Escape after Escape

A few seconds later the room was filled with smoke and gunfire. Several ghoulish looking figures ran in blasting lasers from their hands. Kurt was able to teleport Xavier out of the way. This gave the invaders time to break down the door of Mystique's cell.

"It's about time you got here," Mystique snapped. "Now get this collar…" Suddenly she was knocked out cold by one of the mutants.

When she came too she felt as if she was flying. Actually it turned out she was flying. She was in a helicarrier of some sort still wearing the collar and shackled. "I still say we should have taken out Xavier and that other freak when we had the chance!" One of the mutants snapped.

"Our orders were clear," A green mutant spoke. "We take care of the prisoner only."

"Yeah he probably want's Xavier to take the fall anyway," Another spoke. He then noticed Mystique was awake. "Well look who finally woke up."

"What's going on? Why am I still tied up? What kind of game is Magneto playing?" Mystique barked.

"Magneto had nothing to do with us freak!" A mutant laughed.

"Handy little trick huh?" One of the 'mutants' pulled off his mask to reveal human features. He held up his hand and removed the glove. "With these lasers built right into the suit people think we're real freaks."

"You're not mutants!" Mystique yelled. "You're FOH…Of course! I should have known! Where's Creed?"

"Mr. Creed is a bit busy," The FOH Officer smirked. "But I promised him I'd do the honors!"

"That slimy little…" Mystique snarled as the FOH Officer pulled out a gun. "I should have known he wasn't man enough to do the job himself. Always was spineless and weak."

"Blab all you want," The green 'mutant' said. "It'll all be over soon." Then he turned around to the leader. "You sure you don't want me to pop her?"

"Nah I got it," The FOH grinned as he readied the pistol.

"Suit yourself," The green 'mutant' shrugged. Then with amazing swiftness he disarmed the FOH officer. At the same instance an orange 'mutant' used the lasers in the suit to shoot at the other FOH members.

"You're right," The orange 'mutant' snickered. "These things are handy."

"You're not…" The FOH officer gasped.

"You're right," The green 'mutant' shot him in the chest three times. "I'm not." He turned to the orange 'mutant'. "Tell Zandar to head to the rendezvous point so we can dump off the dead weight."

"Zandar? That means…YOU?" Mystique yelled as the green mutant pulled off his mask. "You bastard!"

"Nice to see you too Mystique," Zartan remarked. "You know it's a damn good thing for you that Cobra has contacts in the FOH."

"Considering the situation you have me in I'm hardly grateful!" Mystique snapped as he removed her shackles and collar. "But I suppose I should be for you rescuing me."

"Rescuing you!" The orange mutant removed her mask to reveal Zarana. "That's a good one!"

"Listen woman," Zartan snarled. "I don't give a damn about you, but that's my kid you're carrying and nobody will keep me from my child! Nobody!"

"Your child?" Mystique roared. "I'm the one carrying it for nine months!"

"So you would prefer to hand it over to Xavier to raise?" Zartan snarled. "At least with me you have a choice of seeing your kid every now and then."

"You have a point," Mystique grunted. "So what do you want?"

"Besides my kid?" Zartan told her. "Revenge, money, power. The usual. Besides since Magneto has obviously abandoned you there aren't exactly too many places for you to convalesce until you give birth."

"I hate it when you make sense!" Mystique snapped. "But like you pointed out what choice do I have?"

"Oh Zanya's gonna love this," Zarana snickered as she went off.

"First we have to dump this load of human garbage somewhere where it will be found by the authorities," Zartan grinned. "I know Creed will probably be desperate to know what happened to his men."

"Anything to see that snake grovel. We have some unfinished business to take care of," Mystique snarled. "Graydon Creed. That spineless little worm is going to pay for trying to kill me! I should have killed that useless human reject when I had the chance!"

"Why didn't you?" Zartan asked.

"Because he was twelve years old at the time," Mystique explained. "And he's also my son."

"Well…" Zartan blinked. "That's a good reason…"

"Not anymore," Mystique snarled. "Well sonny boy you want a war with me? You got one! I will personally take you down step by step…And I think I have an idea on how to do it. But first I'm going to need help."

"Well I guess I'm in," Zartan folded his arms. "It will be worth it just to trash Creed."

"Well you too but I was thinking of someone else as well," Mystique explained. "I think it's time I had a talk with the boy's father. I know Daddy will love a nice father/son chat."

"Daddy?" Zartan asked. "Who's…?"

"Sabertooth," Mystique informed him.

"Sabertooth?" Zartan yelled. "You mean the maniac killer Sabertooth? Sabertooth, the mutant with a psychotic streak a mile wide that nearly gutted me? That Sabertooth?

"The very same. Which makes you look decent by comparison. And that's no small miracle."

"Stones…" Zartan staggered. "I always hated family reunions. And now I have another reason why!"