The Adventures of Wanda Maximoff

By: Ariesque

Rated: PG or PG-13

Genre: Humor/Romance

Cautions: Mild language and violence if you may.

Disclaimer: Do not own X-Men Evo, or Arkham Ayslum.

A/N: fanfiction would not let me upload my story until this morning. So hope you didn't mind the wait.


February 1

I went into the kitchen for pumpkin cookies and found that there was only the chocolate from John and I started to cry. I mean, really bawling. And it looked so bad: me, kneeling before the refrigerator, sobbing my eyes out wearing my rouge bathrobe, all because I saw a measly box of chocolate. Fred had to come in and calm me down.

Somebody please shoot me now.

February 2

I have to go see John. I have to apologize for this whole mess. But how am I supposed to put it? Hey John, sorry about this whole thing with you going back to Arkham even though you don't remember you were even in there. I know my dad's a turd and I understand if you hate me forever. I hate me forever too. So, see you when you get out.

Yeah, right.

February 3

Postcard from HIM and his SON. "Wish you were here. Regards for the household. Aloha!" And it was from Bermuda. I hate them both.

February 4

Xavier came to see me today. It was a little surprise visit, but I wasn't in the mood to see anyone. Lance was the one to break the news: "Wanda, the Professor is here to see you." I was in bed the whole day, feeling so bad I felt like breaking. Even turning to face Lance took some effort.

"Who asked him to come? I don't want to see him."

"Wanda, you need help. Even Creed thought you could use him."

I hexed a lamp across the room, causing it to splinter into a zillion pieces against the wall nearest Lance. "Does Creed even know me? No! Now leave me ALONE!" I was thinking about what else I could hex into the door, when I noticed Xavier peering into the room like he did when he was observing John through the blinds. It made me feel all the more worse.

The Professor saw me looking and wheeled himself in. I immediately wondered how he got up here in his wheelchair. Fred carried me, was his mind response.

"Thank you, Lance. Don't worry, Ms. Maximoff, I won't take long." Lance left the room; I sat up and tried to look decent.

"This is really unnecessary, Professor," I said. It was very painful to be polite. Xavier gave me a sympathetic smile, knowing my thoughts.

"I know you are upset..."

"You're damn right I am." He raised his eyebrows and actually looked uneasy.

"And I heard about your father and brother's…um, whereabouts."

"Yes, yes. I could've told you about how dysfunctional my family is, but you could have guessed that too." I got off the bed and stalked towards him. Boy, did he look uncomfortable. "I know you want to help, but I don't feel like talking to anyone right now, including you."

"Wanda, please understand that I only seek to aid you through this."

"Through what? Why don't you help John? He's supposedly the madman here."

Xavier frowned. "You believe that, Wanda," he replied, his face like stone. "You want to think that we wouldn't treat him any different if he just stayed at Arkham."

"You sound just like Father!" I hexed him out of my room and remembered he was in a wheelchair and there were stairs. Bad move.

Tearing away from my room, I hexed Xavier unto the first floor before he could go flying down the stairs. He looked a little shocked and did not waste another minute with me. Xavier left with his wheelchair whirring away.

Maybe that's why the Professor came to see me. I mean, look who's going mad now.

February 5

Saw John today. I thought that I should visit him since I got him in this mess in the first place. I should have never believed I could change what has happened with one visit.

Arkham is worse than I could ever imagine. Its high walls and barred doors and windows tell no tall tales. Security is tight; I had a hard time getting in. They made sure I wasn't harboring any weapons before they let me through. Walking down the corridor, a few people came to see who it was and retreated into the shadows when they found I was no one they knew. He was in cell #402, wrapped in a straightjacket and sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was angry.

"John?" I tried getting closer, but then the guard drew me back.

"Careful, he bites," was the reason. John did not move. He just sat there.

So I tried to reach him again. "John, it's me, Wanda." He would not even lift up his head, but I did not let that deter me. "Look, I know it's my fault you're in here. I did not want this to happen—I didn't even know this could happen. Johnny, please, couldn't you at least say something?"

"What's there to say?" he snarled, startling me. I had never heard him so angry. "I'm wearin' a straightjacket in a room crawlin' with rats. Not tah mention it's fuckin' cold here." I had to agree: I was shivering, but I don't think it was only the asylum making me tremble.

"John, please. I realize it was a mistake to try and defy my father…"

"You think? I can't even scratch because they tied my arms."

"He's ready to fight back; watch out," the guard informed me.

"You know what? He's right. You should go, Ms. Maximoff. Because yah aren't making my situation any better." I guess I looked confused because he made his point clearer. "LEAVE!" His shout rang through the empty hall, shaking me to the core. At that point, the guard started leading me away but I broke from his direction and ran back to John's cell.

"You can't do this to me, John. I didn't want you to go back; my Father and Pietro, they went after you…because I love you…"

"I'm decaying in an asylum because I fooled around with yah?" The way he put it just about broke me in two. "If that's the case, I want out…but I guess it's too late for that, huh?"

I was so shocked, I was blubbering. "How can you say that? It wasn't even my fault…"

"No, no. They told me you said I was dangerous. Yeah, I can agree, but did you have tah send me here?"

"John, let me explain," I pleaded. But he would have none of it.

"Guard!" I started to panic; I wouldn't be able to say what I needed to say.

"John, this isn't fair."

"Fair? Don't even get me started, Sheila. I'm in a prison for crazies because of you. I don't even remember being here. So, you should go now, before I do somethin' drastic." I walked out there, defeated and swimming in my own grief.

The guard escorted me out and told me that if John didn't work out, he was available and gave me his number. I was so stunned that I wasn't sure what to do.

After thinking about what has happened today, the one thing I don't get is why John was acting so cold. I mean, he wouldn't even listen to me, dear diary. He wouldn't give me the time of day to explain myself. How can one person change so much in a few days?

How can he do this to me? He, who used to make me so happy, so alive.

He who I still love.

February 6

I went back. Wanda Maximoff does not get defeated so easily.

He wouldn't talk to me today. I told him everything I knew and when I was through, he still wouldn't talk, so I left.

I wonder if he even heard a word I said.

February 7

I was checking my appearance in the bathroom when Todd knocked on the door and asked to come in.

"Where are you going? Don't tell me you're off to see him again," he said, looking annoyed. I ignored his tone and put on some more mascara.

"I will, just not today. What's it to you?"

"It's not just me, Wandy. It's everyone. We're worried about you. What if he kills you?"

"I am very powerful, Todd. That is the least of my worries."

"Very powerful people can get killed too, yo." I looked over at him, and saw that he was serious.

"Don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing."

"Look, Wandy. If I were a madman locked up by the woman I loved, I wouldn't like you very much either." Wrong thing to say. I hexed him through the roof and out of the house, shouting that he better patch that hole in the ceiling when he gets back.

February 8

Rogue was sitting outside the Brotherhood House waiting for me to come home from another unsuccessful visit to John. Dressed in her purple sweater and stark black pants, she looked a little threatening. I slowed down once I finished observing her appearance.

She greeted me friendly enough—I'll give her that much credit. But her eyes told me she was worried, and that made me a little annoyed.

"Come to join the Pity Wanda Bandwagon have we?" I said, without enthusiasm. She got up from her place on the ground and gave me a face.

"Actually, Ah thought maybe we could hang out. Ah mean, Ah've been in dat house before." She smiled softly. "It can get a little stuffy."

"Thanks, Rogue," I said, walking past her. "But I think I'll pass."

"You can't do dis tah yourself, Wanda. It ain't healthy and it ain't yourself." She said this so forcefully, I had to turn back and retaliate.

"Well, I guess I never realized I could be this way, okay?"

"There's a difference between love and obsession."

"This is NOT obsession!" I moved my hand and uprooted the nearest tree. Putting it back in its place, I shrugged my shoulders. "I only want him to know I still love him, but he won't hear it." I sat on the ground, suddenly feeling tired. "I've never seen him so distant. I keep reaching for him but he refuses to even look at me."

"Ah was wonderin' why yah were goin' outta your way just to see him." She sat down next to me.

"I mean, you might not think much of John, but I think he's just fine. Or at least, he was." I wanted to cry so badly and it didn't help when Rogue put her arm around my shoulders.

"Just because he pushes yah away doesn't mean yah have to push us away too." I looked at her comforting me, and I just couldn't imagine how she could possibly know how much love hurts (1). She left, but not before telling me she'll see me for lunch at Fertinelli's on Friday.

Because things can get stuffy at the House.

February 9

Caught a bad cold today because I was out in the snow all morning just to be checked in. Arkham proved to be no warmer. John was out in the back with some other inmates—something about fresh air for those on good behavior. They let him sit a few yards away from the rest of the group while I sat across from him and talked about how things are same ol' same ol' and he suddenly got up and started walking back to the others. I stood up, shaking with melancholy.

"What I don't understand, John, is how you can just forget about what we've both gone through to be with each other." He wouldn't turn to me, so I yelled. "I can't change what has happened to you, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about you--I think about you every single day." I meant to go on, but I was on the verge of sobbing. So much for keeping a straight face.

"I think about you Wanda, and I just get sadder." He was speaking to the ground. "I don't know why you torture yourself coming back here. It's as if there's somethin' yah want."

You, I wanted to say. But it was useless; he was already gone.

I can't grasp what love we had anymore. I guess it hurts too much to remember.

February 10

8 AM

Dreamt I was lying asleep in John's arms. But when I actually woke up, I realized I had tangled myself in my sheets, Father and Evil Twin are still in Bermuda, and John remains in Arkham. Life isn't fair.

11 AM

I went out of my way to get dressed, and when I thought there couldn't be a tear left to cry in me, covered my face with piles of make-up. Besides the beeping headache that's been bothering me all morning, I looked fine.

When I went downstairs, I said hello to Todd who was passing by, and refused the ice cream from Fred. He looked at me blankly and asked didn't I feel bad enough to have some?

Of course, I did. I am worse than disheartened. But I decided I shouldn't pull others into my problems. So I patted his hand, thanked him for his concern, and went on my way.

It doesn't take much to fake being happy around them.

6 PM

Met up with Rogue for lunch. She seemed a little troubled with my spirits, but I blamed it on my cold.

"Wanda, I know you hurt, but it'll kill you to keep up this face." I looked at her like I didn't know what she was talking about.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, which was the wrong thing to say, because it automatically gives you away. But I didn't realize this until I saw her frown at me.

"Wanda, listen to me. I can't stand havin' yah dyin' lahke this, 'specially on me. Let me tahke yah home…"

"Please, Rogue. I get the sweet talk from everyone already. I don't need it from you." I got up to leave, but the headache suddenly surged through my mind and I had to sit down again.

I needed to go, I needed to be alone, I needed to see John, but all I remember next is waking up in bed with ice at my head and chills all over my body.

Gosh, it just gets worse and worse, doesn't it?

February 11

The Boys came in and scolded me for getting sick. I've never seen them so upset. I told them I wasn't going to die and they all freaked out on me. Seriously. They were all, don't ever go back, it's bad for you. I was too weak to protest, so when they left, I stayed where I was and fell asleep for the rest of the day, waking occasionally to take my medicine.

February 12

This is it. I've had all day to think, and in between taking Advil Cold and Sinus and eating Todd's tasteless stew, I've decided that I'm tired of loving John. I don't know if it's the ibuprofen talking, but I sure am so damn exhausted with crying myself to sleep for eleven days straight. He isn't going to turn around and love me again, like I thought he would. I thought it was enough to just keep myself in the picture, to put myself out there for him. I wanted to believe it was worth every tear and getting sick, but seeing myself pale every morning with misery, I don't think it's such a good idea anymore. In fact, I hate it.

I guess I have to agree with John: it isn't fun now. And I want off.

February 13

Rogue came by to see how I was doing. She changed my ice and we talked a little only because I was too tired to carry on a real conversation. And then when she had stopped chatting about her day, I told her about my decision to drop John for good.

She was surprised, I could tell.

"It's not as easy as yah think if yah want tah change your mind about him."

I got a little annoyed. Wasn't she the one who wanted me to stop killing myself over John? "It's not worth it anymore."

"Wow, yah change your mind as fast as he does...no offense." She saw me snarling. "Look, Wanda, Ah think you should do dis gradually."

"Thanks for the opinion, but I'm thinking of just dropping him." She wasn't satisfied with that answer so I tried clearing it up. "If I live with what memories I have of him, I don't think I can go on living at all." It was a shoe-in for my pride: I would continue to exist without a second thought about John. It seemed foolproof—so why was Rogue still bothered?

"Wanda, don't be rash. Think it over."

"But I have!" I put a hand to my forehead. "He's making me do this, you know. I need to get him out of my life so I can move on like he did."

"You can't just give up…"

"I tried, Rogue. I really did." There is no more hope. He won't have me and I can't keep killing myself over him.

It just wouldn't be right for either of us to go on like we have.

February 14

Agatha Harkness herself came to see me today. I was lying in bed, enjoying the peace, when I was awoken by an old, cracking voice: "Where is she? I won't stand for this at all." When I sat up in bed, there she was, holding her trusty black purse and a stick I always thought was a broom.

"Wanda Maximoff! What are you doing sick in bed? When I heard from Raven from Mr. Alvers over there"—she pointed Lance out—"that you were sick in bed, I got it in me to come visit you and see for myself." She put down her bag and gave me a dirty look. "Who ever thought the great Scarlet Witch would allow herself to get sick?"

"I didn't want to get sick," I said, annoyed. "It just happened, Ms. Harkness." She immediately took up her stick and hit me with it. Now I understand what its purpose was.

"Nothing just happens, Ms. Maximoff. Lucky for you, everything can be reversed." She rummaged through her purse; I heard a few bottles clinking during her search. "Now, what exactly do you have?"

I thought about it. "Stuffy nose, cold, cough, and that post-nasal drip stuff."

"Bah! Easy to cure." She pulled out a bright blue bottle containing a mysterious liquid from her bag. "Drink this down." She removed the cork and it actually fizzled.

Looking at it, I decided the potion wasn't the least bit appetizing. "All of it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"I can just about force it down you if you make me, Ms. Maximoff. Now go on—and no vomiting any of it." She waited for me to finish.

A nauseous sensation followed inside of me as she took back the empty bottle but then it disappeared along with my sickness.

"All better. I knew you couldn't stand being in bed that long…how long has it been anyway?" she asked me, as if curing colds was normal for her.

"Five days."

"Too long—much to do. Come up, we must talk." She threw off the sheets for me and I rolled out of bed. "Look at you, all disheveled. You've gotten thinner, haven't you?" I shrugged and guessed so. "It's not becoming, Ms. Maximoff. Remind me to bring my elixir for gaining weight." I made a mental note to purposely forget to tell her. Meanwhile, she had seated herself on a nearby chair and was poking the fireplace with her stick.

I offered to turn it on, but she swatted the log and it immediately lit. Made another mental note to learn how to do that.

"Ah, I see you still have my spell book," she said, peering up at my bookcase. I shrugged again, and didn't have the heart to tell her I don't do well with spells. Taking the book in her hands, she opened it on her lap.

"Ms. Harkness," I said, trying to be polite, "may I ask what was in that cure you gave me for my cold?"

She waved me away with her hand. "Nothing big, Ms. Maximoff. Just toad tongues and the such." I felt a little sick until she reminded me there would be no retching on the carpet. Giving me a curious look, Ms. Harkness suddenly took my arm with her firm grip. "But I don't think it's done much, has it, Ms. Maximoff?" Pulling me close to her face, she studied my countenance. "Raven also mentioned you falling for the local madman—St. John is it?"

I gulped. "How much do you know?"

She released my arm and leaned back in her chair. "Enough. My dear, when one has a broken heart like yours, no potion is too strong to help you forget." She unfolded her reading spectacles and flipped through the enormous book on her tiny lap. "So what kind of revenge would you like this time? We could turn him into a leech…"

"I don't want to do anything to him, Ms. Harkness." She looked up from her reading and raised an eyebrow.

"Of course. Two years ago you would have killed him in a heartbeat. Now," she took off her spectacles and glared at me, "you will allow yourself to become miserable for one measly man. A mad man, even. Yes, yes, you've changed a lot in two years. Especially your weight—too skinny." My heart was beaten and all she could talk about was my weight.

Ms. Harkness continued to pursue the whole potion topic dealing with my love life. "Well, how about something for you?" She offered. "I've got a quick poison if you intend to commit suicide—but I wouldn't recommend it. Too much twitching involved. Or, we could do a little mending of the heart." She pulled out of her purse and thread and needle. "It's the old-fashioned way (which, by the way, is the best method), and it doesn't hurt as much as it looks."

I took one glance and told her to forget it. "Two years ago you would have considered suicide and the like also…" she muttered, but proceeded to put everything away. Agatha let me think for awhile as I focused my mind on the fire for a good time. All that talk about forgetting made me remember what I told Rogue. I was sick of John. If only I could fully put him out of my mind…

Finally, I turned to my mentor. "Get him out of my head," I said, quietly but firmly. Ms. Harkness looked at me thoughtfully.

"I wondered when you'd say the word," she replied, going back to her spell book. "Memory…forgetfulness…ah, here it is." She put the book on my desk and pointed to a page. "This is the answer to all your problems." It wasn't a spell, but a picture of Mastermind and his phone number.

"Him!" That was my lone response during my dumb silence.

"He's the best there is with diluting your memories," she answered, gathering her things. "Come let's drop by his place."

"I don't know." He was involved with John and the whole memory fiasco, and I had second thoughts about letting Mastermind toy with my mind too. Ms. Harkness saw me hesitate and scoffed.

"Fine, think it over, changed Wanda. You aren't as hasty as I remember, or as fat. I'll come back when you've made up your mind."

Watching her get up suddenly made me want to take her arm and hold her back.

"Wait, please, Ms. Harkness." She turned slightly. "I'll go—tomorrow, first thing in the morning."

"Won't do. Mastermind likes dusk. I'll come by around dusk and we'll go together."

We agreed on that. I feel uneasy and apprehensive, but this is what's best for both John and me.

At least, I hope so.

February 15

Agatha took me to see the Mastermind himself. She said she had made an appointment yesterday as soon as she left the House. And this night I found myself trudging through the streets bordering Bayville into a small cottage of a house. As soon as we were by the front door, she thrust something into my arms. It was a jar of instant coffee. I meant to ask what that was all about but she didn't give me a chance to say anything. Pulling me after her, we went into the hut.

Ms. Harkness did not even need to knock—she went right in. And I followed blindly. The room smelled of cooked liver and brimstone and something gone rotten. I shifted the jar of instant coffee into one arm and covered my nose and mouth with the other.

"Mastermind, it's Agatha Harkness here with Scarlet Witch," called Ms. Harkness into the darkness. There came a rustling sound from the corner and out popped the man himself.

"Who dares come into my home?" He asked, coming towards us. I clutched the coffee jar tighter. But before he could stand near us, Agatha took out her stick and let him have it.

"I've made an appointment, you dimwit," she replied, after smacking him a few times. He cowered into a squat and took out a shiny black book.

"Ah yes," he said, after flipping through the pages, not glancing at any of them. "I've been expecting you." He threw the book behind him and it hit God-knows-what as he went into what seemed like the kitchen. "Is there anything I can get you? Water, perhaps?" He opened the cupboards and I caught a glimpse of thousands of instant oatmeal boxes piled up inside.

"That's fine, Mr. Wyngarde. We've come only to negotiate." Ms. Harkness moved a chair close by with her stick as Mastermind brought over a cup and sat in front of us in his plastic covered sofa.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Maximoff," he told me, but I don't recall ever meeting him (2). Paling, he retracted his greeting and corrected himself, telling me that his memory wasn't what it had been and that he took me for someone else. He wasn't very good at lying at all. "Tell me," he went on, "what I can do for the Scarlet Witch."

"Well…" I started, but Agatha butt in.

"She wants you to erase her memory."

"Erase?" He leaned forward and took a good look at me. "I don't erase. I replace. Get it straight or you might as well forget the appointment." He started to snarl, but Ms. Harkness took up her stick and threatened him with it.

"She's the Scarlet Witch. She can kill you before you can do anything to her." Her mouth tilted to the side and she sighed. "But she's not as she should be."

Mastermind sat back and looked a little skeptical. "Well, I don't know. I mean, my powers aren't as they once were. I used to make whole cities disappear by my illusions. At least, I thought so." He smoothed out his side burns and drank something from his cup. When he saw me looking, Mr. Wyngarde offered me instant milk, but I refused. Never before had I heard of instant milk until now.

"I'm not into the whole 'fresh' food," he explained.

"He's a little paranoid," Ms. Harkness told me. This got Mastermind a little upset.

"I am NOT paranoid! I'm just very specific sometimes." Sometimes? Give me a break. He has a plastic covered sofa, for Heaven's sake.

"Usually it's the other way around and people prefer fresh food," she went on. "But that's off subject. We want Ms. Maximoff's memory replaced, if you will."

"Well, that's all doable. But I will have to charge a fee and tip."

"That's why we brought this," my mentor went on. She made me hold up the instant coffee. So that's what it was for.

Mastermind actually jumped up. Never before had I ever seen him this excited—he was twitching like Father after he's had his morning buzz. "Is that Folgers Instant? The instant coffee?"

"Of course it is! You can't find this in those Italian shops along the Bayville River." Well, duh. Hasn't Mastermind ever heard of Vons Supermarket? Apparently not. He could use some coupons. And an air freshener for his house wouldn't hurt either.

Mastermind got up and took the coffee from my arms. After examining the jar and its contents, he steadily approved and told us we'd get my memory replaced as soon as possible.

"I could even do it now, if you'd like." It took a little while to register in my mind. I was already planning on getting out as soon as possible. I always thought Mastermind was this huge, scary person with sideburns bursting out of his face and had a bad twitching problem. I found out today that he was all that plus obsessed with instant food. Ms. Harkness had to nudge me with her stick to get me out of deep thought.

But I couldn't make my decision. All I could think about was what was I doing there to begin with? So I told them I couldn't do it tonight. Made up the excuse I was too lethargic and didn't feel like getting my memory zapped. So Agatha said we'd come back soon, and Mastermind told her that was all right, just as long as he could keep the instant coffee.

So there you have it, dear diary. My chance to let go has officially gotten the better of me. I should just curl up and die somewhere. But it could be worse—I mean, I could be obsessed with instant food too.

February 16

Rogue invited me to the Gotham Skating Rink tomorrow since she heard my cold has gotten better. She also told me to rethink my decision about John. I have. I called Ms. Harkness and told her I'd meet her tomorrow evening to see Mastermind—and that's that.

February 17

I went to see John.

He was out of his cell again on good behavior. At first, he did not even look at me—we were a few yards away from his group, him on a stump and me standing a few feet from him.

I told him of my plans to go to the skating rink later today and wondered aloud about how cold it was. He snorted and started to walk back to show he didn't care.

I stood my ground and called after him that this was the last time he'd ever see me again. He stopped and finally faced me, eyes threatening and stance stiff.

"I just wanted to visit you one more time," I continued. He wanted me to go on—for once, he was interested. My heart ached to have him but my mind told me to carry on with my speech. "I'm going to Mastermind tonight to get my memory erased or whatever he does with his powers." I was nervous under John's gaze.

I felt I needed to explain myself, so I did. "I just want to give up on us as easily as you did." I was trying hard not to cry—and boy, was it difficult. "I've said all I've needed to say. I don't know what it means to love you anymore. You don't give me any reason to love you, to know you. I think we're both tired of this game. I don't deserve what you've put me through, so I'm going to leave and I'm not looking back."

He did not say anything. He only shrugged his shoulders and walked back to his prison group.

And so dear diary, this was how we ended. It was painful, but at least it's over. Now, maybe I can move on.


(1) Little gag referring to Rogue's Diary. I would think Rogue knows exactly what Wanda's going through. Just a hunch I have.

(2) Playing off the episode when Mastermind "erases" Wanda's memory. Or replaces it—I'm not sure.


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