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You thought it was over but it's just begun…
The Aftermath
By YoungD16
Author's Note: The characters in this story are not owned by me but would like to one day write a comic as great as this the comic they come from; hopefully anyone who reads this will enjoy it.
"A testimony to all that have faced the unforgivable wrath of homosapien supremacy, no longer will we hide, no longer will we justify the actions of our so-called superiors as lawful. We are a quickly dominating species that will not be ignored. Word to the wise, we will raise and take what is rightfully ours, the world has not scene the last of mutant revolution. Join me and you will not be oppressed any longer, fight against me and you will suffer an untimely dead…We are working with a new power now, the power only a god could comprehend…"
Magneto, post The Cure; revenge is much sweeter that way…
Chapter One
It was cold out, the winter has become more than people can take, fortunate for a few, a woman has the ability to change the temperature without wearing a halter-top. Her name is Ororo Monroe but she would so commonly prefer the name Storm, leader of the X-Men and Headmaster of Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Storm is deliberating on whether to take action to the latest mutant rioting or continue to build the team that she promised she would build a team of X-men that could handle the dream of Professor Charles Xavier. She is meditating, a method that takes much concentration and much patients. She learned the technique from the years of teaching in Kenya, Africa, her home in one life, but now her home is in her new life as an X-men. Storm deliberates because up until now she had never been left to fend for herself like now. With the Professor gone and the X-men two members down it would seem that her position is harder than anticipated.
"Ororo, someone is here to see you." A young man, Bobby Drake, said to Storm, breaking her meditative state.
She had suddenly remembered why she accepted the position and the strength that had been dormant for so long returned to her. She stood and ushered Bobby to the door and agreed to talk to whoever was willing to listen. She returned to the desk that she had look at for such a long time, now she was on the other side, now she held the responsibility.
It didn't take long for the guest to enter the room that was Charles Xavier's Master Office; it was an old friend, Ms. Emma Frost. She had long, thin legs that seemed endless. She was a pale color but this didn't surprise Ororo one bit, she had known Emma to be a pale person for quite some time. Ms. Frost was an old student that had once roomed with Ororo when she first came to the Professor; Emma was shy and held a great deal of respect for the Professor's dream. Now, years later, Emma walks through those very doors she walked out on when she discovered another dream…politics.
"Now I know it is going to snow today, Emma Frost, it's so good to see you."
"The last time I was here, I had an agreement with Charles, now I guess things have changed. I'm sorry; I know it's been rough."
"No need, he's in a better place now, what brings you to the Institute?"
Emma sat in the chair in front of the desk and revealed a palm pilot that was the same shade as her suit, a milky white, matching perfectly with her platinum blonde short hair. The palm pilot's information was confidential from the looks of it but Storm wasn't going to be rude by asking what it was for, she knew, Emma was a politician.
"Business. The President has requested a list of all weapons and all sponsors of this institute. He also would like to be assured that this facility is terror-free. Due to the current events we can no longer say that our allies are indeed our allies. You understand, right?"
Storm understood for the most part but it didn't ease the pain of her own friend on the side of the humans who have oppressed her kind for so long. Ororo didn't want to be bias but if it were her decision, mutants would have been better with Magneto ruling. Secretly, though, she knew that Magneto's way was not the honest way and choose to confide in Xavier. Emma Frost and her politicians would have to hover over them until she figured out where she stood in the country.
"When will this list be required?"
"As soon as possible, you understand, the government has many other issues to deal with other than mutant revolution."
"And tell me, Emma, how long do you think you can continue to be a part of this. You know you can make things happen, don't turn on your own family, Emma."
Emma, smiled and looked at a picture of The Professor and his students, she hadn't been able to escape the feeling of home when she was associated with this school. Hearing Ororo refer to her as family was comforting, but she knew that her job came before her values, unfortunately.
"You have Mr. McCoy, is that not enough?"
This statement angered Storm but she knew that she'd have to be the bigger person. She also knew that Emma was aware of her anger with or without showing. It doesn't take much to know that telepaths are able to read into one's feelings without knowing; in this case it was no different. Emma Frost was a valuable weapon for the United States Government; she was a telepath, a class four, one of the strongest since the deaths of Jean and The Professor.
"We'll bring you the list tomorrow, is that okay?"
"Yes, that'll be appropriate. I must say, Ororo, you've matured since the last we meet."
"And some people never do, guess I'm lucky, anything else?"
Storm was now, sure that Emma was reading her mind, because she was now heading for the door, then suddenly she stopped and turned around.
"Actually, there is something else…"
Emma's looked changed from cocky to concerned, maybe even protective. She lowered her voice and began to talk softly so no one could hear.
"Rumor has it that this 'cure' has faded away, it no longer works. If so, this could be a major problem. It has come to my attention that Magneto was injected with the 'cure', word to the wise, I'd watch him closely."
Emma walked towards the door and as she was about to leave, Storm stopped her.
"Emma, I hope that one day you'll come back with good news."
"Me too."
Emma Frost walked out of the door and began to exit the building she had spent most of her teenage years in. Leaving meant leaving her true love, education, and something even greater, family.
Not longer after…
As Emma Frost drove away in her car back to the Pentagon, a figure appeared in the shadows of the passenger seat of the car. Emma recognized the person immediately, who else could drive a car without even picking up a finger, without even being in the front seat. The figure was most undoubtablely her business associate, Magneto…
"Did they sense anything?"
"Maybe, but it doesn't matter. They don't suspect anything is happening and they won't as long you keep things on our side of the court."
"You and your politicians will never be left alone; you have my word my darling."
Emma couldn't believe she was in this position, the country she would die for had a government that cared about one thing and one thing only, themselves…The United States government have secretly sided with the one person who could start a revolution, Magneto, Master of Magnetism. Emma Frost, once dedicated herself to the priorities of her people, mutant kind but now she was obligated to obey the request of her employers. Part of Frost wanted to side with the X-men, but how long would the dream live with it's creator in ashes?
"Erik, I must warn you, they aren't dumb you know, the X-men. They'll try to stop you."
Magneto turned his crooked face toward Emma so he could look into her pale blue eyes. He saw many things in her, a perfect reflection of Hitler's Arian race, a strong telepath, and a follower. She reminded him of why he hated what the Germans did to him years ago, but he knew that she would suffer soon enough, because all things, especially great deals, must come to an end…
"Let them bring the cavalry, my child, the Master of Magnetism will be ready."
"Let us hope so."
The car stopped in front of a gas station and Magneto left the vehicle. Emma got in the driver's seat and exited the drop off spot. She felt as though she had sealed a deal with the devil and there was no turning back. God bless America…
As the dumb bitch left the scene, another young woman around the same age appeared out of the shadows of the abandoned gas station. She had short jet-black hair and a scarlet colored lipstick, her jeans ripped and her biker jacket overtop her red hoodie. She met Magneto and waited a moment before she spoke, her father didn't like it when she spoke upfront.
"Father?"
"Wanda, did you get in contact with our friends in Rwanda?"
"Yes, make my words, the Brotherhood is ready. Tell us when to strike and we will show the world why homosuperior dominates."
"Good, I have a mission I want to go on…"
Magneto had his daughter a small piece of parchment marked with interesting inscriptions, Wanda could not comprehend it at first but years of black magic and hexes have offered her a wide range of languages and inscriptions. It was a map, or better yet, directions, to some place of great importance. She studied the directions and came to the conclusion that this was Magneto's weapon…and it was hidden in South Africa.
Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters…
A young woman and young man have two things in common, they both love each other and they both want to have sex. The room was dark and the sweet was flying, the two bodies under the sheets were wrestling each other in a strange primitive way. They search each other's bodies for things not mentionable and just as they were into it, a knock on the door…Or maybe it a little more than a knock this time…
"Bobby!" a voice yells as the door is nearly knocked off the hinges and bursts open; it's Rogue…
"Rogue!"
But it's too late, the deed is done, he's caught with the one person he shouldn't have been with in a million years; Kitty Pryde…
"You, you, you bitch!" Rogue yells as she reaches the bed with the two naked people and grabs the young girl's arm in anger.
Rogue tightens her grip and wishes something that she'd truly regret later, she wished that this man-stealing, ass kissing, hussy would take a hike or better yet just die a horrible death. Rogue couldn't bare it any longer, all her fears have finally come true, Bobby was with this younger girl. As Rogue was about to rip Kitty a new whole to breathe out of she stopped, Kitty's face went from shock to distress. Rogue realized what was happening, she had felt this for so long, she was doing the thing she thought she had gotten rid of…she draining Kitty of her powers…