HI GUYS. Maddyton has to leave in about five minutes so we'll make this quick.

#1.) For our contest thing, check a previous author's note that came before chapter 7.

#2.) IT'S MONDAY MONDAY I HATE HAVING SCHOOL ON MONDAAAAYS. But it's a picnic so Blitzie's skipping. :D

#3.) This is the day after Chapter 8 and Magneto's ranting.

#5.) There is no number four, Alex.

#6.) Hippie's still in love with Maglectra. But she actually prefers Bralex to her baby's ship. This amuses me. :D

#7.) Next part will be up at night. Ohohoho~

LE X-MEN MANSION… AT NIGHT

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When Bree ran into Hadley, the redhead was on her way out.

"Where are you going?" the telepath asked curiously. Hadley beamed. "There's a sale on kitten ears at the costume shop!" she said brightly. "I'm getting extras for all of us so we can get food at the Graham Cracker!"

She glanced at Kahlin, who had passed out on the ground last night, shimmering in and out of her invisible form, and shrugged. "Chameleon can buy her own."

Bree giggled. "So where are you headed? Hot date with Havok?" Hadley grinned wickedly, admiring the lovely shade of magenta her friend turned. "GOD NO!" Bree shrieked.

"God no what…?" Alex passed the two of them and smiled. "Hi, Bree, are you still helping me move the mannequins?"

Hadley glanced at Bree and started snickering before the words set in. Bree nodded while Hadley panicked. "MANNEQUINS?" she squeaked. "LIKE THE MANNEQUINS I'VE BEEN WORKING ON IN THE BACKYARD?"

Alex nodded. "There's one with a magenta bucket over its head and wearing a cape…"

"Actually, it's my bedsheet, but-" Bree started slowly…

"IT'S A CAPE!" Hadley roared, and clapped a hand over her mouth. "…I was making them more realistic," she said meekly when both smart-asses raised eyebrows.

Banshee poked his head out from his room. "So that's why one is bedazzled!" he chirped. Beast stuck his head out of his room just to give the redhead an extremely weirded out look. Banshee pouted. "Whaat?" he whined, and then glanced at Hadley. "Can you buy me extra kitten ears?" he asked.

She sighed. "Fiiine, Seany-Poo."

"SEANY-POO?" All of the X-Men, including Chaaarles, who was upstairs at the time, shouted.

Hadley blinked. "I'm just gonna go now…" She fled as if her life depended on it, and Bree and Alex exchanged a creeped out look. "Maybe we should just move the mannequins," she muttered.

Sean was just on cloud nine.

Kahlin was still out cold, but Beast heard a quiet "ouch!" when Hadley 'accidentally' stepped on something suspiciously human-shaped.

As soon as she left, weird things began happening.

THE LAB

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Beast was doing research in his room, and examining a test tube in a metal container. The container levitated, then launched itself at his head.

When he ducked, it kept trying to attack and dump the… highly acidic and destructive… contents on his head. Afraid, Beast seized a research book and threw it, shattering the test tube and denting the metal. Preventing his death.

Test 1: Passed.

Test 2: Not started.

A click sounded as soon as the test tube shattered, and the blue man's head whipped towards the door. He seized the handle and began pulling frantically.

Hank Beast McCoy was locked in his room and couldn't get out.

And the lock was on the inside.

CHAAARLES' ROOM

KAHLIN INCLUDED. EVEN THOUGH I THOUGHT SHE WAS OOT COLD.

After stirring, Kahlin immediately went Chameleon and snuck into Charles' room, hoping to catch the professor while he was changing. He was busy, actually changing, though his pants were already on, and didn't notice the invisible girl.

When she witnessed him replacing his shirt, and saw bare chest, her expression grew dreamy and dazed, and she almost immediately swooned and collapsed onto the ground, the image dancing beneath her eyelids. This made her shift out of Chameleon mode… as Charles wheeled around.

His eyes widened and his lip curled in disgust at this drooling, unconscious girl at his wheels once he realized why exactly she was out cold. "So not groovy," Charles muttered under his breath.

Suddenly, his wheelchair shot backwards until his back was parallel with the door. "What the devil?" the professor shouted in surprise as the metal creaked in his wheelchair, and the wheels all turned 180 degrees until they were horizontal and completely useless.

Charles' legs weren't working and his wheelchair was suddenly broken, he was blocking the door, and his only exit was out cold.

Kahlin began to move and her eyes fluttered open as Charles began to yell. "MAGNETO!" he roared. "YOU'VE DONE A LOT OF SICK THINGS, BUT THIS CROSSES THE LINE!"

The chameleon was up in a flash at that, shrieking that "no one rapes her Charles but her!" The professor immediately grew quiet. "What…?" he whispered, completely disturbed.

"Oh… nothing!" Kahlin said cheerfully. When she saw his wheelchair, she squeaked. "Charles! Your wheelchair!" She fist pumped enthusiastically and proclaimed that "I WILL SAVE YOU!"

He gave her a dirty look. "Move me and open the door." "Oh, Charles, you're delirious! I think we should stay in here… together… you're in such a bad condition. I think you need mouth-to-mouth!"

THE BATHROOM

URINAL CAKES/GENIE LAMPS NOT INCLUDED

Banshee was zipping his pants up when he heard the noise. After flushing twice and then washing his hands, because Hadley liked cleanliness and wouldn't hand over his kitty ears if his hands weren't clean, he slowly peeked outside of the men's bathroom.

He heard what sounded like someone banging on a door furiously, and with the force being put into it, he was pretty sure it was Beast. There was also arguing coming from upstairs, which sounded like Creepmeleon and Charles… and her voice was lower than his.

Bree and Alex were hoisting Hadley's projects downstairs, and the one with the bucket on its head kept dripping magenta paint. He, as Hadley's "curly top guinea carrot," would be the one to clean it up later. Damn that paint…

After withdrawing back to the comfort of the pee room, Banshee curled up into a fetal position in the shower. He got cold, and then lost in his thoughts about redheads, kitty ears, and finding new pick up lines. Banshee didn't even notice when the shower head detached itself and went on a path straight towards his head, and knocked him unconscious without a problem.

THE METAL ROOM

MANNEQUINS!11!

"So I guess this one represents Magneto," Bree mused as she set the bucket-clad mannequin down. Alex glanced at her. "What makes you think that?" he asked. "It has MAGENTA MAN written on its stomach," she replied.

Both shared a laugh as Alex placed down the one spray painted red with kitty ears and a pipe cleaner tail hot glued to it. "Azazel?" Bree guessed with a grin. They checked the stomach, which sure enough had DEMONIC KITTY written in bold, clearly written Sharpie.

The last one was DEMENTED BUTTERFLY, meant to signify Angel, but cardboard didn't work out so well when it came to wings.

Alex made a face at the mannequins. "I look forward to destroying these," he muttered dryly, examining the odd bunch: a magenta one, one with cardboard wings, one with red skin and kitty ears, a blue one with the words "BLUE PROBLEM" written on its forehead, and one with sequins glued everywhere.

"Wasn't there a sixth person in the Hellfire Club?" Bree asked curiously, scratching her head. Alex blinked. "There's another one?" he asked cluelessly. She smacked him in the back of the head, amused at his silliness.

The two prepared to work with Alex's plasma hula-hoops, because his hips don't lie, and while they were talking about his aim, the door slowly closed itself.

Neither noticed until a small 'click' signified the locking of the door.

"Did you hear something?" Alex asked Bree, utterly confused. She blinked. "I think so…"

They both glanced around and, finding nothing besides the door that could make a random clicking noise, ran and seized the door handle, pulling with combined strength.

"God dammit!" Bree swore, pulling. She glanced up at the ceiling and began to shout. "KAHLIN!" she roared. "GET US OUT OF HERE! I SWEAR TO GOD THAT NEITHER HADLEY NOR I AM ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WITH CHARLES. AND NEITHER IS ALEX. THAT WOULD BE ODD… BUT HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU, SO GET OVER IT AND LET US OUT!"

Alex blanched. "What makes you think Kahlin did it? It was Banshee last time…" "She's Kahlin… and she saw me talking to Charles this morning. This is just her psychotic, Creepmeleon revenge."

THE DRIVEWAY AND FRONT AREA INSIDE HOUSE

KITTEH EARS!

Hadley was carrying a hugeass bag of items from the costume store and humming a random, rather odd tune as she walked up the stairs.

"GUYS!" she shouted when she opened the front door. "THEY HAD MAGENTA KITTY EARS! I BOUGHT THEM ALL! …And some regular colored ones, but THEY HAD MAGENTA!"

When no one answered her shouts, her face fell. "Guuuys…?" Hadley called, looking around the empty mansion. There were some slight banging noises, but she figured that was Kahlin finally getting her way. Even against her object's will.

After glancing around and putting her giant bag down, Hadley yelled for companions again. "MARCO!" When no one responded, she pouted. "It's no fun if you're quiet…"

As her loneliness began to grow more, the redhead began to call out names. "Bree?" she whimpered as she walked around the kitchen. "Bansheep?

"Hank Beast McCoy? Alexaaaander? Sir Professor Man Charles? Anyone?" She paused and sighed. "Kahlin? You know I'm desperate when I'm calling for YOU! I swear to God gaiz, if you jump out and scare me," she shouted, walking towards the dining room, "I'll-"

"You'll what?"

Magneto McMagenta Man was sitting at her dining room table, hands folded neatly. Next to him was a large bowl of candy, Pedobear style, and a turtle painted brown with a pair of kitty ears glued to its shell. "Surprise," the magenta helmed man said dryly. "I was hoping to talk to you, Hadley."

Hadley, of course, did the responsible thing by shrieking "RAPE!" and trying to run. Her watch, however, kept her pulled back. "I just had to wear the watch today," she muttered.

He smiled and pulled her back towards the table with her watch. "I just want to talk," the metal man repeated slowly. Hadley sighed. "Sure. Start talking. You have ten minutes before I go Sparky on your Dancy ass."

Magneto smirked. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Your power."

"If you're trying to recruit me, you can go fu-"

"-dge enjoy. Thank you, Hadley. But no, I am not trying to recruit you. I want to help train you."

Hadley blanched. "You what?" "I want to train you. You have a gift."

She rolled her eyes. "Chameleon has a gift, can you take her instead?" Magneto shuddered. "God no, according to Emma she's a loony. I can't have any loonies under my reign."