Insomnia

We were on Shaw's boat, getting ready for Colonel Robert Hendry's final meeting with us. We did not schedule this so he must of; both me and Emma got told to be here and wearing out sunny best. Shaw liked us all to be dressed in white. I'm not sure why but he just does.

I had taken a little walk outside on the docks of Miami, Florida and of course it was rather hot. A simple white, short sleeved shirt would do and a pair of my favourite shorts. Emma had decided to go for the simple white look too. She was wearing a plain white bikini with a see through white jacket of some sort. She took one look at me as we were on the deck and smiled.

"Nice shorts," she said and walked over to her sun lounger where she poured herself a glass of Champaign and put on a pair of white sunglasses. I was sat on the one step that lead up to the sofa with a round fire place that we used of a night. By the time Hendry had arrived Shaw was serving drinks at the bar. Hendry took one look at Emma and smiled a little, but his face soon returned to that worried look that he wore so well.

"I was wondering, who you had told about our little arrangement?"

Shaw was referring to us, The Hellfire Club, bribing Hendry into voting yes on the placement of Jupiter missiles in Turkey, knowing that the possibility would probably lead to world war three, in which us mutants; or advanced human beings as Shaw liked to say, would rise up and take control.

Hendry looked scared but just said; "No one."

Of course none of us took his work for it so both me and Shaw looked at Emma. She knew without being told that she would have to use her other mutation; telepathy. She looked annoyed doing it as, I assume she just wanted to relax.

"He's telling the truth," she said, and went back to sun bathing.

"Good looks like where done here," Shaw said with a twisted smile, "let's wrap things up shall we?" he nodded at me so I started to walk forward.

As he did Hendry pulled out a grenade and threatened to detonate it which was the worst mistake he could have done as Shaw was about to 'wrap things up.'

It was the night before Shaw and Emma were going to go to Russia to start putting an end to our plan. It was quite simple. We had gotten the American Jupiter missiles in Turkey and now it was time to convince Russia to put them in Cuba; close to a few good American cities which would then eventually lead up to World War Three. Humans would not stand a chance with the radiation that we were going to let out. A few trails had proven it to be very successful while the first few had proven not to be. But we were ready for anything now.

I was sat in the centre of the submarine which is what we decided to be our living room. It had a fireplace, a small television and of course, a mini bar which I had poured myself a glass of whisky from. Emma came in looking worn out from what I assume to be lack of sleep. She smiled at me as I was reading my book. Azazel had bought it the previous week but never bothered with it, so I decided to give it ago.

She came over and sat down next to me and said; "Hey."

I got up and got another glass and the bottle of whisky and poured her one. Shaw hates her drinking anything other than Champaign because he 'hates her being cheap' while I pay no attention to this but attention to what she loves to drink; whisky.

"Can't sleep?" I asked her as, as I poured her a glass.

"Not really," She sighed, "I don't know why, I mean me and Shaw have done things like this all the time so why am I so nervous now?"

I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back on the sofa; trying to read this book that I had started last week. Emma copied my actions and sunk into the sofa and she put her bare feet up onto the cream coloured semi-circled sofa and drank her whisky. She looked worried so I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to my chest and just held her there. She needed a friend and I was the only one awake.

She quickly fell asleep after ten minutes of being held. Her breathing was quiet and she looked so delicate her eyes closed; not just a façade that she constantly played. This was Emma Frost. I started stroking her hair when Shaw came in. As soon as he had seen me he glared at me and clenched both his fists and jaw.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked; trying to contain his anger.

I closed my book and gently moved Emma off my chest and stood up and said, "Nothing, she couldn't sleep that's all. Nothing happened I promise."

"Nothing better happen. Ever, you got that?" He smiled, only he wore these smile moments before he ended Hendry's life.

I nodded and left the room, and headed to my room where I stripped down to my boxers and slid into my bed and went to sleep, eventually.