Sabretooth drummed his finger absently on the table that he sat at. The metal table. The glare hurt his eyes all the time. He was a creature of the night, and the fucking glare could be a substitute for the sun! No matter. The majority of the table's surface was housing various types of the best thing on Earth: Alcohol.
"Hello, SeƱor Quervo, Mr. Daniels..." He pretended to tip a hat in a southern gentleman style and continued to speak to his bottles of liquor. It almost seemed as if he was singing a children's song:
"Tequila, Scotch, Rum, and Daiquiri..." He paused to gulp the substances down. "...Margarita, Sex on the Beach... No, make that rough Sex on the Beach."
He continued with his song, and sometimes later, he was passed out with good ol' Mr. Bean, empty, in his oversized hand. His face was smashed into the table, and his free hand was draped around the back of his neck.
What a sight this was. She wished she had a camera. 'Tooth was completely wasted; she didn't see him waking up anytime soon. Cringing at the thought of the massive hangover he would have in the morning, Mystique laughed and departed from the room and headed out of the fortress. Today, Kitty Pryde would die. Today was the start of the Brotherhood's revenge.
Erik found his way to his study and noticed that it was exactly how he had left it- immaculate. He couldn't stand clutter, hence the lack of furniture in every room. Lazily, he sauntered over to an elegant meal chair and used his gift to position it into a more comfortable position. He sat down almost royally and traced small shapes on the arm of his chair. He could not help but think that somehow, this mission was going to go terribly wrong. He dismissed the thought. If anyone could manipulate Rogue, it was Mystique. Out of everyone, who was better to crush the pest that was Wolverine, than Sabretooth? And if anyone could finish their Master Plan, who better than...
Erik thought for a moment. Yes, who better? Who could end this like Toad? Still, Lensher held some doubt.
"But that is not to interfere!" He yelled aloud to no one. He thought, The mission will be a success and Toad will lead us into Glory.
In two blinks of an eye, Mystique transformed. She had found a stray resident of the school, and had quickly broken his neck and dumped him into some nearby bushes. With not so much as a shrug, she (now he) moseyed up to the mansion in the fashion that she had seen the boy walk. She became annoyed quickly, for his arms were abnormally long and they swung entirely too much.
Mystique felt between her newly formed legs and considered:
Oh, now I understand... that would be what the arms were compensating for,she told herself in a matter-of-fact tone. Her smirk quickly died away as she approached the entrance to the manor.
Damn. It was locked. Of all the times... Mystique's thoughts were interrupted as she felt someone tap lightly on her shoulder.
It was her first instinct to whip around and break whoever's neck it was behind her, but she stayed "in character" and turned around slowly. Her stomach lurched inside as she saw who was right next to her.
