The young man on the table is not the genetic wonder indictive of a future that Mister Sinister would have hoped for but he's a mutant just the same and he's come to him because he's desperate.
He's young though and perhaps not yet wise. He thinks this is the best move he can make but it really isn't. Sinister knows that as he monitors the young man's vitals and considers if he should add anything else to the procedure.
The young man's powers are out of control, quickly developing into something that will most likely become a danger to his own health. He's come to the right man for help. Probably the only man.
Sinister is the premiere authority on mutant genetics. He has been since before the word mutant took shape.
He's seen an infinite variety of mutants and humans in his life time, some more special than others, some less. This one isn't that special he thinks. He has some potential but he isn't like his favorites, like Scott was. . .
This is a simple matter though and the boy can pay him back. He's a thief and Essex has had dealings with the Thieves Guild before. He knows what they teach their people and he knows what to expect from this one. He might not be special but he'll have uses for him, the same as with Creed and the others.
This one is desperate, young and on his own. Foolish really to have come to him but without a degree of foolishness in the world there would be no entertainment, no one slipping through the cracks and Sinister likes it when people slip through the cracks. He likes it when they're alone and afraid. It makes them easier to get to.
This mutant is growing afraid of his own powers and it's fascinating to see. Its always entertaining when it's like this and now he has another pawn at his disposal. Another fool to use as canon fodder and to throw away when he has no other uses left for him.
He's done it before and after he's wasted this one he'll do it again with someone else.
He peels back the man's eyelid and looks at his most recognizable form of mutation. Curious the way some of them were so badly defected and yet this one could almost have passed for a human. Probably did to a large extent but the eye is unresponsive now and he's ready to start the surgery, ready to cut and snip and make little changes. Things he thinks only he'll know how to undo. Things to keep the man reliant on him.
He has other mutants who rely on him too for one thing or another. Life saving procedures, money, an outlet for their blood lust. This one will have to make friends with them and find his place. Creed won't like it if he doesn't and really. . . If Creed kills him it will be a nuisance but not something completely unforeseen.
Sinister has a theory that there are mutants with a heightened desire to kill but Creed is something all together more dangerous. He has a strong feeling that even without the X-gene Creed would still find ways to rip flesh from bone. The man can't be excused entirely because of his genetics. Not in Sinister's eyes. If he could be then he'd have been a hell of a lot more important.
Now he has a thief to add to his collection of killers and miscreants and as he looks down at the young man's face he curiously wonders if he should make any other changes while he's got him on his back. A few injections or perhaps remove something. . .
He tucks back a lock of the man's hair and let's his red eyes roam the man's face. There are so many options and his knife is ever ready to peel back skin and sinew.
The name of science means very little to him now. It's more about curiosity and the untapped potential a living organism can provide. He's transcended science in a way, made it his own.
He knows this man though and he has some idea of who he will be in an undetermined number of years. He knows more about him than the man does about himself.
He thinks of what improvements he could make to the young man. The mammalian genetic sequence was so easy to manipulate once you knew what you were doing and no one knew so well as he.
The man on the table could be so much more than this pallid, limp excuse for an organism. He could be important but so too could most of existence. . . with the right improvements that is. . .
This one has submitted himself to his experimentation and that thrills him. The desperation makes it almost seductive. He's completely at his mercy and Sinister likes that. The power is intoxicating and he remembers the camps from years before, the helpless children under his hand and knife. . .
One more child of the atom to be improved and changed by his will. The future ushered in as he checks his tools and remembers various changes he's made to various people. Improvements, he calls them.
He could have done something more with this one but he thinks this one will serve a greater purpose unmarred and if he ever needs to reign him in he can. There are always fail safes. Always things to bring the unwilling home.
He cuts then, making a tediously simple incision and finds himself almost board. There's no thrill to this, nothing to discover, no new frontiers to explore or conquer. Just another lesser mutant, begging to be fixed.
His hand is steady however and the task simple. It feels routine and as he works the young man is unaware of just how big his mistake in coming here is but again, he's young and wisdom hasn't come to him quite yet.
When he wakes he'll find himself under a new master. He'll find himself trapped and of course there will be people who will suffer for it. Innocent and guilty alike because Mister Sinister has no interest in good and evil, only in progress and the dawning of a new age. A new age he himself, will usher in.
He completes his procedure with expert attentiveness and looks down at the man on the table. LeBeau was foolish to come here but it's too late for that to be remedied. The only thing that can happen now is for the consequences to come and Sinister knows that no man truly escapes his grasp. Sure this one will try but he'll be back.
If he lives that long that is.
If he let's him live that long that is.