The mansion was dark. No light to help me creep along the hallways or guide me to her room. I could hear various noises. Children laughing, music playing, a television in the living room was on. A boy about sixteen or seventeen sat in the kitchen eating ice cream; he had brilliant blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He reminded me a lot of Emma Frost; I think she attended here herself back in the day. But that was a long time ago. Before this pre-war tiff we all seem to be in.
I continued to creep along the hallways, masking myself within the darkness as I made my up the stairs towards the girls dormitories. You would think that Professor Charles Xavier would change the layout of this place, I mean the documents we had were almost ten-twenty years old, yet everything is still in the exact same place. Just like he said it would be.
A man who wants to change the world yet refuses to change the décor of his own home how ironic. Eric had said as we looked over the blue prints.
Eric. That name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. For all the years that I have worked for that crazed loon I get treated like a common new recruit. This girl, this Rogue, is nothing but a bad apple that changes sides just as much as I change shape. But then again she does have her uses I suppose.
I continued to maneuver up the stairs, my feet lithe across the hardwood floors, no creak could be heard, no shuffle could be witnessed as I inched closer to her room. However as I turned the corner to my destination I was surprised to see my prey tiptoeing her self down the same hallway. I watched her as she crept towards a door that was only a few down from her own. Muffled sobs and pleas for help could be heard from within and for a moment I believed I wasn’t the only one here for some action tonight.
She knocked quietly calling the owner of the doors name. Waiting patiently as no one responded to her, knocking again with the same response. She opened the door so carefully then, I had believed it might break under anyone’s touch if too much pressure was applied.
When she stepped inside the room I lost sight of her for a moment and had to steep out into the hallway. Fearing I might be caught I shifted most easily into that boy I had seen down stairs and hid in an empty room door-way that provided me with a most exceptional view of everything.
Logan I heard her whisper. Logan the name struck a bell in the back of my mind. Shifting through years of information I realized who this Logan was. His name has been whispered around for at least twenty years or so. I know Victor has a sore spot for him that is for sure. He goes by Wolverine I know that. But there’s something else tickling the back of my mind. As if I have had my own personal encounter with this ghost man.
Logan She whispered again. Logan, Logan, Logan. I know that name. Have had it introduce to me before. I remember just barely it had to be what? Fifteen-Sixteen years ago. No it can’t be—
I was suddenly brought back to the present when I heard the all too familiar roar of a man/beast and the sudden surprised gasp from Rogue. I moved closer almost at Logan’s door myself watching the spectacle.
Three beautifully crafted metal claws pierced through Rogue’s blouse. Only the tiniest bit of blood dripped off the end of each claw onto the floor below. I watched Logan’s features. So tormented did he look that for a moment I thought I might feel something disheartening as well.
“Help!” he began screaming, “HELP! Somebody help!”
Then with little or no grace he retracted those beautiful metal attachments with a gut wrenching SNIK! I listened to Rogue struggle for a breath, a word, anything. But it all fell dead on her lips. Logan looked up at her as a man does God and another thought hit me but I let it fade away into the darkness like the other one.
She didn’t fall to the floor, didn’t fight in pain, she didn’t even cry. She just held out her ungloved hand and stroked the side of his face. It was then that the all too familiar lines of bright blue began to snake their way up and along Logan’s features. It was a simple touch, only lasting less than a minute. But with Rogue’s body dieing it was no wonder why the pull was so powerful.
As her wounds healed them selves with the help of Logan Mutant abilities Scott Summers and Jean Grey rushed into the room. Jean immediately went for Logan and Scott stopped halfway to see Rogue. By the time Rogue even had the word Sorry out of her mouth half the school including me had packed the doorway. I stood their almost grinning as she turned to look at her growing audience.
“It was an accident,” she said, “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
And with that she almost flew out of the room, tears flowed freely down her usually masked, expressionless features. With that thought and the others inside my head I began to form one of the greatest plans I had ever plotted on the spot.
Moving away from the door I took the elevator down to the ground floor. Phase one of my plan was complete, now phase two needed to be put into motion.
Staying in the form of the brilliant blue eyed boy I toddled my way down to the lower levels of the mansion. Smirking at myself for the ease of this operation I made it into the room that was the key to the X-Men’s undoing.
It took me only moments to hook up my contraption and move out of the building as if nothing had occurred. For the rest of the evening I moved between shapes, changing from one person to another, all the while watching the chaos of the mansion evolve around me.
Logan had been taken down to the med lab for observation. How they carried that behemoth I will never know. Scott and Jean whispered in the hallway amazed at what Rogue could really do when her mutation felt at risk. And of Rogue herself? She apparently has disappeared into the woods only moments earlier. She hasn’t gone too far. That I know. The woods are strange and tangled place. She’ll get lost long before she’ll find a way out. I think she knows that and won’t go too far in. I am safe to believe she’s still around.
As dawn rises I see her figure walk cautiously out of the woods. Her arms are wrapped tightly around herself. She avoids all of the main entrances and exits to and from the mansion. Going through a small, barely used door on the west wing of the building, I am the only one who notices that is only because I am the only one who’s watching her. I follow her up the side stairs and the appropriate hallways. I know where she’s going before she even does.
She goes up to her room. Her room mates are already in there. I notice none of them say a word as she enters. Neither had gone back to sleep after the incident I am sure. She doesn’t even take off her torn nightgown. Just crawls meekly into the soft, comforting bed provided for her by Xavier. The two other girls say nothing as they go back to sleep.
As morning finishes rising and the room mates exit the bedroom in a rush to get to their class. I wait for her. Waiting for her so I can finish what I started. I could creep into her room and slit her throat and be done with it. But then she would be of no use to me and the others. So I sit silently waiting for her, careful to not be noticed by any of the other students or teachers.
Mid day seems to be almost here when she finally decides to join the land of the living. Dressed head to toe in layers of swaddling clothing I can for only a moment see the girl she used to be back when she was just fifteen. So young and fragile she had been then, allowing no one to touch her as the world passed quickly by her. I follow her down the hallways and the staircase to the dinning hall. Even though I am not next to her, I can feel the eyes that follow her.
In the dinning hall she grabs a simply lunch. Taking her tray worth of food she all but dashes out of the room full of silent onlookers. I do not follow her immediately. That would give too much away. Instead I loiter around the dinning hall. Picking up information that I believe will be very useful in the future. I mean we didn’t even know about their new helicopter hanging quietly in the hanger underneath the school. After a minute or two I casually leave the dinning hall. Going the same way Rogue had, out the kitchen side door.
She wasn’t too hard to find. She was sitting quietly and a little depressingly under one of the large oak trees that lined the mansion property. I couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction. Rogue the hard trained mercenary that she was, was near tears over using her power on a man than can heal from anything. How ironic is that?
As I started my approach towards her I shifted my facial features from one of pure satisfaction to one of honest fear.
She didn’t hear me as I neared, lost deep within her own dark thoughts I suppose.
“Rogue,” I said as I sat next to her. Well when I mean next I mean on the farthest side of the bench as possible.
“Bobby?” she replied with some confusion.
“What did you do?” he/ I asked her.
“It was an accident. Logan--,” she tried to explain.
“We are never supposed to use our powers against another mutant,” I interrupt.
“But…,”
“The Professor is furious with you. The teachers are in his office right now discussing what should be done with you,” I tell her see her face fall as the words leave my mouth.
“What should I do?” she asks so pathetically I almost loose my perfectly straight serious face to answer her.
“Leave and never come back. It’ll be better that way. For everyone involved,” I say pretending as if Logan was some how involved. Tears almost spill over the lids of her eyes as she realizes what I am telling her. No one wants her here, she a danger, especially to Logan. She doesn’t even say anything. Just sets her tray down, nods once and bolts across the lawn as fast as Quicksilver.
I couldn’t stop the grin then. I let the grin spread into a smile as I let my triumph extend across my body. Even my eyes flashed for just a second into their normal bright yellow color.
I lingered on the out skirts of Xavier’s property just a few feet away from the oak tree I was just sitting under as I made one of the most rewarding phone calls I had ever made.
“Hello?” his dark voice said over the phone.
“It’s me. You’ll have her by the end of the tomorrow,” I smiled into the phone.
“And what about the rest of the plan?” he asked.
“Complete,” said I.
“Excellent. After tomorrow you may return to me. As of right now I have some political issues to discuss with the rest of the Brotherhood,” Magneto said to me.
“Of course,” I replied as the phone went dead on the other line. I snapped the phone shut and shifted into the tiny mauve haired girl I was earlier today. With the brightest smile I could form I skipped my way out of Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. Right behind a cloak covered girl with dark brown hair and skin as pale as snow.
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Magneto sat his silver phone down upon his desk and with a skillful stride motioned for his Brotherhood to follow. Entering a cold and desolate part of his Castle Magneto moved towards the only occupied cell within its black mortar and stone walls.
“Senator Kelly,” Magneto spoke out to the crumpled heap of a man on the floor.
“What have you done to me?” the senator asked in obvious fear.
“Welcome to the Brotherhood….Brother.”
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Author's Chapter Notes:
So sorry for the long wait but my life is a hectic mess sometimes lol. Anyways, I lost my original outline and the next few chapters when my computer crashed just shortly after the publication of chapter ten. So for the last two months I've been reorganizing all of my information and typing up a quick chapter 11. So I am sorry but this one is really short compared to all the others. Also, just a side note conversations will not be exactly the same as they are in the move, but they will be pretty close. I couldn't find the script online or they would be. I know I am suppose to be an X-Men fan and should have every single line remembered. But unfortunately it's been awhile. Please forgive me!!! Thanks!