Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
Back at Magneto's hideout the master of magnetism and Mystique had been banging like a pair of marching band symbols ever since that first invite. Well at least they were until the door to the bedroom went sailing across the floor, smashing a nightstand to pieces.
The two lovers sat up in a state of shock.
"Who the HELL are you?" demanded Mystique.
"Zo, zith is how you repay your faithful vife, Eric? Vith some WHORE?!" growled an incredibly ticked Lani. She wasn't really mad, she had expected such behavior from Eric, it was just more fun this way.
"Lani, you're ALIVE?!" yelped Eric.
"It vould appear zat vey. Now prepare to die for your betrayal!" said Lani as she unsheathed the African instrument of destruction.
Mystique wrapped one of the sheets around her and just before she fled the room yelled over her shoulder, "I think we should see other people!"
"Lani, I ."
"Eric, shove eet (it) and sign Vanda over to me!" commanded Lani as she produced adoption forms and a pen.
Eric reluctantly got off the bed, wrapping another sheet around his waisr and taking the pen from Lani signed the papers.
"And initial dere," pointed Lani.
"What are you going to do to me, Lani?" asked Eric as pitifully as possible.
"I vill leave you in de capable hands ov my dear friend, Mutar!" called Lani as she picked up her paperwork and left.
In walked an extremely large Saudi Arabian gentleman who seemed as though he had just walked out of the pages of Arabian Nights. Little did Eric know Mutar's specialty was torturing people for information, he had been a prison captain back when Constantinople became Istanbul. Now Lani was not totally heartless, Eric would only be spending 6 mo. In the custody of her superiors rather than the prescribed 2½ years. Truth be told it didn't matter, whatever amount of time Eric spent with Lani's superiors in a top secret base in Guam, they would still abandon him in either the Sahara or the Artic Tundra.
With that Lani left Eric in the more than capable hands of Mutar to go in search of Wanda.
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Meanwhile back at the Brotherhood's house, Lance was a nervous wreck as he sat on the floor outside the bathroom with his head in his hands. Lance was so nervous he didn't notice Wanda walking out the front door.
An excited squeal came from the bathroom as the door flew open narrowly missing Lance's nose. The next thing he knew Kitty's legs were around his waist and her arms around his neck as she gave him a passionate kiss.
"I knew it!" said Kitty triumphantly as she broke the kiss.
"Knew what?" asked Lance wrapping his arms around Kitty's butt tightly.
"That the 'Danger Factor' would like work!" exclaimed Kitty.
"The 'Danger Factor'?" inquired Lance skeptically.
"Like, ya, the way I figure it I'm two weeks pregnant. I think it was that time we like did it on Professor Xavier's desk!" said Kitty as she kissed Lance again.
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Wanda stopped at the end of the block. This was the spot she always met up with the woman in her dreams and she didn't have to wait long before she hear a voice behind her, "Are you ready to go, Vanda?" asked the woman.
Wanda closed her eyes and followed the sequence of her dream. She didn't turn around, but extended her arm behind her and allowed the woman to take her hand. She was cold to Wanda's touch. The woman took Wanda in her arms and hugged. She smelled as cool and pure as the first snowfall of the winter.
Wanda kept her eyes shut tightly as she heard a chopper over head, "Yes, Iam, Mother."
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
Back at Magneto's hideout the master of magnetism and Mystique had been banging like a pair of marching band symbols ever since that first invite. Well at least they were until the door to the bedroom went sailing across the floor, smashing a nightstand to pieces.
The two lovers sat up in a state of shock.
"Who the HELL are you?" demanded Mystique.
"Zo, zith is how you repay your faithful vife, Eric? Vith some WHORE?!" growled an incredibly ticked Lani. She wasn't really mad, she had expected such behavior from Eric, it was just more fun this way.
"Lani, you're ALIVE?!" yelped Eric.
"It vould appear zat vey. Now prepare to die for your betrayal!" said Lani as she unsheathed the African instrument of destruction.
Mystique wrapped one of the sheets around her and just before she fled the room yelled over her shoulder, "I think we should see other people!"
"Lani, I ."
"Eric, shove eet (it) and sign Vanda over to me!" commanded Lani as she produced adoption forms and a pen.
Eric reluctantly got off the bed, wrapping another sheet around his waisr and taking the pen from Lani signed the papers.
"And initial dere," pointed Lani.
"What are you going to do to me, Lani?" asked Eric as pitifully as possible.
"I vill leave you in de capable hands ov my dear friend, Mutar!" called Lani as she picked up her paperwork and left.
In walked an extremely large Saudi Arabian gentleman who seemed as though he had just walked out of the pages of Arabian Nights. Little did Eric know Mutar's specialty was torturing people for information, he had been a prison captain back when Constantinople became Istanbul. Now Lani was not totally heartless, Eric would only be spending 6 mo. In the custody of her superiors rather than the prescribed 2½ years. Truth be told it didn't matter, whatever amount of time Eric spent with Lani's superiors in a top secret base in Guam, they would still abandon him in either the Sahara or the Artic Tundra.
With that Lani left Eric in the more than capable hands of Mutar to go in search of Wanda.
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Meanwhile back at the Brotherhood's house, Lance was a nervous wreck as he sat on the floor outside the bathroom with his head in his hands. Lance was so nervous he didn't notice Wanda walking out the front door.
An excited squeal came from the bathroom as the door flew open narrowly missing Lance's nose. The next thing he knew Kitty's legs were around his waist and her arms around his neck as she gave him a passionate kiss.
"I knew it!" said Kitty triumphantly as she broke the kiss.
"Knew what?" asked Lance wrapping his arms around Kitty's butt tightly.
"That the 'Danger Factor' would like work!" exclaimed Kitty.
"The 'Danger Factor'?" inquired Lance skeptically.
"Like, ya, the way I figure it I'm two weeks pregnant. I think it was that time we like did it on Professor Xavier's desk!" said Kitty as she kissed Lance again.
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Wanda stopped at the end of the block. This was the spot she always met up with the woman in her dreams and she didn't have to wait long before she hear a voice behind her, "Are you ready to go, Vanda?" asked the woman.
Wanda closed her eyes and followed the sequence of her dream. She didn't turn around, but extended her arm behind her and allowed the woman to take her hand. She was cold to Wanda's touch. The woman took Wanda in her arms and hugged. She smelled as cool and pure as the first snowfall of the winter.
Wanda kept her eyes shut tightly as she heard a chopper over head, "Yes, Iam, Mother."