Disclaimer: X-Men: Evolution and all related characters are the property of Marvel Entertainment, Inc. If I owned them I'd have a lot more money than I do.
Someone pointed out a maaajor error in this story (originally, at the end of this chapter, Sabretooth was headed for Australia, but I wrote the next chapter differently... oops! Thank you "me," whoever you may be!
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"Days of Preparation"
By William Logan
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Chapter 1: "Fathers and Sons"
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Various moans and groans could be heard throughout the Brotherhood Boarding House. They had just suffered their latest defeat by the X-Men, this time at the soccer field. The Brotherhood had tried to reveal themselves to the rest of the world in a proud display of power. The X-Men had quickly defeated them, however, and their mentor Xavier had altered the memories of everyone present, with the exception of his students, and the Brotherhood, of course.
"I'm tellin' ya, Lance, that had to be one of your stupidest plans ever," Todd said, holding an ice pack to his head.
"Shut up!" Lance grabbed the TV Guide and hurled it at Toad, it struck him in the forehead. The younger mutant yelped.
"We woulda pulled it off if it hadn't been for those stupid X-Geeks," Fred grumbled.
"Well, we didn't, so I don't see any purpose in complaining about it," Lance snapped, irritated that his plan had failed so miserably.
"I don't know about you losers, but I'm going to bed," Pietro said, jumping up from the couch, "I have school tomorrow, after all." He sped upstairs in a blue blur.
"Since when did Pietro start caring about school?" Fred blinked. Todd and Lance just shrugged.
"You seen the remote, Freddy?" Todd asked.
"Uhhh," he blushed, "I kinda sat on it."
"Great! That's the second one this month!" Lance groaned, slapping his forehead.
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Pietro sat alone in his darkened room, staring at the cell phone that his father had given to him. He had felt it vibrating while he was sitting downstairs with the others and had decided that it would be better to answer it in private. He hadn't heard from Magneto since the destruction of Asteroid M, and wasn't sure if he should answer the phone. After all, if his father hadn't called to make sure that his son had survived the fiery crash of the mutant sanctuary, he obviously couldn't care all that much. He shook his head, dismissing these thoughts, and pressed the button, bringing the phone up to his ear.
"That was a very foolish thing you and your friends did tonight, Pietro," a displeased voice on the other end of the phone said, "it is fortunate that I anticipated your brash move and disabled the communications systems of the news team that was present."
Pietro wanted to tell his father how much he hated him. That the incident wouldn't have happened if Magneto had taken the care to return to the Brotherhood boys and help lead them. "I'm sorry, father," were the words that came out of his mouth.
"It is of no consequence now, Pietro, what has been done is done. There was no damage, and the world has no knowledge of us. Soon, however, everyone will know of our presence here on earth, and they will fear us." His tone was cold, it sent a shiver up Pietro's spine. "I would like you to help me with the revelation, when the time comes. The other members of the Brotherhood must not know of this conversation."
"Of course, father. You know my loyalties lie with you alone," he lied. He was very loyal to his three fellow teammates, although when it came to choosing between his father and the three teens downstairs, the ties of blood always came first.
"Excellent," Magneto said, "Sabretooth and I are assembling a team of mutants with powers far greater than those of our original Brotherhood. They will be my Acolytes, and will bring my message to all mankind that mutants exist on this planet, and that we have no intentions of leaving here. I will be in touch." A soft click and a hiss of static was heard on Pietro's end of the phone.
"Good-bye, father," he said bitterly, tossing the phone onto his night table. Magneto had never been a great father to Quicksilver, but the young mutant was still loyal, in hopes of winning his father's approval.
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Magneto placed his phone on its cradle and smiled, looking over to Sabretooth, who had reverted to his original form after the genetic enhancements Magneto had put him through had worn off. The feral mutant remained quiet, watching his leader's every move. He didn't have much belief in the cause, but he also had no desire to appear weak in anyone's eyes, and because of this, he unquestioningly obeyed, always hoping to get revenge on his greatest enemy, Wolverine.
"He has wisely decided to join with us," Magneto said, picking up a large manilla envelope and handing it to Sabretooth, "this is our next potential recruit." Sabretooth opened the envelope and removed the documents inside, studying the papers. "You leave for Russia tomorrow." The mutant's catlike eyes continued scanning the documents, then he nodded, stalking out of the presence of the Master of Magnetism.
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To Be Continued
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Someone pointed out a maaajor error in this story (originally, at the end of this chapter, Sabretooth was headed for Australia, but I wrote the next chapter differently... oops! Thank you "me," whoever you may be!
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"Days of Preparation"
By William Logan
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Chapter 1: "Fathers and Sons"
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Various moans and groans could be heard throughout the Brotherhood Boarding House. They had just suffered their latest defeat by the X-Men, this time at the soccer field. The Brotherhood had tried to reveal themselves to the rest of the world in a proud display of power. The X-Men had quickly defeated them, however, and their mentor Xavier had altered the memories of everyone present, with the exception of his students, and the Brotherhood, of course.
"I'm tellin' ya, Lance, that had to be one of your stupidest plans ever," Todd said, holding an ice pack to his head.
"Shut up!" Lance grabbed the TV Guide and hurled it at Toad, it struck him in the forehead. The younger mutant yelped.
"We woulda pulled it off if it hadn't been for those stupid X-Geeks," Fred grumbled.
"Well, we didn't, so I don't see any purpose in complaining about it," Lance snapped, irritated that his plan had failed so miserably.
"I don't know about you losers, but I'm going to bed," Pietro said, jumping up from the couch, "I have school tomorrow, after all." He sped upstairs in a blue blur.
"Since when did Pietro start caring about school?" Fred blinked. Todd and Lance just shrugged.
"You seen the remote, Freddy?" Todd asked.
"Uhhh," he blushed, "I kinda sat on it."
"Great! That's the second one this month!" Lance groaned, slapping his forehead.
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Pietro sat alone in his darkened room, staring at the cell phone that his father had given to him. He had felt it vibrating while he was sitting downstairs with the others and had decided that it would be better to answer it in private. He hadn't heard from Magneto since the destruction of Asteroid M, and wasn't sure if he should answer the phone. After all, if his father hadn't called to make sure that his son had survived the fiery crash of the mutant sanctuary, he obviously couldn't care all that much. He shook his head, dismissing these thoughts, and pressed the button, bringing the phone up to his ear.
"That was a very foolish thing you and your friends did tonight, Pietro," a displeased voice on the other end of the phone said, "it is fortunate that I anticipated your brash move and disabled the communications systems of the news team that was present."
Pietro wanted to tell his father how much he hated him. That the incident wouldn't have happened if Magneto had taken the care to return to the Brotherhood boys and help lead them. "I'm sorry, father," were the words that came out of his mouth.
"It is of no consequence now, Pietro, what has been done is done. There was no damage, and the world has no knowledge of us. Soon, however, everyone will know of our presence here on earth, and they will fear us." His tone was cold, it sent a shiver up Pietro's spine. "I would like you to help me with the revelation, when the time comes. The other members of the Brotherhood must not know of this conversation."
"Of course, father. You know my loyalties lie with you alone," he lied. He was very loyal to his three fellow teammates, although when it came to choosing between his father and the three teens downstairs, the ties of blood always came first.
"Excellent," Magneto said, "Sabretooth and I are assembling a team of mutants with powers far greater than those of our original Brotherhood. They will be my Acolytes, and will bring my message to all mankind that mutants exist on this planet, and that we have no intentions of leaving here. I will be in touch." A soft click and a hiss of static was heard on Pietro's end of the phone.
"Good-bye, father," he said bitterly, tossing the phone onto his night table. Magneto had never been a great father to Quicksilver, but the young mutant was still loyal, in hopes of winning his father's approval.
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Magneto placed his phone on its cradle and smiled, looking over to Sabretooth, who had reverted to his original form after the genetic enhancements Magneto had put him through had worn off. The feral mutant remained quiet, watching his leader's every move. He didn't have much belief in the cause, but he also had no desire to appear weak in anyone's eyes, and because of this, he unquestioningly obeyed, always hoping to get revenge on his greatest enemy, Wolverine.
"He has wisely decided to join with us," Magneto said, picking up a large manilla envelope and handing it to Sabretooth, "this is our next potential recruit." Sabretooth opened the envelope and removed the documents inside, studying the papers. "You leave for Russia tomorrow." The mutant's catlike eyes continued scanning the documents, then he nodded, stalking out of the presence of the Master of Magnetism.
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To Be Continued
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