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"Rogue."
"Pietro."
It looked like a scene out of an old western film. Two gangs facing each other down in the street. Guns at the ready. Rogue's emerald eyed had darkened and hardened until they looked like green, almost black chips of granite, her fingers were tense, just waiting for a chance to latch onto either of the older mutants. Pietro's eyes were the solid grey of storm clouds; his silver hair was waving about slightly from the way he was moving on the spot so fast it looked as though he was standing still. The other boys were standing behind them, looking really pissed off.
Xavier was about to ask for an explanation when events took another turn. Mystique had taken a step forwards. To do what he didn't know, when she was slammed into a wall. Magneto moved forwards but found himself flung against a wall, the wall melting around his hands and feet, then solidifying once him limbs had been pulled in. Sabretooth found himself rolling around on a floor that was rocking around like stormy waves. Before John had a chance to do anything he was grabbed around the waist by a slimy tongue, and then thrown into a wall by a big blonde boy.
60 seconds and the acolytes had been reduced to battered hall decorations. Rogue had put up one of her force fields around Sabretooth and Mystique. Magneto was glaring and trying to pull himself out of the wall.
"Rogue, boys, stop this immediately."
The command was followed by a clap of thunder that jarred all the bones in the immediate vicinity. The murderous light that had filled the eyes of the Brotherhood as soon as they'd seen the visitors fled.
Rogue and Pietro seemed to collapse in on themselves, their shoulders slumped and their heads drooped. The other three boys huddled around them, keeping the two deflated teenagers in their midst. Like a living wall protecting them from the evils of the world.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
The question was spoken in a snarl instead of a voice, low, guttural and dangerous. Surprisingly though, it wasn't Logan who'd spoken, or even Lance, it was Todd. The teenager was crouched in front of Rogue, lip curled back, growling at the grey haired mutant who was trapped in the wall.
You'd have thought that his undignified position would have taken some of the pomp from the Master of Magnetism, but he still managed to talk as though everyone who could hear him was beneath him.
"I assure you Toad," his nose wrinkled when he said the boy's name, "why I and my companions are here has absolutely nothing to do with you. I had no knowledge that you were here. Any of you."
His gaze had slid away from Todd and was focused on Pietro, eyes the colour of granite boring through the pale teenager.
"Rogue. Could you let these people go! I don't know what is between all of you but I will not have this behaviour in my school."
For Rogue it seemed as though the professor's voice came through a thick fog. It was muffled and sort of wavy, as though the sound waves were being pushed and pulled in all kinds of directions, and it was hard the sounds to coalesce and form the words. In fact she didn't really process his request until Lance repeated it in her ear. With a soft nod and a wave of her hand the force field around Sabretooth and Mystique collapsed, and Magneto fell from the wall. John stood on shaky legs and joined the other three and glared at the green kid whose tongue had been wrapped around him. Ugh God. How did that tongue fit in his mouth?
He tore his gaze away from frog-boy, slid over the big blonde who'd thrown him into the wall. The silver boy who was glaring at his boss held no interest for him, neither did the other boy. Instead his gaze was dragged to Rogue. No one else in the school had known but the two of them had been really close. She'd had frequent nightmares of experiments and concentration camps, and was never able to sleep again after one. Hen that happened she'd wander down to the kitchen where he would always be. He was an insomniac, usually grabbed sleep whenever he could and as awake through the night. They stayed and talked until about half an hour before everyone else woke, then they returned to their rooms, and no one else had ever known. He'd found out all kinds of things about her then, and vice versa. But she'd never mentioned anything about Mystique being her mother. And that had to have been what she'd meant.
"Would it be all right with everyone if we took this into my office. I have a feeling this could take a while."
As one the brotherhood turned and headed for his office, leaving everyone else to follow them. Logan growling at the Acolytes who'd upset his little sister.
Magneto and his group were the last, just outside the office they paused.
"Eric, if Rogue and the others tell them not to they'll never work with us. And we need the extra firepower if we're going to pull this off."
"I know Mysitique, I know. But they're still our children, and even if they hate us."
"Which they do."
"Then they will still work withy us because they'll want the end result to happen. The end justifies the means my dear Raven, the end justifies the means."
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