Chapter Four: A Broken Promise
Emma parked her limo in the driveway in front of the house. She got out and calmly looked around at her surroundings before shutting the car door. She walked in front of her limo and called out, "SELENE! SHOW YOURSELF!"
Selene came out of the barn door.
"WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?"
"Safe."
"I WANT TO SEE THE CHILDREN."
"NOW."
"You'll see them in due time."
"Oh! You brought a guest! That's against the rules. Oh, well," Selene shrugged, "I guess we'll just have to eliminate him."
She's good, thought the White Queen. She saw right through my psychic shield.
"VANISHER!" Selene bellowed for her partner.
Before the White Queen could react, Vanisher had appeared next to Banshee, snatched him, and disappeared. Shortly, the Vanisher reappeared next to Selene. There was no sign of Banshee.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM!" the White Queen demanded to know.
"Oh. He's safe. For NOW."
"Your fight's not with them, Selene, it's with me. Release them and fight me."
"Oh, I'm afraid that would be breaking my contract with the Vanisher. You see, I promised the Vanisher that he could have Banshee if he helped me catch you."
"But you haven't got me yet."
"Oh, but, I WILL."
"What makes you so sure of that?"
"Because you would never let me kill the children if you could save them, even if it meant sacrificing yourself."
She knows me good. Too good.
"Face it, Emma, you've made a big, bad mistake! You've underestimated your opponents BIG time! We're more than a match for you!"
"Maybe together, but you never were!"
"I've ALWAYS been MORE than a match for you, Emma Frost!"
"PROVE IT! Fight me! One on one! Winner takes all; the loser loses everything!"
"FINE."
And, with that, the battle was on. Two telepaths. One an external. Who would win?
To Be Continued . . .