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Chapter Thirteen-The Gray, the Black, and the Green
"Welcome Rogue, welcome to your destiny."
A soft velvet voice caressed her pain-fogged mind. In the dizzy haze of one woken from a long sleep, Ty raised her head, milk white bangs falling over her grayed purple eyes. She struggled to sit up, but her hands, bound tightly behind her, blossomed in sharp pain. Forcing her to remain on bended knees, with her face ground into the icy floor. "Where am Ah?" She growled.
"Now now." Smiled the gentle voice. "There's no need for anger. It mars your pretty face." A hand, gloved in black leather, cupped her chin. Caressing it lightly between thumb and forefinger. "And you know how I love your pretty face."
Jerking away as if stung, Ty glared at her captor. Eyes still blurry, the shadowy figure swung in her sight, but the voice was vaguely familiar. Very familiar. "Who are yah?" She hissed, voice grinding between her teeth. Wriggling backwards.
"Come my love." He laughed, stroking her cheek with a gloved finger. The sound echoed hollowly in the chamber, with a ghostly ring. "You could not have forgotten so easily." Kneeling, he tipped up her chin, so she gazed into his black sunglass hooded eyes. Hair once grimy and wild was smoothed tightly across his skull. A tight smile pasted across pale skin. Dressed in the manner of a goth, covered in the darkest shade of black, his leather shoes clacking on the hard surface. He carried a burning strength about him, an electric sting. A powerful man, he was not bulky and he was not broad, rather, he was thin and well constructed. Long arms and large hands added to his powerful frame, with legs of a young thin tree. A thin scar ran across his left cheek and over the bridge of his nose, his visage was devoid of color. Instead, a grayish tinge clung to his tight-lipped mouth, forehead, and to the inherent structure of his face. His eyebrows were of mechanical perfection, offsetting what would be a handsome well-formed face. Rather, they gave him a higher sternness that can only be found in artificial intelligence. His nose was sharp and straight, but it was not the defining feature of his countenance, instead what drew the eye, was the hooded shadows beneath his brow, and the sports sunglasses that covered his. He smiled, patting her pale cheek. "You will."
"Ah don't know yah!" Ty snarled, struggling against the shackles binding her wrists. Tingles ran through her legs, and the blood drained from her feet, she grew uncomfortable. "If Ah dahd, yah wouldn't have ta capture meh."
Ignoring the angry statements, he stood. "Ah, my love, anger does not suit you. You are a flower among the weeds of this planet, and a sun among the stars. Firey and proud. But you have never been quick to anger, and prefer to judge in a cold calculating fashion." The same smile fixed upon his face, he wandered beneath the domed ceiling. "You are a lady of ice." Glancing back, he met her eyes. "Am I right?"
"Yah obviously don't know meh well." Ty muttered.
He chuckled. Turning, head bowed, hand outstretched over the floor, a swirling cobalt vortex appeared under his hand. "Oh but I do, my love, I do." He whispered. Clenching his hand, he flung it up, and drew from the vortex a molten black chair. He settled himself comfortably between its arms, after the vortex vanished. Spreading his black trench about himself, and resting his chin upon a gloved fist, he smiled. "I do."
Turning her head, she tried for a better view of her captor. "Ahs this how yah treaht all thah girls, or am Ah just special?"
"Is the beautiful Rogue complaining?" He asked, his voice the picture of shocked dismay. "Oh my dear, are you uncomfortable."
Ty stared. 'Who ahs this idiot?' She wondered, racking her memory. But she couldn't recall an image or a memory of this man. There was no recollection in her mind, and already she'd begun to plot her escape. 'Patience.' She reminded herself. She didn't know anything about this man, if he was a mutant or human, or something else. As Kat liked to say, she must wait for the opportune moment. But unlike Rogue and Kat, Ty had never been good at waiting. Only suffering in silence. ~~~~
"Like what happened?" Kat wondered, pushing herself up into a sitting position. Groggily resting her head in callused hands, she rubbed her forehead. "The last thing I like remember was like Logan and Scott." Looking up and glancing around, she found herself perched precariously on the edge of a shaky stairwell. "Okay, like what the hell is going on!" She yelled, it was usually Ty's bit to be filled with a blinding rage, but Kat felt her cold perception and cool logic slipping. She needed to find Ty.
The ground rolled beneath her feet, moaning like a woman in labor. The wind shrieked through the cracks, and familiar hated voices splintered her eardrums. Ty would have to wait. First, the intruders needed to be dealt with.
"Is that you Kitty?" ~~~~ Licking his lips, the man sighed. "That just won't do."
In her new upright position, Ty's view of the strange man had improved, but he was still just a stranger. With her hands bound to the stone arms of the chair, she hadn't a fool's hope of escape. All she could do was glare, and search her brain for ways to stall. "What won't?"
"The way you look at me my love."
"Ah'm afraid it ain't possible ta look at yah any other way." The air sizzled with her words. "Why don't yah tell meh what yah want."
Opening his hands, an innocent expression molded his features. "Haven't you figured it out?" He questioned softly. "Haven't you remembered yet?" Venom dripped off each syllable, as words hissed from his snake-like mouth. "You always were the sharp one.much sharper and more wary than your counterpart.it took you longer to trust me. In those days, those dark days, there was none wiser. Except me, perhaps." He smiled again. "Yet you say you don't know me. How could you not my love?"
Blood trickled, rose red, down brow across her white skin. A bubbling snarl rose in her mouth, curling her lip, she spat. "Ah don't know ah mutant with your abilities! Ah don't know yah! And Ah do not know why Ah'm here!"
He rose, strode across the gray expanse separating them, and drove his hand into her jaw. Her head snapped sideways, and red liquid ran from the corner of her mouth. "We planned it!" He screamed. "You lying bitch!" Pounding his fist into her turned face. "We planned it all." Several strands of hair limply fell over his bleached forehead. "You will remember." He hissed into her ear. "Even if I must whip those memories out of you." Slowly he stood, smoothing back his hair. "You will help me." With a wave of his hand he banished her back into darkness. The last words accompanying her were his. "Even if insanity must take you there." ~~~~
Pietro stood, his fingers caressing the creases of the faded picture, gazing at the members of the former Brotherhood. 'These boys.no, these men.' He corrected himself thoughtfully. 'They are what Mystique wished for in the days we fought Xavier.' But he could not understand or take part in the battle. Not even for old times sake.
"You will not help us?" Avalanche questioned, his eyes burning into Pietro's. "No." He answered calmly. "Why are you planning on attacking those girls? What are they to you?" "They have something I want." Avalanche snarled back, his handsome face contorted viciously into a writhing mass of hatred. "They have something I need." Pietro laughed, a hardened bitter edge clung to it. "You're sure this has nothing to do with Kat Pryde?" He asked. "What would it matter if it did?" "Then I can't help you, and I won't."
Senseless violence.where it once excited him.disgusted him. As a veteran of the War, he'd seen enough pointless violence to satisfy him. The sight of both mutants and humans gallantly offering their lives for the same and yet different dreams soured his views of mutant superiority. The chaos and fear still haunted his nights, as the face of Kat Pryde so often did. Pietro watched them vanish into the tall skyscraper, as four-foot chunks of cement and asphalt sprayed into the air, as the ground rolled in contractions, and as the air shrieked. He listened to the screams, and the earth's moans. And felt no compassion towards the men inside. None at all.
~~~~
Kat gazed into familiar dark eyes. "Logan." She nodded. "What's like going on?"
"Far as I can figure?" Logan shrugged, chuckling throatily, his voice grating like gravel. "Our old friends, The Brotherhood are making a bid for this place." He leaned casually against the wall. "Scott's at the bottom." He nodded downwards. "Do they try this often?"
With a sigh, Kat pushed herself to shaky feet. "Mostly." Dusting off her bum, she asked. "How many?"
"Three." He laughed softly. "Nothing we can't handle."
'Nothing we can't handle.'
Loathing filled her voice, for a moment she'd forgotten. "I can like handle this on my own Logan, I don't need you."
"No." He smiled gruffly. "But we need you."
"Fine, we'll do this for old times sake."
"For old times sake."
Chapter Thirteen-The Gray, the Black, and the Green
"Welcome Rogue, welcome to your destiny."
A soft velvet voice caressed her pain-fogged mind. In the dizzy haze of one woken from a long sleep, Ty raised her head, milk white bangs falling over her grayed purple eyes. She struggled to sit up, but her hands, bound tightly behind her, blossomed in sharp pain. Forcing her to remain on bended knees, with her face ground into the icy floor. "Where am Ah?" She growled.
"Now now." Smiled the gentle voice. "There's no need for anger. It mars your pretty face." A hand, gloved in black leather, cupped her chin. Caressing it lightly between thumb and forefinger. "And you know how I love your pretty face."
Jerking away as if stung, Ty glared at her captor. Eyes still blurry, the shadowy figure swung in her sight, but the voice was vaguely familiar. Very familiar. "Who are yah?" She hissed, voice grinding between her teeth. Wriggling backwards.
"Come my love." He laughed, stroking her cheek with a gloved finger. The sound echoed hollowly in the chamber, with a ghostly ring. "You could not have forgotten so easily." Kneeling, he tipped up her chin, so she gazed into his black sunglass hooded eyes. Hair once grimy and wild was smoothed tightly across his skull. A tight smile pasted across pale skin. Dressed in the manner of a goth, covered in the darkest shade of black, his leather shoes clacking on the hard surface. He carried a burning strength about him, an electric sting. A powerful man, he was not bulky and he was not broad, rather, he was thin and well constructed. Long arms and large hands added to his powerful frame, with legs of a young thin tree. A thin scar ran across his left cheek and over the bridge of his nose, his visage was devoid of color. Instead, a grayish tinge clung to his tight-lipped mouth, forehead, and to the inherent structure of his face. His eyebrows were of mechanical perfection, offsetting what would be a handsome well-formed face. Rather, they gave him a higher sternness that can only be found in artificial intelligence. His nose was sharp and straight, but it was not the defining feature of his countenance, instead what drew the eye, was the hooded shadows beneath his brow, and the sports sunglasses that covered his. He smiled, patting her pale cheek. "You will."
"Ah don't know yah!" Ty snarled, struggling against the shackles binding her wrists. Tingles ran through her legs, and the blood drained from her feet, she grew uncomfortable. "If Ah dahd, yah wouldn't have ta capture meh."
Ignoring the angry statements, he stood. "Ah, my love, anger does not suit you. You are a flower among the weeds of this planet, and a sun among the stars. Firey and proud. But you have never been quick to anger, and prefer to judge in a cold calculating fashion." The same smile fixed upon his face, he wandered beneath the domed ceiling. "You are a lady of ice." Glancing back, he met her eyes. "Am I right?"
"Yah obviously don't know meh well." Ty muttered.
He chuckled. Turning, head bowed, hand outstretched over the floor, a swirling cobalt vortex appeared under his hand. "Oh but I do, my love, I do." He whispered. Clenching his hand, he flung it up, and drew from the vortex a molten black chair. He settled himself comfortably between its arms, after the vortex vanished. Spreading his black trench about himself, and resting his chin upon a gloved fist, he smiled. "I do."
Turning her head, she tried for a better view of her captor. "Ahs this how yah treaht all thah girls, or am Ah just special?"
"Is the beautiful Rogue complaining?" He asked, his voice the picture of shocked dismay. "Oh my dear, are you uncomfortable."
Ty stared. 'Who ahs this idiot?' She wondered, racking her memory. But she couldn't recall an image or a memory of this man. There was no recollection in her mind, and already she'd begun to plot her escape. 'Patience.' She reminded herself. She didn't know anything about this man, if he was a mutant or human, or something else. As Kat liked to say, she must wait for the opportune moment. But unlike Rogue and Kat, Ty had never been good at waiting. Only suffering in silence. ~~~~
"Like what happened?" Kat wondered, pushing herself up into a sitting position. Groggily resting her head in callused hands, she rubbed her forehead. "The last thing I like remember was like Logan and Scott." Looking up and glancing around, she found herself perched precariously on the edge of a shaky stairwell. "Okay, like what the hell is going on!" She yelled, it was usually Ty's bit to be filled with a blinding rage, but Kat felt her cold perception and cool logic slipping. She needed to find Ty.
The ground rolled beneath her feet, moaning like a woman in labor. The wind shrieked through the cracks, and familiar hated voices splintered her eardrums. Ty would have to wait. First, the intruders needed to be dealt with.
"Is that you Kitty?" ~~~~ Licking his lips, the man sighed. "That just won't do."
In her new upright position, Ty's view of the strange man had improved, but he was still just a stranger. With her hands bound to the stone arms of the chair, she hadn't a fool's hope of escape. All she could do was glare, and search her brain for ways to stall. "What won't?"
"The way you look at me my love."
"Ah'm afraid it ain't possible ta look at yah any other way." The air sizzled with her words. "Why don't yah tell meh what yah want."
Opening his hands, an innocent expression molded his features. "Haven't you figured it out?" He questioned softly. "Haven't you remembered yet?" Venom dripped off each syllable, as words hissed from his snake-like mouth. "You always were the sharp one.much sharper and more wary than your counterpart.it took you longer to trust me. In those days, those dark days, there was none wiser. Except me, perhaps." He smiled again. "Yet you say you don't know me. How could you not my love?"
Blood trickled, rose red, down brow across her white skin. A bubbling snarl rose in her mouth, curling her lip, she spat. "Ah don't know ah mutant with your abilities! Ah don't know yah! And Ah do not know why Ah'm here!"
He rose, strode across the gray expanse separating them, and drove his hand into her jaw. Her head snapped sideways, and red liquid ran from the corner of her mouth. "We planned it!" He screamed. "You lying bitch!" Pounding his fist into her turned face. "We planned it all." Several strands of hair limply fell over his bleached forehead. "You will remember." He hissed into her ear. "Even if I must whip those memories out of you." Slowly he stood, smoothing back his hair. "You will help me." With a wave of his hand he banished her back into darkness. The last words accompanying her were his. "Even if insanity must take you there." ~~~~
Pietro stood, his fingers caressing the creases of the faded picture, gazing at the members of the former Brotherhood. 'These boys.no, these men.' He corrected himself thoughtfully. 'They are what Mystique wished for in the days we fought Xavier.' But he could not understand or take part in the battle. Not even for old times sake.
"You will not help us?" Avalanche questioned, his eyes burning into Pietro's. "No." He answered calmly. "Why are you planning on attacking those girls? What are they to you?" "They have something I want." Avalanche snarled back, his handsome face contorted viciously into a writhing mass of hatred. "They have something I need." Pietro laughed, a hardened bitter edge clung to it. "You're sure this has nothing to do with Kat Pryde?" He asked. "What would it matter if it did?" "Then I can't help you, and I won't."
Senseless violence.where it once excited him.disgusted him. As a veteran of the War, he'd seen enough pointless violence to satisfy him. The sight of both mutants and humans gallantly offering their lives for the same and yet different dreams soured his views of mutant superiority. The chaos and fear still haunted his nights, as the face of Kat Pryde so often did. Pietro watched them vanish into the tall skyscraper, as four-foot chunks of cement and asphalt sprayed into the air, as the ground rolled in contractions, and as the air shrieked. He listened to the screams, and the earth's moans. And felt no compassion towards the men inside. None at all.
~~~~
Kat gazed into familiar dark eyes. "Logan." She nodded. "What's like going on?"
"Far as I can figure?" Logan shrugged, chuckling throatily, his voice grating like gravel. "Our old friends, The Brotherhood are making a bid for this place." He leaned casually against the wall. "Scott's at the bottom." He nodded downwards. "Do they try this often?"
With a sigh, Kat pushed herself to shaky feet. "Mostly." Dusting off her bum, she asked. "How many?"
"Three." He laughed softly. "Nothing we can't handle."
'Nothing we can't handle.'
Loathing filled her voice, for a moment she'd forgotten. "I can like handle this on my own Logan, I don't need you."
"No." He smiled gruffly. "But we need you."
"Fine, we'll do this for old times sake."
"For old times sake."