AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks going out to dragonlady sakura, Saki, Satan's
Widdle Hellper, remysgame , gethmane8 for the great reviews. Sorry, guys.
From this point on, the chapters don't really have endings but
cliffhangers. I just wrote it all out one night and realized I needed to
separate it into chapters when I was on my 1,720th word. Hehe.
She prepared herself for the worst. Ororo expected to find herself in circumstances far more dangerous, sickening, and vulnerable than any before. Yet, when she opened her eyes, she saw the domed ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, ornately decorated with beautiful paintings of Michelangelo, which told the story of the entire Bible. But she wasn't in the Sistine Chapel. She lay in a comfortable bed in an enormous, gold room. The blankets all around her were a deep wine red and her pillows were a rusted bronze.
She was obviously in Victor's subconscious now, and she quickly warned herself to be careful. She sat up, moving several layers of sheets, for a better look. The vacant room had no doors. Why would Victor lock her in a room alone? To spark her claustrophobia?
"Do you like the décor?" his voice came rumbling out across the room. He was hiding in a single corner of utter darkness, the only spot in the entire room not illuminated by a huge chandelier above her head. She could only see two small, amber orbs, the reflection of the light in his pupils.
She nodded slowly. "It's beautiful."
"You make it beautiful."
Ororo felt Jean tugging at the corners of her mind anxiously, aware of his strong arousal and afraid for her best friend's safety. "Why did you bring me here?"
"I'm not going to rape you," he stated coldly. "Your little friend can stop worrying." Jean's tug on Ororo ended dramatically, and the two stopped breathing at the thought that he could monitor them both. "Oh, yes, I've felt her since the beginning," he snickered. "That's why you're here and not her, isn't it? I'm supposed to trust you." He gave a low chuckle, but stopped short. "You're the last person in the world I would ever trust."
"You will never trust anyone," she snapped, "until you have complete control, and by then, they are dead." The two sat in silence for a few minutes, until Ororo spoke again, slowly, still thinking her plan out as she spoke. "What if Jean was not watching?" The back of her mind twisted, as Jean began to panic.
But Victor was obviously interested; for the first time, he blinked. "I'm listening."
"What if we compromise? I will agree to come through Cerebro, without Jean's help. And you will agree to answer any questions I ask."
"What kind of stupid bitch are you? You can't trust me."
"I do not. I am giving you complete control, by desperation, not trust."
After what seemed five minutes, he answered. "I agree."
Ororo was dragged out of the room, through the same long, stone tunnel, into the Medlab. Jean was boring through her with her eyes, obviously furious.
"No way in hell!" she shouted. "He'll kill you!"
Ororo got up from her chair and left the room before the second sentence was finished. Two steps into the hallway, she felt herself being slammed against the wall to her right. She looked back, to see that her best friend was pinning her with her telekinesis, in a last attempt to keep her from a monster. She centered every focus of her mind upon her abilities and sent a huge gust of wind Jean's way. She flew across the corridor, smashing into the opposite wall, and falling to the floor in a heap. Her telekinetic hold over Ororo gave away, as she lost consciousness. She couldn't believe she had just harmed her best friend, and she realized at the last moment that she could have caused serious damage. Trying to forget this last thought, she ran into Cerebro's chambers.
She wasn't quite sure if she was ready to take on the task she had obligated herself to. Her weather control was psionic, but she had no actual telepathic powers. Someone with weak control over extreme powers could be killed by Cerebro's oppressive demands, but she herself had extreme control over her weak psionic abilities, so she wasn't sure which way her luck would swing. Ignoring these precautions, she ran to the helmet upon the waiting platform and shoved it upon her head.
A cold, searing pain shot through her entire body, focusing right behind her temples and the nape of her neck. What felt like a thousand needles began piercing her head, and she couldn't feel her toes or fingers. Just as she screamed, ready for her oncoming death, a bright flash of light overcame her and the pain stopped.
She was in the same room as before, and once again, Victor was in the dark corner, watching her patiently. She sat, waiting for him to move, but rather than attack, he asked, "What do you want to know?"
She prepared herself for the worst. Ororo expected to find herself in circumstances far more dangerous, sickening, and vulnerable than any before. Yet, when she opened her eyes, she saw the domed ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, ornately decorated with beautiful paintings of Michelangelo, which told the story of the entire Bible. But she wasn't in the Sistine Chapel. She lay in a comfortable bed in an enormous, gold room. The blankets all around her were a deep wine red and her pillows were a rusted bronze.
She was obviously in Victor's subconscious now, and she quickly warned herself to be careful. She sat up, moving several layers of sheets, for a better look. The vacant room had no doors. Why would Victor lock her in a room alone? To spark her claustrophobia?
"Do you like the décor?" his voice came rumbling out across the room. He was hiding in a single corner of utter darkness, the only spot in the entire room not illuminated by a huge chandelier above her head. She could only see two small, amber orbs, the reflection of the light in his pupils.
She nodded slowly. "It's beautiful."
"You make it beautiful."
Ororo felt Jean tugging at the corners of her mind anxiously, aware of his strong arousal and afraid for her best friend's safety. "Why did you bring me here?"
"I'm not going to rape you," he stated coldly. "Your little friend can stop worrying." Jean's tug on Ororo ended dramatically, and the two stopped breathing at the thought that he could monitor them both. "Oh, yes, I've felt her since the beginning," he snickered. "That's why you're here and not her, isn't it? I'm supposed to trust you." He gave a low chuckle, but stopped short. "You're the last person in the world I would ever trust."
"You will never trust anyone," she snapped, "until you have complete control, and by then, they are dead." The two sat in silence for a few minutes, until Ororo spoke again, slowly, still thinking her plan out as she spoke. "What if Jean was not watching?" The back of her mind twisted, as Jean began to panic.
But Victor was obviously interested; for the first time, he blinked. "I'm listening."
"What if we compromise? I will agree to come through Cerebro, without Jean's help. And you will agree to answer any questions I ask."
"What kind of stupid bitch are you? You can't trust me."
"I do not. I am giving you complete control, by desperation, not trust."
After what seemed five minutes, he answered. "I agree."
Ororo was dragged out of the room, through the same long, stone tunnel, into the Medlab. Jean was boring through her with her eyes, obviously furious.
"No way in hell!" she shouted. "He'll kill you!"
Ororo got up from her chair and left the room before the second sentence was finished. Two steps into the hallway, she felt herself being slammed against the wall to her right. She looked back, to see that her best friend was pinning her with her telekinesis, in a last attempt to keep her from a monster. She centered every focus of her mind upon her abilities and sent a huge gust of wind Jean's way. She flew across the corridor, smashing into the opposite wall, and falling to the floor in a heap. Her telekinetic hold over Ororo gave away, as she lost consciousness. She couldn't believe she had just harmed her best friend, and she realized at the last moment that she could have caused serious damage. Trying to forget this last thought, she ran into Cerebro's chambers.
She wasn't quite sure if she was ready to take on the task she had obligated herself to. Her weather control was psionic, but she had no actual telepathic powers. Someone with weak control over extreme powers could be killed by Cerebro's oppressive demands, but she herself had extreme control over her weak psionic abilities, so she wasn't sure which way her luck would swing. Ignoring these precautions, she ran to the helmet upon the waiting platform and shoved it upon her head.
A cold, searing pain shot through her entire body, focusing right behind her temples and the nape of her neck. What felt like a thousand needles began piercing her head, and she couldn't feel her toes or fingers. Just as she screamed, ready for her oncoming death, a bright flash of light overcame her and the pain stopped.
She was in the same room as before, and once again, Victor was in the dark corner, watching her patiently. She sat, waiting for him to move, but rather than attack, he asked, "What do you want to know?"