favorite person in the world: Kitty. They were sitting in a comfortable silence. She was staring at the sky; he was ripping off the yellow part of the dandelions that grew on their lawn. Nothing could ruin the perfect moment.
Except for a certain speed demon that he sometimes would love to wring his hands around his neck.
"Hello lovers," he winked, striding up to them. Without invitation, he sat down right in front of them. Lance gave him his best threatening glare, which of course Pietro ignored. He looked rather tired, but you wouldn't think he was with all the energy he was displaying.
"What are the two lovebirds doing?" he asked in a falsely and very annoyingly cheerful voice.
"None of your damn business, now go bother somebody else," Lance growled.
"Oh, but I don't want to," Pietro said, tugging at the grass beneath his fingers. "I just want to sit here and relax."
"Can't you go sit and relax somewhere else?" Lance said tensely.
"Nope, nope, nope, nope," the speedster grinned. "I want to see what you two are doing."
"We're not doing anything, Pietro," Kitty said, glaring at the white-haired teenager in front of her.
"Would've fooled me," Pietro retorted. Then, his face split into an evil (at least it looked evil to Lance) grin and he started singing:
"Kitty and Lance, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-" Lance quickly jumped forward and clamped a hand over Pietro's mouth, who still was singing, although it was muffled. "Hm-hm-hm-hm."
Then he sped away.
Lance sighed in relief. He turned to Kitty to apologize. "Sorry, Kitty, Pietro could be a real jerk sometimes."
"Really, I haven't noticed," she said dryly.
"FIRST COMES LOVE! THEN COMES MARRIAGE! THEN COMES A BABY IN A BABY CARRIAGE!" They heard him shouting across the yard.
Lance was seriously contemplating smothering the annoying prick with a pillow in his sleep. Kitty huffed and stood up, walking angrily towards the mansion.
"Kitty wait!" Lance begged, going after her. Distantly, he heard Pietro's laughter. He decided he was going to throttle Pietro instead of smothering him with a pillow.
"Hey, Lance!" Pietro yelled, his hands cupping around his mouth so the sound carried. "What's been crawling up your girlfriend's ass lately?"
Lance gave him a very rude hand gesture and went after Kitty to apologize for Pietro, yet again.
'Kitty must be avoiding me,' Lance thought after searching for her for twenty minutes without a single sign or clue to where she might be. Pietro had utterly ruined his day and nothing could make it any worse.
Not watching where he was going, he bumped into someone. And that someone was a person he wanted to see less than Pietro.
He was wrong, the day could get worse.
"Summers." He greeted coldly.
"Alvers." Scott nodded back. Behind his sunglasses, Scott's eyes narrowed. "Listen, Alvers," he said, "you stay away from Kitty. You don't deserve her. I've been telling her that she needs to stay away from you and that you've been trouble ever since you came to Bayville. Keep away from Kitty."
Lance rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "No, you listen, Summers. I haven't done anything to harm Kitty, and I never will. You need to mind your own fricken business, because the relationship between Kitty and me has nothing to do with you. Now leave me alone, Summers, you just made my day worse."
Angrily, Lance brushed past Scott, still in search for Kitty.
He found her in the rec room. He had checked there before, but she hadn't been in there when he looked. He walked up to her and sat across from her. Rogue sat next to her flicking through the channels on the big-screen TV.
"Kitty, look, I'm sorry about Pietro," he said, "again. He's a jerk and likes to do stuff like that; I don't even know why I'm friends with him. Actually, I don't know why he's even my best friend. We just are. But I'll tell him to stop harassing you, and he'll move on to somebody else...Okay?"
Kitty turned her gaze from the television and to him. His brown eyes looked sincere, and she nodded solemnly, still not happy about Pietro. Then she sighed.
"I actually shouldn't even be this mad," Kitty confessed, "It wasn't even that big of a deal. I guess I'm just stressed because of this whole mutant trying to attack our dreams thing. It's like, straining everybody's nerves."
"Yeah," Lance agreed, "I really guess it is. People are afraid to fall asleep. Pietro hardly sleeps at all. I mean, what the fuck- sorry, what the hell is wrong with this guy? Why does he want to bother us?"
"Why would he want to bother anybody," Kitty said darkly.
"People all have a sadistic side," Rogue said, joining into their conversation.
Kitty shook her head. "Not like this."
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Yes, short chapter, I know. But it's over a thousand words, and I always make them that way. Plus I just needed to get a chapter out of the way so I could get the story moving along. I wrote down what's going to happen in the later chapters while I was on vacation, so writing might be easier. No shout-outs today.
Like it? Hate it? Either way, review!
Chapter Fifteen
Two weeks passed since the last suspicious dream. Nobody knew what was going to happen, and nobody wanted to know. Everybody in the institute was frightened. Although none more so than the Professor.
"It seems that telepaths cannot go into the dreamer's mind to stop the dream," he told the adults present: Logan, Ororo, Beast, and Magneto. "It seems that he...or she has put a mental block on the dreamer so we can't enter the mind to stop it, but we could sense, and even see the nightmare they are having."
Hank rubbed his chin. "Intriguing. Magneto, you said Mastermind woke you up in the middle of the nightmare you had?"
Magneto nodded, his helmet ever present on his head. He had refused to take it off since he had the horrible nightmare that still sent shivers down his spine.
"Magnus, did he use your fears on you?" Charles asked. Magneto glared at him for a minute then sighed, nodding his head.
"Not so much as my fears, but my...weaknesses." He muttered.
Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, a toothpick dangling from his mouth. "So, the buckethead has a weakness now, does he?" he growled almost triumphantly.
Magneto's glowing eyes narrowed from the darkness of his helmet. "Everybody has a weakness, Wolverine. Some people just choose not to show it." He turned back to Charles. "Alas, the weaknesses he used for me were from my past. My daughter..." he swallowed. "And concentration camps. My guide in my dream was a concentration camp inmate. An eleven-year old version of myself."
Charles's eyes widened slightly before they returned to their normal shape. He cleared his throat and leaned back in his wheelchair. "Now we know some bits about our, well, let's say predator for now."
(Scene Change)
Lance sat in the grass next to his most favorite person in the world: Kitty. They were sitting in a comfortable silence. She was staring at the sky; he was ripping off the yellow part of the dandelions that grew on their lawn. Nothing could ruin the perfect moment.
Except for a certain speed demon that he sometimes would love to wring his hands around his neck.
"Hello lovers," he winked, striding up to them. Without invitation, he sat down right in front of them. Lance gave him his best threatening glare, which of course Pietro ignored. He looked rather tired, but you wouldn't think he was with all the energy he was displaying.
"What are the two lovebirds doing?" he asked in a falsely and very annoyingly cheerful voice.
"None of your damn business, now go bother somebody else," Lance growled.
"Oh, but I don't want to," Pietro said, tugging at the grass beneath his fingers. "I just want to sit here and relax."
"Can't you go sit and relax somewhere else?" Lance said tensely.
"Nope, nope, nope, nope," the speedster grinned. "I want to see what you two are doing."
"We're not doing anything, Pietro," Kitty said, glaring at the white-haired teenager in front of her.
"Would've fooled me," Pietro retorted. Then, his face split into an evil (at least it looked evil to Lance) grin and he started singing:
"Kitty and Lance, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-" Lance quickly jumped forward and clamped a hand over Pietro's mouth, who still was singing, although it was muffled. "Hm-hm-hm-hm."
Then he sped away.
Lance sighed in relief. He turned to Kitty to apologize. "Sorry, Kitty, Pietro could be a real jerk sometimes."
"Really, I haven't noticed," she said dryly.
"FIRST COMES LOVE! THEN COMES MARRIAGE! THEN COMES A BABY IN A BABY CARRIAGE!" They heard him shouting across the yard.
Lance was seriously contemplating smothering the annoying prick with a pillow in his sleep. Kitty huffed and stood up, walking angrily towards the mansion.
"Kitty wait!" Lance begged, going after her. Distantly, he heard Pietro's laughter. He decided he was going to throttle Pietro instead of smothering him with a pillow.
"Hey, Lance!" Pietro yelled, his hands cupping around his mouth so the sound carried. "What's been crawling up your girlfriend's ass lately?"
Lance gave him a very rude hand gesture and went after Kitty to apologize for Pietro, yet again.
'Kitty must be avoiding me,' Lance thought after searching for her for twenty minutes without a single sign or clue to where she might be. Pietro had utterly ruined his day and nothing could make it any worse.
Not watching where he was going, he bumped into someone. And that someone was a person he wanted to see less than Pietro.
He was wrong, the day could get worse.
"Summers." He greeted coldly.
"Alvers." Scott nodded back. Behind his sunglasses, Scott's eyes narrowed. "Listen, Alvers," he said, "you stay away from Kitty. You don't deserve her. I've been telling her that she needs to stay away from you and that you've been trouble ever since you came to Bayville. Keep away from Kitty."
Lance rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "No, you listen, Summers. I haven't done anything to harm Kitty, and I never will. You need to mind your own fricken business, because the relationship between Kitty and me has nothing to do with you. Now leave me alone, Summers, you just made my day worse."
Angrily, Lance brushed past Scott, still in search for Kitty.
He found her in the rec room. He had checked there before, but she hadn't been in there when he looked. He walked up to her and sat across from her. Rogue sat next to her flicking through the channels on the big-screen TV.
"Kitty, look, I'm sorry about Pietro," he said, "again. He's a jerk and likes to do stuff like that; I don't even know why I'm friends with him. Actually, I don't know why he's even my best friend. We just are. But I'll tell him to stop harassing you, and he'll move on to somebody else...Okay?"
Kitty turned her gaze from the television and to him. His brown eyes looked sincere, and she nodded solemnly, still not happy about Pietro. Then she sighed.
"I actually shouldn't even be this mad," Kitty confessed, "It wasn't even that big of a deal. I guess I'm just stressed because of this whole mutant trying to attack our dreams thing. It's like, straining everybody's nerves."
"Yeah," Lance agreed, "I really guess it is. People are afraid to fall asleep. Pietro hardly sleeps at all. I mean, what the fuck- sorry, what the hell is wrong with this guy? Why does he want to bother us?"
"Why would he want to bother anybody," Kitty said darkly.
"People all have a sadistic side," Rogue said, joining into their conversation.
Kitty shook her head. "Not like this."
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Yes, short chapter, I know. But it's over a thousand words, and I always make them that way. Plus I just needed to get a chapter out of the way so I could get the story moving along. I wrote down what's going to happen in the later chapters while I was on vacation, so writing might be easier. No shout-outs today.
Like it? Hate it? Either way, review!
