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Mutant High Episode 2- "The Brotherhood Revealed"
Chapter 2

"What's your catch?"

The challenger was the girl, of course. Wanda. A beautiful girl, her beyond her year's wisdom glittering behind her black-lined eyes. Her pale hand moved to brush a lock of her long black hair away from her chest, further exposing her abuse of the school's uniform.

"There is no catch, Wanda. I need you to trust me. I'm in the same situation you are. This fight goes far beyond this school," explained Eric Lensherr, the handsome lawyer who was currently meeting with the twins.

It had been Friday of the prior week when Eric first heard about the commotion in the Berkshire Mountains. The board of the Massachusetts School, a famed boarding school in the same state that bears its name, had recently been faced with a decision. It had been discovered, through public display, that two of the schools students possessed mutant abilities.

Out of terror, the parents of the school's students acted, bombarding the school with angry letters and phone calls, concerning the supposed threat of mutants. Threatened by lawsuits from hundreds of parents, the school eventually decided it was in their best interest to expel the twins Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, the mutants in question. At this point, Eric knew he had to fight for them.

"Come ON, Wanda. He's willing to do it for FREE," urged her brother angrily. In stark contrast to her dark locks, Pietro's hair was a short, platinum blonde, his eyes a searing blue.

"Sorry," Wanda laughed. "I've been waiting to long to get out of this shithole, and this is my ticket. I don't need to deal with this environment any longer- my brain's rotted away enough as it is."

Eric Lehnsherr, the lawyer, chuckled at the girl's rage. Pietro's expression only grew angrier.

"Are you kidding me? Wanda, maybe if you didn't have to be such a freak, you would actually LIKE this place!"

Wanda slowly stepped up from her chair, putting a hand on her brother's shoulder.

"Pietro, maybe if you quit while you're ahead, I won't break both of your legs."

"If you can catch me."

"Do you really want to test that?"

The siblings' bickering was halted by a sharp cough from Eric. Slowly, they both stepped away from each other, Wanda sitting back in the seat across from Eric, Pietro on the windowsill.

"May I continue?" He asked them both. He got no response from either. He took it as a 'yes'.

"Wanda," he started, " I'd like if we could talk. Alright? I don't want you to think about who I am, or what I want, or what your brother wants. Just let me talk with you. Do you think you'll be willing to do that?" He looked at her, his blue eyes sparkling. She begrudgingly nodded.

"Thank you, Wanda," Eric acknowledged, grinning widely. His smiled dissipated, and he began his questioning.

"You said this school is a shithole."

"Well, it is." Her response bit.

"Why?"

"Because it is. Alright? It's part of its nature. Like our mutations. Pietro's and mine, I mean."

"Fair enough." Eric leaned back in the chair and inhaled deeply. He had to sway this girl. This case was huge. It needed to be taken.

"Alright. Let me reiterate. This school's state is as unchanging as the mutant genes that run through your flesh. Your brother's flesh."

Wanda nodded. She didn't speak, but her eyes conveyed her message. Get to the point.

"Your mutant genes are as unchanging as mine, you know," He said. To demonstrate, he gestured toward the stack of files, holding the information on the case so far. Without touching it, he pulled the paperclip off, and let it hover in midair, slowly bending itself, changing it's shape, until it twisted into a heart.

Wanda said nothing for a while. Pietro stared off, distractedly, his tapping foot the only noise in the otherwise silent room.

"It's not just being a mutant," Wanda lamented. She looked at the floor, her black hair swinging into her face. "Even before then, I've been different here. It wouldn't matter if I were normal. They would still think I'm a freak, and I'd still hate them."

"Who's 'they'?" Eric inquired, slowly leaning towards her.

"Everyone." Wanda's voice was confident, but it was saturated by a tone of despair. Eric closed his eyes, and nodded.

"Then how about this?" Eric began. "We won't fight to keep you in this school, Wanda. We'll fight to keep everyone out of it. I'll help you to shut the school down."

"WHAT?" Roared Pietro, zipping across the room in a second to face Eric. "That's the biggest load of crap I've ever heard! What the hell is that going to accomplish?"

Pietro breathed heavily due to his hyperventilation, while glaring at Eric intently. Saying nothing, Eric simply smiled.

"I like that plan," Wanda told Eric. Eric was overjoyed to see what appeared to be an honestly happy smile cross her face. But the smile was soon gone, her brow intensified in worry. "Can you really do that? Get this school closed down?"

Eric nodded. "I can try, at the most. I can't guarantee you anything." Meanwhile, Pietro fumed.

"You're IGNORING me? Some fair lawyer you are!" He yelled, his voice nearly cracking.

"Shut up, Pietro," Wanda ordered. Her icy glare was now focused on her brother, and it managed to silence him with relative ease. "What the hell do you have here? Are you as blind as you are stupid? Your waspy friends don't give a flying fuck about you now, Pietro. You're a 'mutant freak.' Just like your batty sister. There's no room in the 'Perfect Rich Brat' Club now. So what do you have to lose?"

Pietro was silent. Stunned. He bit his lip, chewing a bit, and then retorted.

"You don't know them like I do, Wanda-"

"You're right, I know them better. I know all the cruel, nasty, hideous things they're capable of saying to someone," Wanda screamed, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Not those fake, storebought assholes you call your 'friends'. I thought you CARED about me, Pietro, I really did, but I am sick of you standing up for them. You've seen everything they've put me through, and you've done nothing. So now's your chance. You can Kowtow, or DO something."

Pietro sighed. "Alright. I'm in. But I have to say. I'm really not sure if you can sue them into closing."

Eric nodded.

"Maybe so. Maybe we can't win with law. But I assure you. We're more than capable of winning by force."