Adult-FanFiction.org : Marvel 'Verse

Bits and Pieces	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Bits and Pieces
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 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
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 38
- 39
- 40
Bits and Pieces Chapter Thirty Nine
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *happy pagan dance
* InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena
and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: *GLOKE* Morgan: So�you like� stuff? Readers/Reviewers: Okay, this is the last �chapter� but there�s
an epilogue tomorrow. Aaaaaaaaaaand�
something for Doctor Nightfall tomorrow, too. ;)

Magneto
tapped one long finger slowly against the desk.
He did not even notice he was doing it, the rhythmic gesture oddly
soothing for his troubled mind. Things,
he thought with a grain of bitterness, are not always as they seem. _I am a foolish old man. I have allowed my vanity to lead me down
paths I never would have chosen as a young man.
My anger has brought
me to this place� _ �Nathaniel,
tell me� Where is the child?� he asked
offhandedly, still tapping his finger against the wooden desk. He hated this room. It was too� organic, he decided. Everything was wood and natural fiber. But it was not his home. It was Nathaniel�s. Recently purchased, still smelling of paint
and varnish, refurbished to it�s former Gilded Age
glory. No, Magneto decided, he hated the
entire house. Leave it to Essex to live in such an
ostentatious representation of American excess, one of the earliest examples of
bourgeois culture in the former colonies.
Essex
paused, not spilling a drop of the expensive potable but definitely
bobbling. �Pardon me? This is a child-free home.�
�Do not,�
Magneto smiled, standing slowly and rising to his full height and pinning Essex
with a pointed glare, �play me for a fool, Essex. I am not so simple as to be manipulated by
the likes of you.� He did not move from
his spot before the desk even as the doctor set the fine crystal snifter down
and advanced on him. �Where is the
child?�
�The child? There are
so many to deal with these days, both the physical sort and the psychological
sort. Do you mean that Tarot girl, or
even your own child Pietro? Or perhaps Wanda� I�ve
seen her about lately. Or,� he paused,
smiling in a way that put Magneto in mind of a shark, �do you mean the baby,
your grandson?�
�I am not a
monster, Nathaniel,� Magneto replied in an even tone. He could feel the metal in the room, the
magnetic field almost calling to him. It
was not a large amount but it would be enough, he felt. �I do not traffic in children. I do not engage in torturing them, abusing
them� Where is the child?� There, he
thought. Just across the room. It was within the wooden stand, closed
off. He could not manipulate the lock to
retrieve the metal. �You are no longer
welcome in my home or in the Brotherhood.�
Essex
raised a brow, rocking slightly back on his heels and smiling a little
less. �What are you accusing me of,
Eric? Doing my job? Or moving your vision forward? You�ve been stagnant, just floating in this
great ocean. You could have accomplished
so much by now but no� you insist on these penny ante sniping attacks, as if
you�re both dueling schoolboys.� He
shook his head, still smiling but letting his disgust show in his posture and
tone. �You have so many people who want
to be part of this, who want to lift you above the slavering masses yet you
insist on being an old man, set in your ways��
Magneto let
the words roll over him, not showing his reactions outwardly. When Essex stopped
speaking, the master of magnetism smiled slowly. �Are you done, Nathaniel?� The wooden case near the hearth began rocking
dangerously, something inside rattling. �I
do hope you are. I grow weary of
grandiose ideology. I have been� overeager�
in the past when it came to my plans for the Brotherhood, for all of those like
us, those blessed with superior genes.
But I must thank you, Nathaniel,� he continued, stepping closer. Essex stepped back,
eyeing the cabinet warily. It had come
with the house, locked for ages, a curio cabinet with wooden inlays dating back
over one hundred years. He had no idea
what was inside other than potential donations to a local charity should he
find the contents displeasing. �If I had
not met you, I would not have realized how off track I had become. You�re no longer welcome in the Brotherhood,
Nathaniel. You�re no longer welcome in
Bayville, Nathaniel�� The cabinet burst open, splinters of wood spraying into
the room as the contents of the cabinet spilled forth, one item rising above
the others. An old
fashioned gun, a muzzle-loader, single shot, older than the Magneto himself,
spun lazily in the air as if caressed by invisible hands. �Tell me where the child is. This nonsense ends now.�
Essex�s
smile vanished. �It won�t work, you
know. A weapon that old� the powder is likely
ruined as is the flint.� He shrugged
eloquently. �I believe you�ve lost your
mind, Eric. Incubus has left you to your
own rot and here you stand, a crazy old man, threatening me in my own home. I�m afraid I can�t allow that.�
Magneto
moved quickly, sidestepping as Essex lunged forward,
pure animal anger driving the Englishman.
�Do not threaten me, Nathaniel,� he snarled, the gun flipping through
the air quickly, the butt cracking against Essex�s skull
and driving the man to his knees. �Now,
where is the child? I will not be part
of this!� Bile rose in his throat,
memories coming unbidden of his childhood, of the screams in the bunkhouse next
to him, the tall and Angel of Death picking and choosing who would die. Children being driven en masse from their
parents, small bodies ruined and analyzed flashed before his mental eye. For one brief second, he swayed, the sights
and smells and sounds and even the feeling of being in the KZ again almost
overwhelming. Then it was over. _No. I won�t do this. I won�t be him. _
�I don�t
know what you�re�� Essex�s words ended in a grunt. The butt of the gun smacked firmly against
his skull again and he fell face-down onto the
Aubusson rug.
�Viktor,�
Magneto called in just above a normal volume.
�Doctor Essex has fainted. Please place him on the sofa while I make a
call.� He turned away as Sabretooth lumbered into the room from his post in the
hall, his rough breathing filling the heavy atmosphere as he lifted the unconscious
scientist. Magneto reached for the
phone, a ridiculously old fashioned piece retrofitted for modern
convenience. The number was one he knew
by heart, but his fingers hesitated to dial. Finally, he took a breath and
forced himself. One ring, two� �Charles, it�s
Eric. I have a proposition for you.�

A/N In the epilogue� Does Mark get his clothes back? Who goes to Boston? Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
- 38
- 39
- 40
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Adult-FanFiction.Org is not in any way associated with or related to FanFiction.Net

Adult-FanFiction.org (AFF, the site), its owners, agents, and any other entities related to Adult-FanFiction.org or the AFF forum take no responsibility for the works posted to the Adult-FanFiction.org by its members.

While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.

All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.

Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!

Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo

Bits and Pieces