-The next morning in the Sub-Basement-

The Brotherhood, minus Lance, walked down the cold metal corridor. Every now and then one of their members would take a wayward glance at one of the doors. Needless to say the Brotherhood members were praising Thor for enhanced mutant metabolisms, as none of them suffered from a hangover.

Todd hoped along with a smile on his face, "I can't believe Wolverine bought us a cake, yo."

Wanda crossed her arms, "Yeah it is a bit out of character." They continued to walk until they made it to the danger room doors.

Pietro nodded in agreement, "I didn't think Wolverine liked us."

St. John looked at the closed doors, "What oih want to know is, whoih the cake is in here?"

The doors opened and the Brotherhood walked into the dark room. As soon as they all made it in the doors closed and loud 'click' was heard. Freddy began to pound on the door, "It's locked."

Pietro's eyes darted back in forth, "We should have known something was up, when St. John started pointing out a trap based background."

All of the lights came on at once, and Logan's voice boomed over the loudspeaker, "So you punks like to throw wild parties that involve the entire mansion, my secret stash of beer, corrupting the student body, and taking over the world?"

Wanda glared at her brother, "Pietro!"

Pietro smiled the patented Brotherhood smile of innocence, "What? I was doing my impersonation of father."

Logan's voice cut the twins off before they could continue their fight, "Let's see you put that training to work." As he finished his sentence buzz saws and laser cannons came out of the walls and tentacles shot out of the floor as sections of said floor fell into nothingness.

Todd scratched his head, "So does that mean there's no cake?"

-Several hours later in the living room-

The secret elevator opened to reveal a battered, bruised, and lightly charred Brotherhood.

St. John fell flat on his face; "Gravity sucks." The other Brotherhood members filed out of the elevator, "Anyone willin' to help their mate in need?" Freddy grabbed what was left of St. John's pant leg and began dragging him along the floor.

Wanda shook her head, "Great Wolverine knocked the sanity back into him."

Pietro let out a week laugh, "Nobody hits that hard."

Todd hopped into a chair and nursed a bruised arm, "That was cruel and unusual punishment yo."

Freddy nodded in agreement as he tackled the couch leaving St. John on the floor, "We have Rights right? I mean just 'cause we don't pay taxes, vote, or give a damn about who's in office doesn't mean we don't have rights… Right?"

Wanda glared at everything in the room with a pulse, "Where's Lance and why didn't he get tortured like the rest of us?"

The doorbell rang as she finished her question and St. John suddenly sprang back to life to go answer the door, "Brotherhood Protection Agency, if you need protection, we'll be glad to take your money."

Pietro nudged his sister, "See?"

St. John threw open the door to reveal Ms. Raven Darkholme herself, "Crap." Was all St. John could muster before she changed her shape to match that of the beaten Aussie. She soon disarmed him of his precious lighter, "Whoih do people keep doin' that!" and spun him and herself around a few times.

Freddy got off the couch and looked at the fight in confusion, "Which one's which?"

Wanda glared at the two St. Johns, "Blast 'em both and figure it out later."

St. John pointed at St. John, "The Sheila's got moih lioghter! Grab Her!"

St. John looked down at his hand, "No it's me mates." But it was too late; Pietro, Freddy, and Todd tackled him and began issuing a savage beating to the Aussie.

Wanda stood next to her brother as they continued to look at the fight, "I still want to blast them."

Pietro scratched his chin, "You'd fry your entire team." Suddenly Wanda felt very foolish. How could her brother be beating the snot out of St. John, if he was standing right next to her? Pietro smiled and transformed into Wanda, "Hey you idiots she's over here!"

Wanda looked at Wanda in shock, "What?" Soon she was tackled by all four of her companions and beaten. Thinking quickly she released a massive amount of hex energy and turned her teammates into twitching masses of pain, "Mystique!"

Wanda examined her nails and finally turned back into Raven, "All of that training and experience and you have no idea who your allies are, or your enemies for that matter."

Wanda glared at the blue shape shifter as the Brotherhood boys began climbing to their feet, "Who invited you!"

"I did," The occupants of the room turned to the door to see none other than Lance Alvers himself. His shirt was ripped and various parts of his body were beginning to bruise.

Unbeknownst to the Brotherhood but every single occupant of the mansion was now watching them from a variety of places, "Whah is she here Lance?"

Lance looked at the top of the stairs to Anna, "I'm tired of being lied to, she may be the wicked bitch of the west but she was always straight with me and the boys."

Anna glared at the rock tumbler, "Ya can't trust her she's the bad guy!"

Lance smirked, "Exactly."

Anna stared at him in confusion, "What?

Lance stood his ground and gave her a determined look, "It's been my experience that the bad guys are too insufferably pleased with themselves to lie. It's the good guys you have to watch out for."

Wanda climbed to her feet and dusted herself off, "Who is lying to us this time?" her signature blue flame engulfed both hands.

Pietro was breathing heavily as he leaned against the back of the couch, "Is it Todd?"

Lance glared at one individual in particular, "Why don't you go ahead and come clean?"

-Meanwhile across town in an abandoned movie theatre-

Blackheart sat in one of the seats in the middle of the theatre. His feet were kicked up onto the seat in front of him, a bucket of popcorn on his lap. He was currently staring at a blank screen and every so often tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

The Man walked down the isle and took a seat behind Blackheart, "I will never understand why you mortals find these buildings so fascinating."

The Man smiled uneasily and snapped his fingers, two hired goons in the operating booth began to shuffle around until an old black and white cartoon came onto the screen, "They're usually more entertaining boss."

Blackheart smiled, "Fascinating," He sat there for several minutes enjoying the cartoon, "Did you do as I asked?"

The Man smiled, hoping to be praised, "Yeah I sure did. He went to go visit the blue chick last night but he still doesn't seem to trust me."

Blackheart laughed at the cartoon antics that were taking place, "Excellent, when I rise to power you will be my second in command."

The Man's eyes went wide in amazement, "Really? Thanks boss."

Blackheart clapped as the credits for the show ran, "There is much I must do before the eclipse. I must insure that my scheme will not be jeopardized. I can not allow these X-Men to interfere."

The Man smiled, "Don't worry about them boss, me and the boys could lay waste to 'em if you want."

Blackheart stood up, the popcorn bucket still in his hand, "That will not be necessary, when the time comes I will be forced to destroy them all."

The Man followed Blackheart as he began walking out of the theatre, "One question though."

Blackheart kept walking, "You have been loyal. I will entertain this question."

The Man rubbed his hands nervously, "Why did you want me to tell the kid about the blue chick, if she has all the information?"

Blackheart stopped walking, his fingers elongated into jet-black claws, "Nothing can penetrate my skin," he tapped on his chest and a metallic sound filled the empty theatre, "So it would not matter if they had an army, they would still be crushed by my iron fist."