Chapter 13
When they got back to the base, out of respect, Mimic knew, her brother had not followed them back. He knew where they were anyway, so why return? She retired to the garden, a place that held the possible potential of her day home. She'd just mold a tree around herself, giving a small airhole in a place where the light wouldn't bother her. She had often done the same thing with Lilian during the day, melting inside of her for however long. Lilian didn't mind, she could hold so much on her back that Mimic wasn't anything.
Needless to say, she was not up for much talking for the rest of the morning. Everyone was in their rooms like Jim had instructed, and she retired to the garden where Lilian was already sleeping. Mimic's movements were too soft to wake the great Sheen, the quiet and elegant monster in the corner of the room, lying amongst silver roses and irises. Such a taste for beauty this creature had.
Mimic melted into the tree in the corner of the room, taking a long glance at the surrounding area.
Fourteen years of hiding from cameras, at least here. She had known the cameras since her birth, the eyes in the corners of the room. Her brother knew them too. Neither liked them.
Night faded into light a few hours later, and then it was time to leave. Mimic was stowed inside Lilian much like she was stowed inside the tree. Everything was packed and compressed into pocket-sized objects. Mark did his best to camouflage them, but his blackish-purple mist did little until they were above the clouds. Jim kept the outer pressure out, and they followed the bus that took the Brotherhood back to Bayville.
No one spoke during the entire trip, not even Mark or Bobby. Jim's attitude had gained an almost revered silence out of them. It was not very often that both the leaders agreed on something, but then again, seriousness was something they'd always agree with.
It was a long trip, longer than it would have been at night. But, Mimic's brother would not follow them in light. He, too, hated light with an intimate passion.
It was night when they arrived. Lilian had started complaining because Mimic was moving around.
The jeep stopped, and the headlights turned off. The Brotherhood snuck out of the vehicle, making their way towards the door. The door opened, and the sillouette of a woman appeared in the doorway. Everyone except Wanda froze.
"What are you doing back early? Did you even go to Vegas like I told you?!"
The boys cringed. "Yeah, we went, and I didn't know you sent the Acolytes after us, bitch! Get outta my way!" Wanda shrieked. Mystique growled as Wanda walked by, and then the goth looked and grinned. "Oh yeah. We have guests."
Mystique glared at the boys as they walked into the door. "Guests? What do you mean you have guests? Pietro, there will be no girls over!"
Jim was the first to land. Mystique snarled at him.
"Who the hell are you?"
And then Mimic hit the ground, followed by the rest. Mimic bounded forward and stood up a few inches away, striking Mystique into a frozen shock. One touch of her tail, and Mystique was looking at herself.
"What do you give it?" Pietro said in his room, with Lance leaning against the door.
"3...2...1..."
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Yeah. There you go."
Mystique appeared in the doorway. "WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE!?"
"The Mutes," was all Pietro said.
Well, Mystique knew who the Mutes were, having had Magneto talk about the only mutants more powerful than the Acolytes. Mystique went as pale as a blue woman could get.
"Oh shit."
Five minutes later, the Mutes had begun clearing out a basement, and Lizbeth and Austin were whipping up something in the kitchen with their food supplies. Jim had a beautiful degree in architecture, so he knew where pillars should be and where they shouldn't. It was a breeze after that. So, by four in the morning, the Brotherhood boarding house had a very large basement, complete with rooms for everyone, even Mimic, who had tunneled herself even deeper underground.
Mystique had known about the main body of the Mutes, but Mimic she had never known about. The black creature was constantly staring at her in a very mocking manner, like finding out that a bully didn't hit very hard. She grinned every moment she could.
The lady leader called Magneto the next morning when she was sure everyone else was sleeping.
"Yeah, the Mutes are in the boarding house! What did you do, command them to come here or something?!"
"I will be there shortly. The black creature they call Mimic, make sure she does not go anywhere without your knowing. If she does, keep the little boy close by. We have to capture that woman!"
"Why is she so special?"
"That may be the most powerful mutant ever known to man."
"Apocolypse?"
"Cheesecake compared to her."
"I don't want her here. Hurry up, Eric."
"Do as I say and we will be there shortly."
"Agreed."
It took the Acolytes three days to plan their attack. They couldn't blow the place up, and they had lots of dangerous mutants to worry about. Their means of victory?
Tranquilizers.
Each man wore three guns with six darts in each, filled with the closest non-lethal dose they could muster. It was on a shoot first ask questions later scale. Everyone would be put down, excluding Mystique, but if she got in the way...well, too bad.
The main target was the Mimic. Insomnia would have to be shot down first, to avoid certain death. Then KO would need to be taken down. They'd have to get Mimic then, avoiding the dust cloud called Puck. The Dragon and Horror would be easy to take down, and Magneto could tangle with Sheen.
They'd have to come in just at dawn. By then, everyone would be asleep, and, hopefully, the Mimic would be blinded by the light. It would be easy if they could drag her outside. Ah, well, that would be a good idea. It seemed the one the creature was tied to was the little boy.
Interesting.
So perhaps the crybaby would be of more use than they anticipated, but they would have to work fast.
This was the most powerful mutant in the world, after all.
"Magneto, if this woman is so powerful, how can we be so sure that tranquilizers will work?" Piotr asked, staring at his guns. "I'm not even a good shot."
"Guns are for whips," Sabretooth growled.
Remy LeBeau looked at the guns at his belt. "So we have to use guns? Ah, well, Remy at least good at pickin' targets."
"Guns...total turnoff," John whined from the corner. "Why can't we just burn everythin'?"
"If you burn anything, you get to live with Mystique for three weeks afterwards," Magneto answered.
John immediately curled into the fetal position and began to spasm.
Remy looked at the floor in complete boredom. "Dis better be worth it. Remy doesn't like de sound of dis at all."
"Be careful, men. We have one chance at this. Sabretooth, get the boy as soon as you can and drag him outside. We get this creature outside, and she's at a loss."
"I hope she notices..."
"She will..."
When they got back to the base, out of respect, Mimic knew, her brother had not followed them back. He knew where they were anyway, so why return? She retired to the garden, a place that held the possible potential of her day home. She'd just mold a tree around herself, giving a small airhole in a place where the light wouldn't bother her. She had often done the same thing with Lilian during the day, melting inside of her for however long. Lilian didn't mind, she could hold so much on her back that Mimic wasn't anything.
Needless to say, she was not up for much talking for the rest of the morning. Everyone was in their rooms like Jim had instructed, and she retired to the garden where Lilian was already sleeping. Mimic's movements were too soft to wake the great Sheen, the quiet and elegant monster in the corner of the room, lying amongst silver roses and irises. Such a taste for beauty this creature had.
Mimic melted into the tree in the corner of the room, taking a long glance at the surrounding area.
Fourteen years of hiding from cameras, at least here. She had known the cameras since her birth, the eyes in the corners of the room. Her brother knew them too. Neither liked them.
Night faded into light a few hours later, and then it was time to leave. Mimic was stowed inside Lilian much like she was stowed inside the tree. Everything was packed and compressed into pocket-sized objects. Mark did his best to camouflage them, but his blackish-purple mist did little until they were above the clouds. Jim kept the outer pressure out, and they followed the bus that took the Brotherhood back to Bayville.
No one spoke during the entire trip, not even Mark or Bobby. Jim's attitude had gained an almost revered silence out of them. It was not very often that both the leaders agreed on something, but then again, seriousness was something they'd always agree with.
It was a long trip, longer than it would have been at night. But, Mimic's brother would not follow them in light. He, too, hated light with an intimate passion.
It was night when they arrived. Lilian had started complaining because Mimic was moving around.
The jeep stopped, and the headlights turned off. The Brotherhood snuck out of the vehicle, making their way towards the door. The door opened, and the sillouette of a woman appeared in the doorway. Everyone except Wanda froze.
"What are you doing back early? Did you even go to Vegas like I told you?!"
The boys cringed. "Yeah, we went, and I didn't know you sent the Acolytes after us, bitch! Get outta my way!" Wanda shrieked. Mystique growled as Wanda walked by, and then the goth looked and grinned. "Oh yeah. We have guests."
Mystique glared at the boys as they walked into the door. "Guests? What do you mean you have guests? Pietro, there will be no girls over!"
Jim was the first to land. Mystique snarled at him.
"Who the hell are you?"
And then Mimic hit the ground, followed by the rest. Mimic bounded forward and stood up a few inches away, striking Mystique into a frozen shock. One touch of her tail, and Mystique was looking at herself.
"What do you give it?" Pietro said in his room, with Lance leaning against the door.
"3...2...1..."
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Yeah. There you go."
Mystique appeared in the doorway. "WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE!?"
"The Mutes," was all Pietro said.
Well, Mystique knew who the Mutes were, having had Magneto talk about the only mutants more powerful than the Acolytes. Mystique went as pale as a blue woman could get.
"Oh shit."
Five minutes later, the Mutes had begun clearing out a basement, and Lizbeth and Austin were whipping up something in the kitchen with their food supplies. Jim had a beautiful degree in architecture, so he knew where pillars should be and where they shouldn't. It was a breeze after that. So, by four in the morning, the Brotherhood boarding house had a very large basement, complete with rooms for everyone, even Mimic, who had tunneled herself even deeper underground.
Mystique had known about the main body of the Mutes, but Mimic she had never known about. The black creature was constantly staring at her in a very mocking manner, like finding out that a bully didn't hit very hard. She grinned every moment she could.
The lady leader called Magneto the next morning when she was sure everyone else was sleeping.
"Yeah, the Mutes are in the boarding house! What did you do, command them to come here or something?!"
"I will be there shortly. The black creature they call Mimic, make sure she does not go anywhere without your knowing. If she does, keep the little boy close by. We have to capture that woman!"
"Why is she so special?"
"That may be the most powerful mutant ever known to man."
"Apocolypse?"
"Cheesecake compared to her."
"I don't want her here. Hurry up, Eric."
"Do as I say and we will be there shortly."
"Agreed."
It took the Acolytes three days to plan their attack. They couldn't blow the place up, and they had lots of dangerous mutants to worry about. Their means of victory?
Tranquilizers.
Each man wore three guns with six darts in each, filled with the closest non-lethal dose they could muster. It was on a shoot first ask questions later scale. Everyone would be put down, excluding Mystique, but if she got in the way...well, too bad.
The main target was the Mimic. Insomnia would have to be shot down first, to avoid certain death. Then KO would need to be taken down. They'd have to get Mimic then, avoiding the dust cloud called Puck. The Dragon and Horror would be easy to take down, and Magneto could tangle with Sheen.
They'd have to come in just at dawn. By then, everyone would be asleep, and, hopefully, the Mimic would be blinded by the light. It would be easy if they could drag her outside. Ah, well, that would be a good idea. It seemed the one the creature was tied to was the little boy.
Interesting.
So perhaps the crybaby would be of more use than they anticipated, but they would have to work fast.
This was the most powerful mutant in the world, after all.
"Magneto, if this woman is so powerful, how can we be so sure that tranquilizers will work?" Piotr asked, staring at his guns. "I'm not even a good shot."
"Guns are for whips," Sabretooth growled.
Remy LeBeau looked at the guns at his belt. "So we have to use guns? Ah, well, Remy at least good at pickin' targets."
"Guns...total turnoff," John whined from the corner. "Why can't we just burn everythin'?"
"If you burn anything, you get to live with Mystique for three weeks afterwards," Magneto answered.
John immediately curled into the fetal position and began to spasm.
Remy looked at the floor in complete boredom. "Dis better be worth it. Remy doesn't like de sound of dis at all."
"Be careful, men. We have one chance at this. Sabretooth, get the boy as soon as you can and drag him outside. We get this creature outside, and she's at a loss."
"I hope she notices..."
"She will..."