Well, after seeing "Mainstream," it seems Magneto is manipulating at least one of his Acolytes, perhaps all of them? Well, of course he is! I have a few theories, and I'll see what I can do with them. :)
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Chapter 3: To the Flame
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Sabretooth and Colossus walked through the Australian Outback, finding the heat to be quite unbearable. Sabretooth refused to show any signs of weakness, but Colossus was visibly fatigued, he was definitely not used to heat of any sort.
"Do you suppose we shall find this mutant soon, Comrade Sabretooth?" Piotr asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"I'm sure we'll bump into him sooner or later... I pickin' up a scent," Creed muttered, his long blonde hair getting caught in a sudden breeze. The area smelled of gasoline, and... "Get down!" Sabretooth shouted, shoving the Russian mutant to the ground. An explosion shook the ground around the two of them, flames flying high into the sky and transforming into an immense dragon of pure fire. It sprouted wings and flew over the pair of sprawling mutants, then suddenly vanished into thin air. Not too far off, laughter could be heard.
"You should have seen the looks on your bloomin' faces!" they heard a boy cry. Sabretooth leapt to his feet and whirled, his duster sweeping behind him. A young blonde haired kid was nearly doubled over in laughter, in his hand was a box of matches and a gasoline can.
"You think that was funny, you little---" Sabretooth snarled and leapt at the lad, seizing him by the collar and holding him several inches off the ground, "we'll see if you think it's so funny after I rip your...." a heavy hand came to rest on Creed's shoulder. He turned to see Colossus standing behind him, a look of strong disapproval on his face.
"Lord Magneto wanted him unharmed." Said the Russian, his tone the epitome of seriousness.
"Hey, mate, I think you should listen to the bloke," the boy said, squirming to get away from Sabretooth, "it was just a little fun, after all... no real harm done, right?"
"You St. John Allerdyce?" Creed growled, dropping the young mutant.
"Yeah, that's the name... who wants to know?" he said as he fell to his knees, having not been quite prepared for the sudden fall. He dusted himself off and stood, a cocky grin on his face.
"A man who can help you learn to control your powers, my young friend, and use them for the good of our kind," Colossus said.
"Well, as you can see, I've got pretty good control already! It's your friend's sense of humor that needs work," he chuckled. Sabretooth let off a low growl, "sure, why not... these powers have been nothing but trouble. Dear ol' dad threw me out of the house when he found out about them!" Creed was somewhat happy with this response, he didn't even have to go through the whole speech with this one. The three made their way back to the metal spheres, the flame-controlling mutant talking rapidly the entire time. What I wouldn't give to shut that mouth of his.... Sabretooth thought to himself as he stepped into his sphere, glad that he couldn't hear John when it finally closed. The trip back to Magneto's headquarters was an uneventful one, and John thankfully hadn't discovered the comm systems. The spheres opened and they were greeted by Magneto, clad in his usual red and purple battle armor, dramatic red helmet on his head. Sabretooth stalked off to his room to escape from hearing about Magneto's grand scheme, a move which did not go unnoticed by the mutant master of magnetism.
"So you are the mutant who calls himself Pyro, welcome," Magneto grinned in a fatherly manner.
"Yeah, I thought the name fit," he said with a smile. Magneto nodded, telling Pyro all about his plans for a world dominated by mutants, and the teenager seemed to eat it up, especially the parts involving him using his powers in destructive ways. After a few minutes of talk like this, Pyro went off to his room to get comfortable, leaving Magneto and Colossus alone.
"Piotr, there is something I must tell you," Magneto said, turning to the large Russian, "I was contacted by your family earlier." Colossus's face grew pale as Magneto told him the news.
"I must return to them at once!" He said, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Do not worry, Colossus," Magneto said, resting a hand on the young mutant's shoulder, "I will care for the family of anyone who serves my cause willingly." The way he spoke the words implied that if Colossus left the Acolytes, the care would be lifted. It sent chills down Piotr's spine to hear the cold words so warmly spoken. For now, he would have to remain under the dictates of the master of magnetism, his loyalties fully to him.
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To Be Continued
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Chapter 3: To the Flame
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Sabretooth and Colossus walked through the Australian Outback, finding the heat to be quite unbearable. Sabretooth refused to show any signs of weakness, but Colossus was visibly fatigued, he was definitely not used to heat of any sort.
"Do you suppose we shall find this mutant soon, Comrade Sabretooth?" Piotr asked, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"I'm sure we'll bump into him sooner or later... I pickin' up a scent," Creed muttered, his long blonde hair getting caught in a sudden breeze. The area smelled of gasoline, and... "Get down!" Sabretooth shouted, shoving the Russian mutant to the ground. An explosion shook the ground around the two of them, flames flying high into the sky and transforming into an immense dragon of pure fire. It sprouted wings and flew over the pair of sprawling mutants, then suddenly vanished into thin air. Not too far off, laughter could be heard.
"You should have seen the looks on your bloomin' faces!" they heard a boy cry. Sabretooth leapt to his feet and whirled, his duster sweeping behind him. A young blonde haired kid was nearly doubled over in laughter, in his hand was a box of matches and a gasoline can.
"You think that was funny, you little---" Sabretooth snarled and leapt at the lad, seizing him by the collar and holding him several inches off the ground, "we'll see if you think it's so funny after I rip your...." a heavy hand came to rest on Creed's shoulder. He turned to see Colossus standing behind him, a look of strong disapproval on his face.
"Lord Magneto wanted him unharmed." Said the Russian, his tone the epitome of seriousness.
"Hey, mate, I think you should listen to the bloke," the boy said, squirming to get away from Sabretooth, "it was just a little fun, after all... no real harm done, right?"
"You St. John Allerdyce?" Creed growled, dropping the young mutant.
"Yeah, that's the name... who wants to know?" he said as he fell to his knees, having not been quite prepared for the sudden fall. He dusted himself off and stood, a cocky grin on his face.
"A man who can help you learn to control your powers, my young friend, and use them for the good of our kind," Colossus said.
"Well, as you can see, I've got pretty good control already! It's your friend's sense of humor that needs work," he chuckled. Sabretooth let off a low growl, "sure, why not... these powers have been nothing but trouble. Dear ol' dad threw me out of the house when he found out about them!" Creed was somewhat happy with this response, he didn't even have to go through the whole speech with this one. The three made their way back to the metal spheres, the flame-controlling mutant talking rapidly the entire time. What I wouldn't give to shut that mouth of his.... Sabretooth thought to himself as he stepped into his sphere, glad that he couldn't hear John when it finally closed. The trip back to Magneto's headquarters was an uneventful one, and John thankfully hadn't discovered the comm systems. The spheres opened and they were greeted by Magneto, clad in his usual red and purple battle armor, dramatic red helmet on his head. Sabretooth stalked off to his room to escape from hearing about Magneto's grand scheme, a move which did not go unnoticed by the mutant master of magnetism.
"So you are the mutant who calls himself Pyro, welcome," Magneto grinned in a fatherly manner.
"Yeah, I thought the name fit," he said with a smile. Magneto nodded, telling Pyro all about his plans for a world dominated by mutants, and the teenager seemed to eat it up, especially the parts involving him using his powers in destructive ways. After a few minutes of talk like this, Pyro went off to his room to get comfortable, leaving Magneto and Colossus alone.
"Piotr, there is something I must tell you," Magneto said, turning to the large Russian, "I was contacted by your family earlier." Colossus's face grew pale as Magneto told him the news.
"I must return to them at once!" He said, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Do not worry, Colossus," Magneto said, resting a hand on the young mutant's shoulder, "I will care for the family of anyone who serves my cause willingly." The way he spoke the words implied that if Colossus left the Acolytes, the care would be lifted. It sent chills down Piotr's spine to hear the cold words so warmly spoken. For now, he would have to remain under the dictates of the master of magnetism, his loyalties fully to him.
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To Be Continued
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