Chapter 8
Arriving at the boarding house Gambit carefully cut the motor so it wouldn't be heard inside; looking at the other two in the car he held a whispered conversation with them, "How are we going to do this? I mean we can't just barge in there, Magneto would kick our asses from here to Shangri La."
Mystique rolled her eyes at the description, not disputing it however, "There is the large bay window in the front, we can see what is going on through it if we are careful."
Pyro jumped in, "Oh yeah they'll be in the front room where anybody could wander up and watch them, Good God woman, Magneto's not a complete idiot!"
Gambit broke in before the shapeshifter could do serious harm to the flame throwing mutant, "No, but he is arrogant as hell, and if their not in the front room then we can go from there, but we should go and see instead of just sitting here like dumbasses arguing!"
This effectively shut up the others as they climbed out of the SUV, heading towards the large front room window. They could hear the angry murmur of a voice and the harsh sound of flesh meeting flesh as someone crashed to the floor shaking the whole house.
The three merely looked at each other and moved a little more quickly towards the window, once they reached it they looked in and saw Lance crumpled on the floor and Magneto towering over him one hand raised in the air.
Magneto was dressed in black slacks and a black button down shirt with a new design of mind blocker that was simply situated off to one side. All and all he looked very dark and foreboding.
They watched as Lance quickly climbed to his knees kneeling with his head tilted down, eyes staring at the ground as a red bruise mark in the shape of a hand started to form on his cheek.
They could hear the words now that they were close enough and it startled them, even when Magneto was pissed at them his voice never sounded like this, "Failure is not acceptable, do you think I would let you get away with this pathetic attempt, answer me Rocky!"
Lance's whispered words could barely be heard as he spoke submissively, "I am sorry my lord I tried, they would not let me stay, the others drag....."
Magneto cut off his words with a gesture, it looked almost like Lance was choking, trying to draw in breath; he clawed at his throat drawing the assembled party's attention to the collar that was revealed. He was indeed choking, his breathing cut off by the tightening of the metal band around his neck.
The band was suddenly loosened and Lance drew great gulping breaths; red scratch marks appearing around the collar where he had clawed at it. "I do not care what the others did Rocky, you failed and you know that I do not take kindly to failures, take off your shirt; you will not fail me again."
At this point the three mutants watching the spectacle where all in varying degrees of shock and anger which was immediately knocked up several notches as Lance removed his shirt revealing a back covered in slashes, scratches, and scars.
Some were obviously years old from when he was young but the majority of them were still in the process of healing, knitting the skin back together into a web of scars.
Lance laid down on the floor on his stomach a piece of metal flying out of the kitchen wrapping around his wrists and pinning his hands to the floor. Waving his hand Magneto took a small piece of metal and stretched it out into a long thin pliable piece, much like a whip.
He brought it crashing down on Lance's back leaving a dark blood filled welt to form, just barely to the point of not drawing blood. Magneto did this over and over until Lance's back was covered in the dark welts and soft pathetic whimpers could be heard coming from his mouth.
Releasing his hands from the floor but keeping them bound together Magneto stepped back and watched Lance shakily rise to a kneeling position, tears silently falling down his face.
Outside Mystique barely grabbed a hold of the two Acolytes before they rushed headlong into the boarding house, "There is nothing we can do right now you idiots, Magneto has the power in this situation, he knows all the metal in the place, and in case you forgot you are both wearing some."
A very dark scowl came over Mystique's face as she hauled the two back, "Don't worry, Magneto will get what is coming to him, for now we just have to find out what else is going on and then figure out what the hell to do about it."
They watched as Magneto slowly walked around Lance fingering the welts his back and feeling the shudder that ran through his body as he did. Walking back to the front he tilted Lance's chin up seeing the broken expression on his face, "Beautiful; you know that Sabertooth has just been begging for you, perhaps you should pay him a visit for this recent failure."
A panicked and anxious look came across the young mutants face as he pleaded, "Please my lord, anything but that, I am so sorry for my failure, I am nothing without you, please......." Magneto stopped Lance's pleas by holding his hand up, drawing a finger down his cheek he spoke, "Perhaps I will forget your punishment with Sabertooth if you do something with that pretty mouth besides beg, you are oh so good at it."
Lance's eyes seemed to lower as a crimson red blush stained his cheeks, Magneto chuckled darkly, "Even after all this time, you still blush like a new virgin Rocky, it is highly......entertaining. Come show me what you have learned with that tongue of yours and I might save you from Sabertooth."
The three outside the window were almost stunned into catatonia when they heard Lance's response as drew up in front of Magneto, on his knees, his captured hands coming to rest on the waistband of Magneto's pants; "Thank you my lord, you are most kind. I do not deserve your generosity, I am for you to use as you see fit."
Magneto, Pyro, and Gambit knew what was coming and they could not force themselves to watch the degradation. Turning away from the window all they could hear was the low groaning of Magneto as he enjoyed Lance, and the one word from him as he wrapped his hands in Lance's hair and finished, "Swallow." , Looking back in the window they watched as Magneto almost tenderly stroked Lance's hair and Lance nearly purred leaning into the affection. Grasping his hair in his hands Magneto forced Lance to stand coming behind the young mutant pulled him against his body, whispering in his ear, "Upstairs, now, your punishment is not over."
Lance slowly nodded walking submissively up the stairs towards his room with Magneto following right behind him, they watched as they reached the room; Lance slowly unlocking it and Magneto slamming it shut behind them after they entered.
Not really wanting to consider what was going on in the room the three retreated to the SUV, silently they climbed in and Mystique proceeded to drive them to a more quiet section of the city where they could discuss what just happened.
Pyro and Gambit sat with expressions of pure anger and shock on their faces, Pyro was the first to break the silence, "That bloody bastard! What is the kid, 17?"
Gambit cut in equally as angry, "He's no better then a swamp toad! From the sounds of it and the state of those wounds this is not a new occurrence, how long has this crap been going on?!"
The two mutants sank into a brooding silence each considering the questions that had just been laid out before them, Gambit sighed and spoke again his anger evaporating to the point that he just sounded downright tired; "So, what are we going to do, we cannot just leave this alone, Mystique?"
Mystique had a dark expression on her face, she sighed and spoke, "There really is only one person who can help, but it means going to them and asking for help, he really is the only person powerful enough to stand up to Magneto if it comes to that."
Looking at where they were Gambit and Pyro came to the realization of who Mystique was talking about at the same time; they were currently parked outside The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youth.
Arriving at the boarding house Gambit carefully cut the motor so it wouldn't be heard inside; looking at the other two in the car he held a whispered conversation with them, "How are we going to do this? I mean we can't just barge in there, Magneto would kick our asses from here to Shangri La."
Mystique rolled her eyes at the description, not disputing it however, "There is the large bay window in the front, we can see what is going on through it if we are careful."
Pyro jumped in, "Oh yeah they'll be in the front room where anybody could wander up and watch them, Good God woman, Magneto's not a complete idiot!"
Gambit broke in before the shapeshifter could do serious harm to the flame throwing mutant, "No, but he is arrogant as hell, and if their not in the front room then we can go from there, but we should go and see instead of just sitting here like dumbasses arguing!"
This effectively shut up the others as they climbed out of the SUV, heading towards the large front room window. They could hear the angry murmur of a voice and the harsh sound of flesh meeting flesh as someone crashed to the floor shaking the whole house.
The three merely looked at each other and moved a little more quickly towards the window, once they reached it they looked in and saw Lance crumpled on the floor and Magneto towering over him one hand raised in the air.
Magneto was dressed in black slacks and a black button down shirt with a new design of mind blocker that was simply situated off to one side. All and all he looked very dark and foreboding.
They watched as Lance quickly climbed to his knees kneeling with his head tilted down, eyes staring at the ground as a red bruise mark in the shape of a hand started to form on his cheek.
They could hear the words now that they were close enough and it startled them, even when Magneto was pissed at them his voice never sounded like this, "Failure is not acceptable, do you think I would let you get away with this pathetic attempt, answer me Rocky!"
Lance's whispered words could barely be heard as he spoke submissively, "I am sorry my lord I tried, they would not let me stay, the others drag....."
Magneto cut off his words with a gesture, it looked almost like Lance was choking, trying to draw in breath; he clawed at his throat drawing the assembled party's attention to the collar that was revealed. He was indeed choking, his breathing cut off by the tightening of the metal band around his neck.
The band was suddenly loosened and Lance drew great gulping breaths; red scratch marks appearing around the collar where he had clawed at it. "I do not care what the others did Rocky, you failed and you know that I do not take kindly to failures, take off your shirt; you will not fail me again."
At this point the three mutants watching the spectacle where all in varying degrees of shock and anger which was immediately knocked up several notches as Lance removed his shirt revealing a back covered in slashes, scratches, and scars.
Some were obviously years old from when he was young but the majority of them were still in the process of healing, knitting the skin back together into a web of scars.
Lance laid down on the floor on his stomach a piece of metal flying out of the kitchen wrapping around his wrists and pinning his hands to the floor. Waving his hand Magneto took a small piece of metal and stretched it out into a long thin pliable piece, much like a whip.
He brought it crashing down on Lance's back leaving a dark blood filled welt to form, just barely to the point of not drawing blood. Magneto did this over and over until Lance's back was covered in the dark welts and soft pathetic whimpers could be heard coming from his mouth.
Releasing his hands from the floor but keeping them bound together Magneto stepped back and watched Lance shakily rise to a kneeling position, tears silently falling down his face.
Outside Mystique barely grabbed a hold of the two Acolytes before they rushed headlong into the boarding house, "There is nothing we can do right now you idiots, Magneto has the power in this situation, he knows all the metal in the place, and in case you forgot you are both wearing some."
A very dark scowl came over Mystique's face as she hauled the two back, "Don't worry, Magneto will get what is coming to him, for now we just have to find out what else is going on and then figure out what the hell to do about it."
They watched as Magneto slowly walked around Lance fingering the welts his back and feeling the shudder that ran through his body as he did. Walking back to the front he tilted Lance's chin up seeing the broken expression on his face, "Beautiful; you know that Sabertooth has just been begging for you, perhaps you should pay him a visit for this recent failure."
A panicked and anxious look came across the young mutants face as he pleaded, "Please my lord, anything but that, I am so sorry for my failure, I am nothing without you, please......." Magneto stopped Lance's pleas by holding his hand up, drawing a finger down his cheek he spoke, "Perhaps I will forget your punishment with Sabertooth if you do something with that pretty mouth besides beg, you are oh so good at it."
Lance's eyes seemed to lower as a crimson red blush stained his cheeks, Magneto chuckled darkly, "Even after all this time, you still blush like a new virgin Rocky, it is highly......entertaining. Come show me what you have learned with that tongue of yours and I might save you from Sabertooth."
The three outside the window were almost stunned into catatonia when they heard Lance's response as drew up in front of Magneto, on his knees, his captured hands coming to rest on the waistband of Magneto's pants; "Thank you my lord, you are most kind. I do not deserve your generosity, I am for you to use as you see fit."
Magneto, Pyro, and Gambit knew what was coming and they could not force themselves to watch the degradation. Turning away from the window all they could hear was the low groaning of Magneto as he enjoyed Lance, and the one word from him as he wrapped his hands in Lance's hair and finished, "Swallow." , Looking back in the window they watched as Magneto almost tenderly stroked Lance's hair and Lance nearly purred leaning into the affection. Grasping his hair in his hands Magneto forced Lance to stand coming behind the young mutant pulled him against his body, whispering in his ear, "Upstairs, now, your punishment is not over."
Lance slowly nodded walking submissively up the stairs towards his room with Magneto following right behind him, they watched as they reached the room; Lance slowly unlocking it and Magneto slamming it shut behind them after they entered.
Not really wanting to consider what was going on in the room the three retreated to the SUV, silently they climbed in and Mystique proceeded to drive them to a more quiet section of the city where they could discuss what just happened.
Pyro and Gambit sat with expressions of pure anger and shock on their faces, Pyro was the first to break the silence, "That bloody bastard! What is the kid, 17?"
Gambit cut in equally as angry, "He's no better then a swamp toad! From the sounds of it and the state of those wounds this is not a new occurrence, how long has this crap been going on?!"
The two mutants sank into a brooding silence each considering the questions that had just been laid out before them, Gambit sighed and spoke again his anger evaporating to the point that he just sounded downright tired; "So, what are we going to do, we cannot just leave this alone, Mystique?"
Mystique had a dark expression on her face, she sighed and spoke, "There really is only one person who can help, but it means going to them and asking for help, he really is the only person powerful enough to stand up to Magneto if it comes to that."
Looking at where they were Gambit and Pyro came to the realization of who Mystique was talking about at the same time; they were currently parked outside The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youth.