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Chapter List
- 1-Author's Note
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-Ch 2
- 4-Ch 3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-Ch 5
- 7-Ch 6
- 8-Ch 7
- 9-Ch 8
- 10-Ch 9
- 11-Ch 10
- 12-Ch 11
- 13-Ch 12
- 14-Ch 13
- 15-Ch 14
- 16-Ch 15
- 17-Ch 16
- 18-Ch 17
- 19-Ch 18
- 20-Ch 19
- 21-Ch 20
- 22-Ch 21
- 23-Ch 22
- 24-Ch 23
- 25-Ch 24
- 26-Ch 25
- 27-Ch 26
- 28-Ch 27
- 29-Ch 28
- 30-Ch 29
- 31-Ch 30
- 32-Ch 31
- 33-Ch 32
- 34-Ch 33
- 31
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- 33
Reviewer Response:� Ravensfrost, Throwerchick, and Anon -
thank you for your sweet words!� It is awesome to hear from those who are
enjoying the story.� :^)

I�m not sure if anyone is still waiting on this story,
since it�s been a while.� My apologies that it has taken so long for this
chapter to come about.� Real life has been hectic.� And, I�ve had a hard time
wanting to sit down to write.� I had actually considered adding more to this
chapter, but figured that the point it stops is fairly decent, perhaps slightly
cliff-hangerish (though not much).� There is only one chapter left to this
story (the climax) � unless it tends to be too long and has to be split.� I�ve
already planned the scenes in my mind how to end the fic, it�s just a matter of
getting it written.

See all notes, disclaimers, and warnings in chapter 1

Warnings #2:� No beta for this chapter, so all mistakes are
my fault and/or the fault of MS Word spellchecker.

Words between / / are thoughts or mental speak
Words between * * are flashbacks
Words between ~ ~ are lyrics to any songs that may be used
in the fic

Ch 31

There was a steady drip that
echoed around the underground lab, as if water droplets were falling from
stalactites into a shallow pool deep within a cave.� Scott roused slowly to the
sound, unable to pinpoint the exact cause of the noise.� As consciousness grew,
so did all his body�s aches and pains.� It took a minute to categorize all his
injuries and recall how he received them; a head wound seemed to be the biggest
and most worrisome of all the aches.� It was possible he had a concussion; at
least the fuzzy thoughts in his brain seemed to point to such.� He groaned as
he pushed himself off the floor, only to sway fiercely and drop back to his
knees with his head hanging low and one hand resting on his thighs as the other
came up to probe the wound at his temple.� In that moment, he realized that he
no longer wore his protective visor.�

�Scott?� Xavier queried from where
he sat against the wall.�

�My�� Scott rubbed his eyes, unable
to grasp the loss of the one piece of technology that gave him control over his
powers.

�Yes, I know.�� Xavier
sympathized.� �But, you don�t have to worry.� We appear to be within a
dampening field that has blocked our powers.�� The older man�s brow drew
together in concern.� He couldn�t get to Scott to assess the damage.� �Are you
ok?�

Breathing sharply through his nose
to control the nausea, Scott slowly raised his head to look at his mentor.�
�I�ve been better.� What happened?�� It was then that he gingerly turned his
head to take in their surroundings.� Both he and the Professor were in some
kind of cell, the walls of which appeared to be energy.� Beyond the barrier,
there appeared to be a lab with all sorts of equipment lining walls, or adorning
shelves.� It was cluttered, yet organized simultaneously.� �What is this
place?�

Xavier was momentarily mesmerized,
at the glimpse of the beautiful hazel eyes he had never known Scott had, before
he answered. �I had planned to tell you all just before we were attacked.� It
appears things did not go as planned.�� The older man�s gaze shifted in another
direction.

Scott turned to look at the
telepath, wincing slightly at the pain in his head.� But, Xavier had his eyes
fixed on something behind Scott.� When the team leader managed to shift his
body to see what was there, he gasped at the mutant hanging in chains from the
ceiling.� �Gambit!�

Gambit swung tortured eyes to
blink at him before turning to stare at whatever had captured his attention.�
When Cyclops followed the Cajun�s line of sight and saw his wife lying on an
operating table, he felt his heart clench painfully.� �JEAN!� He yelled and
jumped to his feet, only to cry out at the overwhelming hurt radiating from his
skull.

�Tsk, tsk, tsk� A disembodied
voice scolded before a demon emerged from the shadows.� �You really must not
overdo it, young Summers.��

Scott stifled a whimper that
threatened to escape his throat and turned an angry glare in the direction of
their captor.� �Who the hell are you?�

Sinister stepped up to the force
field and peered inside.� �My name is Nathaniel Essex.� I am a doctor by
profession, and a scientist by choice.� Some call me Sinister.�� He rubbed his
chin thoughtfully for a moment.� �Though I really don�t understand why.�� Essex took another moment, then shrugged as if it mattered not.

�Why have you taken us prisoner?�
Why are you keeping us here, Dr. Essex?� Xavier demanded.�

�All in good time, my dear
professor.� All in good time.�� Essex looked critically at the force field
before nodding as if satisfied.� �As I�m sure you are already aware, this field
is an inhibitor that keeps your powers curtailed for the moment.�� He smiled
evilly at Xavier.� �Can�t have you mentally interfering with my procedures, now
can I.�

He lost some of his smile when
Scott suddenly rushed the electrical wall, stopping just shy of touching it.�
�Release us now!��

The move was meant to intimidate,
and for a moment, Essex thought he might have flinched at the unexpected
action.� Composing himself, he stared down his nose at the other mutant that
was almost the same height.� �No.� he said succinctly.�

There was a need to dispel some of
Scott�s anger, before it got out of hand and possibly caused them both harm.�
Xavier called out softly to his younger charge.� �Scott, help me to the cot,
please.�� He had been sitting on the floor since waking in this place, and the
cold had seeped into his bones, chilling him.� Another moment or two of tension
between the men before Scott finally relented and moved to Xavier�s side.� He
was still dizzy and weak from his own ordeal, so it was an exercise in
frustration and teamwork to maneuver the handicapped professor to the end of
one of the makeshift beds that had been setup within their prison.

Essex moved away from the cell and floated by the table on which
Jean lay, pausing for a moment to assess her physical condition.� Amused red
eyes turned towards the cell when Sinister heard the mighty Cyclops rush the
front of the cell and growl in warning.� �She is very lovely, as fine a
specimen as you.� I imagine your children will be simply stunning.�

�Get the hell away from her, you
bastard.� Scott snarled, briefly touching the energy wall with his hand, but
jerking back and hissing in pain at the contact.�

The scientist frowned at the boy.�
�I wouldn�t do that too often, if I were you.� It might damage you, and that
would not make me very happy.�� He turned to completely face the cell, standing
at his full height while placing one menacing hand on Jean�s swollen belly as
he warned.� �And you do not want to make me unhappy.�

It didn�t take long for the
implication to register, and Scott subsided.� Turning, he made his way over to
stand next to the professor.� Xavier�s presence helped him to regain his composure,
and he needed to remain calm if he hoped to find a way out of this prison for
all of them.� Seeing that Cyclops had settled, Essex shifted his attention to
his servant, staring appreciatively at the Cajun where he hung in abject
misery.� �Well, Remy, I see that your mission was successful.�

Scott hissed.� �What the hell are
you talking about?�� He turned cold, hard eyes toward Gambit, who in turned
glared back at the scientist.� Gambit refused to say anything; neither
confirming nor denying what his master said.�

�Oh come now, Summers.� I know you
have more intelligence that this.�� Essex glided smoothly over to his servant,
amusement in his tone as he watched the Cajun�s defiance.� �But, of course,
this boy works for me.� How else do you think I was able to obtain the
necessary information to infiltrate your security and whisk away three of the
most powerful mutants in the world?�� The smirk that appeared on that lecherous
mouth was pure smugness as he regarded the boy�s reactions.� What he did not
expect were the soft words from the older telepath.

�I know what you are trying to do,
Dr. Essex.� But, it won�t work.� Remy has already told us the truth.�� Xavier
met both Scott�s confused gaze, as well as Sinister�s incredulous one with a
confidence that clearly indicated the truth and belief of his words.� It took a
moment for the doctor to wrap his brilliant mind around that fact.� The fact
that his pet had actually defied him so much was an unpleasant variable in the
dynamics of their relationship.� The scientist was clearly unhappy at the
prospect of the boy seeking a way to escape him, though Essex couldn�t convince
himself to actually be surprised by this turn of events.� Still, it didn�t
matter, and worked to his favor, as he now had the three X-men in his
possession in addition to the return of his wayward slave.� And soon, he would
have the ultimate prize in the form of the two infant children he would take
from the girl�s womb.

�I see that LeBeau has been busy in his time with the
X-men.�� Gambit couldn�t help but flinch at the evil glint in his master�s
eye.� He couldn�t look at the Professor or Scott, and stared helplessly
straight ahead in a futile attempt to ignore the scientist.� �But tell me,
Xavier, how much did the boy actually tell you?� Have you worked out all the
pieces of the puzzle known as Gambit, I wonder?�� Essex watched his captives
for a moment, before he smiled and continued confidently.� �No.� You are no
closer to the truth, than you are to your illusory dreams of mutant equality.�
If you were, you most definitely would have treated the boy differently.��

Essex regarded the Cajun.� �Perhaps it is time I tell you
what is so special about this mutant.�� He moved closer to the boy as he began
to speak.� �As a doctor, I have the ability to access and decipher all of the
medical databanks that exist.� You can imagine my glee at finding readily
available mutant blood samples from blood banks around the world; such an
easily accessible supply.�� Essex sneered at the two in their energy cage.�
�All of you X-men are so conveniently noble when it comes to donating blood
when a crisis arises.�

One pale white hand moved tenderly, almost reverently, over
the swells and valleys of the Cajun�s chest; sharp nails scraping thin red
lines at various points as he purposely drew his captives� attention to the
prize hanging before him.� �It was a testament to my brilliance that I achieved
my ultimate goal.� By combining the DNA strands of two of the world�s greatest
telepaths � one, I might add, having the abilities of telekinesis as well...�
he briefly glanced in Jean�s direction before turning his burning red eyes back
to the creation before him.� ��adding in the elements of an energy wielder as
powerful as the mighty Cyclops, and my own glorious genes, I have produced the
rarest creature of all.�� He continued to stare lovingly at the boy.� Remy
could only squeeze his eyes together tightly and turn his face into his arm,
unable to avoid his master�s touch from his confined position.

�An empath.�� Xavier stated as he watched the doctor�s
fingers trail over the boy�s ribs.�

Essex turned toward Xavier and blinked once before throwing
his head back to emit a guttural laugh full of amusement.� Sharp, pointed teeth
gleamed in the overhead lights of the lab as his hearty guffaws filled the
room, sending a shiver down Xavier�s spine as his lips pressed together in a
thin line.� It was obvious the scientist was insane, and mocking them.�
Finally, the laughter ceased and Sinister turned his jagged teeth smile towards
the telepath.� �Well, there is that, too.� The world of an empath is a vicious
cycle where emotion fuels even greater emotion, the flames fanning higher
exponentially until the weight of it all crushes the source of that fuel,
killing the one yielding the talent.� Yes, an empath is quite rare.�� His smile
turned cruel before he made his next statement.� �And of no use to anyone.�
They are weak, dying or turning insane before they reach puberty.� Most of them
commit suicide.�� He turned back to the Cajun and grabbed the auburn hair in
one fist, yanking the boy�s head so that he once again faced his master.� �As
intriguing as that is, I have no interest in such a mutant power.� It serves
nothing in my purpose and deserves to be culled from the mutant populace.� No,
if that was Remy�s only gift, I would not have wasted my time helping him block
it.� Instead, I would have observed his demise much as I observe the reactions
of one of my test animals to a new chemical.��

Running a cold tongue along the side of Remy�s face,
Sinister smirked at the disgust in his pet�s eyes.� He didn�t bother to give
any attention to the other three captives though his words were directed at the
Professor.� �Ah, Xavier.� How poignant that you would fail to see the true
potential of this boy.� He is more powerful that all of your children
combined.�

�And what makes him so rare and powerful, Essex?� Scott
hissed, ready for the man to get to the point he obviously wanted to make.

Sinister turned his gaze on the energy wielder standing next
to the Professor, noting the possessive hand Scott held on the older man�s
shoulder.� Eerie red eyes glowed brilliantly for a moment as Essex dropped all
pretense of good nature and bared his teeth at them.� �It�s quite simple, young
Summers.� At full power, Remy can destroy the world with but a thought.�� With
that, he released his hold on the Cajun, sending the boy�s body swinging as he
turned and left the lab.

There was nothing but silence in
the wake of Essex�s departure.� The three men regarded each other as their
faces reflected varying degrees of emotion; one with anger and betrayal, one
with regret and resignation, one with understanding and sadness.� But it was
the soft words from the mutant lying on the examining table that startled them
all to look in her direction with concern.� �All my life,� she began, �I have
hated this gift that made me different.� I just wanted it to be gone, so I
could live normally like everyone else.�� Her eyes fluttered open to stare at
the ceiling, as one hand slowly rose to gently touch the collar around her
neck.� �And now that my powers are denied me, I have never missed something
more in my life.�� She turned her verdant eyes toward the Cajun, challenging
him to answer her earnestly.� �Did you betray us, Gambit?� Did you betray my
children?��

Devil red is what his eyes had
always been called.� The white devil was the name given to him in his youth; a
name deserving of a lying thief.� Those same red eyes, that always caused him
grief, now begged for Jean to see the truth of his words.� �In de beginning.�
he rasped, throat gone dry and harsh from hours of screaming, �Mas de longer I
stay wit� you, de more I see you not what Remy been told.� You bien folk.��
Ruby eyes glittered with emotion.� �Didn� know mon ma�tre was after you and de
babies.� Never wanted to hurt anyone, especially de bebs, chere.��

While she studied him, her head
groggy from the receding effects of the drugs, she heard the Professor.� �He
told me his mission was to steal genetic data from our databanks, and that was
all.� When he told me this, our plan was to have Remy given him falsified
information.�

�Then how did Sinister know the
coordinates to penetrate our security.� He had to have gotten that from Gambit,
just as he said.�� Scott fumed, angry beyond words at their current predicament
and the perceived betrayal by a fellow team mate.

But again, it was Jean who spoke,
turning her head to try and see her husband.� The attempt was futile, as he was
out of her line of sight.� �Look at him, Scott.� Really see him.� Does Remy
look like he gave up that kind of information so willingly?�� She turned back
to regard the bruised and battered Cajun.� �You called him your master, yet you
chose to try and defy him by giving him false data.� And then you obviously
fought him when he tried to gain the information that allowed him to break into
the mansion.� No one is truly a slave, whose will is free.� Sighing heavily,
Jean finally closed her eyes and began to drift towards unconsciousness once
again.��

*********

Logan prowled back and forth across the room while Hank fiddled
with the computer system.� They had played the tape many times since their team
mates had been kidnapped, and were no closer to learning where they might have
been taken.� It was enough to make his eyes flash yellow as his feral nature
threatened to take over.� �Why the hell can�t you find the location?� And where
the hell are the others?� They should be here by now.�

Hank frowned, pinching the bridge
of his nose through two massive fingers.� �I told you, Logan. Storm, Bobby, and
Rogue are still with the children, moving them to the secondary safe house.�
They should return once some of the other instructors have arrived to take over
the watch, along with Betsy and Warren who are coming in from the city.� As for
our missing comrades, the computer was not capable of calculating the starting
point of the vortex.� It�s not something our systems have ever seen before,
and��

But the older man cut him off.�
�Then what good is the damn thing?�� He stopped and proceeded to punch another
hole in the wall beside the larger opening that he and the big blue doctor had
created when they were blasted.� �Shit!�

All the good doctor could do was
sigh heavily.� �That�s not really helping, my friend.�� Henry completely missed
the scowl that the older man cast his way as he began muttering to himself once
again.� �Now, where was I?� Oh yes.� If I can calculate the diameter of the
maw, extrapolate the amount of energy produced, hmmm�then the force needed to
sustain it for the length of time that they were here.� Let�s see, the
equation�� The doctor was in his own little world of calculations and theories
as Logan ran an impatient hand through his hair.� The feral was just on the
verge of quipping another sarcastic remark, when the warning systems began to
shrill.

- Intruder alert -
- Intruder alert -

�Where, goddammit!?� Where?� Logan shouted at the machine, his eyes glowing with the need to kill something.�

�Just a moment� Hank called out
frantically, big burly fingers flying over the keyboards.� �The front lawn.�
It�s�oh my stars and..�� But he never finished his statement as Logan took off like a bat out of hell.� �LOGAN!� WAIT!�� Hank bounded after his teammate,
anxious to reach him before he confronted the mutant that the computer had
identified.

Logan barreled through the front door, onto the lawn, and
froze.� Hovering not more than thirty yards away from him was one of the few
mutants in the world that actually terrified him; one of the few in the world
who could kill him in moments with simply a wave of his hand.� �Magneto� he
growled low in his throat, �This day just keeps gettin� better n� better.�� He
extended both claws as he yelled �What the hell d�ya want, ya mangy bastard?��

Erik simply arched a brow at the
feral.� �Well, if it isn�t Xavier�s pet pit bull.� I hoped you might be dead
after our last encounter.�� With those taunting words, Logan launched himself
at the man, desperate to reach him before Magneto could take control of the
metal in his bones.� But, he wasn�t quick enough, and Magneto caught him in an
invisible grip half-way in the air.� Erik squeezed one hand into a fist and
grit his teeth.� �I shall finish what I started at our last battle.�

�NOOOOO!!!!� Hank cried as he,
too, came charging out of the house and straight at the master of magnetism.�
But Lensherr reached his free hand towards the metal railings of the porch and
yanked them towards the doctor, enclosing them around the big blue mutant, like
a straight jacket, to effectively stop the man in his tracks.� Logan gurgled in agony as he felt the metal beginning to seep from his body.� A cold sweat
covered his body from the overwhelming fear and anger of dying such a painful,
useless death; one where he didn�t get to, at least, exert just as much damage
on the enemy before the end.� He couldn�t die!� Not now, not when they still
needed him; when Remy still needed him.� It wasn�t fair that he would be
leaving this plane of existence just when he had found his soul mate.�

Before Lensherr could gloat at his
captive, a wave of needle-like ice particles flew at him from the side, slicing
into any exposed skin as well as some of his clothing.� It diverted his
attention from pulling the metal from the feral�s body as he sent more power
into the bubble shield surrounding him in an attempt to deflect the tiny
shards.� Once the barrage ended, Magneto glared at the new player on the field,
momentarily awed at the pristine, limpid ice sculpture the other mutant�s body
presented.

�You dare challenge me, little
boy?�� Magneto smirked at Bobby, irritation and amusement warring in his eyes.�
�I could manipulate all of the iron in your blood in mere moments, killing you
instantly.�

But, Bobby was not about to back
down.� He was an intimidating sight in his ice form as he answered.� �And I can
freeze all the liquid in yours just as quickly.� So, tell me Magneto, do you
really wanna see who the fastest draw is?�� The Ice Man�s crystalline orbs
flashed brilliantly in the sun as he stared down the older mutant.

For his part, Erik was fuming
internally.� Who did this insolent whelp think he is?� Obviously, Xavier was
failing to teach his children proper respect for authority.� Still, Erik knew
all about the boy�s capabilities. �The question then became just how powerful
had the boy become in his time at Xavier�s academy?� Had this mere child truly
learned to harness his powers to such a degree that he could freeze the very
blood in a human�s body?� Ironically, it was a thought that made him shiver.�
He had not come here to wage war with the X-men, at least not at this time.�
Rather, he was repaying a debt to the very mutants that Sinister so callously
destroyed.� He would see the scientist punished for his transgression.� And if it
helped his one-time friend, Xavier, in the process, then it was more the
better.� He released his hold on the feral, sending the mutant crashing to the
ground and writhing in agony as the quick-healing body repaired itself.� �I did
not come here to fight with you.� I merely wish to impart some information that
you may find useful in regards to your search for your missing team mates.�

From his position on the ground,
metal still binding him, Hank gave the man a sardonic look.� �I think your case
for trust would be easier made under a few concessions.�� He pointedly looked
at the metal wrapping his torso.� A corner of Lensherr�s mouth twitched up in
the shadow of a smile, before he flicked one hand towards the good doctor and
effectively released him from his makeshift prison.�

Logan had recovered quickly, the damage this time not nearly as vast
as the last time, and lay on the ground alternately panting and growling.� �Why
should we believe anything you have to say?�

The master of magnetism simply
shrugged.� �It matters not, whether you believe me.� I am here for my own
interests primarily, not yours.�

�And just what are those
interests?� Hank queried as he hauled himself to a standing position and dusted
off his clothes.�

�To see justice done.�� Came the
adamant remark from the man.

�Justice?� Logan spat, head bent
as one hand came up to wipe blood from the edge of his mouth.� He rolled his
eyes upwards to glare at the other mutant through the fringe of his lashes.�
�Or revenge?�

Lensherr waved a hand absently, as
if to disregard such a ridiculous notion.� �Semantics, Wolverine.� Purely
semantics.� After all, justice and revenge are simply two sides of the same
coin.�� He leveled a stern gaze at the blue haired mutant, as he considered the
doctor to be the most intelligent one of the three, and therefore the only one
worth consideration in this conversation.� �Essex and I may both be your enemy,
but we are not the same, no matter your opinion.� I strive for a world where
mutants � ALL mutants � are in control, not subjected to the petty prejudices
of mundane humans.� As such, I can not tolerate one, such as he, who would
flagrantly dispatch an entire mutant community simply because they did not live
up to his idea of a perfect specimen.�� Magneto sighed, suddenly tired of it
all.� It seemed such an endless battle sometimes, and he realized he had turned
bitter in his old age.� With each passing year, he seemed to lose more and more
of himself to the rage within, until he didn�t recognize himself anymore.� And
then there was the matter of Charles.� They had been friends and colleagues,
once upon time.� �It would be unfortunate to lose Charles to Sinister, when his
final battle should be with me.�

�You�re a real piece of work, you
know that?�� Bobby jeered, then threw up an impromptu ice shield to block the
metal railing that Magneto sent flying his way.

Erik glared at the ice mutant.�
�You are many decades too young to disrespect me, boy.�

Bobby was about to retort, Logan altering his stance for attack as well, when Hank roared �ENOUGH!�� The doctor turned
his attention toward his younger team mate.� �Bobby, back off.�� He whipped
back towards the feral and pointed his finger.� �Logan, stand down.�� When he
was satisfied that they were complying for the moment, he shifted his interest
to the final mutant in this particular game.� �Alright, Magneto.� We�re
listening.�

End ch 31
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