ME: Thanx Agent-G! As far as Jaeger's abilities, she has to be able to see
the object to blow it up. She doesn't have to be looking at it, but it has
to be range. Its mass can be no more than a football. (Length or height may
very, but in general.) Smaller objects are easier to blow to pieces, and
mood can dictate intensity. Ex. If she was in a good mood it would not only
be a weaker explosion, but harder to do. However, if she was pissed off
then the explosion would be bigger and more intense, and easier to produce.
"Brotherhoodian" is my term for a member of the Brotherhood. I mean
honestly, would you rather say "a member of the Brotherhood" of
"Brotherhoodian?" It saves time and typing space.
I'm glad you enjoy it. (I hope other people do too, please review.) Well, here's Chapter 2. (Wow, a 2nd chapter.)
~*~
Ch. 2: School
Jaeger
I met the whole Brotherhood gang on Saturday night. I don't care much for Pietro (A/N: I hope I spelled that right), Lance is alright, I get along fine with Fred and Todd, and Wanda scares the crap outa me so I keep my distance. I'm convinced she's gonna blow my brains out when I'm not looking. Not a good feeling, trust me. Maybe if I wrap my head in foil. No. I'd look ridiculous. And I'd mess up my hair. Not that I've cared about that much in the past, but I need all the excuses I can get.
Anyway. We all got acquainted and then this morning (Sunday) Tabs and I stole Lance's car (I feel so bad!) and got some food in our stomachs. Then we went back to the mall. To be honest, two days in a row is a bit much for me, but I didn't complain. While we were there we hit a music store and I picked up some Aerosmith tunes. Aerosmith rules! Then later on we went home and listened to Lance yell at us for stealing his car. Then somewhere around 6: 30 my new pals went out to "kick X-men ass." I was invited, but I declined.
I wish I didn't because now I'm dying of boredom! For a while I practiced juggling. Why? Because that way when I "go into battle" I can juggle little objects and throw at people, then make them blow up! Come on! That's cool!
But it's so freakin' hard!
I can't juggle the damn ball! My record is one. I tried two but I found it a bit overwhelming. So I gave up. Now I'm bored out of my wits! Next time I'll go, not to hurt people, that's not my style, but just as backup. To watch.
I leaned back in the couch lazily and got a spring up my ass in response. Clearly this sofa is not people friendly. Nothing in this dump is. I tried to heat something up in the microwave and it blew up! Not because of me, because it needs to be fixed!
Sigh. I need a walk.
I grabbed an oversized Notre Dame sweatshirt and walked toward the door. I had to fight it to get it open though, the knob wouldn't turn so made it go KABOOM! Ha. How's that for a victory.
It was cold. I should've brought something warmer than a sweatshirt. God, I'm such a dumbass! But I didn't want to go back inside so I started to walk. I went here and there. Drifting where ever I felt like drifting. I knew I would never find my way back to the house, but I didn't care. I crammed my hands in my pockets and kept going.
I don't know how long I'd been walking but I noticed little white flakes falling from the sky and I smiled. I smiled a stupid, carefree smile. I like snow. Snow is good.
I turned my gaze forward once again and I noticed for the first time a huge (and I mean HUGE) mansion sitting on top of a hill. I walked by it. I couldn't help but notice the bright Christmas lights that glittered on top of it. Wow. So quiet. So peaceful. Whoever lives here is a lucky somebody. I leaned against the big iron gates. What the hell are they for? Decoration maybe? No. They seem too. I dunno, strong I guess to be for decoration.
It's none of my business anyway. I continued.
~*~
It took awhile, but I found my way back to the boarding house. I would call it home, but. home is where the heart is, you know? And my heart is definitely not here.
Tabs got all worked up saying how she could kill me for wandering off, but cooled down when I told her about the mansion.
"Yeah," she said. "I used to live there."
I was gobstopped! I probed her for more information, but she would just shrug and say it wasn't her kind of place.
I tried to let it go. But I couldn't help but wonder who lived there. They must a wealthy little git!
But in the end, sleep won me over and I drifted off. I wonder what school will be like?
~*~
Damn you Tabitha!
She didn't wake me up! Now I'm like, an hour late for class and I've missed Algebra! I go straight on to Chemistry, but I don't even know where to start looking! This place is huge!
I pushed open some doors and charged through an empty hallway. My head looking this way and that, reading signs on classroom doors and looking for my Chemistry room. I've got class with Mrs. Sullivan. She doesn't sound too friendly.
I almost passed it. I dug my heels into the tile floor to stop and I opened the door silently. Her back was turned, but other people were looking at me and stifling smiles. I held a finger to my lips to silence them and I tiptoed in. I moved toward an empty chair and-
"Well, well. Look who decided to show up."
Busted! I turned to face my mentor and smiled shyly.
"I take it you're the new student." She was an older lady with half-moon glasses and gray hair. "Class, this is Jaeger. I pleased to see you decided to join us. You know class starts at 10: 45. It's 11: 05. You're late."
I nodded. Everyone was looking at me, sizing me up. I didn't like it. I hate being in the spotlight. "I realized that," I said honestly. "But ya see, I kinda got sorta lost. And my um, alarm clock got busted, so I, uh, missed my ride, and uh. The whole thing snowballed."
She nodded. "I'll let you off this time," she told me. "But you'd better shape up in the future. Now take your seat."
I looked around for a friendly face and chose the seat by some guy with navy colored hair. An odd shade, yes, but my other option was some girl with her nose pierced, so.
I sat down and tried to pay attention.
"Guten tag," he greeted me.
"Uh, hi," I said.
"I'm Kurt Vagner," he said smiling so big I thought his teeth would fall out. "I take it you're Jaeger?"
"Yeah," I said. He was friendly, that was good.
"Vhat class do you have next?"
"Uh," I looked at my little sheet that told me that kind of stuff. "History."
He nodded. "So you're new?"
"Uh, yeah."
He nodded again. Then pointing to the sheet I had asked, "Can I see?"
"Sure." I handed it to him and he scanned it over a bit.
"You have P.E. vith Evan, and Art vith Jean," he told me. "You should have Algebra vith me, but you vere late."
"Whose Evan and Jean?" I asked him.
"Some friends of mein."
"Ok," I said.
~*~
I lived through history. Now I have to survive lunch. I looked for a place to sit. Crap, I don't know anyone!
Wait!
I see that German guy over there! Maybe I can sit with him! But I don't know if I should. I don't wanna rain on his parade. Hmmmm. What to do, what to do.
I was about to resort to wandering aimlessly around in circles when I noticed he was waving at me. At least I think it was me. I looked behind me to make sure, but nope. It was me.
I smiled and walked on over. I sat down next to him.
"Guten tag, ve meet again," he said smiling again. "Zhese are mein friends, zhat's Scott, Even, Kitty, Jean, and Rogue."
"Uh," I said nervously. "Hi."
"Hey!" Kitty said. "Like, what's your name?"
"Jaeger."
"Cool!"
So everyone greeted me. They were really nice people. Rogue was a bit quiet, but I got on fine with her. Wow. These guys were great! I was having a ball just sitting here eating crappy cafeteria food and talking with my -I think it's safe to call them- friends!
That is, until.
"Conversing with the enemy?"
Lance.
I turned to face him. "What? The enemy?"
"That's what I said."
Our once cheerful conversation died as soon as Lance joined in. The once warm and friendly atmosphere went cold.
"Why?" I asked, thoroughly confused. What had I done wrong? "Can't I have other friends besides you?"
"Not when it's the X-men you're making friends with!" he shouted.
What? I. I .
That's funny. I always pictured the X-men big strong, scary-looking guys, not some group of teenagers. I looked back at them and they looked back at me. They looked confused and distrustful. I didn't know what to do. I turned my gaze back to Lance. "Oh," was all I could manage to say. "I didn't know that."
"Come on," he ordered me.
I don't like being ordered around.
I waved at them and tried to smile. "Bye."
No one waved back. No one smiled. They just looked at me.
I backed away slowly and followed Lance through the crowd.
This sucks.
~*~
I have P.E. now. With Evan. Great.
This sucks.
After dressing out our coach split us into teams for basketball. I was paired of with another girl, two other guys, and Evan.
I didn't know if that was good news, or bad news.
I caught his eye and smiled, but he didn't smile back. He glared at me.
This sucks.
Lance was on the opposing team with Pietro.
The whistle blew and the game began!
Evan was good! He moved that ball down that court so fast he was like a blur!
But so was Pietro.
Pietro snatched the ball from him and took it down to the other end.
I'm not very good at basketball, but if Pietro thinks that I can't play anyhow, he's another thing coming. I threw myself into him, knocking the ball out of his hands, I grabbed it and chucked it at Evan while Pietro slid on the floor! He grabbed my ankle and pulled me down.
"Hey!" I shouted.
The other team members surrounded us with curious eyes to see what would happen.
"Just getting some sweet revenge," he said in that irritating, cocky voice.
"Go to hell," I spat through clenched teeth.
We stood up. "Bite me!" he dared.
"I don't eat crap!" I shouted back.
My teammates started laughing, including Evan, but Pietro's team gave us glares.
Pietro clenched his fists.
I clenched mine.
Evan stepped in between us. "Come on! Let's just play the game." He passed the ball to Lance. "It's your ball, don't lose it this time."
After that the game got a bit rough. Eventually it became a two-on-two. Me and Evan vs. Pietro and Lance. The other kids got tired and quit.
I think I kinda restored some friendship between Evan and me. With a little luck he could put in a good for me with the others. We might be on different sides, but we can still be friends, right?
~*~
Art wasn't too bad. Since I came in during the middle of a project, I just did whatever was available. I drew for a bit, and then I tried to start a conversation with Jean. If I could get two X-men on my side I'd have greater chances of being in the clique again.
"That's good," I told her.
"Thanks," she said. "I wasn't sure if I-" She stopped when she looked up and recognized me. "Can I help you?"
I shrugged. "Just wanted to talk to someone. I don't know anyone but you in this class."
"Ok," she said. She didn't sound interested. "What do you want to talk about?"
I shrugged again. "I don't really know."
"Ok," she continued working.
Project Jean was a failure. Crap. At least I still got Evan. Maybe I can get Kurt to back me up tomorrow.
This good-guy, bad-guy thing is too confusing. It makes my head spin. I'll figure all this crap out someday.
_~*~_
Ok, that's chapter two. Van will be introduced next chapter. Guess what his power is if you want, I'd be interested to see what you come up with, I'll give you a hint of course. I hope this chapter was a success. I'm always afraid it'll be too wordy, tell me if I need to slack off a bit.
Hint: His nickname will be Rice.
Not much of a hint, but if I gave you more it'd be too obvious.
See ya' when I see ya'! Bye!
I'm glad you enjoy it. (I hope other people do too, please review.) Well, here's Chapter 2. (Wow, a 2nd chapter.)
~*~
Ch. 2: School
Jaeger
I met the whole Brotherhood gang on Saturday night. I don't care much for Pietro (A/N: I hope I spelled that right), Lance is alright, I get along fine with Fred and Todd, and Wanda scares the crap outa me so I keep my distance. I'm convinced she's gonna blow my brains out when I'm not looking. Not a good feeling, trust me. Maybe if I wrap my head in foil. No. I'd look ridiculous. And I'd mess up my hair. Not that I've cared about that much in the past, but I need all the excuses I can get.
Anyway. We all got acquainted and then this morning (Sunday) Tabs and I stole Lance's car (I feel so bad!) and got some food in our stomachs. Then we went back to the mall. To be honest, two days in a row is a bit much for me, but I didn't complain. While we were there we hit a music store and I picked up some Aerosmith tunes. Aerosmith rules! Then later on we went home and listened to Lance yell at us for stealing his car. Then somewhere around 6: 30 my new pals went out to "kick X-men ass." I was invited, but I declined.
I wish I didn't because now I'm dying of boredom! For a while I practiced juggling. Why? Because that way when I "go into battle" I can juggle little objects and throw at people, then make them blow up! Come on! That's cool!
But it's so freakin' hard!
I can't juggle the damn ball! My record is one. I tried two but I found it a bit overwhelming. So I gave up. Now I'm bored out of my wits! Next time I'll go, not to hurt people, that's not my style, but just as backup. To watch.
I leaned back in the couch lazily and got a spring up my ass in response. Clearly this sofa is not people friendly. Nothing in this dump is. I tried to heat something up in the microwave and it blew up! Not because of me, because it needs to be fixed!
Sigh. I need a walk.
I grabbed an oversized Notre Dame sweatshirt and walked toward the door. I had to fight it to get it open though, the knob wouldn't turn so made it go KABOOM! Ha. How's that for a victory.
It was cold. I should've brought something warmer than a sweatshirt. God, I'm such a dumbass! But I didn't want to go back inside so I started to walk. I went here and there. Drifting where ever I felt like drifting. I knew I would never find my way back to the house, but I didn't care. I crammed my hands in my pockets and kept going.
I don't know how long I'd been walking but I noticed little white flakes falling from the sky and I smiled. I smiled a stupid, carefree smile. I like snow. Snow is good.
I turned my gaze forward once again and I noticed for the first time a huge (and I mean HUGE) mansion sitting on top of a hill. I walked by it. I couldn't help but notice the bright Christmas lights that glittered on top of it. Wow. So quiet. So peaceful. Whoever lives here is a lucky somebody. I leaned against the big iron gates. What the hell are they for? Decoration maybe? No. They seem too. I dunno, strong I guess to be for decoration.
It's none of my business anyway. I continued.
~*~
It took awhile, but I found my way back to the boarding house. I would call it home, but. home is where the heart is, you know? And my heart is definitely not here.
Tabs got all worked up saying how she could kill me for wandering off, but cooled down when I told her about the mansion.
"Yeah," she said. "I used to live there."
I was gobstopped! I probed her for more information, but she would just shrug and say it wasn't her kind of place.
I tried to let it go. But I couldn't help but wonder who lived there. They must a wealthy little git!
But in the end, sleep won me over and I drifted off. I wonder what school will be like?
~*~
Damn you Tabitha!
She didn't wake me up! Now I'm like, an hour late for class and I've missed Algebra! I go straight on to Chemistry, but I don't even know where to start looking! This place is huge!
I pushed open some doors and charged through an empty hallway. My head looking this way and that, reading signs on classroom doors and looking for my Chemistry room. I've got class with Mrs. Sullivan. She doesn't sound too friendly.
I almost passed it. I dug my heels into the tile floor to stop and I opened the door silently. Her back was turned, but other people were looking at me and stifling smiles. I held a finger to my lips to silence them and I tiptoed in. I moved toward an empty chair and-
"Well, well. Look who decided to show up."
Busted! I turned to face my mentor and smiled shyly.
"I take it you're the new student." She was an older lady with half-moon glasses and gray hair. "Class, this is Jaeger. I pleased to see you decided to join us. You know class starts at 10: 45. It's 11: 05. You're late."
I nodded. Everyone was looking at me, sizing me up. I didn't like it. I hate being in the spotlight. "I realized that," I said honestly. "But ya see, I kinda got sorta lost. And my um, alarm clock got busted, so I, uh, missed my ride, and uh. The whole thing snowballed."
She nodded. "I'll let you off this time," she told me. "But you'd better shape up in the future. Now take your seat."
I looked around for a friendly face and chose the seat by some guy with navy colored hair. An odd shade, yes, but my other option was some girl with her nose pierced, so.
I sat down and tried to pay attention.
"Guten tag," he greeted me.
"Uh, hi," I said.
"I'm Kurt Vagner," he said smiling so big I thought his teeth would fall out. "I take it you're Jaeger?"
"Yeah," I said. He was friendly, that was good.
"Vhat class do you have next?"
"Uh," I looked at my little sheet that told me that kind of stuff. "History."
He nodded. "So you're new?"
"Uh, yeah."
He nodded again. Then pointing to the sheet I had asked, "Can I see?"
"Sure." I handed it to him and he scanned it over a bit.
"You have P.E. vith Evan, and Art vith Jean," he told me. "You should have Algebra vith me, but you vere late."
"Whose Evan and Jean?" I asked him.
"Some friends of mein."
"Ok," I said.
~*~
I lived through history. Now I have to survive lunch. I looked for a place to sit. Crap, I don't know anyone!
Wait!
I see that German guy over there! Maybe I can sit with him! But I don't know if I should. I don't wanna rain on his parade. Hmmmm. What to do, what to do.
I was about to resort to wandering aimlessly around in circles when I noticed he was waving at me. At least I think it was me. I looked behind me to make sure, but nope. It was me.
I smiled and walked on over. I sat down next to him.
"Guten tag, ve meet again," he said smiling again. "Zhese are mein friends, zhat's Scott, Even, Kitty, Jean, and Rogue."
"Uh," I said nervously. "Hi."
"Hey!" Kitty said. "Like, what's your name?"
"Jaeger."
"Cool!"
So everyone greeted me. They were really nice people. Rogue was a bit quiet, but I got on fine with her. Wow. These guys were great! I was having a ball just sitting here eating crappy cafeteria food and talking with my -I think it's safe to call them- friends!
That is, until.
"Conversing with the enemy?"
Lance.
I turned to face him. "What? The enemy?"
"That's what I said."
Our once cheerful conversation died as soon as Lance joined in. The once warm and friendly atmosphere went cold.
"Why?" I asked, thoroughly confused. What had I done wrong? "Can't I have other friends besides you?"
"Not when it's the X-men you're making friends with!" he shouted.
What? I. I .
That's funny. I always pictured the X-men big strong, scary-looking guys, not some group of teenagers. I looked back at them and they looked back at me. They looked confused and distrustful. I didn't know what to do. I turned my gaze back to Lance. "Oh," was all I could manage to say. "I didn't know that."
"Come on," he ordered me.
I don't like being ordered around.
I waved at them and tried to smile. "Bye."
No one waved back. No one smiled. They just looked at me.
I backed away slowly and followed Lance through the crowd.
This sucks.
~*~
I have P.E. now. With Evan. Great.
This sucks.
After dressing out our coach split us into teams for basketball. I was paired of with another girl, two other guys, and Evan.
I didn't know if that was good news, or bad news.
I caught his eye and smiled, but he didn't smile back. He glared at me.
This sucks.
Lance was on the opposing team with Pietro.
The whistle blew and the game began!
Evan was good! He moved that ball down that court so fast he was like a blur!
But so was Pietro.
Pietro snatched the ball from him and took it down to the other end.
I'm not very good at basketball, but if Pietro thinks that I can't play anyhow, he's another thing coming. I threw myself into him, knocking the ball out of his hands, I grabbed it and chucked it at Evan while Pietro slid on the floor! He grabbed my ankle and pulled me down.
"Hey!" I shouted.
The other team members surrounded us with curious eyes to see what would happen.
"Just getting some sweet revenge," he said in that irritating, cocky voice.
"Go to hell," I spat through clenched teeth.
We stood up. "Bite me!" he dared.
"I don't eat crap!" I shouted back.
My teammates started laughing, including Evan, but Pietro's team gave us glares.
Pietro clenched his fists.
I clenched mine.
Evan stepped in between us. "Come on! Let's just play the game." He passed the ball to Lance. "It's your ball, don't lose it this time."
After that the game got a bit rough. Eventually it became a two-on-two. Me and Evan vs. Pietro and Lance. The other kids got tired and quit.
I think I kinda restored some friendship between Evan and me. With a little luck he could put in a good for me with the others. We might be on different sides, but we can still be friends, right?
~*~
Art wasn't too bad. Since I came in during the middle of a project, I just did whatever was available. I drew for a bit, and then I tried to start a conversation with Jean. If I could get two X-men on my side I'd have greater chances of being in the clique again.
"That's good," I told her.
"Thanks," she said. "I wasn't sure if I-" She stopped when she looked up and recognized me. "Can I help you?"
I shrugged. "Just wanted to talk to someone. I don't know anyone but you in this class."
"Ok," she said. She didn't sound interested. "What do you want to talk about?"
I shrugged again. "I don't really know."
"Ok," she continued working.
Project Jean was a failure. Crap. At least I still got Evan. Maybe I can get Kurt to back me up tomorrow.
This good-guy, bad-guy thing is too confusing. It makes my head spin. I'll figure all this crap out someday.
_~*~_
Ok, that's chapter two. Van will be introduced next chapter. Guess what his power is if you want, I'd be interested to see what you come up with, I'll give you a hint of course. I hope this chapter was a success. I'm always afraid it'll be too wordy, tell me if I need to slack off a bit.
Hint: His nickname will be Rice.
Not much of a hint, but if I gave you more it'd be too obvious.
See ya' when I see ya'! Bye!