black angel's wing - well, we're just gonna jump straight into the chapter, considering how tired I am right now. Volleyball season started, and it's killing me already. Oh, and don't kill me when I don't update as often as I have been, I've got a Tom of stuff on my plate.
Yeah, and thanks to my reviewers and followers and favoriters, y'all are fantastic!
Disclaimer : I don't own X - Men : Evolution. Just Calypso.
Chapter 6. Meet the Boys
"Alright Cal, let's hurry before any of your loser friends show up," ordered Lance as soon as the bell had rung, signaling the end of the school day. She scowled at the nickname and began to call him a few of her own in her mind, but allowed him to take her elbow and lead her through the sea of people in the hallways, thankful that she didn't need to stop by her locker for any books.
Once outside, he walked hurriedly toward a large green jeep. Tossing his backpack haphazardly into the backseat, he clambered in through the driver's side door. He fumbled nervously with his keys, and once he finally got them into the ignition, started the engine. His hands grasped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were beginning to turn white from the pressure. His eyes were constantly scanning the crowd of people, and he motioned for Calypso to hop into the passenger seat. She did so quickly, and he rocketed off of school grounds.
They had driven about a mile, and he had finally relaxed his grasp on the steering wheel. Sighing in obvious relief, he turned to his new companion.
"I'm surprised nobody managed to spot us. What with the reaction we got from your little friends when they found out that I had been accepted back to school, I'd have thought that they'd keep a closer eye on me."
She glanced at him curiously for a moment, wondering what had happened. He took notice of her confusion and took the liberty of explaining, although it was the summarized version of events.
"Our old Principal Kelly expelled the boys and I last year, pretty much because we were mutants. He got some government position and resigned from being principal, so I re-applied for my senior year. The new principal agreed as long as I promised that I wouldn't cause any problems, so back I am," he explained casually, as if it were no big deal. "The others didn't want to come back, so it's just me."
There was some other reason that he had come back to school, and she could feel it. Alas, since she couldn't vocally ask, she would have to play the guessing game.
"The folks down at your Institute weren't very happy about that, but they couldn't do much except make empty threats." Lance then smiled. All was silent for the remainder of the ride.
"Here we are," he announced as they pulled up to an older looking building. As they drove up the driveway towards the house, Calypso caught sight of the sign out from that read, 'The Brotherhood of Bayville Boarding House.'
Her eyes raked over the building itself as they pulled to a stop. It was a large home or a small mansion, depending on how one looked at it. The outer walls appeared to be a faded pink color, and the shingles on the roof a darker purple.
"Come on inside," the boy invited as he exited the vehicle, grabbing his backpack as he went. "I'll introduce you to the boys and Wanda."
'Wanda?' she wondered, exasperated, as she followed his lead. 'Wanda doesn't sound like a boys name.'
Warily, she followed Lance through the open front door. Almost immediately, she noticed how dirty the place was, and had an immediate dislike for whoever lived there. Lance had walked through a doorway to the right, and she followed him at a cautious pace.
In the room were two boys, sitting side by side on a lumpy sofa, yelling at the wrestling match that was displayed on the small television set. They boy on the right was a very large, to say the least. He wore a huge, tan colored tank top with a ripped black leather jacket over top of it. Dark grey cargo pants covered his shirt legs, and were tucked into brown combat boots. He had a short blonde mohawk as well, and he rubbed it nervously when she made eye contact with him.
The other was strange as well. His skin was an unusual mixed shade of very pale grey and very pale green. He wore a brown t-shirt with a long-sleeved white one underneath and worn blue jeans like Lance's own pair. His eyes we're an unnerving yellow, and she fidgeted under his intense and awestruck stare.
"Blob, Toad," Lance announced from behind her. "This is Cal." Again, she frowned at the nickname. She was about to reprimand him for it when the smaller of the boys she had just met hopped over to her, very much in the same manner that a toad would. He stopped directly in front of her and sat back on his haunches, studying her.
He suddenly let out a whistle. "Man, Lance, you sure can pick 'em," he smiled jokingly at his friend. "You have enough of your pretty Kitty and decided to move on?"
Lance's fists clenched and shook in anger, and the room began to rumble. A picture frame fell from its spot on the wall. A large crack formed in the middle of the floor. Toad backed away from the angry teen with his hands up in surrender.
"E-easy man," he tried calming him. "I didn't mean it like that." The miniature earthquake subsided, and Lance regained his calm composure.
"No," he replied, voice strained. "Calypso here is a mutant, like us. I gave her the option to live here instead of with the X-Men."
Blob was about to say something when all of a sudden there was another presence in the room. Turning to look over her right shoulder, ice blue eyes spied another boy, though this one's hair was a snowy white, a big contrast from his tan skin. He wore a dark brown long-sleeved shirt, and light blue jeans, clear of the holes that had been present in those of the other boys that took refuge here.
Then he disappeared right before her eyes. Confused, she turned back to the others, and immediately came nose to nose with the white haired boy. He ran his eyes over her small frame, drinking in her appearance. Then he was gone again, only to reappear a few feet behind Lance, who still stood behind her.
Turning to face him, she crossed her arms and glared. He brushed it off and propped his arm up on his housemate's shoulder.
"I heard all the noise from outside," he spoke very fast, and it wasn't easy for Calypso to keep up with the waterfall of words that escaped his lips. "and came to see what was the matter. But now it's obvious." He paused for a moment to jerk his thumb in the small girl's direction. "She's a keeper Lance my boy. Much better than that X-Chick from before."
Lance shoved him off and began to tremble in rage once more. Again, a small earthquake rocked the house, causing everybody to lose their balance. It became calm once more a few moments later, and angry thuds could be heard coming down the main stairs.
"Would everybody stop making Lance mad? I'm trying to focus upstairs!" cried a very pissed off looking girl. She was about seventeen, and judging by the colors in her wardrobe choice, she was a bit on the gothic side of normal. Her black hair was cropped very close to her head, and the bottom portion was a bright red. A tight maroon corset was threaded around her torso, showing off her flat abs. She also wore shiny, skin tight leather pants that had a vertical silver stripe up the sides with a maroon scarf as a belt, and sneakers that matched the color of the belt. Her cross earrings swung around furiously as she stomped into the room, an her chocker necklaces gleamed harshly in the light.
Folding her arms crossly, she glared at the newcomer. "Who is she, some charity case you picked up off the streets?" she asked bluntly. Calypso, unimpressed by the girl's attitude, copied her stance and look, both girls glaring daggers at each other.
The four boys shifted around nervously, each one clueless of what to do. That is, until the white haired boy came in between them with his arms raised in surrender.
"Easy Wanda," he warned slowly. "She's a friend of Lance's. Just calm down sis."
"Yeah Wanda," chimed in Toad nervously. "She's a mutant like us. Lance told her she could stay here instead of with the X-Men."
Her cold gaze swung towards Lance. "Did he now?" she drawled, sarcasm dripping like poison from each word spoken. "And why would he do that?"
It was Lance's turn to fidget around nervously, and he did so for a while before he answered with a bit of confidence. "She could be useful to us, right? Why let the X-Men have another member when we could have her instead?"
Calypso's right eye began to twitch in annoyance. How could they talk about her like she wasn't even there? The thought made her mad, and she had to fight to keep control of her wild side. Once it was fully contained, she turned her attention back to the heated argument at hand.
"Fine!" Wanda was shouting, her hands thrown in the air and glowing a faint, misty blue. "She can stay. Just don't expect me to be happy about it." She was gone after giving in, returning to her own world upstairs.
The four boys let out a simultaneous sigh of relief, glad to not have to face the wrath of the girl any longer. Blob and Toad slowly left the room, both headed toward the house's kitchen for some food. Pietro, the name of the boy with the snowy hair, dashed off someplace, leaving only a gust of wind in his place.
Lance rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and apologized for what had transpired. Rolling her eyes, Calypso waved the apology off and moved to sit on the lumpy couch. She crossed her arms, still thinking about the conversation that had happened mere minutes before.
After deliberating for a good hour, she decided that the Xavier Institute would be the best place for her to live for now, and made the simple choice to leave that night. All she had to do was bide her time.
A dark figure slipped out of the door, blending in perfectly with the night. Closing the heavy wooden door softly behind it, the figure moved like a shadow into the cover of the trees that lined the edge of the property. With only the light of the crescent moon to huide it, it made its way along, not stepping on any twigs, rustling no leaves, and over all making no sounds.
The mournful hooting of a long-eared owl brought its movements to a halt. Icy blue eyes met beady yellow ones, and they remained locked on one another, neither making a single move. That is, until the shadowy figure suddenly melted into the ground.
The owl cocked it's head to the side, wondering where the other figure could have gone. It's excellent night vision sight scanned through the forest for any signs of the mysterious person, yet found none. With a dejected screech, the owl fell from its perch, landing gracefully on the ground as a human. Long red hair fluttered into her face as result of the light autumn breeze that rustled the golden and red leaves of each tree, creating an eerie sound to her ears. Her teal colored skin shone in the provided light, and her yellow tinted eyes glinted as they narrowed.
"Soon," she whispered to the silent night. "You will be back. And when you come, I will be waiting."
black angel's wing - yay, another one done! I hope this makes sense to y'all, I kind of liked how this one turned out.
So in a nutshell, Calypso met the Brotherhood, basically hated it and decided to leave. The people at the end were Calypso and Mystique if you didn't catch that either. Thought I'd throw in a small twist. What does Mystique want with Calypso? Haha, all in good time folks. All in good time..
And yes, you will learn what her powers are eventually. I have that planned for the next chapter, but I might just be cruel to y'all and make ya wait. Yeah, I have the power to do that ^.^ Au revoir!