Shot in the Dark
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
Remy slid a solitary piece of folded white paper across Buckethead's desk nervously and then stepped back into the darkness of the office. He stood there stock still attempting to defer the instinct to fidget with his trench coat. He tried to read his employer's expression, but much to his dismay, Mags had a pretty good poker face.
"Have you thought this decision all the way through?" Magneto finally broke the silence.
"Oui," answered Remy with a shaky voice.
"You are aware of my agreement with your father?"
"Oui, Remy is."
"And what do you propose your father should do about this?" asked Magneto a little too calmly.
"Remy don' care dat be his problem nah."
"I see," said Magneto re-folding the paper and placing it on his desk.
"He's taken' dis really well," thought Remy.
"But of course there are repercussions to every action, Mr. LaBeau!" said Magneto with a twinge of anger present in his voice.
Before Remy had a chance to say anything in his defense he found himself pinned to the wall behind with jagged metal bars. One of bars cut into Remy's right arm. Another, smaller piece of metal, shaped like an arrow lodged itself a few inches above Remy's right knee and it wasn't over yet. Remy could feel his body being lifted off the wall and the bars of metal constricting around his torso. Tiny pieces of metal, like buckshot sprayed towards Remy. Most of them missed, but one cut part of Remy's forehead.
At the same time this unfathomable beating was occurring Victor Creed was sitting in the kitchen drinking a beer and admiring his work in the obituary section of the Sunday paper when he heard a loud *CRASH* (Remy had just been thrown into or more likely through a bookshelf).
"What the fuck was that?!" said Victor to no one.
"Didn't you hear?" asked Mystique as she walked in, "Gambit tried to resign."
"That was a bad move," said Creed.
"Tell me about it," said Mystique as she nonchalantly browsed through the contents of the refrigerator.
There was another loud crash.
"What the hell is goin' on in there?" asked Creed.
"Sounds like Magneto's taking out some pent up aggression on him," said Mystique a little too chipper for her general personality.
"Sounds like you wanna watch," said Creed without looking up.
"Well he deserves to be chained up and beaten, if you ask me. Not only did he betray Magneto, but the rest of us as well!" said Mystique.
But, by then Victor wasn't listening the phrase 'chained up and beaten' had brought him back to the days of his childhood when his father h no had him chained in the basement and would bludgeon him with a lead pipe. That was the last straw! He was going to put an end to this, no matter the consequence.
"You're just pissed because he stopped taking his 'pent up aggression' out on you," said Victor snidely (Well how did you think Kurt came to be?! Or is it more plausible that Creed is the father, with the tail and all?)
"Well, I never." said Mystique slamming the refrigerator door and storming out of the room.
"Works every time," thought Creed with a wicked smirk, "now on to more important matters!"
He could torture Mystique anytime he got board.
Creed didn't even knock he just busted up into Magneto's office. The First thing he saw Magneto standing in front of the desk smoking a cigarette. Then he noticed Remy's limp body on the floor over towards the far corner of the room.
"Ah, Victor there you are. I was just about to call you, FINISH HIM!" commanded Magneto.
Victor to walked over and picked Remy's motionless body, then turned to leave, but before he walked out of the room said, "I think Mystique wanted you for something."
"Oh, uh. thank you." Magneto trailed off a little taken back. It had only been a few years since Mystique had invited him into her boudoir, but who was counting?
That's when he spotted his open desk drawer. Inside there was a photo of him and his wife, well "wife". He had employed her as a nanny for his two rambunctious toddlers, Pietro and Wanda. She had been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Not only did she have white hair, but lavender eyes and on top of all of that she had been a mutant. Although for the life of him he couldn't remember what her powers were.
He had her pose as his wife one night at an estate dinner that was in remembrance of all the people who had died during the holocaust. She was amazing, she hung on him like a lace ascot, no one doubted for a minute that she was his wife. It was the perfect rouse, but one glaring problem had arisen. He had fallen in love with her.
He fell in love with her not just because she was beautiful and for some unknown reason adored his children, Pietro and Wanda even called her 'mom', but she because she didn't fear him, in fact she would even challenge his political views, while she folded the laundry and when ever she wore his "detective" hat, she loved that hat. And damn could that girl cook! If anything he was afraid of her, she was terribly mysterious and never let him touch her. Then one day she said she had to go away for a few days to the Swiss Alps to settle financial issues, but Magneto had gotten a hold of her tickets before hand and found her true destination to be the Antarctic.
Three days later a death certificate was delivered by FedEx. He being her last employer had to sign it and send it back to the morgue in the Swiss Alps, apparently there had been a "skiing accident".
It was after that incident that Magneto couldn't stand the sight of his daughter, Wanda. She reminded him too much of his "wife", Lani.
It was two weeks after the death certificate came that Victor Creed, her so called uncle showed up to take any of Lani's remaining stuff away, but then heard Magneto's take on humanity and decided to stick around after forwarding her stuff to somewhere in Peru. Victor claimed she had a sister down there.
It was then that Magneto came out of his trance, "Ancient history," he muttered as he selected a bottle of bourbon from his private bar and made his way to Mystique's room to . . . uh . . .watch "smack down" (A.N. Hee Hee).
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
Remy slid a solitary piece of folded white paper across Buckethead's desk nervously and then stepped back into the darkness of the office. He stood there stock still attempting to defer the instinct to fidget with his trench coat. He tried to read his employer's expression, but much to his dismay, Mags had a pretty good poker face.
"Have you thought this decision all the way through?" Magneto finally broke the silence.
"Oui," answered Remy with a shaky voice.
"You are aware of my agreement with your father?"
"Oui, Remy is."
"And what do you propose your father should do about this?" asked Magneto a little too calmly.
"Remy don' care dat be his problem nah."
"I see," said Magneto re-folding the paper and placing it on his desk.
"He's taken' dis really well," thought Remy.
"But of course there are repercussions to every action, Mr. LaBeau!" said Magneto with a twinge of anger present in his voice.
Before Remy had a chance to say anything in his defense he found himself pinned to the wall behind with jagged metal bars. One of bars cut into Remy's right arm. Another, smaller piece of metal, shaped like an arrow lodged itself a few inches above Remy's right knee and it wasn't over yet. Remy could feel his body being lifted off the wall and the bars of metal constricting around his torso. Tiny pieces of metal, like buckshot sprayed towards Remy. Most of them missed, but one cut part of Remy's forehead.
At the same time this unfathomable beating was occurring Victor Creed was sitting in the kitchen drinking a beer and admiring his work in the obituary section of the Sunday paper when he heard a loud *CRASH* (Remy had just been thrown into or more likely through a bookshelf).
"What the fuck was that?!" said Victor to no one.
"Didn't you hear?" asked Mystique as she walked in, "Gambit tried to resign."
"That was a bad move," said Creed.
"Tell me about it," said Mystique as she nonchalantly browsed through the contents of the refrigerator.
There was another loud crash.
"What the hell is goin' on in there?" asked Creed.
"Sounds like Magneto's taking out some pent up aggression on him," said Mystique a little too chipper for her general personality.
"Sounds like you wanna watch," said Creed without looking up.
"Well he deserves to be chained up and beaten, if you ask me. Not only did he betray Magneto, but the rest of us as well!" said Mystique.
But, by then Victor wasn't listening the phrase 'chained up and beaten' had brought him back to the days of his childhood when his father h no had him chained in the basement and would bludgeon him with a lead pipe. That was the last straw! He was going to put an end to this, no matter the consequence.
"You're just pissed because he stopped taking his 'pent up aggression' out on you," said Victor snidely (Well how did you think Kurt came to be?! Or is it more plausible that Creed is the father, with the tail and all?)
"Well, I never." said Mystique slamming the refrigerator door and storming out of the room.
"Works every time," thought Creed with a wicked smirk, "now on to more important matters!"
He could torture Mystique anytime he got board.
Creed didn't even knock he just busted up into Magneto's office. The First thing he saw Magneto standing in front of the desk smoking a cigarette. Then he noticed Remy's limp body on the floor over towards the far corner of the room.
"Ah, Victor there you are. I was just about to call you, FINISH HIM!" commanded Magneto.
Victor to walked over and picked Remy's motionless body, then turned to leave, but before he walked out of the room said, "I think Mystique wanted you for something."
"Oh, uh. thank you." Magneto trailed off a little taken back. It had only been a few years since Mystique had invited him into her boudoir, but who was counting?
That's when he spotted his open desk drawer. Inside there was a photo of him and his wife, well "wife". He had employed her as a nanny for his two rambunctious toddlers, Pietro and Wanda. She had been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Not only did she have white hair, but lavender eyes and on top of all of that she had been a mutant. Although for the life of him he couldn't remember what her powers were.
He had her pose as his wife one night at an estate dinner that was in remembrance of all the people who had died during the holocaust. She was amazing, she hung on him like a lace ascot, no one doubted for a minute that she was his wife. It was the perfect rouse, but one glaring problem had arisen. He had fallen in love with her.
He fell in love with her not just because she was beautiful and for some unknown reason adored his children, Pietro and Wanda even called her 'mom', but she because she didn't fear him, in fact she would even challenge his political views, while she folded the laundry and when ever she wore his "detective" hat, she loved that hat. And damn could that girl cook! If anything he was afraid of her, she was terribly mysterious and never let him touch her. Then one day she said she had to go away for a few days to the Swiss Alps to settle financial issues, but Magneto had gotten a hold of her tickets before hand and found her true destination to be the Antarctic.
Three days later a death certificate was delivered by FedEx. He being her last employer had to sign it and send it back to the morgue in the Swiss Alps, apparently there had been a "skiing accident".
It was after that incident that Magneto couldn't stand the sight of his daughter, Wanda. She reminded him too much of his "wife", Lani.
It was two weeks after the death certificate came that Victor Creed, her so called uncle showed up to take any of Lani's remaining stuff away, but then heard Magneto's take on humanity and decided to stick around after forwarding her stuff to somewhere in Peru. Victor claimed she had a sister down there.
It was then that Magneto came out of his trance, "Ancient history," he muttered as he selected a bottle of bourbon from his private bar and made his way to Mystique's room to . . . uh . . .watch "smack down" (A.N. Hee Hee).