Title: The Master and the Mistress
Author: Viral
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"Sabretooth, Toad, Quicksilver, and Pyro will attack the Friend's of Humanity headquarters in New York," Magneto said as he elegantly showed his plans to the members of the Brotherhood sitting at the round metal table. On a vertical screen he was directing magnetic tablets around, showing them the plan visually as he explained everything to them. "Wanda and I will head to Washington D.C. ahead of time and make sure the President understands we mean business," Magneto said, glaring to Sabretooth who was sniffing the air tentatively.
"What is it?" Magneto frowned looking towards the open doorway as he questioned Sabretooth.
The air suddenly shifted in a different direction, although no one noticed, and Sabretooth lost the scent, "Nothing."
"If the President will not meet our demands to shut down the Friends of Humanity, we'll take matters into our own hands and get rid of him," Magneto said, putting his palms down on the table. "Permanently."
"Just what we need, oh Master of Magnetism: another Civil War," Storm said sarcastically as she entered the room. Immediately the entire Brotherhood went on the defensive, standing from their seats and ready to charge on order. "No need to be alarmed," Storm said as she casually walked into the room, her eyes slowing looking at each member of the Brotherhood.
"Stand down," Magneto ordered the Brotherhood, and each member cautiously took a seat.
"Magnus," Storm said, taking a seat at the table as if she felt extremely welcomed and comfortable there. "I find it highly unlikely that your plan will succeed. Charles will send the best he has to offer to stop you in D.C. and will send the remnant to fight your accomplices in New York."
"So what do you suggest?" Magneto asked, squinting his eyes.
"I will go with you," Storm said with a nonchalant look on her face but a very convincing tone in her voice. "I know the strategies Xavier will use and how to stop them. The only thing I ask is that if push comes to shove, you must not take the life of the president."
"I have to what must be done, Ororo!" Magneto shouted, banging his fist on the table.
"Yeah, mate, don't come in trying ta change the Brotherhood around," Pyro said in his Australian accent, chuckling as he looked to Ororo.
"I agree, father," Wanda said as she spoke up, running her fingers through her hair. "What will we accomplish by killing him except a bunch of angry humans on our backs. We can threaten his family, his friends, his country without getting such a violent reaction from the rest of the nation."
"You're suggesting blackmail?" Magneto asked, crossing his arms.
"That is one way to put it," Ororo said, studying her fingernails and tossing small lightning bolts from one finger to the next in a bored motion.
"It'll be nice to add another woman to the team," Wanda smiled. "Eventually our brains will overwhelm the men's stupidity."
"Every man experiments with woman's underwear at least once!" Toad said, protecting himself.
"Speak for yerself, Morty," Pyro said. Quicksilver, Toad, Pyro, and Sabretooth ensued in the argument as Magneto let out a frustrated sigh.
This all brought a smile to Ororo's lips as Wanda shook her head, "See. My point exactly."
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Erik and Ororo stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean waves as they crashed against the rocky shore. Erik stood behind Ororo, his arms wrapped around her as the scent of her conditioned hair permeated his nostrils every time the wind blew pass his face. Ororo found herself in complete comfort as she closed her eyes and rested her head against his shoulder. He rubbed his shaved face against her white hair, finding comfort in the textured thickness.
"Never in my dreams would I have imagined I would be here with you," Ororo said in the silence. "It is odd how fate always seems to twist things and to ignore logic."
"Is it really that odd?" Magneto asked as he kissed her cheek, his dry lips leaving a ticklish feeling on Ororo's face.
"I suppose not," Ororo said as she opened her eyes and turned to face him. "I always thought I was on the right side, but I have been working with Charles for years and nothing has changed--," she explained but was cut off.
"Let's not worry about Charles right now," Erik said, drawing closer to Ororo. "Let's think about us." In a spur of romanticism Erik closed his eyes and pulled Ororo's body closer to him as he tilted his head downward. She instinctively closed her eyes and stood on her toes, tilting her head up and slightly to the side. The wind picked up as the sun completely set under the ocean's horizon. Ororo stopped breathing all together as her lips met with Erik's and they passionately played with each other's mouths. For that moment there was nothing on Ororo's mind except for Erik. He gently squeezed her back as he wrapped his muscular arms entirely around her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hair swinging in every direction the wind pulled it. A sudden glare of light from the moon's reflection on the water caused the two to open their eyes as they slowly parted.
"Ororo, I don't know how to say this," he sighed, looking away from her and onto the dark water. Before he continued he turned back to make eye contact with her. His blue-gray eyes became lost in the sky-colored iris' that watched him. He studied the flawlessness of her golden brown skin and the exotic color of her silvery-white hair that swung with the wind and gave off a tint of blue radiance from the moon's light. "Ororo... I think I'm falling in love with you."
Ororo's jaw dropped and her eyebrows went upward in complete surprise. For a moment she stood speechless and breathless, but regained her composure. "Erik... you said love." He nodded as he noted the joy in her eyes despite her surprised countenance. "Falling in love with you," Ororo whispered, breathless, as the two found themselves in another long kiss under the stars.
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Ororo pulled out her journal as she sat in a window seat in the mansion's library. She was back at the Xavier's School for the Gifted. The Brotherhood had agreed that it would best if she went back to the mansion for the night, as to not arouse suspicion for the activities that would be taking place the next day. Curled up like a cat, she continued to neatly write with a black ink ballpoint pen.
Who would have ever expected such a phrase could be uttered from the mouth of the 'Wanted: Mutant Terrorist, Magneto'? Certainly, not I. I was aghast when he said those words. 'I think I am falling love with you,' – I will never forget that phrase, or the look in his compelling eyes when he said it. Imagine... love. It has been so long since I have felt such an emotion that I do not know what to do with myself. Am I in love?
Tomorrow will be an interesting day. When I returned home from my visit at Magneto's, I was met with a smile coming from Wolverine. A smile on the face of Logan: that is quite a frightening event. I later discovered his gruesome smile was there because he had found out about my contention with Scott and the not-so good outcome for the 'leader of the X-Men'. In the words of Jean, "I think Scott deserved it; he is a real male chauvinist at times." Still, I had not expected such a nice reaction from Jean.
I believe I will finish off my night by viewing an episode of the Weakest Link and enjoying the last few pages of a murder mystery written by Mary Higgins Clark. I believe I know who the killer is, but with her books there is no figuring these things out. Goodnight.
Ororo closed her journal and put it under her body as she opened to her book marked page of the murder mystery. After glancing around the slightly noisy library, filled with students who had a science report for Beast's Anatomy class in two days, she indulged herself with the pages of the book and the suspense that it brought.
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