Racist?
"'Ello mate!" John called cheerfully as a younger man entered the room. Startled, the man spun around and glared at the Aussie.
"How'd you get in here?"
"Me mate Remy taught me to pick locks." John grinned, jumping out of his chair.
"St. John Allerdyce?" the man asked nervously.
"The one an' only, mate!" John plopped into another chair.
"Just call me Steven." the man sighed.
"Hey, I have a question." John blinked.
"Yes?"
"Do you like FIRE? I like FIRE!" the pyromaniac cackled happily.
"Sure. I like fire." Steven rolled his eyes. "Now, let's talk about your issues. You originally come from Australia?"
"Yep! You got a problem with the Aussies?" John raised an eyebrow.
"No." Steven rolled his eyes.
"Right, mate. I believe ya." John stared at him suspiciously.
"Anyway, it must have been hard to come from one country to another." Steven sighed with sympathy.
"You Aussie racist!" John pointed a finger at him.
"That doesn't even make sense!" Steven stared.
"Sure, mate. That's what you want me to think. But I've got more'n hot air 'tween my ears!" John stood up and moved his chair further from the desk.
"I was just saying that you must have it hard, because you're a mutant and you come from another country." Steven groaned.
"Oh, so now you're predjudiced 'gainst mutants too? Mate, what the bloody 'ell is your problem with me?" John sniffed.
"I don't have a problem!" Steven grumbled.
"Whatever. Did you know I like fire?" John asked.
"Yes. I did." Steven sighed.
"You have a problem." John glared suddenly.
"I do not!"
"Damn straight ya do! You're a racist!" John scowled.
"I'm not a racist! For crying out loud, my father was from Australia!" Steven moaned.
"You're racist 'gainst your own father? What kinda son are you?" John gasped in horror.
"Are you insane?" Steven stared.
"You're the therapist, you tell me. You racist!"
"You are insane! I suggest medication, if not an asylum!"
"My dear Wanda was in an asylum for a long time!" John sighed dreamily.
"Why?" Steven asked.
"Oh, her dad left her there when she was around nine. I think. Or was it eight or somethin'?" John looked puzzled for a moment. "Whatever the age, it was cuz she couldn't control her powers. I love that sheila! Wanda, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda!"
"That's nice. It sounds like you both need someone to love." Steven smiled reassuringly.
"Stop makin' fun of me!" John glared. "Everyone knows the sheila don't like anyone, mate! You're mean on top of the racism!"
"I'm not a racist!" Steven moaned.
"You are! You are, you are, you are!" John spat.
"I am not!" Steven hissed.
"Are too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"I AM NOT!" Steven screamed.
"Yes you are! You're probably so racist you think we keep kangaroes and dingoes as housepets!" John glared.
"I am not, you insane pyromaniac!" Steven growled.
"You want pyromaniac? I can give ya that!" John laughed, turning on the flamethrower. Flames began to fill the office, and took random shapes that looked suspiciously like Wanda in different poses. "HAHAHAHA!"
"You're insane!" Steven screeched, staring at the fire in terror. He glanced toward the window.
"I'd jump, mate. Fire is uncontrollable." John said seriously. Steven glanced nervously at the two story drop. Then back at the cackling fire and pyromaniac in control. He finally decided on the lesser of two evils and jumped.
John giggled, and walked out of the office as it began to burn. He fueled the fire with power, helping it build up to begin to fill the building.
"John, what did you do?" Magneto rubbed the bridge of his nose with two fingers.
"Nothin' mate. The bloke set fire to his office with a match and jumped out the window. He was insane. And racist against Aussies and mutants." John blinked calmly.
"Y' wanna know somet'in' sad, Peter?" Remy asked his calm comrade.
"Vhat?" Piotr asked, having long since given up on teaching them to pronounce his name.
"Dat's one o' 'is mo' believable lies." Remy sighed. Piotr had to agree. John just smiled innocently and walked out to the orbs. The rest of the group followed as the building was consumed in flames.
"Wait... do those flames look like Wanda?" Magneto gasped as they flew away. He recieved no answer from the pyromaniac.
There was John. One more chapter, pretty much arguments at the base, and then comes the Misfits. And then, the New Recruits before the adults. Someone said they wanted it. Who? You have to wait and find out! Ha.
Review Replies.
EE's Skysong: Hehe. John's just insane, so I thought he might have some fun here bothering people. He's destroyed the rest of the building. I really hope those therapists made it out. We need them later.
GambitGirl2008: Thanks! Can't refuse a compliment!
Prexistence: Yeah. He hates the cage. Glad I made you laugh. This therapist just needs to worry about making a full recovery from many broken bones!
Dis Chick Digs Da Fuzzy Dude: Yes. I mentioned it. those things at the bottom of the pages... GAH! I hate them with a passion!
Crash Slayer: Yes. This fic seems to be more focused on scarring the therapists then therapy... Heh...
WeaselChick: Can't ever refuse a compliment! Thanks! And, Remy's head can't be blown off. it loos too good.
vine: Was this good? I stole the FIRE idea and used it like twice, simply because I thought the racist arguments were also fun... YAY! You liked my creepy version of Bella:'D
Realtfarraige: I liked you suggestion! I stole it from you. shifty eyes
Serpents Sphere: Magneto and Sabretooth get their turn in Revenge. Which may or may not be the title of the adults story. Glad ya liked to Remy chapter!
Zero-0: Thank you!
Rogue14: I did. Bella desrves whatever she gets! Bwahaha!
sheikgoddess: So true. Thank you!
Crystaline-Crimson: YAY FRENCH! Anyway, thanks for reviewing. Pietro being freakishly gay? Hmm...
Cat2fat900: Says nothing about you. We all secretly wish such things. :D
Thank you guys for reviewing!
