Hey all! I'm back with chapter 3! Special thanks go out to SSJ-Tokya, whose
awesome website now has a piece of my fan art! YAY! Go there
As soon as I can, I'll send in
more.
Unfortunately, we've discovered a nasty virus on our family computer, and since I'm the one who uses it the most, I'm getting blamed. This means that my writing will be on hiatus for a few weeks. And no, crazyspaceystracy, I'm not ignoring you. I can't log onto the internet at home, AND my parents are taking away MSN when baby comes home from the computer hospital *cries* You can still e-mail me! Please do! I'll miss you!!!
Luckily, I have the first 7 chapters AAAAALLLLLLLLLL finished, and I've got most of chapter 8 done. So, I'll be sneeking chapters up while I'm at school. :D Lets hope that evil Media Arts teacher doesn't catch on to me!
More wonderousness to come. Guess who's here!
DISCLAIMER: She don't own it. She also don't know Disclaimer can talk with good grammer. She evil...
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She didn't notice the hand that brushed her locks of red hair out of her face. She stared down at her hands and let a few tears fall.
"Jean?" he spoke softly. "Jean, has there been any news?"
She shook her head. "No-" she choked. "There's been no sign of her, Scott."
He wrapped his arms around his grieving girlfriend and buried his face in her hair. "It's alright, Jean. They'll find something. She couldn't've gotten too far."
She sniffed. "I'm worried about her Scott! What if she's dead? Madeline and I have never fought this badly before."
"She's your sister, Jean. The two of you are supposed to fight" somehow, he didn't think those words were very comforting, judging by the look Jean was giving him. Scott took in a deep breath. "She'll come back. She's just blowing off steam."
"It's worse than that! Imagine how'd you feel if Alex suddenly disappeared!" she screamed angrily. "Y'know what?! She probably ran off to that - that... CREEP!!!"
Scott smoothed down her hair and 'shush'ed. "What creep?"
She sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "The guy from that modeling agency. Mr. Essex. Remember that audition I went to?"
He nodded.
"Well, I got a really bad feeling about him, so I left. Madeline was really mad at me. She accused me of sabotaging her career." new tears started coming. "Oh God, Scott! I pushed my little sister away!"
"Stop it, Jean." he shook her shoulders, trying to calm her hysterics. "Madeline is 17, she knows how to take care of herself. Hey, this isn't your fault-"
"Yes it is!"
"No, it isn't! Madeline is an angry little girl who's used to getting her own way! You have been more than a saint to her, and she's too spoiled to realize it!"
Jean went from choking back tears to wracking sobs in seconds. "It hurts so much! How - how could sh-she d-do this? Mom and dad are devastated! How can she run off on her f-f-family?!"
Scott held her tighter. "I don't know, honey. I just don't know."
~*~
"Dis will only hurt a li'l bit. Y'don' need to worry none." he brushed her hair away from her neck and lowered his mouth to her soft flesh. He felt her shiver. He smiled. He always liked girls. Especially young ones that didn't know the evils of the world. He expected that this one would be quite sweet to taste.
"Are you sure?" she stammered nervously.
"Of course, p'tite. Y'can trust Remy-"
"Remy!"
He lifted his face from the girl's throat. That damn voice interrupted him, AGAIN! "What do y'want, Nathaniel?! Can' y'see Remy a bit busy at de moment?"
A tall foreboding creature approached the two on the love seat and slapped Remy across the face. "Is that any way to speak to your father?"
Remy bared his fangs at his assailant and growled when his meal screamed and ran away. "Father my ass, Essex! Now look what y'did! Y'made de morsel run! Remy need to feed, boss, so make dis quick!"
"I think you'll be the one running after I give you this next bit of news, LeBeau." Essex smirked.
Remy leaned back, letting his vest fall open to reveal his naked chest. He placed his hands over his face and massaged at the oncoming headache. "Out wit' it! Remy don' have all night."
Essex reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. He tossed it carelessly onto Remy's chest. "It's Blade. He's sent word to your friend, Bishop, on your whereabouts."
Remy jumped up and slammed his fists on the coffee table infront of him. "NON! MERDE! I knew there be somet'in' gonna happen! When that shit for brain Hunter gonna learn?!" he got up and pulled on a shirt. "Y'gotta get me outta here, Nathaniel!"
He just glowered at the Cajun vampire. "Oh no, Remy. I believe this is your mess. I don't have the time to be wasting energy on you. I have more important things to worry about."
Remy turned on him, his red on black eyes flashed dangerously. "What de fuck?! You kiddin', right?!"
Nathaniel just shook his head.
Remy started gathering up random pieces of scattered clothing. "Well, fuck you, boss!" he spat the last word venomously, tossing a pair of underwear at him, which he caught before it hit him in the face. "Remy had enough of your shit, anyway! You one sick bastard, y'know that?!"
Essex gave him a look of mock hurt. "Straight through the heart, Remy."
Remy flipped him off before storming out the door.
"He's got a temper, hasn't he Nathaniel?" a sweet little voice came from the top of the staircase. He winced slightly before putting on a debonaire smile and turning to his new companion.
"Ah, my lovely Madeline. You look simply divine."
She smiled, flipping her long red hair over her shoulder. "Why thank you, darling. Not bad for someone who just died." she glided down the stairs and into his arms. "What was that ruckus about?"
He pulled her away slightly and stared into her big blue eyes. "Nothing you need to worry about, my pet. Just getting rid of an ungrateful swine."
Madeline frowned. "He doesn't appreciate you. I don't see why you let him stay for as long as you did."
"He was graceful once. But living in this luxury has made him spoiled and lazy. It was high time he go out on his own." Nathaniel ran a thumb over the two red-purple bumps on Madeline's neck. She sighed contentedly. "I have given you something wonderful, haven't I, my pet?"
"Oh yes, darling. I am forever in your debt."
~*~
Irene closed her blind eyes as a new vision hit her at full force.
A little girl placed daisies on her brother's grave. She tilted her head back and looked at the clouds pass through the sky. Her mother would be worried about her if she didn't go back soon, but she really didn't care at the moment. "Piotr..." she whispered softly.
It was the first anniversary of her brother's death. They had him buried on the hill near their farm, under the tree that he would sit at on warm sunny days and draw. She visited him often.
She smiled sadly at the stone tablet, marking his place. It didn't seem like an appropriate monument to her. In her eyes, her big brother deserved an entire crypt, decorated with statues and relief carvings of his favourite mythical heroes.
She loved the stories he told her about gods and goddesses, monsters and heroes. He had read a book to her called The Odyssey. It was about a man who had fought in a great war for ten long years, but forgot to thank the Sea God for his aid. This angered the Sea God, and he punished the man by making it so he couldn't return home for almost twenty years. Piotr had even drawn her a picture of a Greek war ship being blown across the sea by a great cloud.
The day he was killed was tragic. Her father was out in the field on one of their tractors. He had told her, "Ilyana, stay away from the barn while Mikeal, Piotr and I are out working. We can't look after you if anything happens."
Ilyana, being a carefree spirit, ignored her father's words and went out to play with her kitten, Natalia. She pulled a string across the ground and giggled at Natalia as she tried to pounce on the moving target. Something had caught the kitten's eye, and she scampered off - toward the barn. Not paying attention, Ilyana chased her cat into the barn, calling after her. Natalia led Ilyana out into the pasture where a herd of cattle and horses were grazing. Piotr and Mikeal were stacking hay not far in the distance and stopped to wave to Ilyana. She jumped and waved back, then resumed to chase her cat.
The kitten ran between the legs of one of the cows, and on her way by, took a swipe at the beast's tail, accidentally catching her claws in the cow's hind leg. The cow roared and kicked its leg back, sending Natalia sailing through the air. Its eyes went wild and it charged forward.
Ilyana stared at the oncoming animal in fear. She was petrified. She couldn't move! She heard two male voices shout her name. The beast continued on its path. A pair of large hands picked her up and tossed her out of harm's way. Ilyana landed with a thud in the grass.
She heard another shout and looked up to see her oldest brother, Mikeal, and her father running toward something laying motionless on the ground. Ilyana scrambled to get up and staggered over to him.
"PIOTR!" she screamed, seeing her big brother covered in dirt and blood. She went to grab him but her father lifted her up and hid her face from the scene. She kicked and screamed at him. She even tried to bite her own father! She had to get loose and go to Piotr! He was hurt! "Let me go! I have to go to him! I have to go to Piotr!"
"Ilyana!" her father spoke harshly, keeping his strong hold on her. "Stop it!"
She kept kicking and crying until she felt her energy drain from her small body. "Papa... I have to... Piotr." she choked.
He stood up, still holding his little girl, and carried her back to the house. Mikeal lifted Piotr's body in his arms and followed closely behind.
The memory still remained fresh. She was almost thirteen years old. Piotr had promised to take her on an adventure when she turned thirteen. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to keep his promise to her.
She stood up, picking a few pieces of grass off her skirt. "I see you again, brother."
They were having a special dinner in honour of him. She needed to get changed.
Irene came to from her vision. She needed to speak with Agatha right away.
~*~
"Wanda, could you pass me that hair brush?" Amanda held her hand out to her housemate.
Wanda came up from tying her shoelaces and did as Amanda asked. "It's just gym class, Mandy. Your hair doesn't need to be perfect." she scoffed.
Amanda grinned, reached her hand over and ruffled Wanda's short black hair. She glared back at her and attempted to smooth it back down. "I'm not going for beauty pageant, Wanda. It'll just drive me crazy if it's in knots when I'm kicking your sorry ass."
Wanda laughed. "Oh you think so huh?" she snatched the brush away from Amanda after she tied her long brown hair up in a pony-tail. "You forget that my dad played soccer for Transia-"
"Where IS Transia, anyway?"
Wanda shrugged. "I dunno, but that's not the point. My dad was a pro and my twin brother is the star of the track team. Being an athlete runs in the family. There's no way you can beat me, Sefton!"
"Big words for someone who sleeps in until noon when she can, and hardly gets off the couch on weekends. How do you manage to stay so thin?!"
Wanda shook her fist at Amanda and held the door of the change-room open for her. "Fast metabolism. And don't you get on my case about my sleeping habits!"
~*~
The whistle blew, and the girls' gym teacher called her class into the middle of the floor. "All right, ladies! I just got called down to the office for a meeting, so I'm leaving you for the rest of the period-"
There was a roaring cheer from all over the class.
"-and putting you with they guy's class."
The next cheer was slightly less enthusiastic.
"Behave yourselves, and do what Prof. McCoy tells ya, ya got that?"
"Yes." they groaned. The teacher left and the girls were unattended. A couple of them just shrugged and went outside for a smoke. The rest just stood around, waiting for any instructions. Wanda got bored and started kicking her foot against the floor, leaving scuff marks from her sneakers.
The door that led outside opened and a head popped in. The head smiled to the girls. "Oh, care to join us, ladies?" Mr. McCoy asked.
The class streamed out the door and onto the soccer field. They were split into three teams, and told that they would rotate teams all throughout the period, but keep playing the same game. It was boys against girls. That meant the Pietro was supposed to be there, but he was missing. Likely skipping.
Carol Danvers immediately went to center field for the kick off. She was the sportiest out of the whole girls' class, so they let her. She was facing off against Simon Williams.
The guys got the ball first and kicked it down to the girls' end of the pitch. Wanda immediately went into a defensive mode, standing in front of the net where Amanda was goalie. The ball was kicked between the guys, hardly even getting anywhere near any of the girls. Simon received the ball and looked up to see that he had a clear shot into the net. He took it and the boys' team scored the first point. McCoy blew his whistle. Amanda picked up the ball and performed a semi powerful drop-kick that sent the ball to center field.
"Need to work on your defense!" Simon guffawed. Wanda's eyes narrowed, violent thoughts went through her mind.
One of the girls finally intercepted the ball and kicked it out of bounds near their net. Amanda went to kick it in, but Wanda stopped her. "Let me get this one."
Amanda nodded, looking at Wanda in curiosity.
Wanda picked up the ball, not realizing that she just stuck her butt up in front of the entire boys' gym class until AFTER she heard them whistling and jeering. She scowled angrily, and toothy grin appearing on her face. She turned around and set the ball down on the ground. McCoy blew his whistle and told off the boys for being rude.
"C'mon, Wanda! Quit flirtin' with us! Kick the ball!" Simon shouted.
Wanda took three steps back, staring straight at the asshole in her targeting range. She smirked and rushed forward, hoofing the ball as hard as she could. It went sailing through the air at an amazing speed.
Simon didn't have enough time to react before the ball went crashing into his manlihood. He fell to the ground, yelping in agony, cupping himself.
McCoy blew the whistle and rushed over to the crowd that gathered around the fallen soccer player. He pushed his way into the center and knelt down next to Simon.
"Oh my stars and garters." he gasped, seeing the expression on his face. McCoy got up and exited the crowd. He blew his whistle again, making the rabble disperse. He called Wanda over.
"Miss. Maximoff, will you please sit out the rest of the period." he commanded more than asked.
She shrugged and went to sit on the grass. "Jackass deserved it." she mummbled.
What seemed like a hint of a smile of amusement flashed in McCoy's eyes, but he shook his head.
After the first team was told to rotate, Amanda came over and sat next to Wanda. "You enjoyed that WAY too much."
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BAH HA HA HA HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAHA!!!! I LOVE torturing Simon! I hate him, even in the Comicverse!
Please review!
Luvies always!
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Unfortunately, we've discovered a nasty virus on our family computer, and since I'm the one who uses it the most, I'm getting blamed. This means that my writing will be on hiatus for a few weeks. And no, crazyspaceystracy, I'm not ignoring you. I can't log onto the internet at home, AND my parents are taking away MSN when baby comes home from the computer hospital *cries* You can still e-mail me! Please do! I'll miss you!!!
Luckily, I have the first 7 chapters AAAAALLLLLLLLLL finished, and I've got most of chapter 8 done. So, I'll be sneeking chapters up while I'm at school. :D Lets hope that evil Media Arts teacher doesn't catch on to me!
More wonderousness to come. Guess who's here!
DISCLAIMER: She don't own it. She also don't know Disclaimer can talk with good grammer. She evil...
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She didn't notice the hand that brushed her locks of red hair out of her face. She stared down at her hands and let a few tears fall.
"Jean?" he spoke softly. "Jean, has there been any news?"
She shook her head. "No-" she choked. "There's been no sign of her, Scott."
He wrapped his arms around his grieving girlfriend and buried his face in her hair. "It's alright, Jean. They'll find something. She couldn't've gotten too far."
She sniffed. "I'm worried about her Scott! What if she's dead? Madeline and I have never fought this badly before."
"She's your sister, Jean. The two of you are supposed to fight" somehow, he didn't think those words were very comforting, judging by the look Jean was giving him. Scott took in a deep breath. "She'll come back. She's just blowing off steam."
"It's worse than that! Imagine how'd you feel if Alex suddenly disappeared!" she screamed angrily. "Y'know what?! She probably ran off to that - that... CREEP!!!"
Scott smoothed down her hair and 'shush'ed. "What creep?"
She sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "The guy from that modeling agency. Mr. Essex. Remember that audition I went to?"
He nodded.
"Well, I got a really bad feeling about him, so I left. Madeline was really mad at me. She accused me of sabotaging her career." new tears started coming. "Oh God, Scott! I pushed my little sister away!"
"Stop it, Jean." he shook her shoulders, trying to calm her hysterics. "Madeline is 17, she knows how to take care of herself. Hey, this isn't your fault-"
"Yes it is!"
"No, it isn't! Madeline is an angry little girl who's used to getting her own way! You have been more than a saint to her, and she's too spoiled to realize it!"
Jean went from choking back tears to wracking sobs in seconds. "It hurts so much! How - how could sh-she d-do this? Mom and dad are devastated! How can she run off on her f-f-family?!"
Scott held her tighter. "I don't know, honey. I just don't know."
~*~
"Dis will only hurt a li'l bit. Y'don' need to worry none." he brushed her hair away from her neck and lowered his mouth to her soft flesh. He felt her shiver. He smiled. He always liked girls. Especially young ones that didn't know the evils of the world. He expected that this one would be quite sweet to taste.
"Are you sure?" she stammered nervously.
"Of course, p'tite. Y'can trust Remy-"
"Remy!"
He lifted his face from the girl's throat. That damn voice interrupted him, AGAIN! "What do y'want, Nathaniel?! Can' y'see Remy a bit busy at de moment?"
A tall foreboding creature approached the two on the love seat and slapped Remy across the face. "Is that any way to speak to your father?"
Remy bared his fangs at his assailant and growled when his meal screamed and ran away. "Father my ass, Essex! Now look what y'did! Y'made de morsel run! Remy need to feed, boss, so make dis quick!"
"I think you'll be the one running after I give you this next bit of news, LeBeau." Essex smirked.
Remy leaned back, letting his vest fall open to reveal his naked chest. He placed his hands over his face and massaged at the oncoming headache. "Out wit' it! Remy don' have all night."
Essex reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. He tossed it carelessly onto Remy's chest. "It's Blade. He's sent word to your friend, Bishop, on your whereabouts."
Remy jumped up and slammed his fists on the coffee table infront of him. "NON! MERDE! I knew there be somet'in' gonna happen! When that shit for brain Hunter gonna learn?!" he got up and pulled on a shirt. "Y'gotta get me outta here, Nathaniel!"
He just glowered at the Cajun vampire. "Oh no, Remy. I believe this is your mess. I don't have the time to be wasting energy on you. I have more important things to worry about."
Remy turned on him, his red on black eyes flashed dangerously. "What de fuck?! You kiddin', right?!"
Nathaniel just shook his head.
Remy started gathering up random pieces of scattered clothing. "Well, fuck you, boss!" he spat the last word venomously, tossing a pair of underwear at him, which he caught before it hit him in the face. "Remy had enough of your shit, anyway! You one sick bastard, y'know that?!"
Essex gave him a look of mock hurt. "Straight through the heart, Remy."
Remy flipped him off before storming out the door.
"He's got a temper, hasn't he Nathaniel?" a sweet little voice came from the top of the staircase. He winced slightly before putting on a debonaire smile and turning to his new companion.
"Ah, my lovely Madeline. You look simply divine."
She smiled, flipping her long red hair over her shoulder. "Why thank you, darling. Not bad for someone who just died." she glided down the stairs and into his arms. "What was that ruckus about?"
He pulled her away slightly and stared into her big blue eyes. "Nothing you need to worry about, my pet. Just getting rid of an ungrateful swine."
Madeline frowned. "He doesn't appreciate you. I don't see why you let him stay for as long as you did."
"He was graceful once. But living in this luxury has made him spoiled and lazy. It was high time he go out on his own." Nathaniel ran a thumb over the two red-purple bumps on Madeline's neck. She sighed contentedly. "I have given you something wonderful, haven't I, my pet?"
"Oh yes, darling. I am forever in your debt."
~*~
Irene closed her blind eyes as a new vision hit her at full force.
A little girl placed daisies on her brother's grave. She tilted her head back and looked at the clouds pass through the sky. Her mother would be worried about her if she didn't go back soon, but she really didn't care at the moment. "Piotr..." she whispered softly.
It was the first anniversary of her brother's death. They had him buried on the hill near their farm, under the tree that he would sit at on warm sunny days and draw. She visited him often.
She smiled sadly at the stone tablet, marking his place. It didn't seem like an appropriate monument to her. In her eyes, her big brother deserved an entire crypt, decorated with statues and relief carvings of his favourite mythical heroes.
She loved the stories he told her about gods and goddesses, monsters and heroes. He had read a book to her called The Odyssey. It was about a man who had fought in a great war for ten long years, but forgot to thank the Sea God for his aid. This angered the Sea God, and he punished the man by making it so he couldn't return home for almost twenty years. Piotr had even drawn her a picture of a Greek war ship being blown across the sea by a great cloud.
The day he was killed was tragic. Her father was out in the field on one of their tractors. He had told her, "Ilyana, stay away from the barn while Mikeal, Piotr and I are out working. We can't look after you if anything happens."
Ilyana, being a carefree spirit, ignored her father's words and went out to play with her kitten, Natalia. She pulled a string across the ground and giggled at Natalia as she tried to pounce on the moving target. Something had caught the kitten's eye, and she scampered off - toward the barn. Not paying attention, Ilyana chased her cat into the barn, calling after her. Natalia led Ilyana out into the pasture where a herd of cattle and horses were grazing. Piotr and Mikeal were stacking hay not far in the distance and stopped to wave to Ilyana. She jumped and waved back, then resumed to chase her cat.
The kitten ran between the legs of one of the cows, and on her way by, took a swipe at the beast's tail, accidentally catching her claws in the cow's hind leg. The cow roared and kicked its leg back, sending Natalia sailing through the air. Its eyes went wild and it charged forward.
Ilyana stared at the oncoming animal in fear. She was petrified. She couldn't move! She heard two male voices shout her name. The beast continued on its path. A pair of large hands picked her up and tossed her out of harm's way. Ilyana landed with a thud in the grass.
She heard another shout and looked up to see her oldest brother, Mikeal, and her father running toward something laying motionless on the ground. Ilyana scrambled to get up and staggered over to him.
"PIOTR!" she screamed, seeing her big brother covered in dirt and blood. She went to grab him but her father lifted her up and hid her face from the scene. She kicked and screamed at him. She even tried to bite her own father! She had to get loose and go to Piotr! He was hurt! "Let me go! I have to go to him! I have to go to Piotr!"
"Ilyana!" her father spoke harshly, keeping his strong hold on her. "Stop it!"
She kept kicking and crying until she felt her energy drain from her small body. "Papa... I have to... Piotr." she choked.
He stood up, still holding his little girl, and carried her back to the house. Mikeal lifted Piotr's body in his arms and followed closely behind.
The memory still remained fresh. She was almost thirteen years old. Piotr had promised to take her on an adventure when she turned thirteen. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to keep his promise to her.
She stood up, picking a few pieces of grass off her skirt. "I see you again, brother."
They were having a special dinner in honour of him. She needed to get changed.
Irene came to from her vision. She needed to speak with Agatha right away.
~*~
"Wanda, could you pass me that hair brush?" Amanda held her hand out to her housemate.
Wanda came up from tying her shoelaces and did as Amanda asked. "It's just gym class, Mandy. Your hair doesn't need to be perfect." she scoffed.
Amanda grinned, reached her hand over and ruffled Wanda's short black hair. She glared back at her and attempted to smooth it back down. "I'm not going for beauty pageant, Wanda. It'll just drive me crazy if it's in knots when I'm kicking your sorry ass."
Wanda laughed. "Oh you think so huh?" she snatched the brush away from Amanda after she tied her long brown hair up in a pony-tail. "You forget that my dad played soccer for Transia-"
"Where IS Transia, anyway?"
Wanda shrugged. "I dunno, but that's not the point. My dad was a pro and my twin brother is the star of the track team. Being an athlete runs in the family. There's no way you can beat me, Sefton!"
"Big words for someone who sleeps in until noon when she can, and hardly gets off the couch on weekends. How do you manage to stay so thin?!"
Wanda shook her fist at Amanda and held the door of the change-room open for her. "Fast metabolism. And don't you get on my case about my sleeping habits!"
~*~
The whistle blew, and the girls' gym teacher called her class into the middle of the floor. "All right, ladies! I just got called down to the office for a meeting, so I'm leaving you for the rest of the period-"
There was a roaring cheer from all over the class.
"-and putting you with they guy's class."
The next cheer was slightly less enthusiastic.
"Behave yourselves, and do what Prof. McCoy tells ya, ya got that?"
"Yes." they groaned. The teacher left and the girls were unattended. A couple of them just shrugged and went outside for a smoke. The rest just stood around, waiting for any instructions. Wanda got bored and started kicking her foot against the floor, leaving scuff marks from her sneakers.
The door that led outside opened and a head popped in. The head smiled to the girls. "Oh, care to join us, ladies?" Mr. McCoy asked.
The class streamed out the door and onto the soccer field. They were split into three teams, and told that they would rotate teams all throughout the period, but keep playing the same game. It was boys against girls. That meant the Pietro was supposed to be there, but he was missing. Likely skipping.
Carol Danvers immediately went to center field for the kick off. She was the sportiest out of the whole girls' class, so they let her. She was facing off against Simon Williams.
The guys got the ball first and kicked it down to the girls' end of the pitch. Wanda immediately went into a defensive mode, standing in front of the net where Amanda was goalie. The ball was kicked between the guys, hardly even getting anywhere near any of the girls. Simon received the ball and looked up to see that he had a clear shot into the net. He took it and the boys' team scored the first point. McCoy blew his whistle. Amanda picked up the ball and performed a semi powerful drop-kick that sent the ball to center field.
"Need to work on your defense!" Simon guffawed. Wanda's eyes narrowed, violent thoughts went through her mind.
One of the girls finally intercepted the ball and kicked it out of bounds near their net. Amanda went to kick it in, but Wanda stopped her. "Let me get this one."
Amanda nodded, looking at Wanda in curiosity.
Wanda picked up the ball, not realizing that she just stuck her butt up in front of the entire boys' gym class until AFTER she heard them whistling and jeering. She scowled angrily, and toothy grin appearing on her face. She turned around and set the ball down on the ground. McCoy blew his whistle and told off the boys for being rude.
"C'mon, Wanda! Quit flirtin' with us! Kick the ball!" Simon shouted.
Wanda took three steps back, staring straight at the asshole in her targeting range. She smirked and rushed forward, hoofing the ball as hard as she could. It went sailing through the air at an amazing speed.
Simon didn't have enough time to react before the ball went crashing into his manlihood. He fell to the ground, yelping in agony, cupping himself.
McCoy blew the whistle and rushed over to the crowd that gathered around the fallen soccer player. He pushed his way into the center and knelt down next to Simon.
"Oh my stars and garters." he gasped, seeing the expression on his face. McCoy got up and exited the crowd. He blew his whistle again, making the rabble disperse. He called Wanda over.
"Miss. Maximoff, will you please sit out the rest of the period." he commanded more than asked.
She shrugged and went to sit on the grass. "Jackass deserved it." she mummbled.
What seemed like a hint of a smile of amusement flashed in McCoy's eyes, but he shook his head.
After the first team was told to rotate, Amanda came over and sat next to Wanda. "You enjoyed that WAY too much."
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BAH HA HA HA HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAHA!!!! I LOVE torturing Simon! I hate him, even in the Comicverse!
Please review!
Luvies always!
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!