"I Tried"
Furor Paxx (VulgateOfEarth@hotmail.com)
Chapter 11- Calling all Mutants
Still disclaiming...
[Fzzzzzzz. Click. Calling all mutants, calling all mutants... please report to the control room, I repeat, please report to the control room.]
Lance snorted and rolled over. "Huh, whuzzuh fud?" He blearily stared at his pillow for all of three micromilliseconds before he fell back asleep.
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[Fzzzzzzz. Click. Calling all mutants, calling all mutants... please report to the control room, I repeat, please report to the control room.]
Scott shot up in bed, going from a deep sleep to having each and every synapse firing at once. He had been having a dream where he and the Brotherhood were on a mission and suddenly a giant tin man jumped out of nowhere and attacked them...
"Man, what did I eat last night?" He muttered to himself, trying to shake the memories of that crazy dream. He lay back in bed and wondered why he woke up, but signed it off to the dream and fell back into blissful darkness.
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[Fzzzzzzz. Click. Calling all mutants, calling all mutants... please report to the control room, I repeat, please report to the control room.]
Kurt was so tangled up in the bedspreads of Pietro's bed that he didn't even hear, much less wake up.
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"I don't get it, where are they?" Pietro was running around in circles, almost bursting at the seams from excitement. When he saw the door slowly swing open, he actually jumped for joy. "Didja' hear, didja hear? Oh, hi Freddy. Didja? Didja?"
"Uh. Yeah." Freddy said, Todd noticed he looked a bit... flushed.
"You okay, big guy?" Todd asked him as he indicated a barrel near the center of the room that made a perfect stool for the giant.
"Well, I got up to get some food. And Wanda was leaving with that guy. Kaysin." Freddy blushed even more. "I, uh... don't think they'll be back til later today. Much later."
"Oh....kay." Pietro said, slowly digesting what Freddy had said. "So I wasn't loud enough? Is that why no one else came when I called? I was getting worried."
"No, Pietro I don't-" Todd began, but as is often the case with Pietro, was too late.
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[GET YOUR LAZY ASSES OUTTA BED AND COME TO THE CONTROL ROOM!!]
This time, Lance shot out of bed and looked around frantically as a massive earthquake shook Bayville. "What the fuck? What. The. Fuck????"
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Scott was up even faster. He ran out of his bedroom in only his boxers and fairly flew down the stairs to identify the trouble. On his way, he ditched his shades for his battle visor. He skidded to a stop as Kurt teleported into his arms and then disappeared again, only to rematerialize in the kitchen. Amid the BAMFing, smoke, sulfer, breaking glass, alarms and general madness, something occured to Scott.
"DAMMIT, MAXIMOFF!! YOU WILL DIE FOR THIS!!" he screamed at the innocently silent pad next to the lightswitch.
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"Do you think they heard?" Pietro asked at that exact same moment.
Todd was sitting at the computer with several windows up. One was a live camera streamer that cycled through at least thirty different scenes every two seconds. Another was a game of Freecell. The last was a small pop-up window to inform User that seismic activity had been detected, Richter scale of 5.0, point of origin, negative 85 feet, Okay, Cancel or More Information.
"Uh, yeah." Todd glanced at the camera cycler and saw Scott yelling at the speaker in his underwear, Kurt teleporting a million different places at once and Lance nearly falling down the stairs to find out what the hell was going on. "Yep. I think they'll be down in about thirty seconds, tops." Todd very discreetly hid underneath the metal desk that they had pushed against the wall and waited.
Less than five seconds after he was hidden to his satisfaction, Scott made his presence known by bodily lifting Pietro and tossing across the room. Or maybe that was Lance, either way, they were both mad enough, and strong enough to manage it, no problem. Poor Kurt was still upstairs, teleporting in and out of every room and Todd suspected that he would keep doing just that until he either collapsed from exhaustion or managed to calm down.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SCREAMING AT US FROM THAT DAMNED BOX AT... TWO IN THE MORNING?!?!?!"
"I- I just... I. you know.. testing." Pietro whimpered in the face of the two teens' wrath.
It must have been Scott speaking, because suddenly the tempo dropped about a million decibels into that dangerous, 'oh, yeah, you screwed up now' voice. From his place under the desk, Todd couldn't hear what was said, but he got the point. Abusing the speakers was a crime punishable by torture. And then death if Scott and Lance were feeling charitable, which wasn't likely. Todd held his breath as he waited for Pietro to say something to make the situation even worse, but for once in his life, Pietro knew when to shut up. Todd breathed again as he felt the tension slowly leave the room, but before it had really worked it's way out...
BAMF! AHHHHHH!!
Suddenly Todd's perfect hiding place was hurled across the room and he rolled over, coughing up smoke and feverently cursing that damn X-Man for ruining his hiding place.
"Ach mien Gott..." Kurt whispered as he clung to Freddy's leg with every ounce of strength that he and his tail could muster.
"Dammit, Todd. Why didn't you stop him?" Scott growled, pissed as a tom cat who found anther alley cat walking his 'hood.
"Let me first say that you've been around Lance for too long and it's starting to make you violent and irrational and then let me apologize for being so bold as to say so." Todd said in one breath. Scott seemed to understand what he was saying, or maybe not, but at least he lowered his fist and let go of Todd. As the terrified mutant scuttled to the other side of the room, Scott stood, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You try stopping Pietro when he gets his hands on a new gadget."
"Take it apart. All of it. If he has such a hard time controlling himself," Scott paused to glare his hatred at Pietro, "Then we'll just have to eliminate the distraction."
Lance scowled at Todd and Pietro before he left with Scott on his heels.
"Nice going, 'Tro."
Pietro's answer was a small frightened sound, like one a mouse would make after a hawk dropped from the sky to catch it, but suddenly changed direction, headed for bigger game.
"You okay?" Freddy asked, gently patting the top of Kurt's head. When he frantically shook his head 'no', Freddy just nodded and pryed him off his leg. "It's okay, little buddy. They didn't mean anything by it. They were just scared."
"You know what Freddy, I remember this one foster home I went to... they had this rottweiler, and I'll be a spotted poodle if they didn't say that exact same thing about that demon..." Todd smirked.
"Yep.. Animals are usually more scared of you than you are of them." Freddy nodded again. "Nice job cleaning this place up, though. Just in time. The Open House is in two days. We'll probably need all of that cleaning the rest of the house up."
"What?" Pietro demanded. "Everything's ready."
"Not anymore. You know what happens when Lance gets scared." With the serenity of a Buddist priest, or maybe a hurricane that was secure in the knowledge that, yes, it was the baddest mamma-jamma on the block and, no, there was nothing the rest of the universe could do about it, Freddy swept from the room, leaving Kurt, Todd and a devastated Pietro reeling in his wake.
Freddy smiled in the darkness, living in the Brotherhood Mansion was fun, and no amount of all-you-can-eat buffets at the Xavier Mansion could compare.
Furor Paxx (VulgateOfEarth@hotmail.com)
Chapter 11- Calling all Mutants
Still disclaiming...
[Fzzzzzzz. Click. Calling all mutants, calling all mutants... please report to the control room, I repeat, please report to the control room.]
Lance snorted and rolled over. "Huh, whuzzuh fud?" He blearily stared at his pillow for all of three micromilliseconds before he fell back asleep.
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[Fzzzzzzz. Click. Calling all mutants, calling all mutants... please report to the control room, I repeat, please report to the control room.]
Scott shot up in bed, going from a deep sleep to having each and every synapse firing at once. He had been having a dream where he and the Brotherhood were on a mission and suddenly a giant tin man jumped out of nowhere and attacked them...
"Man, what did I eat last night?" He muttered to himself, trying to shake the memories of that crazy dream. He lay back in bed and wondered why he woke up, but signed it off to the dream and fell back into blissful darkness.
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[Fzzzzzzz. Click. Calling all mutants, calling all mutants... please report to the control room, I repeat, please report to the control room.]
Kurt was so tangled up in the bedspreads of Pietro's bed that he didn't even hear, much less wake up.
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"I don't get it, where are they?" Pietro was running around in circles, almost bursting at the seams from excitement. When he saw the door slowly swing open, he actually jumped for joy. "Didja' hear, didja hear? Oh, hi Freddy. Didja? Didja?"
"Uh. Yeah." Freddy said, Todd noticed he looked a bit... flushed.
"You okay, big guy?" Todd asked him as he indicated a barrel near the center of the room that made a perfect stool for the giant.
"Well, I got up to get some food. And Wanda was leaving with that guy. Kaysin." Freddy blushed even more. "I, uh... don't think they'll be back til later today. Much later."
"Oh....kay." Pietro said, slowly digesting what Freddy had said. "So I wasn't loud enough? Is that why no one else came when I called? I was getting worried."
"No, Pietro I don't-" Todd began, but as is often the case with Pietro, was too late.
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[GET YOUR LAZY ASSES OUTTA BED AND COME TO THE CONTROL ROOM!!]
This time, Lance shot out of bed and looked around frantically as a massive earthquake shook Bayville. "What the fuck? What. The. Fuck????"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scott was up even faster. He ran out of his bedroom in only his boxers and fairly flew down the stairs to identify the trouble. On his way, he ditched his shades for his battle visor. He skidded to a stop as Kurt teleported into his arms and then disappeared again, only to rematerialize in the kitchen. Amid the BAMFing, smoke, sulfer, breaking glass, alarms and general madness, something occured to Scott.
"DAMMIT, MAXIMOFF!! YOU WILL DIE FOR THIS!!" he screamed at the innocently silent pad next to the lightswitch.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Do you think they heard?" Pietro asked at that exact same moment.
Todd was sitting at the computer with several windows up. One was a live camera streamer that cycled through at least thirty different scenes every two seconds. Another was a game of Freecell. The last was a small pop-up window to inform User that seismic activity had been detected, Richter scale of 5.0, point of origin, negative 85 feet, Okay, Cancel or More Information.
"Uh, yeah." Todd glanced at the camera cycler and saw Scott yelling at the speaker in his underwear, Kurt teleporting a million different places at once and Lance nearly falling down the stairs to find out what the hell was going on. "Yep. I think they'll be down in about thirty seconds, tops." Todd very discreetly hid underneath the metal desk that they had pushed against the wall and waited.
Less than five seconds after he was hidden to his satisfaction, Scott made his presence known by bodily lifting Pietro and tossing across the room. Or maybe that was Lance, either way, they were both mad enough, and strong enough to manage it, no problem. Poor Kurt was still upstairs, teleporting in and out of every room and Todd suspected that he would keep doing just that until he either collapsed from exhaustion or managed to calm down.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SCREAMING AT US FROM THAT DAMNED BOX AT... TWO IN THE MORNING?!?!?!"
"I- I just... I. you know.. testing." Pietro whimpered in the face of the two teens' wrath.
It must have been Scott speaking, because suddenly the tempo dropped about a million decibels into that dangerous, 'oh, yeah, you screwed up now' voice. From his place under the desk, Todd couldn't hear what was said, but he got the point. Abusing the speakers was a crime punishable by torture. And then death if Scott and Lance were feeling charitable, which wasn't likely. Todd held his breath as he waited for Pietro to say something to make the situation even worse, but for once in his life, Pietro knew when to shut up. Todd breathed again as he felt the tension slowly leave the room, but before it had really worked it's way out...
BAMF! AHHHHHH!!
Suddenly Todd's perfect hiding place was hurled across the room and he rolled over, coughing up smoke and feverently cursing that damn X-Man for ruining his hiding place.
"Ach mien Gott..." Kurt whispered as he clung to Freddy's leg with every ounce of strength that he and his tail could muster.
"Dammit, Todd. Why didn't you stop him?" Scott growled, pissed as a tom cat who found anther alley cat walking his 'hood.
"Let me first say that you've been around Lance for too long and it's starting to make you violent and irrational and then let me apologize for being so bold as to say so." Todd said in one breath. Scott seemed to understand what he was saying, or maybe not, but at least he lowered his fist and let go of Todd. As the terrified mutant scuttled to the other side of the room, Scott stood, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You try stopping Pietro when he gets his hands on a new gadget."
"Take it apart. All of it. If he has such a hard time controlling himself," Scott paused to glare his hatred at Pietro, "Then we'll just have to eliminate the distraction."
Lance scowled at Todd and Pietro before he left with Scott on his heels.
"Nice going, 'Tro."
Pietro's answer was a small frightened sound, like one a mouse would make after a hawk dropped from the sky to catch it, but suddenly changed direction, headed for bigger game.
"You okay?" Freddy asked, gently patting the top of Kurt's head. When he frantically shook his head 'no', Freddy just nodded and pryed him off his leg. "It's okay, little buddy. They didn't mean anything by it. They were just scared."
"You know what Freddy, I remember this one foster home I went to... they had this rottweiler, and I'll be a spotted poodle if they didn't say that exact same thing about that demon..." Todd smirked.
"Yep.. Animals are usually more scared of you than you are of them." Freddy nodded again. "Nice job cleaning this place up, though. Just in time. The Open House is in two days. We'll probably need all of that cleaning the rest of the house up."
"What?" Pietro demanded. "Everything's ready."
"Not anymore. You know what happens when Lance gets scared." With the serenity of a Buddist priest, or maybe a hurricane that was secure in the knowledge that, yes, it was the baddest mamma-jamma on the block and, no, there was nothing the rest of the universe could do about it, Freddy swept from the room, leaving Kurt, Todd and a devastated Pietro reeling in his wake.
Freddy smiled in the darkness, living in the Brotherhood Mansion was fun, and no amount of all-you-can-eat buffets at the Xavier Mansion could compare.