Misfit- Chapter 12
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"Poor child" Professor Xavier said blowing on his tea to cool it.
"Poor kid?" Logan said, not believing his ears "She's got it made for life and your saying poor kid?"
He leaned back on the kitchen unit as the others in the room eyed him, not agreeing with anything he'd said, except one.
"I agree that she's got it made, but I don't think its easy Logan." Scott answered.
"Things are getting bad when you back me up one eye." He moaned, provoking a glance of exasperation from the other man.
"Lizzie will have things tough, she'll never be normal." Storm said in between sips of tea.
"Well here's the news flash, neither will we. But she's gonna have all the luxury's in the world while for all she'd care we could be eatin' dinner in the gutter but she wouldn't bat an eyelid about another mutant."
"That isn't fair." Kurt said on the other side of the counter, looking shamefully back down at the tea in his paws.
Logan scoffed "You of all people can't tell me you feel sorry for her elf."
The man locked Logan with his golden gaze. "I have seen what this has done to her, Logan. She hides her pain from others because she believes it weakens her or possibly that her emotions impose on others. Life is not easy for her Logan, Its harder than you will ever know."
"And she does care about mutants." The professor added, "In her native England she has been a loud voice for mutant rights and the rescinding of their mutant registration and segregation law. She's a veteran marcher, she walks tall with us- and she has been in trouble for it."
"She's been arrested?" Bobby giggled.
"Far worse Mr Drake, the opposition leader broached the subject of the suitability of a princess marcher to take the throne, which is one of the reasons I believe Elizabeth is so hesitant to reveal herself as a mutant; the fear that they will remove her from the right to succession." He paused for thought with his teacup halfway to his lips. "The only thing she has ever been sure of, the fact that she would be a queen- Easily taken away in an instant."
The room fell silent for a moment, all inside pondering what it would be like, loosing the one thing that they were the most sure of in the entire world. If they lost their power how would they feel?
"Professor!" Firefly called breathlessly from the door as Digital ran and joined him. "There's something going on outside- something you should see!"
For a second the professor's face went blank before calmly he turned to his X men.
"Logan, Strom, Cyclops- go to the gardens now."
The three looked at one another before starting to move off.
"What's happenin' Chuck?" Logan questioned as he left his sat.
Again the professor didn't bat an eyelid, "Just go Logan, you will see when you get there. It might be wise to take Kurt too."
Kuet looked shocked for a second before Bamfing out of his seat to the door with the others as they quickly moved off down the hall.
"What about me Professor?" Questioned Bobby as he placed his cup back on the counter.
"I don't think it would be prudent for you to go Bobby, I think you would be better served staying here with me."
When the X men reached the garden doors it was easy to see why there was such a commotion.
The pupils stood amazed and horrified, looking at a huge black helicopter that had parked itself on the lawn beside the Basketball court. Its doors were open and some men in black with gold masks were out helping to carry something to it.
"Those are the guys from the club the other night." Logan growled before starting to run towards the copter.
"Logan!" Scott screamed at him before running after, pursued by Storm and Nightcrawler.
The children parted and let them pass as they ran further down the concrete paths, heading towards the copter.
As they got closer though Logan slowed, watching, with his acute senses on full alert. This allowed Scott to catch up and step in front of him.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing? We don't even know what their here for!" He said hitting Logan across the chest.
"Do you wanna get out of my way or would you rather I moved you?" Logan growled.
"There's no time for this" Storm interjected, tearing them apart, "Look!" she indicated up to the copter, the man waiting beside the door was now visible as Fear, and the men were moving around the copter so what they were carrying would become very clear within a second.
"What do you think they have?" Nightcrawler asked, innocently.
"What do you think elf." The wolverine growled as the body of a young girl was carried into view, head slumped against her chest, blonde hair spread over her face- unconscious, her shoulders held by one man, her feet and legs by another.
Then two more men and another body, red and white hair across her face, being carried in the same way.
When both sets of men got to the door they flung their girl into the arms of another man inside the copter then climbed in themselves avoiding the still rotating rotorblades.
Even from this distance Fears evil grin was visible, lighting up his face for the whole world to see.
"Rogue?" Storm questioned, "Why would they take Rogue as well?"
But Logan didn't hear it or really care, because he was already past Scott and was racing down the path, past the roses and tulips and an amazed Remy LeBeau in his cherry tree.
Seeing Wolverine running towards them, Fear Jumped up into the copter with a flourish, closing the door behind him and signalling to the masked pilot. And the copter rose into the air, out of Logan's reach, Taking Rogue and the Queen of England with it.
Logan and the Other's returned to the kitchen downcast, they had lost them.
The Professor looked up but when he saw their faces his own fell.
"What's going on?" Bobby asked. In the minutes they had been gone he'd been getting more and more anxious. When the X men had appeared her had literally jumped out of his seat and across the room.
"They took her…" Logan said as calmly as he could, "They took her and Rogue."
Bobby's face fell further than it had been, and in his eyes he was panicking. "Took Rogue? Who took Rogue?" he screamed at Logan.
"We don't know." Logan shouted back, the tension was overcoming everyone in the room. Storm and Cyclops just looked at the floor, embarrassed by their failure, Logan was looking a Bobby frozen with fear in the eye, and Kurt was pacing nervously repeating the prayer of St. Francis over and over. Only the Professor seemed composed.
"I do." The Professor stated.
Everyone turned from what they were doing to him, the tension overcoming everybody in the room.
"You do? How Who?" Storm asked, her voice tinged with worry for the two women.
The professor simply tapped his temple. "A group called Hellfire." He reversed his wheelchair and started towards the door. "I believe its time to try out that database we "Borrowed" from Stryker. It may take a while to find, but I'm sure anything we find will be of use."
He was half out of the door when he stopped and turned.
"I'll call all of you when I find something, until then there is no need to worry about either Rogue or Miss Windsor, I do not believe they wish to harm either."
"Nice words Chuck, but you'll understand if it don't put me at ease." Logan glowered.
The first thing that Lizzie could remember was the hands, strong weathered hands against the flesh of her arms, someone must have removed her jacket.
She had been barely conscious at the time but she remembered being pulled by these people, two of them, one on each arm, she was limp and unfeeling. Where she was being pulled to she did not know. She kept getting the vision of her in Le Bar Bat, spread out on a table, barely sensible while these two men stood waiting… waiting to taste her flesh. This time however there was no Logan or Kurt to save her. She wished her knights where there.
The only sound she could hear as she was dragged to wherever was the scuff of her boots against the ruff stone floor mixed with the heavy breathing of the men. Maybe they weren't breathing heavy, she told herself, maybe she was just too close to them.
The men stopped for a second and Lizzie heard something distant but becoming clearer… It must have been talking. The men had stopped to talk to someone. This opened up different possibilities in Lizzie's mind, this meant that they had to be someplace where no one frowned on what was being done to her… they all had to be in on it.
She was in the men's base.
She felt the whoosh of air upon her face, which gave her senses a boost. A door must have opened in front of them, from the accompanied scraping and scratching Lizzie presumed it was motorised and that it was sliding into the (She again guessed) stonewalls.
She still hung limp trying to regain all measures of rational though but was by this time fully conscious. She didn't want to give the game away yet though.
This was tested when she was thrown again to the floor. It winded her and she clutched at her side.
"Shit…" She winced curling into a ball.
"Now, Now Miss Elizabeth. That isn't language befitting a Queen, is it?" a powerful mans voice boomed from somewhere in front of her.
Slowly she started to open her eyes, only a crack at first, then letting them flutter open, like a broken dolls.
She was in a huge chamber, dark and old, it smelt musty like a library in very little use. Above hung a broken chandelier, hanging lopsidedly from it's fittings, that wasn't giving much light out. She was caged by a huge circular table, surrounding her apart from the small break in it that Lizzie had been thrown in from.
People were sitting behind the desk in the darkened recesses of the room, but from her foetal position on the floor Lizzie had trouble making them out.
"I don't know. A French Queen might." She moaned as she started to push herself up, shielding her newly focusing eyes from the light, although technically it was all but non-existent.
"You Joke too much." A female voice now echoed, replacing the man's, she sounded annoyed.
"How would you know?" She smiled flippantly back at the woman… or at least as the vague silhouette that she believed was the woman who spoke.
A man leaned forward into the light a little- allowing Lizzie in her now raised state to see his face. He had a square jaw, a goatee and long black hair tied back into a ponytail. He looked a thick set man from what could be seen of his body behind the desk, and he was dressed in 18th century garb… or at least a representation of 18th century garb. He smiled a smile that radiated pure evil and frightened Lizzie to her very soul.
"We know everything." He replied silkily, dangerously, before withdrawing back into the shadows where ha belonged.
"How?" Lizzie asked, all the frivolity gone from her voice and face. Now she was concerned that someone would jump her from behind.
"We have eyes everywhere." Came the woman's voice again, but she didn't reveal herself.
"Eyes that know everything." A voice said swooping in behind her then moving off. She didn't need to see the face… she'd know Fear's voice anywhere.
"You Bastard!" She replied in a fevered whisper, turning her head only slightly.
"Eyes…" another female voice, more quiet and thoughtful than the other, "That can see into any part of you. Even your brain."
Elizabeth didn't expect it… so it made the sensation even worse. Someone in the room was a telepath, and they were trying to read her mind…
Darkness, extreme cold swept over her, darkness followed by a blinding flash in her brain and a rush of memories that were painful, fireworks in her brain again. Brain freeze followed inevitably.
She screamed and grabbed her head. This was worse then the professor's intrusion, he'd felt around before entering… the pain had been slight. This one had leapt in where they were not wanted.
She heard a scream that echoed her own, the same heat in the voice and same squeal of pain. It was the sweet voiced woman, the one that had last spoke… she was the telepath.
Lizzie fell forward onto her knees. Breath caught in her throat. The pain in her head hadn't been this bad ever, and it was scaring her even more then she had been before.
She looked up, hoping that whatever her captors had planned for her hadn't involved the pain of one of their own.
She saw the woman tumble to the desk in front of her, her blonde head and white dressed body slamming against it, the vibration knocking over a glass. Another man came out of the shadows, he looked Latino in appearance. He too was dressed in 18th century garb, and his moustache was curled at the ends like that century's gentlemen wore them. He scuttled forward and helped the woman uneasily to her feet.
"My Queen are you alright?" He asked and she fell against him.
"I'm fine Emmanuel." She fluttered. She looked far from fine however, and Lizzie didn't feel that good either.
The man and another helped her over to a fainting couch that Lizzie hadn't seen over in the corner. She lay down with the man attending to her.
Another man stepped into the light… he was dressed in pure black and he looked down on Lizzie like she was a rag doll that had displeased him… he turned to her and stood tall. Lizzie cowered when she saw the full of his face, it was covered in terrible scars, like his head had been ripped apart and sown back together by someone who had never used a needle in his life. He was a Frankenstein's monster, but even more terrifying because he looked basically human… apart from his eyes… one blue, one brown, both almost lifeless and full of hatred.
She knew what he was going to do… he must have been telepathic too, he was going to finish what the woman had started he would read her mind and not be afraid of what had happened happening to him. A glint crossed his eyes and Lizzie shut hers… sure that the pain would be intolerable and that soon she would be dead from it… she'd be with her father soon.
"Jason stop." Came a male voice from the shadows. The man with the scars turned slowly to his right, and from the shadows emerged a woman, her skin blue as the sky with scales and ridges eyes as yellow as dandelions and red hair slicked against her scalp and running down to the middle of his shoulders. She was completely naked. "We don't want you getting hurt now do we?" She smiled, a man's voice emanating from her mouth. Lizzie knelt still looking up, shocked- she'd never seen anything like this before.
The scared man sat thankfully. That reduced Lizzie's fear about threefold. But in her chest her heart was still beating faster than she would have liked. Was this Jason worse than the blue woman?
"You'll have to excuse Mastermind Elizabeth. He can be a little rash when he believes he knows what his father wants doing." The woman turned at the sound of the man's voice she smiled and stepped back a little. Elizabeth's eyes still remained as wide as they had been still staring at the vague shape that was the blue woman.
"Don't let Mystique scare you, your majesty. She wouldn't hurt you unless I told her too- or possibly if you chased her with a burning torch." A man stepped out of the shadows towards the centre of the table in front of her, he had short silver hair and he unlike everyone else she had seen was not wearing the clothes of a gentleman from the 18th century, or that of a lady. She tried to lighten her spirits by imagining him in a dress like the women… but if didn't alleviate any of the fear inside her. Instead it gave her the mental image of a madman in a dress.
"Magneto." She breathed. She remembered her father having a briefing about the man… a maniac who could control metal and wanted to rid the world of "normal" people. She shook a little harder now knowing what kind of people she was in the midst of.
"It's nice to know my reputation precedes me your majesty." He smiled nodding in a curt bow. "But I would prefer it if you would call me the White King while you are in my company."
"White King?" Lizzie said, frightened. "Why? Where the hell am I?"
Magneto smiled, but Lizzie didn't feel any better, the pain was still reverberating in her head for one thing. "You're in the Hellfire club, girl." He said contempt in his voice.
"Hellfire…" she said, wrinkling her brow in thought, it hurt to think but on the edge of her consciousness she remembered the name… "Hellfire? Isn't that the club for rich business people? The one that has a branch in Mayfair?"
His smiled got wider. "The very same."
"The one that offered me membership on my eighteenth birthday? That the palace turned down on the grounds that I don't take gifts from private clubs?"
"Yes," he hesitated before continuing "It would have been a lot easier if you had taken the membership of course. We wouldn't have had to make at raid on the palace, organise the attack at the club, got an operative into dear old Charles' school…" He glanced over to Fear who smirked back. "You would have just walked into our hands- no need for violence at all."
Lizzie looked him in the eye- she had just enough courage to do that. "You really want me don't you?"
"Why Elizabeth, you're the most important thing to us. You see the Hellfire club isn't just a group of men and women trying to get ahead in business. This isn't just a club of connections anymore. This club stated centuries ago with only one goal in mind…"
"I'm guessing it wasn't to conserve the population of fluffy animals." Lizzie spoke up, as serious as hell. However Magneto sniggered, Lizzie kept her stony face.
"Ahhh Miss Windsor. Fear said that you had a rebellious nature, but you would be well advised to SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Lizzie felt someone grab her hair at the back and force her head down before releasing it sharply. Her skull didn't come into contact with the floor, but her neck ached the force with which the act had been performed. They were asserting their power over her and Lizzie knew that the fear she had would do her no good. If ever there was a moment to hide her emotions then now was it.
Be strong… a voice that sounded like a curious mix of three men echoed in her head… her father, Kurt and Logan. They wanted her to come through this, but Lizzie wasn't sure if she'd have a chance.
Slowly she lifted her head again, her dirt matted hair falling in front of her face, into her eye line.
Then she saw the man who had pushed her head, he stood like a behemoth above her, oh how she wanted the fear to come back to the pit of her stomach before she did something she regretted.
He had the eyes of a wolf, and looked as lethargic as the man, Jason, had been. He was obviously under the control of someone- her best guess was the blue mutant again.
He brought his hands out in front of him… instead of fingers he had talons, five clawed talons that he was flexing with glee. He leaned forward imposingly; again the breath caught in her throat, and stroked her chin with his claw…
"Beautiful…" he groaned, his voice somewhere between the roar of a wolf and the caw of an eagle. The talon was sharp against her skin, but it was his eyes not the razor like claws attached to his fingertips that freaked her out the most, even though she was aware he could rip through her body with his claws like she was raw meat.
"Friedrich, we need her in one piece." The woman on the couch called, her voice still wavering.
The monster turned and started to walk back to the woman, Lizzie suddenly realised that he was wearing the remnants of the 18th century costume too, but only remnants… the costume was ripped and torn pieces were missing almost as though his huge muscles had burst through from underneath whilst wearing it.
"Please forgive Mr Von Roehm. He's still coming to terms with his change in appearance."
So she was right… they had just burst out. The mutant was now sitting beside the woman in whites couch and was licking her hand, like a devoted dog.
Now Lizzie was back to being afraid. "What do you want with me?" During her experience with the beast that was von Roehm Magneto had come around the edge of the desk, now he walked from behind her back into her view then halted.
"You homo sapiens are always so concerned for your lives…" He moaned leaning down closer to her. A bubble burst in her gut, he didn't know she was one of them! That gave her some kind of power at least, that gave her an ace up her sleeve… or did it put her in more danger?
"Now where was I… oh yes. The Hellfire's inner sanctum your majesty have always been more concerned with other deals than with making money, you see we have another more urgent matter to deal with. You see…" He leaned in even closer, as if to impart some great secret, "We're going to take over the world." He smiled. "And you're going to help us!"
She scoffed. "How am I going to do that?"
"Simple… at some point those little defences you've set up in your brain… they'll fall and then we're going to be in control. We could be already, we have the power, but we want you alive." The angry voiced woman emerged from the shadows, but her face was still hidden, she wore a black cape over her gown, a cape with a deep cowl… all Lizzie could identify her with was a few curls of red hair that hung limp against the black.
"Believe me if I could let them fall I would have years ago. They won't fall anytime soon, no matter what you do." Lizzie tried to come across as sure… but she wasn't, and she thought that they picked that up, although they didn't show it.
"I'm sure we'll find a way." Lizzie could tell the look on her face even through the darkness… the woman was smiling at the thought of what would happen to break her, to allow them into her mind.
"Take her back to the cell." The woman turned on her heal clicking her fingers.
Magneto however didn't move from in front of her. Again he leaned forward grabbing her chin with his hand angling his face so hers and his met. He looked over it for a second…
"Von Roehm was right," he whispered, "You are beautiful." She shook her head forcibly. He let go of his grasp quickly and stood, looking angrily down at her.
"If you were a mutant, you'd be perfect. But your not- you're filth."
She felt arms around hers again as she was hauled to her feet by Von Rhom and the man Emmanuel. They dragged her just as roughly as they had bringing her to the room out and into the hall.
Not much went through Lizzie's head… except the fact that she'd managed, at least for the moment to conceal that which Magneto wanted. She'd again hidden the fact she was a mutant.
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