HAY GAIZ. HIPPIE HAS NO LIFE AT ALL SO SHE KEEPS GOING TO BLITZIE'S. So these keep getting done too early.
The training montage begins! And Bree turns into a kickass person! :D and blitzie is connected to bree, so therefore blitzie is (apparently) a kickass person.
and hippie thanks everyone for the comments about hadley, since hadley is her/her baby. c:
also, according to hippie as well, there have been questions about TEH ROMANCE!111!.!$#%8
So, I'm spoiling all of the COUPLES. If they weren't obvious. Cause Blitzie don't do subtle.
Bralex/Phobak: Bree and Alex, of course. They're like total BFFS at first and then that develops into a budding romance. I'd say that's the best type of relationship. And Lucas Till agrees. Go watch "You Belong With Me." And according to Hippie, he went to prison in X-Men verse after killing his prom date [Swift] with his "hula hoops of death." I wonder about her... but anyways, they're probably the closest couple because they, besides the fact there are no stalkers in play, consider each other both best friends and lovers in the end.
Charlin/Profmeleon: ...For all of those who supported Hadley/Chaaarles in the beginning, I am sorry. But we all know that his true love is Magneto. Except in this story /brick'd./ Anyways, since Kahlin is so much like a buddy of ours who is... a bit of a creeper at times, she's the creepy stalker of the story. :D Charles feels bad for her. She's obsessed with him. Maybe they'll date... because he questions how much her sanity will detoriorate even more if she's forever alone. Keep reading.
Erley/Maglectra: And since Chaarles is busy in this story, Magneto develops a strange fascination with Hadley due to the fact she's all "herp derp metal conducts electricity." And then it leads to Kahlin-like-obsession except it's mutual. ;)
The end! Enjoy doods. And since Hippie likes Blitzie's house too much, chapter 6 should be here soon. Probably. Cause Hippie's here so much she's been offered a room in my house.
OH! And Hippie and I want it to be known that, for every three hours there are no reviews, Chaaarles' eyes lose some of their sparkle. SAVE THE SEXINESS, PEEPS!
"Metal does what?" Magneto demanded.
Emma rolled her eyes. "It's quite simple, really," she replied coolly. "Metal. Conducts. Electricity. She's an electrokinetic. You're metalkinetic. Or magnetokinetic, I'm not exactly sure which. Point is, you control metal. And once she hit your metal, she sent out sparks, which in turn connected with you."
Azazel raised an eyebrow. "How is that simple?" he growled, tail swishing back and forth behind his head. Raven sighed. "Just cool it," she snapped at him. "Point is, that girl can use Magneto's power against him."
"Or," Angel interjected, "simply kick his ass." "That works too, Angel… thanks for the input."
The Hellfire Club all exchanged looks, and Emma shrugged. "If she can, um, "kick Magneto's ass" all by herself," she said slowly, "then imagine what would happen if she and Magneto worked together."
DO NOT WANT
DO NOT WANT
DO NOT WANT
Emma winced. "Oh, my god, I can sense all of your thoughts. Who keeps thinking "do not want?"
Magneto blanched. "Sorry, Emma." "…I can't read your thoughts, Magneto. You're wearing your helmet."
Raven smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. That girl's just… crazy."
"You know what they say," Angel interjected dryly with a pointed look directed towards Magneto, "crazy attracts even more crazy."
CHAAAARLES'S MAAAAANSION
Can anyone guess the year? Anyone? Anyone? 2011? What are you smoking? It's 1963!
Hadley blinked. "What's conductivity?" she asked hastily when Charles was finished. The professor was giving a similar speech to the one Emma Frost did, only with much larger words and much less understanding by his peers. And nothing whatsoever about the crazy and crazy getting together.
"I'm not explaining again," Charles said tiredly. "Just know that you," he grinned, "have one groovy mutation." Kahlin pouted and shimmered into Chameleon mode at the lack of attention. No one really noticed at the time.
The electrokinetic giggled. "I do, don't I?" she mused, and then suddenly dropped to the ground, shrieking in pain. Something was trying to whack her, but no one could figure out what. "IT'S THE FROSTY LADY!" Hadley whined. "THE ABOMINABLE SNOWWOMAN! ARGH!"
Bree sighed. "Kahlin," she snapped, stomping over to the ground above Hadley. Her knee shot into the air, and connected with Kahlin's invisible cheek. "Stop attacking Hadley!" the telepath growled as Kahlin shifted back into colorful mode and collapsed to the ground, sporting what appeared to be a swollen, and very bruised cheek.
"…You kick major ass," Hadley noted. "But uh, how did you hit her face?" "She was bending over. Bend+knee=face being owned." Bree smiled as Kahlin pouted.
Beast and Charles both shared an exasperated look. "Okay, X-Men," the professor told them, "Hank and I have been discussing some things, and we think you should be trained."
"Should I hightail it to the metal room in the basement?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. Charles laughed. "I was hoping you'd be able to take Hadley down there and introduce her to the metal." He laughed again, and his blue eyes sparkled. "Yeah, cause that room made of metal is so not going to come back to bite you in the ass later," Bree muttered.
Now, now, Bree, what did I say about language?
Yet Hadley can say kick ass? Bite me, professor.
Language!
Hadley blinked. "Metal room?" she laughed. "Sounds fun!" Beast nodded, and glanced at Kahlin. "Kahlin appears to be… indesposed at the moment, so that leaves you." He glanced at Bree, and gave her a calm smile. "Charles offered to help you with your telepathic gift, and since Havok," he gave Alex a disapproving glance, "likes hitting things and people with baseball bats, he can help you with the physical training. You've got a rather powerful kick."
Bree raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it a bad idea to use purely physical power against mutants with superhuman powers?" she asked. Charles smiled. "Maybe, but it's always useful against Azazel. We've lost almost all of our long range fighters, and since he has a habit of grabbing people, you could probably throw a punch before he tries to drop you."
"Did someone say Banshee?" The teenage boy swaggered over to Bree and flashed her another smile. She gave him a withering glance and stomped over to stand by Charles, who creeped her out way less. "No, idiot," Alex snapped. "We were actually discussing Azazel."
Hadley was standing over Banshee and surveying him. "Can I spike your hair? It's annoying me." He gave her a flirtatious smile. "Only if you're willing to go get a bite to eat and talk about it sometime, after all, you like spikes, I'm willing to like spikes…" She shot him a look. "Sorry. No."
Real men wear magenta.
Bree raised an eyebrow at this thought of Hadley's. "Real men wear magenta?" she asked dryly, and the redhead turned a shade that matched her hair. "I didn't mean that!" she squeaked. "Get out of my head!" Banshee laughed. "I'm willing to like magenta too!" he offered.
THE METAL ROOM IN THE BASEMENT
HAPPY NEW YEAR! IT'S… STILL 1963! 3
Hadley was gaping as she examined the scorch marks all over the walls and the ceiling, the metal bars stacked in the corner, and the destroyed targets scattered all over. "It's beautiful!" she breathed. Alex snorted. "Yeah, yeah." He turned to leave. "Have fun."
She glanced at him. "Aren't you supposed to help?" "Nah. I'm going to help Bree kick more ass. Go nuts, Electra." Alex sent her a wry smile. "Don't kill yourself on the first day. Save it for at least the third." He left the metal room, with Hadley standing there and staring at his retreating back before focusing on abusing the metal around her so she could create more power for herself.
THE FRONT LAWN WITH THE DESTROYED BUSH
Beast was setting up manequins on the lawn for Bree to use. "I rigged them with wires to mimic nerves, and packets of fake blood. There are also pieces that work for bones, so you can get more accurate and destructive with your moves." He smiled at her. "Just… save it for a battle in which they're actually fighting to kill you, okay? I don't want you to become a killer."
She shook her head. "I don't want to become one myself, but if it's me vs. someone, then you can bet I'll be looking for myself. Even with that Emma Frost, if I kick hard enough I can probably crack the crystal. Hopefully." Bree cracked a grin and examined her opponents .There were six life-sized dolls staring her in the eye. "…These are creepy," she mused, examining them.
Alex ran up right as Beast finished placing the last doll. "Sorry I'm late, Bozo!" he called over to Beast, then glanced at Bree. "What did I miss?"
Bree raised an eyebrow. "Nothing. Shouldn't you be with Hadley?" He shrugged. "She's fine." A sudden, rather loud "BOOM!" emitting from the basement startled both of them. "Okay, mostly fine," he said sheepishly.
Both laughed, and Bree glanced at her targets. She glanced at Alex. "Before I begin, any pointers?" He stared at the models and nodded. "If you can kick that high," he told her, "go for the temples. Also the neck, back of it preferably, and the ches t for females." He pointed downward. "And a well placed kick in the balls is never fun for any guy. I think Bozo, sorry, Beast, rigged these, so they're actually able to move and mime the motions that would happen if you hit a certain spot."
Bree nodded, cracking her knuckles. "Got it!" She tilted her head to try and crack her neck, cracked her knuckles again, and grinned wickedly. She lunged for the doll, darted around to the back, jumped, and tried a roundhouse kick to the temple. Instead, her foot connected with the side of the doll's neck, and the swing took the head clean off of the practice target.
Alex laughed. "Holy shit, Bree," he whispered, shaking his head as he examined the fake blood spurting out of the neck stump. The doll's design had it collapse almost immediately. Bree whistled. "That would so not happen in real life against a real enemy," she mused.
"At least you know if you miss you're still owning enemies," Alex joked. He glanced at her. "May I finish this off?" he asked. She nodded. "Go ahead." He balled his hands into fists and concentrated. When the plasma shot from his body and incinerated the decapitated target, both trainees cheered.
The telepath smiled. Good job. She sent the thought over to Alex, who smiled. "Thanks," he said cheerfully, or as cheerfully a convict could muster. "Now keep trying."