Ok...So... This started out as a little angsty brotherhood fic that spiraled completely out of control and is now an Angsty/Action/Adventure/Drama...and heck even a little Romance fic. I have a good chunk of it written, and the rest is swirling around in my head waiting to be typed.
Now, because the brotherhood guys just aren't very emotional (I mean...not that they're emotionless or anything, but they're the tough guys who don't cry even if you hit em in the face with a hammer if ya know what I mean) So they will probably seem out of character...but I did try ok?
Umm, It's pretty much AU. Set like a year after the most recent episode except the apocalypse stuff never happened...cuz ya, we don't know what happens with that yet now do we? Mystique has been gone for a long time...just cuz I don't feel like dealing with her and I don't think they guys were really emotionally attached anyway. Oh, and Fred...ya, sorry if anyone is a fan lol.
I have to warn you, there are mature themes in here. Nothing like majorly graphic...but nevertheless, don't say I didn't warn you.
So here we go...pretty please review. I absolutely thrive off of reviews. (Keep in mind this is just the Prologue, the chapters will be much longer...and better I might add lol)
Disclaimer: I think I'm supposed to type something witty about how I don't own any of this because that seems to be what most people do with the disclaimer, but I'm really not that witty. So yeah, I don't own it.
"Person Speaking"
'Personal Thought'
~Telepathy~
Sound Effect
*Emphasis or Italics*
~*~*~*~*~*~
It was Todd this time. Todd had been in his way. That was Fred's only reason for doing what he did. He picked Todd up by the back of his shirt collar, nearly choking him as he did, and flung him across the room and into the kitchen table. He did it for the simple reason that he *could* do it.
Pietro clenched his eyes shut and tried to ignore the clash of dishes that were now shattered across the kitchen floor. 'Just leave him. Just go upstairs. Just walk away Fred.'
He didn't walk away. Instead, Fred lumbered over to the scrawny boy and shoved him into the wall.
The kitchen began to tremble and Pietro closed his eyes tighter. 'No Lance. Not today. Don't try and stand up to him today. I don't have the strength to back you up.'
Lance stood at the doorway, his eyes rolling forward to focus on the Blob. "Get out Fred. Get out now."
Fred only laughed and shoved Todd onto the floor. Turning to face his housemate, he smirked. "And if I don't? You'll shake the whole house down? Then where will you live?"
The ground trembled again and Lance's eyes went back into his head.
An amused look crossed Fred's face as he stomped toward the rock tumbler. Lance stopped the tremors and looked up at him. Pietro winced as the blob thwacked Lance across the head, sending him to his knees.
Laughing he glanced at Pietro. "Care to try me?"
Pietro shook his head and continued to wash the dishes. As soon as Fred had disappeared up the stairs Pietro was at Lance's side, followed shortly by Todd. "You ok?" He asked the pair of them.
Todd nodded. Lance took a deep breath and did the same. His eyes were clenched shut and he had his hands clamped over his head. "Tro– asprin."
In the blink of an eye Pietro was gone and back again with a small glass of water and 6 pills. Lance removed his hands from his head long enough to swallow the chalky tablets and leaned against the wall. The other two members of the brotherhood sat on the linoleum floor and waited. They were accustomed to Lance's head problems and knew the routine of how to deal with them.
"When did he get like this?" Lance asked dismally.
It was a rhetorical question. The other two already knew the answer.
"We can't keep livin' here yo."
Pietro rolled his eyes. "Yeahandwhereexactlydoyouthinkwewouldgo?"
Lance winced and looked at the speedster. "Pietro, not when I've got a headache."
"When don't you have a headache?" Pietro said under his breath.
"What?"
"Sorry, I said where would we go?" He slowed his speech to a normal tone for his two friends.
Lance looked at them and they both knew what he was thinking.
"No way! Not gonna happen."
"Well where else is there? We can't keep on living like this! For goodness sakes man, even the house is falling apart, never mind us!" He reached over and jerked Pietro's sleeve up, revealing deep black and purple welts.
Pietro yanked his arm away and glared at the brunette.
"That, Pietro, is why we can't keep living here."
Now, because the brotherhood guys just aren't very emotional (I mean...not that they're emotionless or anything, but they're the tough guys who don't cry even if you hit em in the face with a hammer if ya know what I mean) So they will probably seem out of character...but I did try ok?
Umm, It's pretty much AU. Set like a year after the most recent episode except the apocalypse stuff never happened...cuz ya, we don't know what happens with that yet now do we? Mystique has been gone for a long time...just cuz I don't feel like dealing with her and I don't think they guys were really emotionally attached anyway. Oh, and Fred...ya, sorry if anyone is a fan lol.
I have to warn you, there are mature themes in here. Nothing like majorly graphic...but nevertheless, don't say I didn't warn you.
So here we go...pretty please review. I absolutely thrive off of reviews. (Keep in mind this is just the Prologue, the chapters will be much longer...and better I might add lol)
Disclaimer: I think I'm supposed to type something witty about how I don't own any of this because that seems to be what most people do with the disclaimer, but I'm really not that witty. So yeah, I don't own it.
"Person Speaking"
'Personal Thought'
~Telepathy~
Sound Effect
*Emphasis or Italics*
~*~*~*~*~*~
It was Todd this time. Todd had been in his way. That was Fred's only reason for doing what he did. He picked Todd up by the back of his shirt collar, nearly choking him as he did, and flung him across the room and into the kitchen table. He did it for the simple reason that he *could* do it.
Pietro clenched his eyes shut and tried to ignore the clash of dishes that were now shattered across the kitchen floor. 'Just leave him. Just go upstairs. Just walk away Fred.'
He didn't walk away. Instead, Fred lumbered over to the scrawny boy and shoved him into the wall.
The kitchen began to tremble and Pietro closed his eyes tighter. 'No Lance. Not today. Don't try and stand up to him today. I don't have the strength to back you up.'
Lance stood at the doorway, his eyes rolling forward to focus on the Blob. "Get out Fred. Get out now."
Fred only laughed and shoved Todd onto the floor. Turning to face his housemate, he smirked. "And if I don't? You'll shake the whole house down? Then where will you live?"
The ground trembled again and Lance's eyes went back into his head.
An amused look crossed Fred's face as he stomped toward the rock tumbler. Lance stopped the tremors and looked up at him. Pietro winced as the blob thwacked Lance across the head, sending him to his knees.
Laughing he glanced at Pietro. "Care to try me?"
Pietro shook his head and continued to wash the dishes. As soon as Fred had disappeared up the stairs Pietro was at Lance's side, followed shortly by Todd. "You ok?" He asked the pair of them.
Todd nodded. Lance took a deep breath and did the same. His eyes were clenched shut and he had his hands clamped over his head. "Tro– asprin."
In the blink of an eye Pietro was gone and back again with a small glass of water and 6 pills. Lance removed his hands from his head long enough to swallow the chalky tablets and leaned against the wall. The other two members of the brotherhood sat on the linoleum floor and waited. They were accustomed to Lance's head problems and knew the routine of how to deal with them.
"When did he get like this?" Lance asked dismally.
It was a rhetorical question. The other two already knew the answer.
"We can't keep livin' here yo."
Pietro rolled his eyes. "Yeahandwhereexactlydoyouthinkwewouldgo?"
Lance winced and looked at the speedster. "Pietro, not when I've got a headache."
"When don't you have a headache?" Pietro said under his breath.
"What?"
"Sorry, I said where would we go?" He slowed his speech to a normal tone for his two friends.
Lance looked at them and they both knew what he was thinking.
"No way! Not gonna happen."
"Well where else is there? We can't keep on living like this! For goodness sakes man, even the house is falling apart, never mind us!" He reached over and jerked Pietro's sleeve up, revealing deep black and purple welts.
Pietro yanked his arm away and glared at the brunette.
"That, Pietro, is why we can't keep living here."