Torment | By : GreenRogue Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men nor the marvel universe. The story within is written for pleasure and no monetary gain was received in the writing of this fanfic |
Magnet stood in his dark room alone. A small fire crackled in the hearth casting long dancing shadows across his face. His eyes bore into the laughing flames and Xavier almost dared not to disturb him. The rolling waves of anger and loss however, bade him to comfort his old friend.
"Magnus?" No response. Xavier wheeled into the room a bit further. He saw various metal pieces and knick-knacks floating in a lazy spiral above the bed. He eyed it cautiously as he came closer to his friend. "Magnus, this is not healthy. You must talk to me."
"Must I Charles? I've dealt with more horrors and sadness than you can imagine, and I seem to be functioning just fine without talking." Xavier was silent for a moment watching the profile of his friend. His eyes were red from lack of sleep and his mouth was set in a deep frown.
"You are not the only one who has had something stolen Magnus. She was my student and my charge. She did have friends here, even if the Hellfire Club tried to destroy that." Magneto closed his eyes briefly, a single tear escaped and rolled down his cheek before he spoke again.
"We owe the girl our lives Charles. I know Shaw and I know Emma. If and when it suits them they will take her life to suit their needs. I promised her I would help her learn control and keep her safe. Now I can't even find her." Magneto leaned his head against the mantle and sighed. "The Master of Magnetism, helpless against a woman and a fiend." Xavier rested his chin against his hands and stared into the fire.
"We have to trust that our help will come. We have to trust in her." Silence overcame them as the fire crackled merrily in the hearth.
On the other side of town a different kind of fire was starting to burn as Shaw pushed his way through the crowds of people. He could feel Emma's fervent thoughts as she tried to reach Rogue. There was shouting and what sounded to be several explosions going off at once in his greenhouse. Finally shoving the last of his guests to the side, Shaw shouted his frustrations at the scene before him. Sinister was currently fighting a man wearing a long brown, dirty trench coat with a staff who was shouting something in french. Shaw couldn't catch most of it but "Rogue" and "Remy" came through a bit more often than he liked. He searched the darkened room and saw Anna slumped to the ground staring vacantly towards the fighting men. He looked at Emma and saw her face was stern and closed with concentration.
"She's fighting me Shaw, you need to get that man out of here." The man in question turned for a moment to stare at Rogue then to look at Emma while dodging Sinister.
"Sorry Chere, I came fo' your party and I ain't leavin' wit'out de petite der." Shaw ran towards Rogue but was thrown from his feet by a small explosion. The impact was bracing and he felt his head clear from the fall. He smiled a wolfish grin and stood dusting off his jacket.
"That was a cheap shot my friend. Perhaps we can have a gentlemanly fight. No? Alright then." Using some of the energy he kept stored for emergencies, Shaw charged the man who was trying to keep Sinister from Anna and punched him straight across the face. The man went flying through the glass and into the yard outside. Straightening his lapels, Shaw turned to the guards that finally made it to the scene. "Bring that vagabond back would you?" Turning back to Emma he could see Anna was pushing her away in fear.
"Where am I'ah? Emma, no, momma? I'm so confused. What is happening tah meh?" Shaw strode over to her and held her arms tightly, shaking her slightly making her focus on him.
"Anna, darling you’re having an episode, breathe deep and concentrate on my voice." Her eyes glazed over for a moment and she relaxed in his grip. Turning her green eyes up to his, Shaw could see a cloudiness overcome her vision.
"Poppa? What happened?" He sighed in relief and hugged her close.
"You’re alright now darling, Nathaniel kept you safe until I could reach you" He turned to the scientist to see him speaking with his guards. "Go with your mother, I want you to go to bed right away." She nodded dutifully and let Emma steer her through the parted crowds. "Go home ladies and gentlemen. The party is over. Merry Christmas to you and yours." The others bade him goodnight as he left to join Sinister. One of the guards turned to address him.
"He's gone Sir, jumped the gate and we lost track of him in the streets." Shaw regarded him a moment before reaching forward and snapping his neck. The body fell to the floor in a heap and the others stepped back in shock.
"I pay you good money to protect me and mine. Fail me again and you will find yourself in the same state as our friend here." He watched as the guards glanced down at the body and then back to him. They nodded quickly and left his presence. Sinister sighed and straightened his cuffs.
"So, what kind of damage control do we need to do?" Shaw shook his head and pulled his mask off.
"Emma has it in hand, who was that?" Sinister looked towards the broken glass with a scowl.
"That was Remy Lebeau. I was looking at him for a possible experiment once, but then my my attention was needed elsewhere. Mayhap I should broaden my scope again." Shaw shook his head and clapped a hand on his shoulder steering him inside.
"No my good scientist, we need you here. Her powers are too unstable for much use and you are the only one that can unlock her potential." Shaw led them to a small boarding room, a fire was already lit in the fireplace and he shrugged out of his jacket as sinister grabbed two glasses of brandy. "She has the potential for greatness. With the right tutelage she will destroy any in her path. With your help my scientist, no one will stop me."
Sinister stayed quiet as he sipped his brandy, Shaw had grabbed one of the many cigars and was currently lighting it with his favorite old fashioned lighter. He watched as the smoke swirled around his head as he drew in a deep breath.
"So you do aim to use her in your politics? Won't that bring the wrath of Xavier down upon you? We've stayed safe for so long because of staying underground. If you start flashing her around his X-men will find her, and you quicker." Shaw scoffed and took a sip of his brandy.
"I'm not worried about the x-children, their playing out of their league. I'm more concerned about Magneto and his fascination with my property; he'll be taken care of shortly however. We'll keep him too busy to remember much less worry about my Anna." Sinister nodded but stayed silent. They sat that way until Shaw bade him goodnight and left Sinister to his thoughts. He waited until he felt Shaw's presence join Emma's up in their suite before throwing the empty brandy glass into the smoldering fire. He stood and paced the small room for a moment, letting his thoughts roam.
'He wants to use her for his own gains. She is meant for more but will never develop her potential if he keeps her confined! She was designed for greatness, not petty games.' Sinister left the small room and made his way to his lab down below.
'I need to prepare for a swift departure if it comes to that.' He stopped in the hall and stared at his reflection in one of the decorative mirrors. Straightening his hair he smiled at his reflection.
'Maybe it's time to give my butterfly her wings.'
The early morning sun found the X-men working furiously to locate their missing member. Ororo and Hank had stayed up the majority of the night trying to research information on Sebastian Shaw and the Hellfire Club while Jean and the Professor used cerebro to locate Rogue. Scott spent the time formulating strategies for every possible outcome he could think of and Logan just returned as the sun peeked over the horizon.
Magneto had not left his room since the Professor had left. The fire had died out long ago but he made no move to rekindle it or to search for sleep. He stood staring out his window to the wintery landscape below. He could remember a time when his thoughts only ever concerned his cause. His scheming and planning was supposed to bring a day of fruition for mutants and a day of reckoning to humans. Now things seemed fragile and cracked. His vision on hold for a single woman...
Magneto felt his icy heart crack a bit more as his gaze softened; he could remember seeing the girl as she was carried off of the helicopter that night so many months ago. No one knew exactly what happened in the chamber. She looked so frail, so small in Wolverine's arms when they came through the med bay doors. She was quarantined for days, only the Professor and her brother saw her in those first few precious hours. Magneto owed her his life and he was damned if he was going to give up now. His dream could wait a bit longer.
He started to turn from the window when a slight movement by the trees caught his attention. He could see something spark in the treeline and after a moment he reached out to Charles while throwing on his cape.
'We have company friend. I think he'll need a medic.'
'Yes, I've already woken Dr. McCoy and Wolverine in on his way out.'
'I'll be down in a moment.'
'No.' Magneto hesitated a moment.
'Charles?'
'I need you to pick up our help at the airport. We need to move quickly, Gambit says he saw Rogue.' Magneto wasted no further time as he flew out his windows towards the airport.
'Who am I picking up?'
'Warren Worthington'.
Anna tossed in her bed again as she struggled to keep her eyes closed. She sighed heavily before opening her eyes to stare at her digital clock. Four o'clock in the morning and she couldn't get the voices to shut up.
'They really are drivin' meh insane.'
'Child, weak, run! DANGER!' She grabbed her pillow and slammed it against her face to muffle her growl of frustration.
'Why can't ya'll just shut up for once?'
'Danger, weak, loss, DANGER!' She rolled her eyes at their incoherent chanting and sat up in bed. Swiveling her legs off the side, she rubbed her face with her hands. The voices had been in turmoil ever since that man came. What did he call her?
'Rogue... why would he call meh that... I'ah don't even know the man, do I'ah?' She could remember his face, and his eyes... she felt a headache starting to form and grunted as she stood. Shuffling to the bathroom she felt a strange sensation crawling up her arms, Rogue rubbed them furiously and turned on the bathroom light.
Anna was blinded for a moment from the intense light and had to blink for a few moments before she could see anything. As her vision cleared, she could see the bathroom but it wasn't hers. A line of mirrors and stalls faced her and she could hear a shower running around a corner with someone was singing.
'Kitty?' Instantly the headache magnified and Anna hissed in pain. The vision was replaced with her small en-suite bathroom; the delicate mirror was reflecting her terrified face and nothing else.
'Anna...'
'Nathan, I'ahm scared.'
'Come to me.' She grabbed her robe and threw it on as she hurried down the hall. Her feet padded quietly against the plush carpet and she all but ran towards the elevator at the end of the hall.
'HELP MEH!' Anna stumbled against the wall as a voice echoed inside her mind.
'Was that meh? No, it-it couldn't have...' She looked down the hall and saw the elevator doors open, inside was a man in a wheelchair staring at her. Her mind seared with pain as the elevator doors closed again.
'PROFESSAH!' The voice inside Anna's mind echoed again and she whimpered as she forced herself forward.
'Nathan... help meh...'
'Anna...' She forced herself to the elevator and pressed the button fervently until the doors opened again. Collapsing inside she barely registered that it was moving on its own and that the wheel-chaired man was not inside. All she could feel and hear were the voices screaming and battering against her mind.
'Run, weak, child, DANGER LEAVE!' Anna could feel a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and lift her into the air. She tried to see who was helping her but her eyes refused to focus. Shadows of men and woman fluttered across her vision. She felt the cool steel of Nathan's work table under her and another image flashed before her eyes. She could see a blue man leaning over her, concern etched in his eyes. Another stood off to the side, his bruised and bloody face was closed but she could sense fear coming from him. The voices crowded her mind as she tried to clear her vision. Her mind felt lighter, the voices became encouraging.
'Go,faster, stronger, hurry, FREEDOM!' As Rogue felt pieces of herself flowing back together, a warm hand was rested against her bared arm and a new scream sounded in her mind pulling her back down into the darkness. She felt a different strength flow into her and she tried to claw at the rapidly cooling hand only to feel her own arms held down with restraints. Her eyes flew open as she screamed in fear and to the observer, her irises flashed quickly between her emerald green and pale blue. Rogue felt her own mind begin to shut down once more as another came full force against her.
'What is happening? Where am I? What are you doing to me?' Anna opened her eyes again and stared at Nathan, he was leaning over her with a maniacal grin as he checked her vitals.
"Nathan, what have you done?" He smoothed her hair and made quiet shushing noises as he felt her pulse and checked her heart rate. She looked at the gray hand resting limply on her arm. Tears burned her eyes as she turned an angry gaze back towards Nathan.
"Why? Why would you do this?" He looked at her with a loving almost obsessive gaze.
"For your happiness my love. For now rest, the voices will bother you no more tonight." He turned and grabbed the body. He was almost out of the room when Anna spoke again.
"Who was she?" He stopped, not turning he shrugged and asked back,
"Does it matter?"
"Yes." No hesitation, no fear, he smiled to himself again before opening the garbage shoot.
"Carol Danvers."
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