Magneto's Lair…………
Scott Evil, Number Two and Erik are all playing poker and enjoying a drink.
"So" the younger Evil began.
"So." Erik rhetorically replied.
"So suck your toe, all the way to Mexico. When you're there, cut off your hair and stuff it down your underwear" Number two muttered, mostly too himself. Yet loud enough to earn an odd look from his comrades.
"Uh, what do you do for a living? Dad didn't really talk about you much."
"I run the legitimate face of—"
"Not you, I know what you do. I was talking to him," Scott explained exasperatedly.
"Well, I'm a bit of a mutant rights activist." Erik said noncommittally.
"That's not what CNN said" Number two interjected.
"Vicious lies. I did what I had to do, simple as that. And I would have gotten away with it too if it hadn't been for those vile X-Men!"
"Um sure."
"To answer you're second question, you're father doesn't like to remember me. I was the mutant of the family, an outcast to my own kin. Typical really, one's own brother casts him aside in favor of normalcy and popularity."
Scott was intrigued, but a little confused, naturally it came out sarcastically. "Could you be a little more enigmatic?"
"Well, I suppose I could try. As the sands shift through the hourglass of life, one must keep in mind that there is no real equality. Even sand discriminates. There is no use in thinking a simple cluster of sand granules can coexist in one globe by themselves. A grand is bound to get it into his or her little head that he or she should be the last grin through the channel. Superior to all in stealth, fitness and of course intelligence.
And then where one begins, naturally the others will follow. Once said grain is embraced by the masses, an opposing group will be needed to finish the counter play. An offending, or weaker group if you will. One upon whom they thrust their condensation and misconduct upon, And the players are all in place. The moral majority vs the renegade graduals. Truly a metaphor for our times" Erik finished.
"Okay, but what does that mean in ENGLISH?!" Scott demanded.
"It means you're a mutant, people are going to hate you."
"How did he become a mutant?" Number two asked, intrigued by such a thought.
"The same way mutated sea bass become affected."
"Oh." 2 nodded his head in understanding.
"Wait, I'm kinda lost here. How'd it happen and what's my mutation?"
"Well, if you want to go down into my creation room, we can test it out. Shall we?"
"Hell, I don't have anything better to do. Can we do something to my dad, make him more normal like you?"
Erik chuckled and clapped his hand on Scott's shoulder as they left the room. "You're father is beyond even the help of the most advanced science I'm afraid."
"Well damn." Scott said, slightly disappointed.
Meanwhile in London………………
Austin and a female friend are in the beginning stages of foreplay when a loud banging of the door interrupts them.
"Hold on a tick" Austin said as he extricated himself from the Tanzanian Barbie doll.
He opened the door to find a burly, hairy man on the other side of the door. Making a motion as if dialing a phone, he looked at Logan and began to speak. "Yes, is this the ladies' service I called about an hour ago? It is? Well, you really ought to pay closer attention to your orders man! I asked for an Asian woman, not some hairy beast man!"
Logan was unimpressed. "I'm just kidding mate, come on inside."
During this interaction, the Tanzanian slipped out the door, silently enough to not disturb the men. "You packed yet?" Logan asked, annoyed at the man in front of him.
"Packed? Are we going somewhere?" a confused Mr. Powers asked.
"Fuck, you don't know yet? Christ who's your informant?"
"British intelligence."
"That explains it. Look here's the deal, you're comin' with me to save Rogue. Some evil guy is trying to take over the world; Chuck said you'd stop him. Move the fuck on"
"Do you mean Dr. Evil?"
"Yeah he's some bald fucker, but not in the good Captain Picard kinda way, more in the evil bald guy way."
"Right. Off we go then."
"Grab your gear."
"Gear?"
"Christ. Guns, explosives, bombs, whatever."
"Oh, sorry I don't subscribe to that. It's not my bag baby."
"Call me baby again, and you'll be meeting the enda these" Logan said in a menacing voice as he shot the claws out of his right hand.
"Why don't you put those to good use and shave off the burns. I was frozen for 30 years and even I know those are out of style." Austin said waving to his comrade's claws before waltzing out the door.
"Cheeky bastard. Oh fuck, now I'm doing it. Bloody hell" Logan muttered before following Austin out the door.
Back in Westchester……………
The phenomenon of Rogue's incredible ego had continued to grow and was quickly becoming an insurmountable problem to the inhabitants of the Xavier mansion. Kids were quickly getting fed up with her superior attitude, but were for the most part unable to reply to her insults since she had adapted such an archaic form of speaking. Kitty and Jubilee had been temporarily relocated to a room bordering St John, Kurt and Bobby, and they were not happy about it. But as Kitty had put it, it beat having to listen to Rogue drone on about what a fantastic being she was.
Jubilee was constantly scheming to take the girl down a peg or two, but thus far it amounted to nothing. Rogue had added a voice activated padlock to the door, and the trigger question was 'Who is the coolest person in the entire known universe?" Naturally, many tried to answer 'Rogue' but got it wrong, and none of the other mansion dwellers knew the girl's real name. It was a frustrating situation for all. Any person who looked at her funny felt the wrath of her. Jean and Hank had only been able to coax her into the med lab to fun some tests by telling her they wanted to study her, and try to learn how to become as enlightened as she was. Needless to say, she basked in the attention.
This went of for weeks and everyone was to his or her breaking point. "We've got to find some way to contain her until Logan and Austin arrive." Storm stated. "The kids all want to either hit her or throw things at her, it is getting to be a problem sir."
"I know it's a nuisance, but-
They were interrupted by a scuffle in the hallway. Storm rushed to the door and wasn't surprised to see Rogue terrorizing another helpless youngster. This time it was St. John.
"Genuflect" Rogue commanded in a stuffy voice.
"You can't be serioi'"
"Bow down! Now you trogloditic scumbag."
"Fine whatever. Happy?" he asked angrily after kneeling in front of her and making the sign of the cross.
"As you were." Was her only reply?
"Psycho bitch" he muttered
"I would not say such things if I were you" she replied before tossing a vase at his head.
St John set it aflame and sent it hurling into the wall, missing his head by thismuch.
Storm turned to Xavier, who had come out to watch the proceedings as well.
"You're right. We need to isolate her. Bring Kitty in here; we will need her to crack the code Rogue has placed on her door. We shall strike tonight." He stated in a definite tone that left no room for argument.