Inter-LOAFERS!

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.

DigitalMan and K2 are © My close friend.

Everything else is copyrighted to their correct owner.

Universe: Misfit-Verse

AN: A small chapter dedicated to the calm and patient Wraith. The wisest of the three interLOAFERs he waits in the darkest shadows of tragedy to make his move.

The Sufferance

"Where am I?" Wanda heard her voice echo in the brightly lit room.

"The past." A calm voice, full of compassion said, "My past."

Soon the room darkened almost all the way to pitch black, save for a wall that showed a seen. A woman and a young man around a lake. They looked very happy, but the woman had an evil curl to her smile.

"My life ended on that beautiful Irish eve. My inheritance passed to my brother, but as he was to young another would manage it for him: my fiancée." The calm voice came back. "I could never really accept the fact that she and her lover had killed me. How could I, I was in love."

The seen on the wall changed, the woman and a strange man were standing over the dead body of the happy young man. It then changed to a grave, the name chipped and torn at by the weather.

"Years would pass an I would wait for her to come to my side while I awaited paradise for the both of us." A strange form took shape over a neatly kept grave. "I waited for so long, even after her death, my foolish young heart kept going."

That wall dies out immediately as another lit up to show a bar full of dead people and ghosts. Wanda knew now whose past she was looking at as a more familiar voice took over narration, though this voice was laced in nothing but cruelty.

"I let my stupid heart go for so long on love, but he changed that one foggy London night. The Ripper, he changed everything, he showed me hate and pain. He made me a new, a killing machine to go on through the centuries one that could never be stopped. There on that night I cast all foolish notions of love, of god, of happiness away. I became something people feared for eternity, I was death."

The wall flashed and abundance of brutal scenes before Wanda. The were horrible, much worse than the films that Beach Head had once shown the Misfits. They were absolutely devoid of any compassion for life, humanity or the soul. When she felt like she was about to break though they stopped and so did the cruel voice. The normal monotonous tone of Wraith's voice took over.

"But I eventually two other spirits would pull me from the psychotic rage of death I was in. Two failed reapers, one so clumsy he could barely walk straight and the other far too confident in his own pathetic abilities."

The wall lit up with a red and brown ghost, similar to Wraith, but different as well. One was brown and tall with yellow eyes. The other was short and round and wore a helmet instead of a hood, his eyes and mouth were all pink.

"We would travel our world causing all kinds of mischief, anarchy and insanity. However those days would soon end as we discovered one shocking secret of our world. God was tied to use through our faith in life, and though we had chosen to abandon him, he would not leave us. He even gave us all a second chance at paradise, Spaz and Cardinal both took it, but I had become to filled with contempt for a being that professed love and free will, yet condoned holy wars and commanded people he said were to be free. I spat in his face so to speak, and I was punished for it."

A searing darkness then pervaded the room. And torturous laughs filled it as Wanda felt like the walls were closing in. Then the voice came back.

"Hell was to good for me though, I was sent someplace so isolated that none would dare come and get me. None would dare rescue the broken shards of my soul. Except one foolish Scion who saw a flicker of hope."

The walls lit up again, but this time the image lit up from below and was fully 3-D. Wraith was propped against a dark wall that seemed to absorb him whenever he moved. Then a strange thing happened a reddish spark of energy hit it and it spat him out. Then a voice came.

"One with such goodness in his soul and he is to suffer? I don't think so." An energy orb then surrounded the emerald ghost and disappeared.

"I know that voice!" Wanda said in shock. "That's Perfection."

"Indeed it is. He rescued me from the edge of nothingness. From that point on I was still a broken soul though. I had no reason to go on in my afterlife and it wasn't until I found two other souls cast out from their paradise that I found it."

The image shifted to a London street corner, the living seemingly ignoring the spirits around them. Then the two familiar ghosts showed up on the opposite side of the street, and the image froze.

"God had cast them out for speaking in my defense. It was then that I knew that one part of the bible was correct. He was a jealous god, and unjustifiably so. That is when I felt the spark rekindled, a spark that had disappeared with the arrival of the Ripper's lessons. Hope and courage began to burn brightly in my soul. I took my grievance up with the deity myself."

The image shifted to a large glowing hand batting Wraith around like a fly. Then to a black cloaked figure standing in front of Wraith as several others surrounded him, including Perfection and DM. Then it shifted t Wraith simply holding the large hand above his head, with ease. The black cloak now empty and gone.

"I was shown then, my reason for existing. I was to be the final Scion of Death. No other being in any universe had the fortification to take the title. No one had the courage to stand up to the deities. No one, but me."

Wraith appeared then and looked at her his eyes and form shifting from the lovelorn to the wicked, to the tired look they currently held.

"I held love to close to my heart and for that I suffered. You push it away."

The walls shifted again to show her past to be more precise when she was taken from her family. She couldn't help but cry.

"We both know he couldn't have done anything, but watch and see what he did do."

Wanda watched as the image of a young Pietro ran up to the men in white suits and repeatedly pounded on them and screamed to let her go. Wanda could say nothing, all she could do was watch.

"You locked yourself away from the world after this, because you thought your brother didn't care. But you also already knew he did. So know you have no reason to hide." Wraith's voice was filled with a strange anger. "Don't let this darkness eat your soul Wanda."

She looked at him, a little stunned. He had never called her by name before, always "The one Perfection wants" or "Witch Girl" or something equally as demeaning.

"Now wake up to the world and know that you have people who care." The bright light took over again.

When Wanda regained consciousness she was in the infirmary. She tried to speak and to breathe but found she had tubes stuck down her throat and lungs. She could also hear Hawk yelling at someone.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? DO YOU NEED TO TRY AND KILL SOMEONE JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE THE SCION OF FREAKING DEATH!" She could tell Hawk was livid. "FROM NOW ON YOU ARE NOT TO APPROACH A MIFIT OR AN X-MAN, PERIOD! GOT IT!"

"General, the Sufferance is needed on a good number of people to show them the error of their ways." Wraith's calm voice took over.

"Oh really, and does it always have this effect of NEARLY KILLING THEM?" He screamed.

"Yes. The Sufferance can only be seen when the soul is free to connect with another." Wraith said, un-phased by how Hawk was reacting. "And they always survive, they always live to see another, brighter day with the ones they care about."

"Really, so there is no way she could have died." Hawk said trying to keep cool.

"None, I would never allow it." Wraith said simply. "I am death if you remember. I decide when a soul goes on to the next stage, I decide if they go to paradise or eternal suffering." He stopped talking and was about to continue when Psyche–Out said something.

"And what about her mental state? What do you think your 'Sufferance' will do to that?" The crazy Joe sounded more serious than ever.

"The Sufferance makes one aware of them selves and can only be seen by those strong enough to accept it. Of course you could always take the tubes out her and ask her for yourselves."

Hawk and Psyche immediately ran to Wanda's bedside as Wraith passed through a wall to the outside. There he saw DM relaxing and smiling like he always did when he knew something Wraith didn't.

"Oh, why are you so happy?" Wraith asked, watching the stars.

"He's back." DM smiled, "About an hour ago he, Vile and HOMe pulled in with the top four COBRA's on a dune buggy. Right now he and the others are making them suffer through the worst torture imaginable."

"Oh, Karaoke. Think my buds can join?" Wraith smiled.

"Perfection already invited them." DM smiled.

"Damn." Wraith blinked. "What the hell did they do to deserve that?"

"They knocked him out with a giant frying pan." DM elaborated what they both already knew.

"Yeah, but…" Wraith started. "Nevermind."

"So what song do you want?" DM asked holding up a list.

"I take it he's already got the torture song, huh?" Wraith asked looking at the list.

"Yup." DM said smiling.

"Ok, put me and the boys down for our usual." Wraith said.

"Great." DM smiled as he walked off.


AN: …

Perfection: OH YES, I GET TO TORTURE SOME COBRA MONKEYS!

Arcade: HEY!

Perfection: Oh, yeah sorry. Anyway choose the songs you want these pairings or people/drunk parrots to sing.

Shipwreck/ Polly:

Jean/ Rogue:

Scott/ Kurt:

Kitty/ Tabitha/ Althea:

Pietro/ Lance/ Todd/ Fred:

Gambit/ Pitor:

Perfection: "The song that doesn't end"

Wraith, Spaz and Cardinal: "Kung-fu Fightin'"

DM: "Kaboom-Kaboom"

Xi/ Arcade

Spyder/ Angelica/ Lina:

Any other requests.

AN: Well, uh well what do you think so far? God, I need to control my imagination...