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Moonfire Goddess- I'm all for changing names but I couldn't imagine changing mine. If I did, how would you all recognize me? But I do love your new name and thanks for your support.
Deacon- I like to keep the swearing to a minimum, but that's good to know for the future. Thanks! I was trying really hard because I was rereading the first part and it was kinda confusing.
Dee Saylors- Let's just say I took your advice on both parts. ^_^HEHE Enjoy and thanks!
Kitrazzle Fayn- I've never been glomped before!!! Yay, new experiences. Yep, porr confuddled Pietro. Thanks for you love!!! It means soooo much.
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^^ Narrator has one of two lines ^^ Just after that same fight at the Brotherhood house, one member finds a reason not to celebrate their semi-victory.
#@#@ Brotherhood House #@#@
Denise Saylors clinked her glass of cream soda and backed away from the boys and their boisterous singing. 'Why are they singing like drunks?' She scaled the stairs and rushed down to the end of the hall. 'Annie and Darce are still sleeping,' she chided, forcing her steps lightly. She reached the large window sill just outside Jason's room and leaned against phone table. 'We really screwed up,' she remembered with a hiss. 'I really screwed up.' Placing her soda on the table, she lifted the phone book and thumbed through for the desired number. As she dialed, she wrapped the cord around her index finger and prayed for a certain person to pick up. Without waiting for her answer, she spoke first.
"I'm sorry about tonight." Wincing, she thought how stupid she sounded, but the feeling was banished when she heard a German accent reply.
"Hello? Who is this?" Kurt Wagner was perplexed as to who would be calling at such an hour. Denise continued, undaunted.
"Somebody from the Brotherhood. Name's Vesuvius but my friends call me Denise."
"Lava girl?" Denise smirked, nerves fading a bit.
"Yep. I'm sorry. For Hydro's attitude. For my mistake. I'm sorry I can't control my powers." Kurt leaned against the wall, hearing the small sorrow in her voice.
"It happens to everybody." He meant it honestly, wanting to comfort her. Denise changed the subject and wiped her eye quickly.
"Is the kid OK?" Kurt sensed the urgency in her voice and moved on.
"Yep. She's fine. Shook up, but fine." Denise nodded, remembering how scared the toddler had looked.
"That's good." 'What else was there to say about it?' she thought helplessly. Thankfully, he filled the gap.
"So how did you find us here?" Denise laughed silently, feeling less serious and unknowingly changing to a flirty voice.
"I have my resources." Kurt laughed at the playfully ominous tone to her voice and responded incredulously.
"Oh really?" Denise didn't miss a beat.
"Yeah. You guys are listed. You know. The phone book."
"Arrgh. I knew they'd do that sooner or later. Dirty rat finks." Denise laughed heartily, not caring who heard her. 'Stop while I'm ahead,' she thought.
"Yeah. Bye." She slammed the phone down before he could say anything and ruin her feeling. Giggling helplessly, she slid into the room she shared with Darcy and fell onto the bed. Her smile was big enough to smother a small child.
#@#@ Charlie's diner in lower Bayville #@#@
Havok smiled as he entered Charlie's and slid into a booth. The only other occupants of the bright fluorescent restaurant were two teens clad in baggy black clothes and a ditzy teenage waitress flipping through a magazine as she popped gum bubbles. One of the teens was a girl, sitting in the booth in front of him, munching on cheese fries. 'Hello, Voodoo,' he thought cheerfully, able to recognize that chin-length hair anywhere. He looked over at the chrome table directly adjacent. Afat Quel Sama was sipping on a cup of black coffee and trying not to look at the girl in the next booth. 'You wimp,' he though to himself again. 'Ask her out already.' When Afat ducked his head to sip his coffee again, Havok snorted and caught the waitress' attention. She bounced over and flashed him a flirtatious smile. 'If only,' he thought but spoke aloud,
"A cup of coffee, beautiful."
She returned like her feet were on fire and smiled again in that obvious way. When he didn't respond, she flounced off in a very undignified manner. He sipped the coffee and winced at the bitter taste. 'And no sugar on the table,' he noticed. 'Well, now's a better time than ever. No excuses left.' Havok took a deep breath and changed to the other side of the booth and tapped Voodoo on the shoulder. She turned, both eyes humorously shocked. It made the sweetness in his voice much easier.
"Excuse me beautiful, you wouldn't happen to have any sugar, would you? I mean, any other than your natural sweetness." Afat snorted, forgetting he was trying to ignore Kara.
"What a line." Havok smiled again. This was too easy. He replied in his best mock voice, which came natural.
"You think you can do better, punk?" Afat's indignation would solve all his problems with this situation.
"Who are you calling punk, Mr. Earring?" Havok suppressed the smile as Kara looked back and forth between the teens.
"Boys, just settle. It's not that big a deal." Havok smiled broadly this time, playing on the knowledge he had of these two.
"Oh, I think it is a big deal. Especially when we three appear to be very similar and you know the saying." Afat responded without fail.
"If you say that fucking 'birds of a feather' line, I'll strangle you with the sleeves of your trench coat."
"You have a trench coat too," he replied innocently. Kara was quick on the uptake.
"I think the point is that it's more fun with your sleeves." Afat looked at her open-mouthed, his respect growing.
"Yeah," he said dully. She glanced over at him, nodding to prove she understood, but overcome when she saw his right eye was pearly white like her own left. Havok remembered what he had thought after seeing both of them. 'They compliment each other. In more ways than that. But that one's just cosmic.'
"However cheesy, it is true. Scary rocker mutants that we are..." Kara's eyes flashed quickly as she looked sternly at him, hissing.
"Don't say that too loud. I don't want to have to find another coffeeshop." Afat looked shocked.
"You too?" Kara responded, undaunted.
"They hate us." Havok felt great sympathy for both of these souls, his heart aching for another Goth who thought less on the world.
"Not everybody." Afat was the most bitter however.
"We're safer with our own kind." Havok took his opportunity and prayed it worked.
"Then why the hell are we sitting at three separate tables?" Kara considered this and beckoned to both boys. Havok hopped over the seat and squeezed next to the girl. Afat held back his jealous look and slid into the seat across from them. Havok broached his idea quickly.
"They have groups here. Fellow mutants banding together for a common cause. Or some crap like that." Kara wrinkled her nose.
"Are you proposing we band together? I barely know you guys." Afat did the same, only with a more sour look.
"I don't even know you're name ,asshole. How can I trust you." Havok found his humor before he could stop himself.
"Asshole's one of my name's. I like to trade them off. Went around as Angelo today in the mall. Scared some people witless. Nope not a banding thing, just a support group. It'd be nice to have some people worth trusting in this town." Afat's eyes narrowed as he sat a bit straighter.
"How do we know we can trust you?" Kara looked at him with equally narrowed eyes.
"When did 'we' become 'we'?"
"Sorry," he muttered. She sighed and shook her, exasperated.
"No, you're right. Listen, I'll trust both of you because I'm just getting this feeling that if I don't, one of you is gonna get themselves into a boatload of trouble. I'm Kara Brook, somebody called me Voodoo once and it stuck. And I have no place to stay." The other teen seemed to cave as well, making Havok smile.
"Afat Quel Sama a.k.a. Snake. Ditto on the no place to stay." Havok was about to start dancing. Everything was working out!
"You guys are in such luck. I have an apartment downtown I'm not really using. Two bedrooms, two baths, nice kitchen, nice living space. I'm not really using it and you guys can feel free to." Afat looked suspicious. 'No,' Havok screamed mentally. 'Don't ruin the good thing!'
"Why are you doing this? We just met." Havok grimaced at the explaining part.
"Actually, in my spare time, I've been keeping tabs on all the free roaming mutants. Trailing both of you for at least 2 weeks now." Kara seemed to be in a state of shock as she asked in a monotone voice,
"How and why?" Afat was till getting used to this knowledge and nodded dumbly.
"How is my little secret. But why, God only knows. You two wander around like lost puppies looking for something to do. I can't give you something to do, but I can give you that place to stay. Take it or leave it. Friendship and trust with just a dash of loyalty for no rent and a pretty well stocked fridge and pantry. I got lotsa munchies?" somehow, the crack about munchies had convinced Kara.
"I'm in," she stated simply. Afat nearly jumped at the chance.
"Me too. Show us the way......" He waited for the other dark-haired teen to supply a name.
"My minions would call me Havok if I had any minions. But remember, I like to rotate the names." Kara brushed it off and slid out of the booth.
"Whatever. Meet me outside guys. I want to buy a paper."
"Enjoy the obituaries?" Havok's voice was laced with sarcastic intentions.
"It's ironic that the comics and the obituaries are on the same pages," She answered honestly. "Got a spare quarter for a lady?" Havok flipped her a quarter and she strode out, ignoring the bill for her cheese fries, which Havok picked up. He tossed down some money for both the fries and his coffee as Afat did the same. Both stood, Afat unknowingly looking for Kara through the window. Havok leaned in and whispered in the other boy's ear.
"You know, the apartment doubles as a lovenest." Afat didnt' look away as he muttered.
"You're getting the wrong idea." Havok turned toward him with genuine surprise.
"Am I?" Afat paused and let out a heavy sigh.
"Am I that transparent?" Havok laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Transparent and incorporeal. It's a wonder I can see you." Afat chuckled and they walked out the chrome double doors. Kara was waiting, paper folded under her arm. Havok threw his other arm over her shoulder and they walked down the street like three peas in a pod.
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter people. I actually updated in a small amount of time!! Yay! Next update might be pretty soon, depends on my reviewers.
Read and Review, or I hold the next chapter hostage!! LOL, Just kidding. But Review please.
Moonfire Goddess- I'm all for changing names but I couldn't imagine changing mine. If I did, how would you all recognize me? But I do love your new name and thanks for your support.
Deacon- I like to keep the swearing to a minimum, but that's good to know for the future. Thanks! I was trying really hard because I was rereading the first part and it was kinda confusing.
Dee Saylors- Let's just say I took your advice on both parts. ^_^HEHE Enjoy and thanks!
Kitrazzle Fayn- I've never been glomped before!!! Yay, new experiences. Yep, porr confuddled Pietro. Thanks for you love!!! It means soooo much.
Unknown reviewer- Hey, double the reviews, double the fun. Thank you!!
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
*****************************************************************
^^ Narrator has one of two lines ^^ Just after that same fight at the Brotherhood house, one member finds a reason not to celebrate their semi-victory.
#@#@ Brotherhood House #@#@
Denise Saylors clinked her glass of cream soda and backed away from the boys and their boisterous singing. 'Why are they singing like drunks?' She scaled the stairs and rushed down to the end of the hall. 'Annie and Darce are still sleeping,' she chided, forcing her steps lightly. She reached the large window sill just outside Jason's room and leaned against phone table. 'We really screwed up,' she remembered with a hiss. 'I really screwed up.' Placing her soda on the table, she lifted the phone book and thumbed through for the desired number. As she dialed, she wrapped the cord around her index finger and prayed for a certain person to pick up. Without waiting for her answer, she spoke first.
"I'm sorry about tonight." Wincing, she thought how stupid she sounded, but the feeling was banished when she heard a German accent reply.
"Hello? Who is this?" Kurt Wagner was perplexed as to who would be calling at such an hour. Denise continued, undaunted.
"Somebody from the Brotherhood. Name's Vesuvius but my friends call me Denise."
"Lava girl?" Denise smirked, nerves fading a bit.
"Yep. I'm sorry. For Hydro's attitude. For my mistake. I'm sorry I can't control my powers." Kurt leaned against the wall, hearing the small sorrow in her voice.
"It happens to everybody." He meant it honestly, wanting to comfort her. Denise changed the subject and wiped her eye quickly.
"Is the kid OK?" Kurt sensed the urgency in her voice and moved on.
"Yep. She's fine. Shook up, but fine." Denise nodded, remembering how scared the toddler had looked.
"That's good." 'What else was there to say about it?' she thought helplessly. Thankfully, he filled the gap.
"So how did you find us here?" Denise laughed silently, feeling less serious and unknowingly changing to a flirty voice.
"I have my resources." Kurt laughed at the playfully ominous tone to her voice and responded incredulously.
"Oh really?" Denise didn't miss a beat.
"Yeah. You guys are listed. You know. The phone book."
"Arrgh. I knew they'd do that sooner or later. Dirty rat finks." Denise laughed heartily, not caring who heard her. 'Stop while I'm ahead,' she thought.
"Yeah. Bye." She slammed the phone down before he could say anything and ruin her feeling. Giggling helplessly, she slid into the room she shared with Darcy and fell onto the bed. Her smile was big enough to smother a small child.
#@#@ Charlie's diner in lower Bayville #@#@
Havok smiled as he entered Charlie's and slid into a booth. The only other occupants of the bright fluorescent restaurant were two teens clad in baggy black clothes and a ditzy teenage waitress flipping through a magazine as she popped gum bubbles. One of the teens was a girl, sitting in the booth in front of him, munching on cheese fries. 'Hello, Voodoo,' he thought cheerfully, able to recognize that chin-length hair anywhere. He looked over at the chrome table directly adjacent. Afat Quel Sama was sipping on a cup of black coffee and trying not to look at the girl in the next booth. 'You wimp,' he though to himself again. 'Ask her out already.' When Afat ducked his head to sip his coffee again, Havok snorted and caught the waitress' attention. She bounced over and flashed him a flirtatious smile. 'If only,' he thought but spoke aloud,
"A cup of coffee, beautiful."
She returned like her feet were on fire and smiled again in that obvious way. When he didn't respond, she flounced off in a very undignified manner. He sipped the coffee and winced at the bitter taste. 'And no sugar on the table,' he noticed. 'Well, now's a better time than ever. No excuses left.' Havok took a deep breath and changed to the other side of the booth and tapped Voodoo on the shoulder. She turned, both eyes humorously shocked. It made the sweetness in his voice much easier.
"Excuse me beautiful, you wouldn't happen to have any sugar, would you? I mean, any other than your natural sweetness." Afat snorted, forgetting he was trying to ignore Kara.
"What a line." Havok smiled again. This was too easy. He replied in his best mock voice, which came natural.
"You think you can do better, punk?" Afat's indignation would solve all his problems with this situation.
"Who are you calling punk, Mr. Earring?" Havok suppressed the smile as Kara looked back and forth between the teens.
"Boys, just settle. It's not that big a deal." Havok smiled broadly this time, playing on the knowledge he had of these two.
"Oh, I think it is a big deal. Especially when we three appear to be very similar and you know the saying." Afat responded without fail.
"If you say that fucking 'birds of a feather' line, I'll strangle you with the sleeves of your trench coat."
"You have a trench coat too," he replied innocently. Kara was quick on the uptake.
"I think the point is that it's more fun with your sleeves." Afat looked at her open-mouthed, his respect growing.
"Yeah," he said dully. She glanced over at him, nodding to prove she understood, but overcome when she saw his right eye was pearly white like her own left. Havok remembered what he had thought after seeing both of them. 'They compliment each other. In more ways than that. But that one's just cosmic.'
"However cheesy, it is true. Scary rocker mutants that we are..." Kara's eyes flashed quickly as she looked sternly at him, hissing.
"Don't say that too loud. I don't want to have to find another coffeeshop." Afat looked shocked.
"You too?" Kara responded, undaunted.
"They hate us." Havok felt great sympathy for both of these souls, his heart aching for another Goth who thought less on the world.
"Not everybody." Afat was the most bitter however.
"We're safer with our own kind." Havok took his opportunity and prayed it worked.
"Then why the hell are we sitting at three separate tables?" Kara considered this and beckoned to both boys. Havok hopped over the seat and squeezed next to the girl. Afat held back his jealous look and slid into the seat across from them. Havok broached his idea quickly.
"They have groups here. Fellow mutants banding together for a common cause. Or some crap like that." Kara wrinkled her nose.
"Are you proposing we band together? I barely know you guys." Afat did the same, only with a more sour look.
"I don't even know you're name ,asshole. How can I trust you." Havok found his humor before he could stop himself.
"Asshole's one of my name's. I like to trade them off. Went around as Angelo today in the mall. Scared some people witless. Nope not a banding thing, just a support group. It'd be nice to have some people worth trusting in this town." Afat's eyes narrowed as he sat a bit straighter.
"How do we know we can trust you?" Kara looked at him with equally narrowed eyes.
"When did 'we' become 'we'?"
"Sorry," he muttered. She sighed and shook her, exasperated.
"No, you're right. Listen, I'll trust both of you because I'm just getting this feeling that if I don't, one of you is gonna get themselves into a boatload of trouble. I'm Kara Brook, somebody called me Voodoo once and it stuck. And I have no place to stay." The other teen seemed to cave as well, making Havok smile.
"Afat Quel Sama a.k.a. Snake. Ditto on the no place to stay." Havok was about to start dancing. Everything was working out!
"You guys are in such luck. I have an apartment downtown I'm not really using. Two bedrooms, two baths, nice kitchen, nice living space. I'm not really using it and you guys can feel free to." Afat looked suspicious. 'No,' Havok screamed mentally. 'Don't ruin the good thing!'
"Why are you doing this? We just met." Havok grimaced at the explaining part.
"Actually, in my spare time, I've been keeping tabs on all the free roaming mutants. Trailing both of you for at least 2 weeks now." Kara seemed to be in a state of shock as she asked in a monotone voice,
"How and why?" Afat was till getting used to this knowledge and nodded dumbly.
"How is my little secret. But why, God only knows. You two wander around like lost puppies looking for something to do. I can't give you something to do, but I can give you that place to stay. Take it or leave it. Friendship and trust with just a dash of loyalty for no rent and a pretty well stocked fridge and pantry. I got lotsa munchies?" somehow, the crack about munchies had convinced Kara.
"I'm in," she stated simply. Afat nearly jumped at the chance.
"Me too. Show us the way......" He waited for the other dark-haired teen to supply a name.
"My minions would call me Havok if I had any minions. But remember, I like to rotate the names." Kara brushed it off and slid out of the booth.
"Whatever. Meet me outside guys. I want to buy a paper."
"Enjoy the obituaries?" Havok's voice was laced with sarcastic intentions.
"It's ironic that the comics and the obituaries are on the same pages," She answered honestly. "Got a spare quarter for a lady?" Havok flipped her a quarter and she strode out, ignoring the bill for her cheese fries, which Havok picked up. He tossed down some money for both the fries and his coffee as Afat did the same. Both stood, Afat unknowingly looking for Kara through the window. Havok leaned in and whispered in the other boy's ear.
"You know, the apartment doubles as a lovenest." Afat didnt' look away as he muttered.
"You're getting the wrong idea." Havok turned toward him with genuine surprise.
"Am I?" Afat paused and let out a heavy sigh.
"Am I that transparent?" Havok laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Transparent and incorporeal. It's a wonder I can see you." Afat chuckled and they walked out the chrome double doors. Kara was waiting, paper folded under her arm. Havok threw his other arm over her shoulder and they walked down the street like three peas in a pod.
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter people. I actually updated in a small amount of time!! Yay! Next update might be pretty soon, depends on my reviewers.
Read and Review, or I hold the next chapter hostage!! LOL, Just kidding. But Review please.