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Chapter Two- Join the Hairy Club
Slowly he became aware of the rhythmic motion around him. His limbs felt strangely heavy, and his eyelids would not open, no matter how hard he tried. The blood flowing through his veins felt like acid was flowing in them instead. His whole body burned. The back of his throat was scratchy and dry, and he was aware of something crusty from his nose to his chest. He licked around his lips and tasted blood. He must have had a nosebleed.
He tried to scoot up into a sitting position, using the aide of the wall behind him. He paused when his back rested against it. He tried to open his eyes again, but they just seemed to be sewed shut. Turning his body to his right, so he leaned against the thing that was supporting him. He paused, suddenly feeling the pounding in his head, as though a little man was inside it, using a jackhammer to drill a pounding headache into his head. He shifted slightly again, grimacing as he felt nauseous from the migraine. He took a deep breath and rested his smooth cheek against the cool metal.
He tried to open his eyes again. This time he was successful. The space surrounding him was dark, but a single beam of light shone through a crack in the wall behind him. Squinting around, he realized they were in a vehicle. By the steady breathing that surrounded him, he knew there were other occupants with him.
Turning his torso to the little white beam of light he stared at it for a while. He was still a little groggy from the tranquilizers, but he wasn't too out of it not to realize what it was. It was a slot, and all he had to do was call out, and they would slide it, letting in more light. Somehow, though, Pietro didn't think he wouldn't be that lucky.
The motion of the large van he was in stopped suddenly, and he heard a door click open and then slam shut in front. Struggling to his knees, he tried to peer through the crack of the slide. He couldn't see anything.
"Hey," his voice was very hoarse.
He gave a small yelp as the sudden bright light made his throbbing head worse and he screwed his eyes shut.
"What?" the voice belonged to a young man, and he seemed a little afraid.
"Where am I?" was all Pietro could ask without causing too much pain in his throat.
"Y-you h-have no a-authority," the man's voice trembled. He sounded barely older than what Pietro was. Pietro snorted.
"I frankly don't give a horse's ass," he sneered, his voice a little less raspy.
"Don't speak unless s-spoken to, m-monster," the man demanded. He did not sound intimidating in the least.
Pietro raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a monster, I'm a mutant."
"Exactly," the young man seemed to gain a little composure.
"How old are you?" Pietro asked suddenly, feeling curious about this young man's age.
"Ei-eighteen," he answered quickly, then abruptly added, "Shut-up monster, it's none of your business."
"Really? Should of said that before you told me your age. I'm nineteen," Pietro smiled a little. 'Kid was probably forced to join. Doesn't seem to really believe what he's saying.' He thought.
"Just nineteen?" the man, or rather teenager, seemed a little surprised.
"Yep. What's your name?"
"D-Dan."
"Hmm." Pietro mused, his eyes suddenly holding a mischievous glint. "So what should I call you? Dan? Danny? Dan the Man? Daniel Emanuel?"
"Sh-shut up," Dan snapped. Pietro just chuckled.
"OR I could call you Danny Franny, Fanny, Manny. Dan. Dan the Man." Another part of Pietro was kicking in. There were many parts of Pietro- personalities. There was 'Childhood' Pietro, who was nice and a little more generous than he was now. The one Wanda knew, the old Wanda. He hadn't been 'Childhood' Pietro since Wanda was locked away in the asylum. There was also 'Annoy the Shit out of You' Pietro, the one who was currently kicking in. There was 'I'm Acting Like I'm a Little Kid on Sugar High' Pietro. There was Quicksilver, the traitor, and the arrogant bully. Pietro was many things: brave, arrogant, mean, nice, goofy, hyper, and a coward. He was brave, but he is and always will be a coward. Something that Pietro was ashamed of himself of. He was a coward and he knew it, but he would never admit it.
"Shut-up!" Dan the Man snarled vehemently. It surprised Pietro slightly, but he started laughing a split second later.
"Dan. Dan. Dan the Man. Danny. Dan. Dan the Man. Daniel Emanuel. Hehe." he was starting to loose it.
"I said-"
"Problem, Hooper?" a gruff voice asked as they heard the door click open again.
"The mutant sir," Dan stated, "he won't shut-up."
"Dan. Dan. Dandandandandanantheman." his mind started to speed up, and his mouth was speeding up with it.
"What did we tell you, Hooper? Ignore them! They're going to annoy us for fun!"
"Sorry, Mr. Harris, sir," Hooper sputtered out, "I-I'll do that next time."
"Yeah, you bette-"
"What's your name?" the nineteen year old suddenly asked out of the blue, interrupting the senior 'Friends of Humanity' member.
He ignored him.
Pietro Maximoff a.k.a Quicksilver, was NOT to be ignored. He was after all, a very social person.
"Harris, did I hear? HAIRY Harris? No? Well, it should be, your arms are pretty hairy. Reminds me of a guy I knew."
The senior slammed the driver's side door shut. "Trask and Gyrich ought to be back by now in the limousine."
He stepped on the gas pedal and they sped off toward their destiny.
Meanwhile Pietro was still talking.
"Hairy. Hairy. You're awfully hairy, Harry. Hee. What if your name WAS Harry, as in H-A-R-R-Y but not the hairy like when you're REALLY hairy like the guy I knew, and you're name actually IS Harry, but not hairy." He rambled on, confusing both the FoH members even as they tried to ignore him.
"Do you know the hairy guy I knew? Have you seen him? He's vicious. Kinda like a dog. Don't mess with him if you ever cross him, or he'll tear you to shreds. Literally. Almost tore my intestines out one time when I hit him in the face with an egg when we were T-Ping his house for Halloween. Actually he lives in a mansion, or lived, I dunno. But anyways, this one lady that lived there stopped him. She wasn't hairy. Now HE was pretty hairy. Have you met him? He was hairy so would you know?"
"Is there some sort of Hairy-Club or something? Cause I know another guy who was also really hairy. Boy, did he have a temper too. Reminded me of a lion though, or an over-grown cat. Now HE was hairy. Boy, never met anybody more hairy that him. 'Cept for this one guy, he was even HAIRIER but he wasn't all snappy at us like those two hairy fellas were. He was BLUE and he was a science dork. Kinda nice though. Had really corny jokes. But he was hairy and that's all that matters."
"Mutie, I'm only going to tell you once," warned Harris, whose name was NOT Harry, "Shut-up."
There were a few moments of silence.
"So IS there a hairy club?"
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A/N- Chapter's a little shorter than the last one, I know. I really hope I get a positive feedback on this story, since I actually have a plot already. I think. Pietro isn't the only character in this story so don't worry. I don't know WHY you would worry, but just don't.
Anonymous- Actually, you pretty much have to have red eyes. When you're albino you have no coloration, so that counts the eye pigment. Even humans. Thanks for reviewing though, I appreciate it.
Don't forget to review! Constructive criticism appreciated!
R&R!
Chapter Two- Join the Hairy Club
Slowly he became aware of the rhythmic motion around him. His limbs felt strangely heavy, and his eyelids would not open, no matter how hard he tried. The blood flowing through his veins felt like acid was flowing in them instead. His whole body burned. The back of his throat was scratchy and dry, and he was aware of something crusty from his nose to his chest. He licked around his lips and tasted blood. He must have had a nosebleed.
He tried to scoot up into a sitting position, using the aide of the wall behind him. He paused when his back rested against it. He tried to open his eyes again, but they just seemed to be sewed shut. Turning his body to his right, so he leaned against the thing that was supporting him. He paused, suddenly feeling the pounding in his head, as though a little man was inside it, using a jackhammer to drill a pounding headache into his head. He shifted slightly again, grimacing as he felt nauseous from the migraine. He took a deep breath and rested his smooth cheek against the cool metal.
He tried to open his eyes again. This time he was successful. The space surrounding him was dark, but a single beam of light shone through a crack in the wall behind him. Squinting around, he realized they were in a vehicle. By the steady breathing that surrounded him, he knew there were other occupants with him.
Turning his torso to the little white beam of light he stared at it for a while. He was still a little groggy from the tranquilizers, but he wasn't too out of it not to realize what it was. It was a slot, and all he had to do was call out, and they would slide it, letting in more light. Somehow, though, Pietro didn't think he wouldn't be that lucky.
The motion of the large van he was in stopped suddenly, and he heard a door click open and then slam shut in front. Struggling to his knees, he tried to peer through the crack of the slide. He couldn't see anything.
"Hey," his voice was very hoarse.
He gave a small yelp as the sudden bright light made his throbbing head worse and he screwed his eyes shut.
"What?" the voice belonged to a young man, and he seemed a little afraid.
"Where am I?" was all Pietro could ask without causing too much pain in his throat.
"Y-you h-have no a-authority," the man's voice trembled. He sounded barely older than what Pietro was. Pietro snorted.
"I frankly don't give a horse's ass," he sneered, his voice a little less raspy.
"Don't speak unless s-spoken to, m-monster," the man demanded. He did not sound intimidating in the least.
Pietro raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a monster, I'm a mutant."
"Exactly," the young man seemed to gain a little composure.
"How old are you?" Pietro asked suddenly, feeling curious about this young man's age.
"Ei-eighteen," he answered quickly, then abruptly added, "Shut-up monster, it's none of your business."
"Really? Should of said that before you told me your age. I'm nineteen," Pietro smiled a little. 'Kid was probably forced to join. Doesn't seem to really believe what he's saying.' He thought.
"Just nineteen?" the man, or rather teenager, seemed a little surprised.
"Yep. What's your name?"
"D-Dan."
"Hmm." Pietro mused, his eyes suddenly holding a mischievous glint. "So what should I call you? Dan? Danny? Dan the Man? Daniel Emanuel?"
"Sh-shut up," Dan snapped. Pietro just chuckled.
"OR I could call you Danny Franny, Fanny, Manny. Dan. Dan the Man." Another part of Pietro was kicking in. There were many parts of Pietro- personalities. There was 'Childhood' Pietro, who was nice and a little more generous than he was now. The one Wanda knew, the old Wanda. He hadn't been 'Childhood' Pietro since Wanda was locked away in the asylum. There was also 'Annoy the Shit out of You' Pietro, the one who was currently kicking in. There was 'I'm Acting Like I'm a Little Kid on Sugar High' Pietro. There was Quicksilver, the traitor, and the arrogant bully. Pietro was many things: brave, arrogant, mean, nice, goofy, hyper, and a coward. He was brave, but he is and always will be a coward. Something that Pietro was ashamed of himself of. He was a coward and he knew it, but he would never admit it.
"Shut-up!" Dan the Man snarled vehemently. It surprised Pietro slightly, but he started laughing a split second later.
"Dan. Dan. Dan the Man. Danny. Dan. Dan the Man. Daniel Emanuel. Hehe." he was starting to loose it.
"I said-"
"Problem, Hooper?" a gruff voice asked as they heard the door click open again.
"The mutant sir," Dan stated, "he won't shut-up."
"Dan. Dan. Dandandandandanantheman." his mind started to speed up, and his mouth was speeding up with it.
"What did we tell you, Hooper? Ignore them! They're going to annoy us for fun!"
"Sorry, Mr. Harris, sir," Hooper sputtered out, "I-I'll do that next time."
"Yeah, you bette-"
"What's your name?" the nineteen year old suddenly asked out of the blue, interrupting the senior 'Friends of Humanity' member.
He ignored him.
Pietro Maximoff a.k.a Quicksilver, was NOT to be ignored. He was after all, a very social person.
"Harris, did I hear? HAIRY Harris? No? Well, it should be, your arms are pretty hairy. Reminds me of a guy I knew."
The senior slammed the driver's side door shut. "Trask and Gyrich ought to be back by now in the limousine."
He stepped on the gas pedal and they sped off toward their destiny.
Meanwhile Pietro was still talking.
"Hairy. Hairy. You're awfully hairy, Harry. Hee. What if your name WAS Harry, as in H-A-R-R-Y but not the hairy like when you're REALLY hairy like the guy I knew, and you're name actually IS Harry, but not hairy." He rambled on, confusing both the FoH members even as they tried to ignore him.
"Do you know the hairy guy I knew? Have you seen him? He's vicious. Kinda like a dog. Don't mess with him if you ever cross him, or he'll tear you to shreds. Literally. Almost tore my intestines out one time when I hit him in the face with an egg when we were T-Ping his house for Halloween. Actually he lives in a mansion, or lived, I dunno. But anyways, this one lady that lived there stopped him. She wasn't hairy. Now HE was pretty hairy. Have you met him? He was hairy so would you know?"
"Is there some sort of Hairy-Club or something? Cause I know another guy who was also really hairy. Boy, did he have a temper too. Reminded me of a lion though, or an over-grown cat. Now HE was hairy. Boy, never met anybody more hairy that him. 'Cept for this one guy, he was even HAIRIER but he wasn't all snappy at us like those two hairy fellas were. He was BLUE and he was a science dork. Kinda nice though. Had really corny jokes. But he was hairy and that's all that matters."
"Mutie, I'm only going to tell you once," warned Harris, whose name was NOT Harry, "Shut-up."
There were a few moments of silence.
"So IS there a hairy club?"
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A/N- Chapter's a little shorter than the last one, I know. I really hope I get a positive feedback on this story, since I actually have a plot already. I think. Pietro isn't the only character in this story so don't worry. I don't know WHY you would worry, but just don't.
Anonymous- Actually, you pretty much have to have red eyes. When you're albino you have no coloration, so that counts the eye pigment. Even humans. Thanks for reviewing though, I appreciate it.
Don't forget to review! Constructive criticism appreciated!