You guys know that I don't own X-Men. You guys SHOULD know that I own all
the OC's except for the three characters that belong to Pyrotic. Anyway,
this is basically a chapter to reintroduce the Brotherhood. It's alright.
"I hate this place," Todd Tolensky (Toad) complained.
The Brotherhood had recently moved into a big, metal shack.
"There's no TV, no radio, no food," Toad continued to whine, "No nothin'!"
"Shut up, you lousy stinkball!" Lance Alvers (Avalanche) snapped. Lance was sitting in a torn up armchair, reading a book.
"Just 'cause you like to read doesn't mean you can spoil everyone else's fun," Toad protested.
"Are you guys fighting again?" Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver) shot into the room, "That's all you guys do since we've moved into this rust bucket."
In the other room, Eddie "Mosquito" Sullivan sighed.
"They're at it again, Pyro."
John Allerdyce just stared at the tin can full of dry leaves and twigs that he had placed on the table. Flicking open his lighter, he ignited the items contained in the can.
"Well, as long as you care," Mosquito rolled his eyes.
Freddy Dukes (Blob) walked out of the kitchen carrying a large plate filled with various foods. He set the plate down on a large table which had become the location of one of the Brotherhood's favorite pastime. Poker. Gathered around the table along with Freddy were: Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Ralph Smith (Paste), Nate Coyler (Pillbug), Dean Palmer (Locust), and Brad Kilburne (Zombie).
"Heeeyyy, Blob," Locust grinned, patting him on the back, "I'm sure you're not going to eat all that, are you?"
"You're kidding, right?" Paste raised an eyebrow, "Blob eats everything on his plate."
"Well, it was worth a try," Locust shrugged, still grinning.
"Pay attention," Gambit snapped his fingers, "It's your bet, grasshopper."
"It's Locust," Locust corrected him, "I'll bet two bucks."
"Wipe that smile off your face," Zombie ordered.
"I can't," Locust explained, "It only comes off on special occasions and when I'm in pain."
"I think we can arrange some pain," Pillbug smirked.
"Just get on with the game," Locust muttered, "Just hearing your voice disgusts me."
The front door suddenly fell off of its hinges and Dan Rivers (Hammerhead) walked in, followed by Jeff Telton (Photon). Both were carrying large packages.
"What have we got here?" Pietro was in the room in the blink of an eye.
"Food," Photon said plainly, setting the packages in the kitchen, "And a stolen TV."
"Of course it's stolen. It's not like we're made of money," Pietro turned to Hammerhead, "How 'bout you, Sharky?"
Hammerhead just smiled, revealing his blade-like teeth. He lifted a piece of the package, uncovering a bloody piece of meat.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Mosquito covered his mouth and left the room in a hurry.
"If you really have to eat that," Pietro said, indicating Hammerhead's package, "do it somewhere else."
Photon walked back from the kitchen and placed the front door back on its hinges.
"What's with this place, anyway?" he asked as Pietro shot from the room and Hammerhead went to enjoy his meal.
"It's rusty," replied Pyro, the only one left in the room, "And it stinks."
"Yeah, but why'd we stay here if we could've picked somewhere better?" Photon hadn't expected an answer to his first question.
"Life is like a can of dried leaves, mate," Pyro stated, "There's nothing wrong with it until someone comes and sets it ablaze."
Photon shook his head and took the TV to the other room, muttering about Pyro's piece of "wisdom".
"Hey, hey!" Toad greeted the TV like an old friend, "Nice to see ya!"
Photon plugged it in, while Toad and Pietro gathered around and Lance put down his book.
"I got dibs on the remote!" Toad snatched the remote from Photon's hand.
Photon just grumbled and sat down while Toad began channel surfing.
"Let's see what's on here," Toad leaned back in his chair, "Hey! Survivor! I haven't seen this for a while! Wait! What happened here? They voted all the cool people off the island! Forget this! Let's watch somethin' else."
"Pick something and stick with it!" Lance groaned.
"We'll watch what I wanna watch," Toad gave Lance a superior look, "The Simpsons! Oh, wait! Reruns! What else is on?"
The other three groaned. Toad continued to flip through the channels, "The Weather Channel, Professional Poker, The Beverly Hillbillies, ooh, what's the late night movie tonight?"
"Go see what's on the news," Photon instructed.
"It's only The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I've seen it and none of that stuff could really happen," Toad continued flipping, "Boy Meets World, SpongeBob, Jeopardy, Sesame Street, ah, here we go, the News, the most exciting of all shows!"
"Cut the sarcasm," Lance ordered.
"You're the one whose second language is sarcasm," Toad commented.
"Work on the comebacks, Toad," Pietro suggested.
"Quiet," Photon made a hand movement to shut them up.
On the screen, a reporter was standing outside a pub, talking, "...so apparently, last night, there was a bar fight here. We have also acquired footage of this incident from a witness who tried to capture the battle on his digital camera."
"Wow, great news. A bar fight," Toad said, obviously bored.
The TV then proceeded to show a balding man and a young black man standing in a bar. There really wasn't a fight on the film because the camera kept flying around. There was a long moment when it focused on one of the windows.
"Waitaminute, whozat?!" Pietro sat up, abruptly.
"The long hair, the shiny eye, it's all looking familiar," Toad's eyes widened.
"I thought he was dead," Lance said, amazed.
"It's Nucleo!" Photon exclaimed. Enjoy it, did you? Possibly... Ah, but my reviewers!!! Yes, that's right! You four reviewers have inspired me to keep up the 'good' work.
Blue Raja: Did you hear that? Keep up the good work. The GOOD work!
Mr. Furious: He's making fun of us.
Shoveler: No, Roy, he saluted us. That was real.
(Mystery Men...good movie) No, seriously, guys...if I could be serious. I love you for your support. Farewell for now!
(asterisk)disappears mysteriously(asterisk)
"I hate this place," Todd Tolensky (Toad) complained.
The Brotherhood had recently moved into a big, metal shack.
"There's no TV, no radio, no food," Toad continued to whine, "No nothin'!"
"Shut up, you lousy stinkball!" Lance Alvers (Avalanche) snapped. Lance was sitting in a torn up armchair, reading a book.
"Just 'cause you like to read doesn't mean you can spoil everyone else's fun," Toad protested.
"Are you guys fighting again?" Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver) shot into the room, "That's all you guys do since we've moved into this rust bucket."
In the other room, Eddie "Mosquito" Sullivan sighed.
"They're at it again, Pyro."
John Allerdyce just stared at the tin can full of dry leaves and twigs that he had placed on the table. Flicking open his lighter, he ignited the items contained in the can.
"Well, as long as you care," Mosquito rolled his eyes.
Freddy Dukes (Blob) walked out of the kitchen carrying a large plate filled with various foods. He set the plate down on a large table which had become the location of one of the Brotherhood's favorite pastime. Poker. Gathered around the table along with Freddy were: Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Ralph Smith (Paste), Nate Coyler (Pillbug), Dean Palmer (Locust), and Brad Kilburne (Zombie).
"Heeeyyy, Blob," Locust grinned, patting him on the back, "I'm sure you're not going to eat all that, are you?"
"You're kidding, right?" Paste raised an eyebrow, "Blob eats everything on his plate."
"Well, it was worth a try," Locust shrugged, still grinning.
"Pay attention," Gambit snapped his fingers, "It's your bet, grasshopper."
"It's Locust," Locust corrected him, "I'll bet two bucks."
"Wipe that smile off your face," Zombie ordered.
"I can't," Locust explained, "It only comes off on special occasions and when I'm in pain."
"I think we can arrange some pain," Pillbug smirked.
"Just get on with the game," Locust muttered, "Just hearing your voice disgusts me."
The front door suddenly fell off of its hinges and Dan Rivers (Hammerhead) walked in, followed by Jeff Telton (Photon). Both were carrying large packages.
"What have we got here?" Pietro was in the room in the blink of an eye.
"Food," Photon said plainly, setting the packages in the kitchen, "And a stolen TV."
"Of course it's stolen. It's not like we're made of money," Pietro turned to Hammerhead, "How 'bout you, Sharky?"
Hammerhead just smiled, revealing his blade-like teeth. He lifted a piece of the package, uncovering a bloody piece of meat.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Mosquito covered his mouth and left the room in a hurry.
"If you really have to eat that," Pietro said, indicating Hammerhead's package, "do it somewhere else."
Photon walked back from the kitchen and placed the front door back on its hinges.
"What's with this place, anyway?" he asked as Pietro shot from the room and Hammerhead went to enjoy his meal.
"It's rusty," replied Pyro, the only one left in the room, "And it stinks."
"Yeah, but why'd we stay here if we could've picked somewhere better?" Photon hadn't expected an answer to his first question.
"Life is like a can of dried leaves, mate," Pyro stated, "There's nothing wrong with it until someone comes and sets it ablaze."
Photon shook his head and took the TV to the other room, muttering about Pyro's piece of "wisdom".
"Hey, hey!" Toad greeted the TV like an old friend, "Nice to see ya!"
Photon plugged it in, while Toad and Pietro gathered around and Lance put down his book.
"I got dibs on the remote!" Toad snatched the remote from Photon's hand.
Photon just grumbled and sat down while Toad began channel surfing.
"Let's see what's on here," Toad leaned back in his chair, "Hey! Survivor! I haven't seen this for a while! Wait! What happened here? They voted all the cool people off the island! Forget this! Let's watch somethin' else."
"Pick something and stick with it!" Lance groaned.
"We'll watch what I wanna watch," Toad gave Lance a superior look, "The Simpsons! Oh, wait! Reruns! What else is on?"
The other three groaned. Toad continued to flip through the channels, "The Weather Channel, Professional Poker, The Beverly Hillbillies, ooh, what's the late night movie tonight?"
"Go see what's on the news," Photon instructed.
"It's only The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. I've seen it and none of that stuff could really happen," Toad continued flipping, "Boy Meets World, SpongeBob, Jeopardy, Sesame Street, ah, here we go, the News, the most exciting of all shows!"
"Cut the sarcasm," Lance ordered.
"You're the one whose second language is sarcasm," Toad commented.
"Work on the comebacks, Toad," Pietro suggested.
"Quiet," Photon made a hand movement to shut them up.
On the screen, a reporter was standing outside a pub, talking, "...so apparently, last night, there was a bar fight here. We have also acquired footage of this incident from a witness who tried to capture the battle on his digital camera."
"Wow, great news. A bar fight," Toad said, obviously bored.
The TV then proceeded to show a balding man and a young black man standing in a bar. There really wasn't a fight on the film because the camera kept flying around. There was a long moment when it focused on one of the windows.
"Waitaminute, whozat?!" Pietro sat up, abruptly.
"The long hair, the shiny eye, it's all looking familiar," Toad's eyes widened.
"I thought he was dead," Lance said, amazed.
"It's Nucleo!" Photon exclaimed. Enjoy it, did you? Possibly... Ah, but my reviewers!!! Yes, that's right! You four reviewers have inspired me to keep up the 'good' work.
Blue Raja: Did you hear that? Keep up the good work. The GOOD work!
Mr. Furious: He's making fun of us.
Shoveler: No, Roy, he saluted us. That was real.
(Mystery Men...good movie) No, seriously, guys...if I could be serious. I love you for your support. Farewell for now!
(asterisk)disappears mysteriously(asterisk)