The Brotherhood Chronicles: Random Insanity: Hood is thy Name
Disclaimer: I own Omega. And the ideas. Well some of them actually. Not all of them. But I think you're all smart enough to realize the ones I do own. And Now… ON WITH THE SHOW!
A/N: Read Brotherhood Evolution to know what the hell is going on in this fic. Trust me. It's worth it.
Guess who's back...
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The 'Hood House ™
"Ginger."
"Mary Ann."
"Ginger."
"Mary Ann."
"Ginger."
"Mary Ann."
"Ginger."
"Mary Ann."
"And another great brotherhood debate continues." Michael James Nagrite said dryly as he watched Todd Tolensky and Fred Dukes argue in front of the delapidated TV in the Brotherhoods living room/trashcan.
"No. The sad thing is, is that this is the fourth argument they've had about this same topic in the last three days." Lance Alvers stated as he and Pietro Maximoff watched with a mild amusement.
"I got five bills on Toad." Pietro stated.
"Your on." mike stated as they slapped hands. "Reverend's been on a hot streak pointing out Ginger's pros and Mary Ann's Con's."
"Now what's going on?" Betsy asked as she walked into the room with Wanda and X-23.
"Or do we even want to know?" X-23 asked.
"Probably not..." Wanda added simply.
"Battle of the bimbo's four." Pietro stated as he pointed at Toad and Blob who were now wrestling on the floor. Toad soon went flying by and into the kitchen with a crash.
"I'm okay..." Came the weak reply from the kitchen.
"What do you see in him again?" Pietro asked his sister as he pointed at Toad.
"Good tongue control." Wanda stated as she shrugged her shoulders.
"And I'm going to the bathroom to become violently ill." Pietro stated as he sped off.
"And the wonders never cease." Mike quipped as Toad stumbled out of the kitchen.
"Ow…" Toad moaned as he crashed into the wall, leaving a nice large dent in it.
"He ain't pretty no more." Betsy quipped.
"He used to be pretty?" X asked with mild amusement.
"I think so. But he's been smashed into the wall so many times we really can't tell anymore." Mike answered.
"Not to get off the topic of which character from Gilligan's island you'd like to bang, but we need to have a serious discussion guys." X stated.
"Yea. This is much more important." Mike stated. "Now was Gilligan's and Skipper's relationship something a bit more than it appeared to be?" Mike replied before Betsy slapped him in the back of the Head. "Ow…"
"Idiot." Betsy spat. "Of course it was. What do you think 'little buddy' really meant?"
"Huh-What?" Mike shouted as Betsy shook her head.
"Dear lord not this…" X moaned as Lance smiled.
"hOh-KAY!" Lance shouted back.
"Heh-YEA!" Toad added.
"Huh-WHAT?" Mike shouted back.
"I'm off to go murder Dave Chappell…" X muttered under her breath.
"Huh-WHAT?" Blob shouted after her.
"SHUT UP!" X shouted from the other room.
"hOh-KAY!" Pietro shouted after her.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" X screamed as she ran out of the house.
"Think we broke her yet?" Pietro asked.
"No. But she's probably going to break you're spine." Wanda replied dryly. "As well as some other things."
"Ah." Pietro muttered simply. "Thee Vixen… She has fire in her eyes…." Pietro replied with a corny French accent. "And a raging inferno in her soul…"
"And in her hands! RUN!" Blob shouted as X-23 chased after them with a blowtorch in her hands.
"Why do we stay here Wanda?" Betsy asked as Toad ran by on fire screaming.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Toad screamed as he tried putting out the fire. Mike ran in with a two-by-four.
"Hang on little buddy!" Mike shouted. "I've got this fire under control!" Mike shouted as he slapped Toads ass with the two-by-four, putting out the flames… and Toads spine. "Sorry…"
"Because it's always entertaining?" Wanda offered up.
"My spine…" Toad moaned.
"Yea. But so's the circus. Probably saner to." Betsy muttered as she put her hands on her hips.
"True dat." Wanda offered up.
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The Next Day
"I don't freaking believe it…" Lance shouted as he slammed the paper on the table.
"What's up yo?" Toad asked.
"Kelly got elected Senator." Lance spat.
"Huh-WHAT?" Pietro shouted.
"Not. Now." X hissed as she pulled out the blow-torch menacingly.
"O-kay…" Pietro muttered quitely as he returned to his fruit loops.
"How did he get elected?" Wanda asked. "I thought for sure that Hillary would win again.
"Yea. That'll happen." Blob huffed.
"He won by one vote." Lance swore.
"MIKE! I told you, you should have voted." Betsy shouted at her boyfriend, who was lounging on the couch.
"I'm one vote. It wouldn't have made a difference." Mike stated ignorantly.
"I swear to god I'm going to kill that boy someday…" Betsy muttered under her breath.
"Wonderful. Kelly's a senator. This is going great." Wanda muttered.
"It just got better…" Pietro stated as he sped in the room. "We got our first job."
"Really?" Wanda asked. "It's about time."
"Gee. Who would have thought our ad in the paper would have gotten anyone at all?" Mike replied as he walked into the room. "It say's "Need protection from the Brother's? Don't go to the Hood." Mike recited.
"I told you, the guy screwed up. It should have said "Need Protection. Don't go anywhere but the Brotherhood." Toad replied.
"All this racism is killing me inside." Blob replied simply.
"Yea. At least be glad we now have a job. So who are we protecting?" Lance asked. "Or maiming?" He added after thinking about it.
"Get this…Senator Edward Kelly." Pietro stated with a smile.
"Oh yea." Blob said with a smile as the rest of the Brotherhood all smiled.
"Me thinks that hilarious hi-jinks and Madcap humor will come of this." X stated with a smile as the Brotherhood all looked at her. "What?"
"Madcap Humor?" Pietro asked.
"Hi-jinxs?" Blob asked.
"Duh." X added.
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Next time on the Brotherhood Chronicles: Getting Paid for Secret Services. The Brotherhood have to Protect they're arch…. Well, they have to protect Kelly. And you all know where that's going to lead.
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Well I hope you all enjoyed. I know it's been a while. But now that I have some more free time and my muse has returned, I can really start writing again. Hopefully with a bit more consistency.
Peace out,
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