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Eye for an Eye	By : TheShadowCat Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: My most humble apologies for how long it's been since I've updated. There were 2 deaths in my family within six weeks of each other last year and it's thrown me for a loop. However, it seems my muse has gotten over her grief and we're writing again. Please leave a review when you're done reading.

“Hello?” she greets into the phone.
“Hello, Moira,” a man's voice softly responds.
“Ch...Frank?” she eagerly questions. “Did you make it there alright? How did the interview go?”
“Yes, my dear, everything is fine,” he assures her. “I got the job.”
“That's wonderful,” she states, trying to sound enthusiastic. “You haven't told them. Have you?”
“No, and I think it's better this way,” he replies. “He's dead. Let him stay that way.”
“If you think it's best...,” she hesitantly starts.
“I do,” he gently, but firmly, states. “I must go now, Moira. I have lessons to prepare for.”
“Ok,” she sadly replies. “Call me and let me know how things are going. Will you?”
“Of course I will,” he says. “I'll talk to you soon.”
“Alright then,” she sighs. “Goodbye, Frank.”
“Goodbye, my dear.”
She gently returns the handset to the cradle as soon as she hears the line disconnect. With a sad sigh, she returns to her work. She hopes he hasn't made a huge mistake returning to New York and a part of her wishes that he will fail so he has to return to her.

She can't help but let out another scream as the miserable bastard who kidnapped her drops her again. She hears a familiar roar not too far away and she attempts to twist in mid-air to try and catch a glimpse of him. She can see him leaping from the top of a tree towards her.
She cries out his name past a throat that's raw from all the times the sick jackass has dropped her only to catch her only a few feet from the ground. She reaches out for him as his hands stretch towards her. With only inches to go, she feels that familiar hand around her ankle, yanking her away from Hank.
With a shriek that's a combination of anger and frustration, she kicks at Flynn with her free foot. He just laughs at her as he climbs higher into the darkening sky. A faint roar follows them as they continue to head in a south westerly direction.

With a roar born of anger and frustration, he continues to chase after Flynn and Amanda. Beast has complete control of his body, but Hank watches out for more mundane dangers as he races across the landscape. He hasn't bothered to keep track of how many cars they've barely avoided being hit by or pools they've nearly landed in while he watches through his own eyes even though he's not the one in control.
A small part of him realizes that this is must be what it's like for Beast, living a life through someone else's eyes. However, that's a very small part of his brain as his and Beast's only goal at this moment is to get Amanda back. Preferably, he wants to get to her before Flynn gets to wherever he's heading.
With a snarl vibrating through his chest, he crosses a deserted country road. He enters the woods on the other side of the street and has a hard time seeing his quarry. Fortunately, Amanda's screaming and yelling makes it easy to keep track of them, even when the trees obscure his view.
He sees a break in the trees up ahead and puts on a burst of speed. Suddenly, a form leaps out from behind a tree and before his mind can comprehend what is going on, he's fighting a new foe. They land on the ground with a thud that shakes the earth, each fighting for dominance.
They roll around several times before Beast is finally able to come out on top. With a roar of fury, Beast starts to tear the muscle bound fool to ribbons. The man laughs at Beast while the claws continue to rain down on him.
Beast pauses, startled by the sudden unexpected noise and then finally notices his claws have done nothing but tear the man's clothes to shreds. A fist catches Beast in the side of the face, sending the blue mutant tumbling through the leaf litter. Beast uses the momentum to roll to his feet, turning to face his opponent with a growl.
Beast bares his teeth with a snarl as the other mutant casually picks himself up off of the ground. He pulls his ruined shirt off and tosses it to the side while Hank tries to understand why this man looks familiar. Beast couldn't care less as he launches himself at the other man.
“Now this is more like it,” the man crows as he meets Beast head on.
It doesn't take long before Beast becomes so enraged that he's literally seeing red. The man doesn't avoid Beast's punches, but it doesn't do any good. Hank tries to convince Beast to give up this fight as it's quickly becoming apparent that they can't do damage to this particular mutant.
Unfortunately, Beast is too far gone in his blood lust to want to stop and it's not until they hear Amanda's scream of fear that causes Beast to pause.

They hang there over a clearing filled with wild flowers. He's still holding onto her by her ankle and she's having a hard time breathing. She can hear what can only be described as a wild animal fight going on in the woods a little ways off and she just knows it's Beast.
She's scared to death for him and for herself and any chance of her putting up a cold mask has been shot to hell. Tears are flowing up her forehead and into her hair which isn't helping her breathing problem any. She can't imagine why other mutants would be attacking them.
“Really, Flight, is that any way to treat our special...guest?” a cultured male voice asks from nearby.
She quickly blinks the tears out of her eyes as she tries to twist around to see who's talking, but doesn't see anyone below them.
“She was biting and scratching me,” Flynn grumbles unapologetically. “Fight's the one with the alligator skin, not me.”
“Very well,” the gentleman sighs. “Leave her to me.”
“Fine with me,” Flynn states just before letting go of her.
She barely starts to take a breath to scream when she finds herself floating in mid air. At first she's confused, but then she realizes that it feels like her pants are being pulled off. She grabs the top of her jeans and then, suddenly, she's flipped over.
While it's a relief to no longer have the blood rushing to her head, it now feels like she's getting the mother of all wedgies. She can feel tears caused by the pain stinging her eyes and there's nothing she can do about it. She tries to wiggle around to reduce the pressure in a very sensitive place, so at first she doesn't notice the new man in front of her.
When she does notice him, riding up pants and panties are the least of her concern. She inhales sharply when recognition hits and it takes a great deal of control not to whimper. With all of the self discipline she's learned over the years, she manages to raise her chin in defiance despite her trembling hands and pounding heart.
“Erik Lensherr,” she says, her voice only slightly shaky.
“Very good, my dear Miss Simon,” he purrs with a smirk as the setting sun glints off of his helmet and a slight wind makes his cape billow around him. “But I really do prefer the name Magneto.”
Before she can answer, they hear a roar of anger from the woods. She twists as far as she can to try and see what's going on, her heart in her throat. Her worry for him skyrockets when she can hear a man's laugh coming from the woods and it's not a happy sound.
“I think Fight has had enough of a workout, don't you?” he muses. “Time to bring the Beast to his knees.”
She finds herself spinning through the air and screaming like she's never screamed before.

“MATE!” Beast roars with fury as he turns and charges towards the sound of her screaming.
The man he had been fighting tries to catch him. While the other mutant may be impervious to damage and quite possibly stronger than Beast, he most certainly isn't faster. Beast quickly leaves him far behind as he races through the woods and out into a meadow covered in wildflowers.
When he breaks free of the trees, he can see Amanda spinning end over end. With an angry bellow, he charges across the clearing and makes a leap for her. She's pulled out of his reach at the last second and his roar fills the air.
Beast is furious that she's hanging in midair above his head, just out of reach and Hank is wondering how she's staying up without Flynn to hold her. Beast paces back and forth beneath her, hunched over like a giant blue ape and never taking his eyes off of her. Hank tries to take back control, but Beast isn't willing to give up just yet.
“Well, well,” a voice that Hank was dreading to hear chuckles. “It seems that your nom de guerre is well earned.”
Beast simply bares his teeth and snarls at Magneto as he hovers nearby. With barely a glance, he stops Amanda's spinning, but leaves her hanging just out of reach of Beast. He watches dispassionately as Beast makes another leap for the woman only to miss by a few inches.
“Do calm yourself, Ambassador,” Magneto instructs in a bored voice. “You'll get her back...eventually.”
Beast just ignores him as he continues with his pacing and Magneto quirks an eyebrow up at his behavior. As tempting as it would be to just tease the blue buffoon beneath him, he really has better things to do.
“Come now, McCoy,” Magneto huffs. “I do not have all the time in the world.”
Beast roars at him and then takes another flying leap towards Amanda. She reaches for him in the vain hope that this time he'll make it. The breath is knocked out of her as she feels herself jerked upwards several feet. She knows why Hank isn't responding and she can't imagine letting Beast continue to control his body helping their situation.
“Please, I need Hank,” she whispers, still trying to catch her breath and ignoring the queasiness in her belly from being spun around like a top.
Magneto barely hears her soft plea and he looks at her quizzically. She never notices his gaze as her eyes are on the blue mutant beneath her. Magneto never sees the shudder that runs through Hank's body just before he stands erect and glares at the other mutant.
“Let her go, Magneto,” Hank orders. “This is between you and me.”
“Ah, that's more like it,” Magneto happily states as he looks down at Hank. “She'll be released all in good time.”
“She'll be released now!” Hank boldly states. “She hasn't done you any wrong.”
“True,” Magneto replies. “However, she does have her uses...so far.”
“What do you want?” Hank growls as he starts to walk, forcing Magneto to turn to watch him.
“I want you to beg,” Magneto tells him, his voice turning dangerous.
Hank doesn't pause, but drops to his knees.
“Please, let her go,” Hank pleads. “Your fight is with me. Take your anger out on me and let her go. Please.”
“That was much too easy,” Magneto grumbles. “Have you no pride, Ambassador?”
“Not where she's concerned,” Hank responds.
“You really do care for her,” Magneto states with a slightly bemused tone of voice. “Why?”
“You really need to ask that?” Hank asks, spreading his arms to indicate his appearance.
“Interesting point,” Magneto replies with a bit of a smirk. “But what if that all changed? Would she still mean as much to you?”
“You had better not be planning on doing to her as you did to Senator Kelly,” Hank growls in warning.
“Not her, dear boy,” Magneto chuckles as he pulls something out from under his cloak. “You.”
Hank slightly frowns at the object in Magneto's hand until the hovering mutant releases it and it slowly floats down to him. It's a syringe and Hank has no doubt what is in it. He can feel his heart pounding against his ribs and Beast rages in his head, desperately trying to take over.
“How is this punishment?” Hank inquires, a slightly amused look on his face. “Besides, as you well know, this is only temporary.”
“I'm well aware of its lack of staying power,” Magneto retorts as he becomes only marginally aware of Amanda squirming around a few feet away from him. “I want you know what it feels like to be completely helpless. The rage of no longer having your abilities to call upon when you need them most.”
“Sort of like what it must have felt for Mystique when you left her lying there, naked on the floor, after she had taken a dart for you,” Hank responds calmly. “If rumor is to believed, she still holds a bit of a grudge against you for that. Rumor also has it that you've been looking for her and that the last mutant you sent after her barely escaped with her life. But that's just rumor.”
“Remember whose life I hold in my hands, Ambassador,” Magneto snarls.
Amanda lets out a squeak of surprise when she's suddenly flipped over. However, this time she doesn't waste time trying to keep her pants on. In fact, she has her shoes toed off and the button of her jeans undone within moments of being flipped over.
She yells for Hank as she goes into free fall, knowing that he'll catch her. In the blink of an eye, she feels him grabbing her in mid air. He quickly gets her to wrap her arms and legs around his torso as he holds her close and runs for all he's worth towards the trees.
He can hear Magneto yelling at the other mutants nearby, but he ignores them. He feels Beast sliding up next to him and he readily allows it. He knows that at any second he may have to give control over to his primal self to keep her safe.
If he can get to the woods, he's fairly sure he can lose them. With Beast urging him on, he pushes himself beyond what he thought he was capable of. He can see the woods just a few yards away when something stabs him right next to his shoulder blade.
He roars in pain as his body feels like it's on fire and his legs give out beneath him. He barely manages to twist himself in mid fall so that he doesn't land on her. Whatever is in his back is driven farther in when he lands and he screams in agony.
He can't help but writhe around on the ground as it feels like every nerve in his body is on fire. He never hears her yelling his name or her hands on him, trying to pull him to his feet. An eternity later, the pain subsides enough that he's no longer screaming or thrashing around. His breath comes in great gasps while his body trembles from the aftershock of the burning hell he's just gone through and he can feel tears on his face.
It takes him several moments to realize someone is calling his name and pulling on him. He blinks the tears out of his eyes and blearily looks up at his assailant only to realize that it's a nearly hysterical Amanda. He reaches for her and then stops to stare at his hand.
The blue fur and claw like nails are gone. He realizes that Amanda's voice sounds like it's going through cotton stuffed in his ears. He takes a deep breath through his nose and it's almost like his sense of smell is completely gone.
He can still feel the needle of the syringe stuck in his back, but he doesn't have time to worry about that. He shakily pushes himself up and she grabs a hold of his arm, trying to get him to stand up. He gets to his feet and wobbles there for a second before stumbling towards the trees.
She tries to pull him along, not caring that she's barely dressed and only has socks on her feet. They have to get out of there before Magneto and his goons catch up with them. She glances at him worriedly, noting the sweat beading on his brow and his drunken way of walking.
She puts his arm over her shoulders and tries to steady him with an arm around his waist while continuing to move them forward. She's fairly sure it's hopeless, but she's not giving up without a fight. They only get a few steps when she feels something sharp slam into her upper arm. She looks down at what hit her and immediately starts screaming.
He's so disoriented from his transformation that it takes him a moment to realize that she's in trouble. He looks over at her to see why she's carrying on so and it's not until he sees the needle sticking out of her arm that he understands. He tries to make a grab for the syringe, but the combination of her panicking and his uncoordinated state has them tripping over each other's feet.
He barely manages to turn them so he ends up on the bottom when they fall. He bites back a yelp of pain as the needle still lodged in his back is driven in further. Her thrashing around isn't helping any while he tries to out muscle her so he can get the needle out.
It takes several tries to finally grab hold of the syringe and yank it out of her arm, throwing it as far away as possible. Once it's gone, she turns and starts sobbing into his chest. He has no more strength to run and just holds her to him.
A few moments later he realizes they're no longer alone. He looks over at the other mutants and finally realizes why the mutant he was fighting earlier looked familiar. Standing next to Flynn, it's obvious that the muscle bound jerk is more than likely their driver's brother.
“There was no reason to give her the Cure,” Hank snarls and tries not to notice how weak he sounds. “She's human.”
“Well, she most certainly is now,” Magneto replies with a smirk, still hovering above them. “It never hurts to be sure.”
“Please, let her go,” Hank begs again, ignoring the way her arms tighten around him.
“And have her go running to the X-Men?” Magneto counters. “I think not.”
Before Hank can come up with a response, Magneto turns his back on them and starts to float away.
“Fight, Flight, show our guests to their rooms,” Magneto orders over his shoulder.
There's a brief struggle as the couple try to hold onto each other, but in the end, the mutants win. Hank watches helplessly as Flynn flies off with a defeated Amanda in his arms, her pants flung over his shoulder. After having his pockets emptied, Hank is half marched, half dragged across the meadow filled with wildflowers and he couldn't care less about the beauty of the land around him.
Soon, he sees where they're headed and it strikes him as oddly surreal. The most notorious mutant in the world is living in a two story farm house, complete with white washed shutters and a porch with a swing. As they come through the front door, he sees several mutants watching their progress, including none other than Pyro.
Before he can open his mouth to talk to the young man, he's dragged down a set of stairs into the basement. He frowns at the small space and he wonders if they intend to leave the two of them in this small area. He quickly takes note of their surroundings, the two sets of empty shelves against one wall, a washer and dryer, water heater and a deep sink take up most of what little floor space there is.
He starts to calculate a way to escape when he notices Flynn slipping out from behind a set of shelves without Amanda or her pants. Before he can demand to know what's become of her, Fight drags him towards the second set of shelves. He presses a hidden button and there's a soft 'click' as shelves move slightly away from the wall on one side.
Hank's quickly shoved through the small opening before he can open his mouth to object. He finds himself in a small cell that's maybe five feet by eight feet. There's a narrow cot against the wall across from him with a toilet and sink to the right. However, it's the chair bolted to the floor in front of a wall of Plexiglas that has his utmost attention.
He looks to his left and he can see into the room next to his. It's much smaller than his, maybe five feet by five feet, if that. The only light is coming from the cell next to his and he knows he's looking through a two way mirror. He can see that the neighboring room's walls are all mirrors with a concrete floor with a drain in the center and the ceiling has several rows of florescent tube lighting.
He can see Amanda in there, banging against the walls and yelling at the top of her lungs to be let out, her jeans lying forgotten on the floor. He can hear her clearly and he figures there must be speakers somewhere in his cell and a microphone in hers. He bangs on the Plexiglas, calling her name. After a few minutes he realizes that it's hopeless, that she can't hear him.
He slowly sinks down into the chair and helplessly watches as she continues to yell her demands for a few minutes more. Eventually, she gives up and goes to put her pants back on. He can see that familiar cold mask on her face as she glares at the wall she knows contains the door. After a while, she slowly sinks down to the ground and sits with her back to the wall. When she looks up at the ceiling, blinking as she stares at those annoyingly bright lights, he has to wonder what she sees up there.
“Please, God, don't let them hurt Hank,” he hears her whisper through the speakers and his heart nearly breaks in two.
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