He watched her for a moment as she washed the dishes and just allowed himself to relax. The sun cast a golden ray across her glowing skin making his heart skip a beat as he watched her. The small bulge that was their second child peaked from beneath his oversized flannel and made his heart swell with love and pride as he continued silently watching her.

He hadn’t made love to her yet, since he’d returned that is, but he planned on it. First, though, he had to hold her. Just hold her in his arms. His wife. His best friend. The mother of his children. An idea clicked into place in his mind and he slipped silently backward into the dim living room.

He gently searched through the stacks of CD’s until he found the one he was looking for. He gently blew off the dust and walked over to the surround sound five disk player. He could hear her turn off the water in the kitchen and snatch a paper towel from the roll as she finished the dishes. He gently inserted the disk, turning the knob all the way to the right, before pressing play.

“Hello, love. How did you sleep?” she asked of him in a gentle voice. Her eyes holding nothing but warmth and love for the man before her as she gazed at him.

“Better than I have in weeks darlin’.” he said just high enough for her to hear him. He took slow steady steps in her direction as he heard the disk click into place.

“What are you doing sneaking around the house?” her voice more playful than curious.

“Dance with me Ro’.” he whispered as he got close enough to pull her towards him. She looked at him with a brow raised as the song began to lightly flow from the large speakers.

These arms of mine
They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue

He gently rapped one arm around her waist and lifted the other to rest around her upper spine. She followed suit and wrapped one long arm around his bulky neck and into his hair while the other sat against his chest so that her hand rested gently on his shoulder. They began to sway as the song continued.

These arms of mine
They are yearning, yearning from wanting you

“I love you, Logan. My husband. My friend.”

And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be

“Love you too, Ro’" he whispered into the crook of her neck. They continued to sway gently as the song filled the room with a loving feeling.

These arms of mine

They are burning, burning from wanting you
These arms of mine
They are wanting, wanting to hold you

Neither acknowledged the small head peaking around the corner into the living room. The small child watched with great interest as her parents swayed and as her father twirled her mother around. She smiled as she watched them kiss and mumble to each other. She tip-toed away from them as quietly as she could, she could say hi to her father later.

And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
Come on, come on baby
Just be my little woman, just be my lover, oh
I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right, oh
I need your woman's loving arms to hold me tight
And I...I...I need...I need your...I need your tender lips

They shared a knowing smile as they’re daughters white curls disappeared from the doorway and as she tried not to make noise as she snuck away. She kissed him then. Not a rushed lust filled type of kiss but a slow knowing one, filled with passion and tenderness. They walked hand and hand to their bedroom and made sure to lock it behind them, lest their daughter change her mind about leaving them be.

Load up on guns
Bring your friends
Its fun to lose
And to pretend
Shes overboard
Myself assured
I know I know
A dirty word

The once tiny girl was no more. She’d be 18 tomorrow and she’d never felt so alive. In the dimmed light of her room, the walls covered with band and movie posters, she played Nirvana . She was going off to college. She’d decided to spend her last night as a girl in her room reflecting. Though she’d ended up with a guest. He’d slipped in through the window though she knew her parents were well aware of his presence. He was such a bugger.

Hello (x 16)

He didn’t speak a word to her. Everyone expected them to be married some day. Though they seemed more like cousins than betrothed near adults. They’d been born the same day. Her only minuets before him. She’d given him time, to fuck as many girls as he wanted. It was in his blood, she new. To be a Casanova of sorts.

“Cloudy?” he said it just low enough that a regular person wouldn’t have heard.

“Charlie?” he whispered just as low.

With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea

She didn’t say anything. She knew he’d come because in the end he belonged to her. The Beast inside laughed at him. He had no clue that she’d claimed him long ago. He thought he was free but he was It’s play thing. The Best beckoned to him. She still didn’t speak. She just grabbed his belt buckle and forced him onto his knees. Oh she was going to have fun. The Beast made a throaty noise in the back of her mind it’s eyes visible between the bars of the cage she kept it in. The eyes disappeared for a minute. Chains fell from the cage and the door slowly opened.

“Not tonight. Anrie.” she whispered as she yanked down his fly.

Im worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

He shivered then. He knew to well. The voice that sang out to him wasn’t of the rebel he knew. It was the dark thing she kept hidden. The monster she kept a leash on. He watched her get up and he pulled his pants down the rest of the way. He laid himself on his back on her warm bed and felt the cold steel of handcuffs after a few moments. He swallowed a breath.

Hello (x 16)

The Beast leered down as it mounted him. Hungry for flesh but starving for contact. It jerked upward and her eyes turned milky as a muscle in his neck twitched.

With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea

He groaned. Low and guttural and long. It felt like liquid lightning was flowing through his body.

“More” he whimpered up at her.

She snarled at him and raked her nails down his chest, drawing blood. His chest arched up and he whimpered louder.

“More!” his green eyes with their black background glowed as he yelled his plea.

And I forget
Just what it takes
And yet I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard
Its hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

She bent down to lick as the blood from his chest. He jerked his hips as she did so and her eyes seemed to crackle with miniature lightning blots. She bit his lip, hard. As she drank a bit of his blood she could feel the knot inside of her tightening unbearably so. She threw her head back and moved against him faster. He met her thrust as he rocked his head from side to side. Thunder rolled in the distance.

Hello (x 16)

Her vision blurred as she hit her peak. It was like she was kissing the sun. He felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as he arched against his restraints. The Beast was gone. Just like that it reseeded into it’s cage. The door slammed shut and the chains were back up.

With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea

“Fuck” she managed to say as she collapsed onto him.

“You tellin’ me chere” he said between breaths.

“I never knew you where a masochist.” she said as she unlocked the handcuffs holding him down.

“I tho’ ah see all’ yo’ tattoos. Still some secrets to share, eh’?” he said it playfully.

She nibbled on his lower lip and laughed when he winced.

“I think we’re gonna do alright, cajun.” she murmured as she snuggled into the crook of his neck.








Ok, whatcha think? Anrie is a sexy dog. I'm thinking of making this a regular fic sept it has a soundtrack, ya know? Still will be round robin though cause it's just that kind of story, ya know? Oh and Charlie and Anrie will be described in detail next chapter.

Los Angeles
UCLA
Girls Dorm 2nd Floor

I don’t want you and I don’t need you
Don’t bother to resist, Ill beat you

They’d arrived at night and started school immediately. Charlie, with her starch white hair and cinnamon colored skin, had immediately drawn attention. Less than in New York since LA folks were generally rapped up in their own thoughts. Her roommate Wen Cheun, a Taiwanese immigrant, became fast friends despite most peoples beliefs that she would request another room. Wen was around 5”6 with an athletic build and burgundy-ish brown hair. She invited Charlie to “The Room” which was the basement of The Girl’s Dorm that was sound proofed and had been converted into a secret kind of Live House.

Its not your fault that you’re always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong

With her features Charlie might be mistaken for her mothers twin sister. She had a younger birdy look since she’d chopped off most of her hair in as she’d heard her mother had on a trip the X-Men had taken to Japan once. Her hair was generally kept glossy and slicked to the side like Ricky Ricardo’s from “I Love Lucy”. The only real difference other than her hair style was the tattoo’s she had all over her body. She was arty by nature and got a new tattoo every 3 weeks. Oh, and of course the makeup! She wore a grotesque amount of black eyeliner, so much so that her eyes resembled those of a toothy wolf hunting down it’s lunch.

The beautiful people, the beautiful people
Its all relative to the size of your steeple

Anrie on the other hand hadn’t been received so well. In fact he’d been in six fights with boys on his dorm floor in two days! His roommate included. His face was round and soft featured, his lips shaped like a bow, his eyebrows thin and mischievous looking, his figure lean and a bit androgynous. He was mostly well tempered but enjoyed fighting and egging others on. (wonder were he got that from J ) He rarely doesn’t wear the collar Charlie gave him for his 17th birthday and that apparently didn’t sit well with the football players he shares a floor with. He wasn’t exactly intimidating since he stood at around 5”5 and it didn’t help that he was always latched onto Charlie who stood at 6”1 without shoes on.

You cant see the forest for the trees
You cant smell
Your own shit on your knees
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?

His hair was a dark reddish brown with the pieces over his forehead being ghostly white. He wore it curly with just enough hair product that in never fell into his vision. He and Charlie could often be seen wearing the same outfit in different colors. So when Charlie’s roommate invited her to The Room it was no exception. They showed up in dark washed pencil legged jeans, white button down long sleeved shirts, and black polished riot boots. Charlie wore black suspenders while Anrie wore red ones with yellow pin stripes.

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?

Anrie: Damn how long is this line gonna take?!

Charlie: We’ve been standing here for all of three minuets!

Anrie; No way it’s been like an hour!

Charlie: Spud, just ace the lines.

Wen: It does take a while to get in sometimes. It’s worth it though. Tonight it’s crowded cause The Distillers and some high school novelty band. Word going around the alt. scene is they’re going to be the next best thing after Nirvana and U2 maybe even bigger. I forget they’re name though. I’ve never heard them play so this should be good.

Anrie: Oh shit! I love The Distillers!

Wen: Fist, though they’re going to have a few campus bands play. I think we’ll get in, in time to here this band called Jack Off Jill. I’ve heard they’re pretty awesome.

If you live with apes, man, its hard to be clean
There’s no time to discriminate,
Hate every motherfucker
That’s in your way

The worms will live in every host
Its hard to pick which one they eat most

The horrible people, the horrible people

Its as anatomic as the size of your steeple
Capitalism has made it this way,
Old-fashioned fascism
Will take it away
The beautiful people (8x)
15 minuets later. . .

The stage lights up and the crowd get’s quiet and the lights start to dim and turn a grungy purple. On stage three girls are present. One has long Lolita black hair and thick black makeup, the other is blond and has a perfectly cut bang that covers her forehead, the other has burgundy hair that hangs bone straight to her waist. The guitarst startes a wailing riff and the music begins.


when i am queen i will insist with perfect scars upon my wrists
that everything u once held dear is taken away from u

when i am queen sweet girlscout's face and not a one will fall from grace
if all their hearts i could replace, but until then i'll have to....

drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown

when i am queen on a royal throne made out of parts of broken bones
of all the devils i have known that suck the angels dry

when i am queen i'll have my way i'll make it drowning dollie day
and all the tears that we have cried will suck back into our eyes

drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown

drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown

hush baby hush baby
hush baby go to sleep
hush baby hush baby
hush baby i'll make it be

when i am queen i will not wait my body type will still be great
i will not leave it up to fate because i hate u too

when i am queen they all will see the patron saint of self-ingury
the glitter sores will heal themselves i'll play the part of someone else

drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown

drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown drown drown myself
drown

Applause erupts from all around as the kinderwhore band leaves the stage. The next band fronted by a girl receives screams of applause and fists in the air as they do a quick sound check. The instant the music starts Wen, Charlie, and Anrie find themselves swept into a full dance floor mosh.

no more coquettish look on your face
not so much pretty ugly but you’re in your place
hide behind your man don’t dare to think for you
keep your claws off me as i walk on through, don’t you glare
I’m not the kind of girl who will just pull on your hair
i wont be through till you’re blue

damn man come on and sell your seconds
no one can make ya make ya break ya
anyway i will break ya, they’ll crown me

never used to harm noone no matter what the reason
now you drug your grave and its bitch hunting season
smiling madly honey when i see you
around biding my time till i can get you on the ground
its not my plan to steal your man
its a pitiful sight that’s hard to stand
i guess i don’t get a clue
so just step your ass aside
and let me walk on fucking through

damn man come on and sell your second
no one can make you do anything
anyway anyway ill make you they’ll crown me

Anrie: Fuck Yeah! I love Distillers!

Wen: Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Charlie: Yeah! Fuckin’ Yeah! Yeah!

Charlie had earplugs in so that her ultra sensitive ears could enjoy the music without her ears bleeding. She loved a good mosh! It was fun to be violent and celebrated for the amount of bruises you gave someone else. The smell of sweaty bodies didn’t even bother her, she was euphoric. Anrie had been lifted up and was crowd surfing. He ended up being set down right in front of the stage as the next band came on stage.

The Black girl in front of the mic wore glasses with thick black rims, her hair pulled back in a pony tail with two locks left out that curled a bit and framed her face, a white shirt with Bikini Kill in bright red across her breasts, medium blue washed pencil jeans that looked well broken in, and a pair of scuffed black Chuck Taylor’s with dirty shoe strings. She was rather unimpressive. The guitarist was a Latino girl with a Beatle type bowl hair cut. Her guitar was a pale purple Stratocaster that contrasted with her neon green skinny jeans. Her shoes and shirt were both bright yellow. The bassist was a darker skinned Asian girl with amber eyes, her shirt read “I’m out of my mind right now but feel free to leave a message”, her pants were light washed cotton skinny jeans, they had tears over the knee caps and were slightly to big so her brief’s elastic waistband showed. The white shirt she wore had Guerilla Radio printed in bold black letters going across her stomach. She wore scuffed brown riot boots with yellow lady bug shoestrings. She wore her hair in thin long dark brown dreadlocks that fell past her waist. The drummer was a Native American girl with the same outfit as the bassist except her shirt background was green and the words were in white and her shoestrings were plain purple. Her hair was wavy, chopped short, and brushed to the left out of her eyes held there with a clip shaped like a happy face.

The girl took the mic slowly and announced in a small kind of quiet voice that they were called “The W.A.R. Association” (Women As Rulers, I want to name the band I hope to join W.A.R.) and announced they were going to do two Rage Against The Machine covers. There were a few protests and a few people walked out or began ignoring the girls on stage before the guitarist began the opening line to the first song.

Ughh! hey you, its just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey you, its just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a-one, two three and
Its just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin that they can fake this
But Im gonna drop it at a higher level
cause Im inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk hos that
Think they run the game
But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete at a level thats obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Manifest destiny

Charlie: Wow. . .

The girl had a hole new persona as she bobbed her head and body across the stage. Charisma flowed out of her. The guitarist had her eyes closed as she tapped on her petals to get the guitar to shriek like a Dj. The drummer banged against the drums like she’d done it a million times and had a huge goofy smile plastered across her face as she hit every note perfectly. The bassist stood atop her speakers and rocked back and fourth against her bass as she played it between her legs as if the music it made was an erotic experience.

The people that had begun to ignore them stood with their mouths open as the girls blazed on ignoring the crowd.

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch em burn

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

It goes a-one, two, three
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

Anrie: You go petite!

The crowd bobbed and pogoed as the sweating girls finished the first song of their set.

Euurrrggghhhhh!
Uggh! hey you, its just another bombtrack...
Check it out...

Yes you’re gonna burn!
Burn!

Manic applause erupted from the whole room as the once unimpressive girl hung her head back and breathed unevenly for a few minuets before taking the mic off the stand for a second time. The song begun and the room swelled past capacity as people got infected with the groove of the “novelty” that was The W.A.R. Association.

Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable
I stepped back, like it wasnt no thing
I punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
Yo z you was packin? you know was strapped
Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with em
So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my lee denim
They kept coming, just like I figured
So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz
What a way to go out, out like a sucker
But Im on track, like a long island train
That can head up your mission, suckers who be dissing
Always on my jock like a snake always hissing
Grabbing and tapping me like luther vandross
Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast
Givin best wishes to the best mc
And when the spot is blown and yo you know its me
Because Im housin
cause Im housin
Because Im housin
cause Im housin
Because Im housin

Because Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

Coolin at a party, no better yet disco
Head feelin mellow from a bottle of cisco
Move...
To crush and fry a sucker mc like crisco
Gimme the cue, check one two
Dont try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
You treatin me the z to the d, like a stepchild
Let me tell you homeboy youre livin foul
Mcs, you know who you are
On the bandwagon why z? cuz you a star
This is the year when the jokers are wild
When a fag cant hack it and try to bite your style
I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
If it gets wild, then I start cappin
But for now, since everythings calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Because Im housin
cause Im housin
cause Im housin
cause Im housin
Because Im housin

Cmon

Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
cause Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Because Im housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb

Because Im housin

Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb (cause Im housin)
cause Im housin
cause Im housin
cause Im housin


Undisclosed Location

???: Haaaaahahahhahhahahahaha (evil laugh) The time has come children and this time their will be no escape. Have your fun now because soon very soon you will be no more.





Guess who? I hate cliff hangers so I’ll tell you. It’s Mr.Sinister, my second favorite villain. He’s come to have fun with the third generation of X-ers. That includes those I haven’t mentioned yet. I’m actually going to get into the story I’ve thought up. Oh and it’ll have Ro and Lo and all the first geners as well. R&R please. I guess. Lol.