I don’t care. This is dumb anyway. Charlie’s band of happy mutant minions made a mess of things and I’m a prisoner in his mansion, again! He gave me this paper to write on and he gave me this piece of charcoal to write with. It ain’t no pencil though. He knows better than to give me anything sharp. Why am I writing this? Nobody’s going to read it.
He seems to think that locking me up in a room without sedating me and without chaining me up is something he should be rewarded for. I’m still in a locked room. I’m still a prisoner to that stuck up no good step-brother of mine.
OK, so I’m writing for me. Writing my own rehabilitation.
He was holding me captive. In this house. Knocked out cold, chained to a slab, and any time I woke up… another dose of that elephant tranquilizer.
So
the Factor Three sent us on a mission, saying that if we did this
bank job for them, they’d eliminate one of our most hated enemies.
I told them that I only had one enemy, and that was Charlie. And
they said, “Consider it done.”
Anyhow, this is where the story gets unusual.
We got to the bank. Brock, he likes to be called Crossbones, led the way. They go in and made sure nobody would get in my way. It was my stipulation. I didn’t want anybody getting hurt. So they went in and I gave them some time. Then I charged in and plowed through the vault. One of the security guards got frisky and Brock put two bullets in him, killing the guy instantly. Then Brock grabbed the other guard and told him that he was going to make the guy his pet. It scared the crow outta that guard and he didn’t move an inch. Esteban whipped up this man made of fire and Dead Pool, that crazy muck, threatened to give everyone a wet willy if they didn’t get on the ground and assume the position. He demonstrated a wet willy by licking his finger and sticking it in Esteban’s ear. From what I could hear in the vault, Esteban turned Dead Pool's finger into vapors, which caused a fair amount of screaming. Unfortunately, it grew back.
That’s when the do-gooders from Xavier’s School came in.
Before Diablo could do anything, Wolverine raced up to him and cut his throat. As soon as Esteban was down, his man made of fire vanished. That left Dead Pool and Crossbones to deal with the teen freak squad. Of course, I was still in the vault gathering the loot while this was taking place.
I could hear the leader of the X-Men talking to one of the hostages. Not sure what he was saying but it sounded like they knew each other. Then, as I turned to leave the vault, Wolverine stuck his claws right through Dead Pool, forcing him to stay put.
Cyclops came up to me. He didn’t want to fight. He wanted to let me know that he understood. This little teenage twit started telling me that he knew how I was feeling. His brother is the popular one. His brother always gets what he wants. His brother- the team leader of the X-Men. Yeah, I guess he does know how I feel. At that point I knew I didn’t want to go down with these Jokers. To heck with the Factor Three. I was going to run off with the money and leave them all in my dust.
But as I went down the street, something pulled my helmet off, and after I’d run about a block, I blacked out.
I’d learn later that the thing that pulled off my helmet was Marvel Girl and the reason I went out, was Charlie’s heavy duty mind weapon. He can use it from up to 300 miles away, if he knows his target.
Anyway, here I am. Thinking on it, I guess it’s not so bad. I’m not in chains. I don’t have to get the tranquilizers, and I can even go out into the mansion’s main hall when there’s food. I talk to the robot here and he’s thinking they’ll get me a uniform. He even suggested a pair of Cyclops’ pants but I have a feeling they’ll come up short.
Charlie is making an effort. He’s apologized to me twenty times and said that he’ll trust me to move around the grounds on my own if I show that I’m OK with it. He said that he will trust me if I trust him. I don’t like him but I guess I trust him.
So what did they do with the stolen bank loot?
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