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Chapter List
- 1-Eloi
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11 and 12
- 12-13
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
- 23-24
- 24-25
- 25-26
- 26-27
- 27-28
- 28-29
- 29-30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36 and 37
- 36-38 and 39
- 37-40
- 38-41
- 39-42
- 40-43
- 41-44
- 42-45
- 43-46
- 44-47
- 45-48
- 46-49
- 47-50
- 48-51
- 49-52
- 50-53
- 51-54
- 52-55
- 53-56
- 54-57
- 55-58
- 56-59
- 57-60
- 58-61
- 59-62
- 60-63
- 61-64
- 62-65
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Eloi Chapter Fifteen
Disclaimers Apply

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Wanda bit
her thumbnail, wincing at the tiny, burning pain as her bad habit became
damaging. She forced her hand into her jacket pocket, the red garment necessary
in the damp, cold basement of the house, and she cleared her throat. There was no one to talk to but she needed
the noise, needed to break the thick silence of the rank substructure of her
old home. A gaping hole marked where the
door once was, broken by vandals, she guessed.
The space smelled of unwashed bodies, rotting garbage and rat droppings. She wanted to gag but she forced the urge
down. Wanda was not sure why she had
come back here other than the fact she had exhausted all of her leads. She had explored every avenue, every
possibility no matter how ridiculous or dangerous, but she could not find
Lucas. She was afraid to return to
Tabby, not because of what Tabby might do to her because she knew the other
young woman would not think it was her fault, not really, but because she could
not stand the idea of what Tabby�s face would look like when she found
out. The mental image of the horrified
grief, the soul torn asunder, was enough to make Wanda keep looking, no matter
how dearly she knew the search was futile.
She closed her eyes for a moment and listened to the old house settle
around her, blocking out the stench as best she could. _Why did he let this place rot? _ she wondered, taking a few steps towards the old chest
freezer resting against the far wall of the basement. _It�s not like Magneto to let something of
his go to Hell� _ Above her, a floorboard creaked. Sharp icicles of awareness and fear shot
through her spine, making her entire body burn with defensiveness. The floorboards creaked again, definitely
footsteps. Only one set, she thought, at
least above her. She turned a slow
circle in the middle of the basement floor, peering into the darkness around
her, alert for any sign of life other than the scurrying rat darting from one
pool of darkness to the next. Wanda took a deep breath and let it out slowly,
her eyes turning upwards, following the progress of the steps across the floor
above. Her mental map of the house finally
congealed into a recognizable layout and she frowned. _The kitchen, _ she thought. _They�re going out the back door. _ She started towards the old wooden stairs that would lead to
the first floor of the house, not running but almost. The footsteps had stopped near where she
judged the table to be, from her memories of the place, and she held her
breath, trying to make it up the stairs silently. _They don�t know I�m here. They can�t feel me or hear me� _ She reached the top of the stairs without
incident, the door still partially opened from her earlier descent. She eased against it, her held breath burning
her lungs. The door creaked ever so
slightly and she cringed. No steps came
her way, though. With a soft, almost
painful sigh, she stepped out into the hallway.
The stench was not as bad up there
but it was present. In the back of her
mind, she wondered if it was in her clothes and hair now. She could not hear the other person but she
knew they were still there. The house
seemed to be holding it�s own breath, waiting. Each step she took made a dull, faint,
thudding noise against the floorboards.
She moved carefully, trying to avoid the creaky ones, but the house was
in such disrepair that she could not be sure which ones were creaky and which
were just rotten any more. It was
torturous, the short trek from the basement door to the den�s archway, and it
felt as if it took hours but Wanda knew it was, at most, two minutes. There was still no sound of movement from
within the kitchen and she wondered if they had left, if she was alone in the
house again. _It�s not heavy enough for
Fred, Pietro isn�t here otherwise this place would be
antiseptic� _ She hesitated at the archway, pressing her
back against the wall and listening intently.
She was not sure but she thought she could make out slightly rough
breathing. _Now or
never. _
Tilting her chin defiantly and reading her hands, she strode into
the den, her voice strident. �Who the
fuck is in here?� she demanded.
�Is that any way to talk to your
father, Wanda?�
She stopped in her tracks, her eyes
going wide briefly before narrowing into slits of anger and distaste. �Come to see the ruins you�ve created?� she
snarled, her bravado gone and replaced with sheer hatred. Magneto sat at the kitchen table, his fingers steepled before him.
He looked, part of her realized, old. Old and tired, like a man who had lost
everything and was not ready to admit it, even to himself. �This place is shit,� she continued, unable
to stop herself. �Your Brotherhood is a
joke.�
Magneto raised an eloquent
brow. �You remind me of your mother
sometimes,� he mused, indicating the chair across from him. �Sit, it�ll save your legs for the walk home.�
Wanda did not sit but she did step
closer. �What�re you doing here? Where�s
your little friend Essex? Run out of
children to torture?� Her eyes stung
with tears but she would not cry. The
man had not earned her tears.
�Wanda, I do wish you would stop
going off half cocked. It�s unbecoming a
child of my bloodline to be so�crass.� He
stood then, adjusting his sleeves to cover his wrists. �I came to see if Fred was still in
residence. I was going to offer him a
place to stay, somewhere not�as destitute.�
He smiled thinly, raking his eyes over her thin form. �You need to eat more. You look like a skeleton.� He turned and headed for the back door. �I know what you�re looking for,� he added,
his hand on the doorknob. �So am I.�
Her breath caught for a moment, then she said in a hissing rush, �Liar. You�re a monster. You don�t care about anyone but
yourself. I�m not your child,
Magneto. I never have been.�
He seemed to ignore her but the
words stung him on some deep level he would analyze later, when he was alone in
his study. �You are more of my blood
than you realize, Wanda. Stay away from
anywhere housing mutants for a while.
You�ll live longer.�
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