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Author's Note- We get Roberto! Yay!
Chapter Eight- A Scuffle and Some Headaches
Roberto woke up to an immense throbbing in his head. He groaned in pain, and placed the heel of hands onto his eyes. The throbbing was coming mostly from the area by his right temple. Prodding it gently with his fingers, the Brazilian felt stickiness and the pricking of stitches.
He sighed and tilted his head back, resting it against the stonewall to look at the ceiling. Wincing, he realized that did not help his headache at all. He rolled each of his shoulders at a time, feeling each one elicit a pop. It felt good.
Roberto idly wondered where his friends were and if they were still alive. He wondered if the Professor was looking for them, and he knew that all of them were. How many mutants had been captured after he? Were any of the Brotherhood or Acolytes trapped in this God forsaken hellhole?
He was alone in his cell; the other member had committed suicide a few weeks ago. How long has he been here? He knew it had been well over a year. He ached for his warm, full-size bed and warm and fluffy comforter and the firm pillows. He missed the sun, his body aching from the lack of solar energy. It would feel so good to be strong again! If only he had his powers, he would have busted out of this joint a long time ago.
He hated this place. Who wouldn't? He hated Trask and the FoH for bringing him here, away from his home. He'd be damned to Hell if he died here.
The mutant known as Sunspot tilted his head sharply to the side, a loud crack was heard, and he did the same again, this time tilting it to the opposite side, eliciting another loud crack. He was getting restless. Roberto Da Costa was not someone who liked to be cooped up for a long time. He needed room to run, he needed the sun.
He cracked his knuckles, and then his back. It felt so good. He concentrated on that to take his mind away from the ache from his skull.
The door opened and a short figure stepped in. He knew that it was Allison Crawp, a pretty and young Asian woman who worked for the FoH. He knew that she didn't believe in Trask's ways, she had told him so, and that she was only working here for something to do and because she would be a damnation to her father if she did not. There were only a small handful of others that worked here that didn't believe in all the things either. Roberto knew one to be the Irishman that he had seen around, two other females, one just barely out of her teens and the other in her late thirties, and three other males, one in his early twenties, another in his early thirties and the other in early forties. Sunspot just wondered why they were here. Agent Crawp was here to smuggle him some actual food and to talk with him. She was a very understanding person.
But then there were hundreds of others scattered all over the country, hunting for mutants.
Why did life have to be so unfair?
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In another cell, a few weeks later...
Pietro groaned. His headaches were not as bad as they used to be, but they still hurt a lot. It was only a small, dull, throbbing, as if it was a constant reminder to Pietro of the hell he had been going to. They had taken the stitches out, and now Pietro could feel underneath his fingers the slightly raised tissue and where the skin was smoother. He had a feeling he knew of what they had put inside of him, but that didn't make him feel better about it at all.
"Are you feeling okay?" He heard Jean ask from across the cell. He squinted his eyes open and saw her blue-green eyes look at him with worry. Her red hair was dirty and tangled, and she still looked as horrible as ever. Pietro did not want to know what he looked like.
"I'm fine," he lied. She had no use of her powers right now so she could not tell if he was lying or not, something that made Pietro extremely grateful.
Jean looked doubtful for a moment but she did not comment further. She looked down at her pale hands, twisting them and picking at the hangnails. She looked rather bored, and she should be. Being stuck in a cell for almost two years was not Pietro's idea of having a fun time.
"They'll find us," Jean told him. She must have thought that he had been thinking about the others, since she said that bit. The truth was, he was thinking about pixie sticks, and how much he missed them. When he got out of there, he was going to go on a sugar-high for a very, very long time.
"Yeah, yeah," he said absently, his mind still set on his candy.
Then his thoughts wondered. He worried about his sister. Was she all right? Wanda could take care of herself, right?
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Wanda strolled out of the store. Damn the mall! It was a jinx. How the hell did they know she was a mutant? Okay, so whenever she was there and happened to get angry, things started to float around and break and the aura that usually surrounded her fingertips didn't help at all. Big deal. What mattered was that she needed clothes, and she needed them now. And if another rich prissy blonde woman tells her that she would look good in pink lingerie again, she was seriously going to kill someone. That wouldn't be easy, since her first choice would have been Todd, but the Toad was missing. She'd settle for the rich prissy blonde woman.
Wanda ran her hands through her hair. It was surprisingly soft; most people thought it would be coarse like horsehair. Nope, soft hair must be a gene. Pietro had soft hair, her father had soft hair, hell, her mother's hair was probably soft! Or maybe not. Maybe it was just soft on her father's side.
'Why the hell am I thinking about the softness of my family's hair?' she thought to herself.
She continued to stroll, heading towards the exit of the mall as some random people pointed and screamed at her. Why the hell were they so afraid? At least she wasn't going to kill them yet they're running around like lunatics.
"There she is! That's the mutant!" a woman screeched from somewhere in the crowd. Wanda sighed in exasperation and rolled her eyes.
She started feeling a prickling sensation on the nape of her neck. Wanda was someone to trust her instincts, and she did just that. Jumping to her right, she just managed to escape a dart. Her eyes widened slightly at the objects, then narrowed in anger. She spun around and faced six Friends of Humanity members. Two of them looked like they were women, since they had the curves in all the right places, and the other four were obviously men, since they were tall and brawny. They had on masks.
The Scarlet Witch bared her teeth at the group, careful to keep the corner of her eye on a mirror in a nearby store. It wouldn't do her any good to be attacked from behind. Spreading her fingers slightly, she created her notorious blue aura that she used for her hex bolts.
"What the hell do you want with us!" she growled at them in fury.
"Just take her down!" shouted the shortest male. He must have been shorter than the Scarlet Witch. She smiled grimly at them, and raised her hands above her head, forming a powerful orb of blue energy.
"It's not going to be so easy," she hissed at them. Then bringing her hands forward with lighting speed, she hexed the biggest one into oblivion. He hit the tree in the middle of the store, creating a huge crack in the trunk. They heard a snap, and he fell to the floor, unconscious.
The agents took action. One of the women aimed her tranquilizer gun at her and shot. The dart came straight towards the Scarlet Witch, but she waved her hand as if to shoo a fly, and the dart halted, turned around, and reared right towards the woman. Before she could dodge it, it lodged itself into her chest.
The Scarlet Witch let out a feral growl, and she hexed the two more of the men. Three down, three to go.
The other woman proved to be more experienced and more agile than the others. She easily sidestepped Wanda's hex bolts and aimed her weapons and the mutant.
Wanda raised her right hand and sent a devastating power to the shortest man, and she hit him square in the chest with her hex, efficiently killing him. At the same time, her other arm was raised in front of her, and a powerful hex was aimed towards the other man, also hitting him square in the chest, sending him into a wall. A crack spread throughout the wall behind him.
The woman was all that was left. She loaded bullets into a gun and aimed for Wanda in a place that would not kill her, mainly her legs. A loud explosion was heard, almost like a firework, and the bullet soared in the air towards the Scarlet Witch.
Wanda had already thrust her right hand forward, however, and the bullet came to a dead halt, and suspended in midair. Wanda twitched her fingers slightly, and the bullet melted in its place. With a vicious snarl, Wanda raised her eyes to the woman, who froze for a moment, but promptly aimed to shoot again. The agent pulled the trigger six times, and Wanda stopped them all at once. With a sweep of her hand, they flew to the right.
Taking a step towards the woman, Wanda gave her a nasty smile. She raised both of her hands slightly, and bending her fingers as if she was squeezing something, the pistil glowed a bright orange and started to melt, burning the woman's fingers as she screamed in pain. Wanda then hit her with one of her notorious hex bolts. The woman flew into the tree behind her, and then toppled onto the man that she had sent there earlier.
Wanda turned around and ran as fast as she could towards the exit. She was by no means as fast as her brother, but she thought she was pretty fast when she ran on out of that mall.
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Wanda stormed into the run down house of the Brotherhood, the door banging off the wall and then she promptly banged it shut again. She was breathing heavily, mostly from running and partially because of using her powers like that.
Lance looked up from his magazine on the couch and gave her a questioning glance. "What's wrong?"
"Looks like the 'Friends' are still hunting after mutants," she breathed heavily, leaning against the doorframe to catch her breath.
Lance closed the magazine and shot up out of his seat. "What happened?"
"I kicked six agents' asses," she scowled, and then muttered, "Not as powerful as I used to be my ass."
Lance's Adam's apple bobbed up and down out of nervousness and because he just swallowed four times in a row. She must have heard him tell someone that she wasn't as powerful as she used to be before her memory was fixed. She probably didn't hear anything about the memory part, since she didn't kill anyone and seemed to still like her brother.
"We'll warn the institute," Lance said, rushing over to the phone. He would do anything to protect Kitty, even if she can't be his anymore.
Wanda nodded, "I'm going to take a shower."
Lance ignored her as he listened to the telephone ring. Fred got up from his armchair and looked in the kitchen. Smoke started coming out of it.
Pyro rushed out of it, wearing a pink flowery apron and oven mitts.
"Do not go in theah!" he warned them, and then waved his hand Ace Ventura style, "Whoo!"
He promptly ran for the front door, banging his shoulder into the doorframe on the way out. Something that sounded like, "Cawl the fire department!" came from the outside.
Lance hung up the phone, after warning Nightcrawler. Immediately he dialed 911.
"Yeah, um, our kitchen's on fire or something," he said to them. "Yeah. Yeah. NO! Yeah. Yeah it was him again. Yeah. Just hurry up!"
He hung up the phone and sighed, turning around to look at Freddy. Freddy just shrugged and shook his head, sitting back down on his chair and continued watching the television.
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Author's Note- We get Roberto! Yay!
Chapter Eight- A Scuffle and Some Headaches
Roberto woke up to an immense throbbing in his head. He groaned in pain, and placed the heel of hands onto his eyes. The throbbing was coming mostly from the area by his right temple. Prodding it gently with his fingers, the Brazilian felt stickiness and the pricking of stitches.
He sighed and tilted his head back, resting it against the stonewall to look at the ceiling. Wincing, he realized that did not help his headache at all. He rolled each of his shoulders at a time, feeling each one elicit a pop. It felt good.
Roberto idly wondered where his friends were and if they were still alive. He wondered if the Professor was looking for them, and he knew that all of them were. How many mutants had been captured after he? Were any of the Brotherhood or Acolytes trapped in this God forsaken hellhole?
He was alone in his cell; the other member had committed suicide a few weeks ago. How long has he been here? He knew it had been well over a year. He ached for his warm, full-size bed and warm and fluffy comforter and the firm pillows. He missed the sun, his body aching from the lack of solar energy. It would feel so good to be strong again! If only he had his powers, he would have busted out of this joint a long time ago.
He hated this place. Who wouldn't? He hated Trask and the FoH for bringing him here, away from his home. He'd be damned to Hell if he died here.
The mutant known as Sunspot tilted his head sharply to the side, a loud crack was heard, and he did the same again, this time tilting it to the opposite side, eliciting another loud crack. He was getting restless. Roberto Da Costa was not someone who liked to be cooped up for a long time. He needed room to run, he needed the sun.
He cracked his knuckles, and then his back. It felt so good. He concentrated on that to take his mind away from the ache from his skull.
The door opened and a short figure stepped in. He knew that it was Allison Crawp, a pretty and young Asian woman who worked for the FoH. He knew that she didn't believe in Trask's ways, she had told him so, and that she was only working here for something to do and because she would be a damnation to her father if she did not. There were only a small handful of others that worked here that didn't believe in all the things either. Roberto knew one to be the Irishman that he had seen around, two other females, one just barely out of her teens and the other in her late thirties, and three other males, one in his early twenties, another in his early thirties and the other in early forties. Sunspot just wondered why they were here. Agent Crawp was here to smuggle him some actual food and to talk with him. She was a very understanding person.
But then there were hundreds of others scattered all over the country, hunting for mutants.
Why did life have to be so unfair?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In another cell, a few weeks later...
Pietro groaned. His headaches were not as bad as they used to be, but they still hurt a lot. It was only a small, dull, throbbing, as if it was a constant reminder to Pietro of the hell he had been going to. They had taken the stitches out, and now Pietro could feel underneath his fingers the slightly raised tissue and where the skin was smoother. He had a feeling he knew of what they had put inside of him, but that didn't make him feel better about it at all.
"Are you feeling okay?" He heard Jean ask from across the cell. He squinted his eyes open and saw her blue-green eyes look at him with worry. Her red hair was dirty and tangled, and she still looked as horrible as ever. Pietro did not want to know what he looked like.
"I'm fine," he lied. She had no use of her powers right now so she could not tell if he was lying or not, something that made Pietro extremely grateful.
Jean looked doubtful for a moment but she did not comment further. She looked down at her pale hands, twisting them and picking at the hangnails. She looked rather bored, and she should be. Being stuck in a cell for almost two years was not Pietro's idea of having a fun time.
"They'll find us," Jean told him. She must have thought that he had been thinking about the others, since she said that bit. The truth was, he was thinking about pixie sticks, and how much he missed them. When he got out of there, he was going to go on a sugar-high for a very, very long time.
"Yeah, yeah," he said absently, his mind still set on his candy.
Then his thoughts wondered. He worried about his sister. Was she all right? Wanda could take care of herself, right?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wanda strolled out of the store. Damn the mall! It was a jinx. How the hell did they know she was a mutant? Okay, so whenever she was there and happened to get angry, things started to float around and break and the aura that usually surrounded her fingertips didn't help at all. Big deal. What mattered was that she needed clothes, and she needed them now. And if another rich prissy blonde woman tells her that she would look good in pink lingerie again, she was seriously going to kill someone. That wouldn't be easy, since her first choice would have been Todd, but the Toad was missing. She'd settle for the rich prissy blonde woman.
Wanda ran her hands through her hair. It was surprisingly soft; most people thought it would be coarse like horsehair. Nope, soft hair must be a gene. Pietro had soft hair, her father had soft hair, hell, her mother's hair was probably soft! Or maybe not. Maybe it was just soft on her father's side.
'Why the hell am I thinking about the softness of my family's hair?' she thought to herself.
She continued to stroll, heading towards the exit of the mall as some random people pointed and screamed at her. Why the hell were they so afraid? At least she wasn't going to kill them yet they're running around like lunatics.
"There she is! That's the mutant!" a woman screeched from somewhere in the crowd. Wanda sighed in exasperation and rolled her eyes.
She started feeling a prickling sensation on the nape of her neck. Wanda was someone to trust her instincts, and she did just that. Jumping to her right, she just managed to escape a dart. Her eyes widened slightly at the objects, then narrowed in anger. She spun around and faced six Friends of Humanity members. Two of them looked like they were women, since they had the curves in all the right places, and the other four were obviously men, since they were tall and brawny. They had on masks.
The Scarlet Witch bared her teeth at the group, careful to keep the corner of her eye on a mirror in a nearby store. It wouldn't do her any good to be attacked from behind. Spreading her fingers slightly, she created her notorious blue aura that she used for her hex bolts.
"What the hell do you want with us!" she growled at them in fury.
"Just take her down!" shouted the shortest male. He must have been shorter than the Scarlet Witch. She smiled grimly at them, and raised her hands above her head, forming a powerful orb of blue energy.
"It's not going to be so easy," she hissed at them. Then bringing her hands forward with lighting speed, she hexed the biggest one into oblivion. He hit the tree in the middle of the store, creating a huge crack in the trunk. They heard a snap, and he fell to the floor, unconscious.
The agents took action. One of the women aimed her tranquilizer gun at her and shot. The dart came straight towards the Scarlet Witch, but she waved her hand as if to shoo a fly, and the dart halted, turned around, and reared right towards the woman. Before she could dodge it, it lodged itself into her chest.
The Scarlet Witch let out a feral growl, and she hexed the two more of the men. Three down, three to go.
The other woman proved to be more experienced and more agile than the others. She easily sidestepped Wanda's hex bolts and aimed her weapons and the mutant.
Wanda raised her right hand and sent a devastating power to the shortest man, and she hit him square in the chest with her hex, efficiently killing him. At the same time, her other arm was raised in front of her, and a powerful hex was aimed towards the other man, also hitting him square in the chest, sending him into a wall. A crack spread throughout the wall behind him.
The woman was all that was left. She loaded bullets into a gun and aimed for Wanda in a place that would not kill her, mainly her legs. A loud explosion was heard, almost like a firework, and the bullet soared in the air towards the Scarlet Witch.
Wanda had already thrust her right hand forward, however, and the bullet came to a dead halt, and suspended in midair. Wanda twitched her fingers slightly, and the bullet melted in its place. With a vicious snarl, Wanda raised her eyes to the woman, who froze for a moment, but promptly aimed to shoot again. The agent pulled the trigger six times, and Wanda stopped them all at once. With a sweep of her hand, they flew to the right.
Taking a step towards the woman, Wanda gave her a nasty smile. She raised both of her hands slightly, and bending her fingers as if she was squeezing something, the pistil glowed a bright orange and started to melt, burning the woman's fingers as she screamed in pain. Wanda then hit her with one of her notorious hex bolts. The woman flew into the tree behind her, and then toppled onto the man that she had sent there earlier.
Wanda turned around and ran as fast as she could towards the exit. She was by no means as fast as her brother, but she thought she was pretty fast when she ran on out of that mall.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Wanda stormed into the run down house of the Brotherhood, the door banging off the wall and then she promptly banged it shut again. She was breathing heavily, mostly from running and partially because of using her powers like that.
Lance looked up from his magazine on the couch and gave her a questioning glance. "What's wrong?"
"Looks like the 'Friends' are still hunting after mutants," she breathed heavily, leaning against the doorframe to catch her breath.
Lance closed the magazine and shot up out of his seat. "What happened?"
"I kicked six agents' asses," she scowled, and then muttered, "Not as powerful as I used to be my ass."
Lance's Adam's apple bobbed up and down out of nervousness and because he just swallowed four times in a row. She must have heard him tell someone that she wasn't as powerful as she used to be before her memory was fixed. She probably didn't hear anything about the memory part, since she didn't kill anyone and seemed to still like her brother.
"We'll warn the institute," Lance said, rushing over to the phone. He would do anything to protect Kitty, even if she can't be his anymore.
Wanda nodded, "I'm going to take a shower."
Lance ignored her as he listened to the telephone ring. Fred got up from his armchair and looked in the kitchen. Smoke started coming out of it.
Pyro rushed out of it, wearing a pink flowery apron and oven mitts.
"Do not go in theah!" he warned them, and then waved his hand Ace Ventura style, "Whoo!"
He promptly ran for the front door, banging his shoulder into the doorframe on the way out. Something that sounded like, "Cawl the fire department!" came from the outside.
Lance hung up the phone, after warning Nightcrawler. Immediately he dialed 911.
"Yeah, um, our kitchen's on fire or something," he said to them. "Yeah. Yeah. NO! Yeah. Yeah it was him again. Yeah. Just hurry up!"
He hung up the phone and sighed, turning around to look at Freddy. Freddy just shrugged and shook his head, sitting back down on his chair and continued watching the television.
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