The Wrongs of the Past and the Present
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of J.K Rowling's wonderful Harry Potter books nor do I own the characters of X-men: Evolution. I guess I own...the plot? Anyways the content of this story are not meant to offend anyone and it is being written solely for your enjoyment.....so please enjoy it!
High in the air, a lone owl flew swiftly above the heads of the people of London. Occasionally swooping down low to frighten a passerby. After terrorizing many a people the owl perched itself on top of a grey-ish white building. Stained with dirt on the outside and blood on the inside.
The sign, though rotting was the wood and hard on the eyes to read, said Lament Asylum. With the Y of the second word swinging down below the others and swaying in the wind. No one dared to go near the institute, where years ago a crazed patient went on a treacherous killing spree, killing all of the patients and most of the staff. It had been shut down since that day, the Lament Asylum, and it still remained the reason that young children did not chase the devilish owl.
Hooting at the glares being sent its way, the owl dove directly up and into the air. Coming straight down only to disappear into the out of place chimney at the building's rooftop.
As if by 'magic' the vacant rooms only occupant watched as the owl flew into the room and saw the animal slowly transform into a lovely, blue skinned and red haired woman.
A smile loomed in the room's darkest corner. "Mystique." Greeted a deep and velvety voice, "Back so soon?" he asked mockingly at the strange looking woman. Her yellow eyes shot daggers at the source of the voice.
"Don't sound too surprised when you find that the boy will be coming." She spat sarcastically. She walked to the furthest area away from the person. Leaning against an old bathtub she crossed her arms.
"Why are you doing this Eric?" She demanded more than asked. "Why this boy? You've already tried this on your children....on my son." She whispered dangerously.
Blue eyes regarded her casually not seeming to quite care about her moral stance of his secret actions. Moving swiftly out of the shadows the tall and broad shouldered man smiled sadistically at the spot above Mystique's head.
"If you don't remember, your son was the only failure of the experiment." He hissed and the woman cringed at his words, painful thoughts most likely rising to the surface of her mind. "Wanda was quite successful as her powers came quickly and dangerously. Pietro's original powers came quicker. The ones I tried giving him are just taking some time to rise." He explained on the matter of his own children.
"And besides," he continued, "By inserting the X-gene (?) into this boy's blood he will no longer be a werewolf." At this he grinned darkly, "That's what he wants isn't it?" he asked her as if daring her to say he was wrong.
The mutant shape shifter stood quickly, her clawed hands clutched at her side in fists, "I will have no more to do with this! You can't force this onto him! He's just a normal boy! Just because Xavier revealed the magical realm to you doesn't mean you can fuck with it!" She yelled lowly to him as to not attract an outsider's attention.
At this the man laughed without humor, "I hardly call being a werewolf normal. And if you care anything about your son you'll shut up and do as you're told!" he snapped at her original sentence. "And who said that Xavier told me. Trust me...I discovered it all on my own."
And that was all he said, thinking better than to relish how he had heard of the said realm. The woman let her eyes drop angrily to the floor, knowing that the man, Eric Lensherr could kill her son without a second thought.
Gliding to the window he smiled, "Once again Raven," he spoke busting out a new name for the woman. "This is the best way to get more mutants for the cause. And it's a little experiment. He won't know anything I'm doing will have more side effects. He'll only know what he wants to know. Nothing more. And you will tell him nothing more. Correct?" he questioned, shooting his dark blues orbs' gaze at her.
She sighed and nodded wondering when she had become so weak. She only prayed that what she had up her sleeve, waiting to be pulled out at a later time would help. But, to her, and at that moment, she wasn't sure of anything. Except for the fact that whatever Eric had in store for that boy wouldn't be good. But there was nothing she could do.....he'd be there that night. And there was nothing she could do.
DigitalAngel4U: I know this is kind of the same thing except but from different points of views, however I wanted people that might not be too familiar with X-men: Evolution to get a little understanding on the 'villains' so to speak before I dived into anything actually happening. Also I probably won't update straight away. I think I'll wait to see how people might be anticipating it first! But if you are interested then please review and I'll continue as soon as possible!