Part 12, Interlude 3
The room was medium-sized, and adorned in a way that should have made it appear comfortable. But it didn't. Instead there was a heavy oppressiveness to the air, a steely coldness that clung to the furniture and sent shudders through the tension in the musty atmosphere. There wasn't the warmness and homeliness that came with the occupation of a comfortable inhabitant. No signs that this room was a part of someone's life. Only the empty furniture that pretended to be components of a normal bedroom. A guise that fell to pieces with the heavy ominous air that hung in the room.
The bodies on the floor did not help.
Neither did the stark pale man that stood over them with the strange costume and terrifying face that bore red eyes and a diamond colored onto his forehead.
Sinister looked down at Gambit where he had dropped to the floor. The young man had fallen face first, collapsing as Sinister sent the command to the nano-controllers in his body to made him loose consciousness.
The expression on Sinister's pale, frightening face was curious, reminiscent of a scientist examining a specimen—but then, that was what Gambit was to him, an object to study and catalog. Though, he must admit, this was a rather special object. Not many mutants had such valuable genetic material, such power. Lucky for him, this scientific marvel was now in his hands with no hope of escape.
There had been flaws in Sinister's plan to capture the X-Men, of course. There were always flaws. But the key was making them as subtle as possible and making them unlikely to be acted upon. Apparently, he had succeeded in that—but then, was that really a surprise? He was superior to the X-Men. Of course he would survive over them, of course he would win.
His crimson, burning eyes grazed over the floor, taking in the crumpled figures. All of them would make wonderful specimens to study. It was a shame that some of the others had been damaged by the effects of the nano-controllers, such as Storm and Archangel. No matter. He had the rest of the X-Men to make up for it and the added bonus of having some of his greatest enemies and opponents eliminated. Not too bad for a day's work.
And then the frightening smirk slithered across his face, the dark cold lips turning upwards, and he felt the full elation of his victory. The bright light of the room glinted off the rich color of his eyes and accentuated the bright diamond on his forehead.
Knowledge was power. It was greatness. It was life. It was omniscience. And it was now his.