Chap. 6
In the backseat Lance swallowed as he felt a large hand tracing patterns on his leg pressing with sharp claws, but not quite cutting.
He closed his eyes, he couldn't move or make a sound or the others might notice something going on, and his lord would not be happy if he let his secret slip. The hand became more insistent trailing over the upper thigh, back down to the knee, claws scraping the fabric, a millimeter away from ripping the cloth.
Lance looked over at Sabertooth, knowing his lord would punish him if any of the others found out; that meant that Sabertooth had to stop. Turning his pleading eyes to the feral mutant he was met by harsh eyes filled with a need that could not be had, at least at the moment.
Sabertooth removed his hand from Lance's leg a smirk that promised more fun later crossing his lips as he turned to the window. Lance shuddered and noticed that the two other Acolytes and Mystique seemed to be having a rather intense conversation; he couldn't hear what they were talking about but it was probably about the mission.
Lance leaned against the side of the SUV resting his eyes; he couldn't afford to let the others find out what was going on, his lord had confirmed that the other two acolytes would simply want to participate and Mystique would be disgusted with his weakness.
Much was the case with the X-men, Lord Magneto's voice rang in his head, "Do you really think they would want one like you for anything other then release? You are nothing without me, though I am sure that Wolverine might enjoy taking over where Sabertooth left off, but I will keep you."
Lance shivered, he was glad his lord protected him and explained the truth of the others to him or he would be lost. He remembered thanking his lord for protecting him, he was lucky to have such a forgiving lord and master. His lord's word was law so what he said must be true; Lance's mind embraced that as his mantra, believing everything he was fed by Magneto.
Lance brushed a hand over the neck of his shirt, feeling the metal below it, in a way it was almost a comfort, always present and never changing. A small sigh escaped his lips as he leaned his had againt the glass and closed his eyes' trying to shut out reality around him.
After a short while Lance was jolted back to reality when the SUV came to an abrupt halt in front of a large warehouse. Mystique shut of the engine and swiveled in the seat to face the others in the car; "This is where we are meeting Magneto to get the details for the mission."
The others all nodded and climbed from their transportation walking towards the large metal doors that seemed to swing open of their own accord. Magneto stood behind them his ice blue eyes looking out from underneath the helmet, seeming to burn his assembled party with their coldness. He gave a curt nod to Gambit and Mystique as he addressed them, "I am pleased that you are here on time, I assume you have given them only the brief details that I gave you?"
A double nod from Gambit and Mystique was his only answer as he continued speaking, "Excellent, there is a large meeting tonight of assorted groups of mutant registration, and destruction groups. I want you to break it up, show the humans our power and make them fear it, the war is coming and we have to make the first strike. I expect to hear excellent news from you in a few hours, I will provide transportation, and Mystique will pilot, since she will arouse no suspicion as she lands."
Finishing this speech Magneto turned and gestured, a small plane just the right size to fit the six passengers and one pilot. Mystique morphed herself into a male pilot, a stereotypical one right down to the blonde crew cut and blue eyes, an all American male.
She climbed into the cockpit and gestured for the others to hop into the back of the small plane, Lance was the last one to get on and he was held back for mere seconds as Magneto whispered in his ear, "You know the price of failure." A quick nod and Lance was settled and ready to take off to complete a mission and please his lord.
In the backseat Lance swallowed as he felt a large hand tracing patterns on his leg pressing with sharp claws, but not quite cutting.
He closed his eyes, he couldn't move or make a sound or the others might notice something going on, and his lord would not be happy if he let his secret slip. The hand became more insistent trailing over the upper thigh, back down to the knee, claws scraping the fabric, a millimeter away from ripping the cloth.
Lance looked over at Sabertooth, knowing his lord would punish him if any of the others found out; that meant that Sabertooth had to stop. Turning his pleading eyes to the feral mutant he was met by harsh eyes filled with a need that could not be had, at least at the moment.
Sabertooth removed his hand from Lance's leg a smirk that promised more fun later crossing his lips as he turned to the window. Lance shuddered and noticed that the two other Acolytes and Mystique seemed to be having a rather intense conversation; he couldn't hear what they were talking about but it was probably about the mission.
Lance leaned against the side of the SUV resting his eyes; he couldn't afford to let the others find out what was going on, his lord had confirmed that the other two acolytes would simply want to participate and Mystique would be disgusted with his weakness.
Much was the case with the X-men, Lord Magneto's voice rang in his head, "Do you really think they would want one like you for anything other then release? You are nothing without me, though I am sure that Wolverine might enjoy taking over where Sabertooth left off, but I will keep you."
Lance shivered, he was glad his lord protected him and explained the truth of the others to him or he would be lost. He remembered thanking his lord for protecting him, he was lucky to have such a forgiving lord and master. His lord's word was law so what he said must be true; Lance's mind embraced that as his mantra, believing everything he was fed by Magneto.
Lance brushed a hand over the neck of his shirt, feeling the metal below it, in a way it was almost a comfort, always present and never changing. A small sigh escaped his lips as he leaned his had againt the glass and closed his eyes' trying to shut out reality around him.
After a short while Lance was jolted back to reality when the SUV came to an abrupt halt in front of a large warehouse. Mystique shut of the engine and swiveled in the seat to face the others in the car; "This is where we are meeting Magneto to get the details for the mission."
The others all nodded and climbed from their transportation walking towards the large metal doors that seemed to swing open of their own accord. Magneto stood behind them his ice blue eyes looking out from underneath the helmet, seeming to burn his assembled party with their coldness. He gave a curt nod to Gambit and Mystique as he addressed them, "I am pleased that you are here on time, I assume you have given them only the brief details that I gave you?"
A double nod from Gambit and Mystique was his only answer as he continued speaking, "Excellent, there is a large meeting tonight of assorted groups of mutant registration, and destruction groups. I want you to break it up, show the humans our power and make them fear it, the war is coming and we have to make the first strike. I expect to hear excellent news from you in a few hours, I will provide transportation, and Mystique will pilot, since she will arouse no suspicion as she lands."
Finishing this speech Magneto turned and gestured, a small plane just the right size to fit the six passengers and one pilot. Mystique morphed herself into a male pilot, a stereotypical one right down to the blonde crew cut and blue eyes, an all American male.
She climbed into the cockpit and gestured for the others to hop into the back of the small plane, Lance was the last one to get on and he was held back for mere seconds as Magneto whispered in his ear, "You know the price of failure." A quick nod and Lance was settled and ready to take off to complete a mission and please his lord.