Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!
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: Ok that's it for adding new people in this story. No more. I promise.
Gecko's Mistake
"So." Pietro was up and talking with Gecko in the infirmary. "What's the deal with skateboarding?"
"Just something I like to do." Gecko said as he flipped through a magazine and then looked at his watch. "My parents are probably flipping out by now."
"Really?" Pietro asked.
"No, they don't give a damn where I am, I just like to pretend they do sometimes." Gecko grumbled. "I'm just glad I'm not a mutant, no offense, or I'd be on dead Gecko."
"Yikes." Pietro knew what Gecko meant.
"Yeah, ma and pa ain't exactly the most understandin'." Gecko smiled. "Even more so when you realize they're both Purists and FOH."
"Wow…" Pietro was shocked.
"Yeah." Gecko smiled. "So what's with your sister's necklace?"
"Huh?" Pietro asked.
"I could have sworn I saw some guy looking at me through it when she showed it to me earlier." Gecko said.
"Ah…" Pietro tried to think of an answer.
"That'd be me." Perfection appeared with devil horns. "I'm Wanda's boyfriend. I also happen to be an ultimately powerful being in charge of chaos. So please, hit on her… I DARE YOU!"
At this point Geck was out of the room running down the halls screaming for his life. Pietro could only groan. Seconds later Wanda came storming in.
"Did you just threaten Pietro's only friend?" She asked angrily.
"I didn't threaten him." Perfection defended himself. "I only gave him a friendly warning not to get any ideas about you."
"He's not my only friend!" Pietro said indignantly.
"He ran screaming to Hawk about a crazy demon with green eyes that controls chaos!" Wanda shouted, ignoring her brother.
"Ok maybe I over did it..." Perfection admitted.
"Arcade's my friend!" Pietro shouted.
"I'll go apologize…" Perfection sighed.
"Fred's my friend!" Pietro shouted.
"YOU WISH!" Fred shouted back.
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"What was that?" Gecko looked around nervously as he looked around the turtles' lair. He had gone back with Mikey as soon as he ran into him. "I mean seriously, I know it wasn't a mutant."
"Perfection is a Scion." Donatello said as he walked out of the kitchen and over to his computer and activated a slide show. "Watch this."
Gecko sighed and watched the slide show. In it he was shown the Scions and given a brief explanation of their power (the exception was Destiny, as the Turtles had no knowledge of its existence) and a brief overview of the Verge.
"Oh this is my favorite part." Perfection appeared as the screen flipped to his image.
"AAHHHH!" Gecko leapt behind the turtle's couch.
"Gee, you frighten the living beejeeses out of a guy and he never forgives you." Perfection sighed as he levitated Gecko back to the chair.
"Please don't kill me." Gecko squeaked.
"Oh, jeeze, have you got the wrong Scion." Perfection laughed. "I'm Chaos, not Death."
Gecko only whimpered.
"I see, not the talkative type." Perfection said as he scratched the back of his head. "Uh… listen kid, I didn't mean to make you crap your pants or anything, but Wanda means more to me than just about anything."
Suddenly a puff of smoke cleared and Chybee was on the floor pouting.
"I said just about." Perfection wagged his finger at the little imp. "You're right up there with her."
Satisfied with Perfection's answer Chybee giggled and vanished in another puff of smoke.
"What was that?" Gecko asked.
"Who." Perfection corrected. "I guess you could call him my son. I took him in after his universe ended and he's been such a handful there really can't be any other way to describe him."
"Ok." Gecko stood up warily.
"Just promise me you won't try to steal Wanda from me and we'll get along perfectly." Perfection said with an odd straightforwardness.
"Ok." Gecko said with a smile. "How about that Fire star girl?"
"Ehhh… wouldn't try it." Perfection said. "Misfits are perpetually trying to get her and Lance together."
"Oh." Gecko sighed.
"Hey, don't worry about it. You're young, you're handsome and you're a skater so you might just end up marrying a model." Perfection smiled.
"Heh, thanks." Gecko sighed.
"Right well, I gotta split. Some dingleberry in another universe thought it'd be fun to release a dozen or so cloned dinosaurs onto the Las Vegas strip." Perfection smiled.
"You're going to fix it?" Gecko asked.
"Heck no." Perfection smiled, "I'm going to watch it!" Then he was gone.
"So how was the Slide show?" Donatello asked as he came out of the kitchen again.
"It was… informative." Gecko smiled.
"Yeah, well if you want we can drop you off at your house." Donatello gave the young human a slap on the back. Gecko had quickly gotten close to the turtles and many of the Misfits and it was no wonder why, the young man had a very open mind and was more than willing to be a friend in exchange for equal friendship, and fridge raiding rights.
"Yeah, that sounds good, I'm wiped after today." Gecko smiled.
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"See you guys later." Gecko shouted to Donny and Mike as they pulled away from his drive way.
Gecko stared at his house and lawn for a few minutes. The lawn was dead, save for the few patches of weeds, the paint was peeling and the front walk way was a hazard of broken glass and sharp stones. It was nothing like the Misfit Manor, and he knew that comparison was exact on the inside. His mother was a constant workaholic as a secretary at Saki Tech. Inc. His father was a lifetime looser who was either in jail, drinking or getting his ass kicked in a bar fight. Worst of all though his parents never fought, except when it came to him; they hated everything he liked. It went doubly so for mutants.
"Hey, I'm home!" He shouted as he walked through the front door.
"HEY!" Gecko turned at a different voice. It was his grandfather, a World War II Vet with all the love and compassion of a whole family. "You ain't gonna say hi to your grandpa?"
"Grandpa!" Gecko dropped his skateboard and gave his grandfather a hug. Seconds later he was ripped from his grandfather's arms by his father.
"GET ON UPSTAIRS YOU LITTLE PUNK!" His father shouted.
Gecko looked at his grandfather who nodded slowly. Gecko got up begrudgingly and grabbed his board as he went up. When he closed his door he heard the sound of his father and grandfather arguing, another common occurrence.
"So sick of this." Gecko groaned as he kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed.
The next morning Gecko woke up to one of the singularly most frightening moments of his life. The giant Rhino mutant from the day before was holding the an assault rifleto his head.
"Told ya I'd get ya." He sneered.
"Yo Rock, remember Sinister wants him and his folks ALIVE." The voice of his partner echoed from his parent's room.
"What about the old man?" Rocksteady shouted.
"Leave'em." Bebop snorted. "He's too old, the process would kill him."
Rocksteady turned back to Gecko. "Get up, punk."
Gecko got up slowly and grabbed his board out of instinct.
"Leave it." Rocksteady snorted in anger, "Get moving."
Without a thought Gecko bolted for his bedroom window and threw the board ahead of him, he landed with a thud on the front lawn.
"STUPID BRAT!" Rocksteady charged through the wall that held the window and landed next to Gecko and grabbed him by the neck. "You're not getting away!"
"Let me go you stupid rhino!" Gecko tried to fight the large mutant off.
"Get in there!" Rocksteady ignored the struggling boy and tossed him into the rear of a large van parked in their driveway.
"LET ME OUT!" Gecko shouted as he watched from the window as the large rhino stomped his board in half. At that moment he realized he was no longer a free person.
