TheLegendaryManHimself: No they don't but they will, in the comics he was given two different titles and I just picked one and yes that is him but you'll see why he's there later on, Tessa of course is undercover. You'll feel sorry for Emma later on when you hear her story.

Mark C: You'll see the full reasons later on, and of course there are hidden agendas and as for Emma I wanted to use her in a different way, she used to be supportive but that changed and you'll see why later on. And you bet the X-Men are going to be pissed.

Winblades: Yeah this is an AU with both of our OCs in it.

Wenl: Jott yes, but no phoenix in this story.

Sentoris: Yeah when I (Agent-G) came up with this I wanted to use a villain team that hasn't been used much. I like to try new things and go a different way I mean why do the same thing everyone else does?

The Uncanny R-Man: Yeah given Selene it will has to be an R fic given that psycho and a few other things too.

X00001: No this is a whole new story.

Whothehelltookmyscreennam: First off, wow, long name. And yeah I do read the comics when I can and I see you've already see some of the future plot but I hope we still surprise you.

Thanks to: matt3671, Damn-my-name-was-taken, fireinu, Lil Jean

HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE

CHAPTER TWO: THE MISSING

-College Campus-

"Jean! Over here!" called Scott as he saw his girlfriend come into view over near the center of the beautiful campus.

Upon hearing his voice, Jean promptly made her way over to him over near the stone bench he had been patiently waiting at.

"Hey Scott," said Jean as she gave him a welcoming kiss, "Sorry I couldn't get here sooner. That paper took longer than I thought it would."

"Always the overachiever, aren't you Red?" commented Scott as Jean linked her arm with his and they began walking across the campus enjoying the fine weather.

Jean laughed at Scott's little comment as they continued to walk down the path with no particular destination in mind. To Jean, it was remarkable how lighter Scott was around her compared the way he was with the new recruits. With her, he was just Scott…Not Cyclops, leader of the X-men. Then again, she didn't give him such a hard time as some of the others did and she felt he had gotten a rather undeserved reputation because of that. Scott truly wasn't the stiff everybody made him out to be…Well, not as much as the others thought at least. He had often been forced to be that way because of the responsibility that leading a team of mutants brought. It was somewhat sad that others couldn't understand that.

As the young couple continued to walk about the campus, they remained unaware of the looming group of onlookers from a distance as their every move was unknowingly monitored.

"Alright people…Get into position," ordered Murry over a handheld communicator as he took note of the position of all his cybernetic teammates that secretly surrounded the duo. "Do not move until I give the order."

Armed with psychic nullifiers to avoid Jean's telepathy, the team of cyborgs stayed concealed and out of sight from the unsuspecting couple. The team in the van got ready to make their move, for once the order was given…They would have to act fast.

While the tension among the team continued to grow, Scott and Jean continued to walk and talk without a care in the world…not knowing how closely their every move was being monitored.

"So did you talk to the Professor about…You know?" asked Jean as the two stopped under a tree near the curb of a street.

"You mean about us moving in together? No…I haven't yet. But I tonight I will…You have my word," assured Scott.

"You're…Not having second thoughts are you?" asked Jean, sounding somewhat worried.

Scott gave her a reassuring smile and gently wrapped his arm around her waist, helping to put some of that concern to rest.

"Of course not Jean," said Scott confidently, "If we can share a psychic link, we can surely share a room."

Jean couldn't help but laugh upon hearing Scott's reasoning. When he put it like that, it did make a bit more sense in her mind.

"Well, it's still a big step, Scott. Moving in together…It really makes me realize how serious our relationship is growing. I mean, we're not high school students anymore."

"I know Jean, but that only makes me more certain that this…You and Me…Is right. It's true…We aren't just a couple of kids in love anymore. It's more than that…It's deeper…I can feel it. After all, we have been dating for over a year now Jean."

"Well in retrospect…I think we've been dating a lot longer than that," quipped Jean with a grin, only causing Scott to smile more.

"I can't argue with that. But that should only serve as a sign that we're ready for the next step. Besides…We've already lived under the same roof for years at the institute. We've shared the same bathroom, we've eaten dinner together, we've already gone through most of the steps."

"Yeah…I guess we have," admitted Jean now that she thought about it, "I guess it still has me nervous because there's no more denying how much I love you Scott."

Scott then gently cupped Jean's face with his hand and looked deeply into her emerald green eyes.

"I know…It has me nervous too. But I love you…And you love me…That's all the assurance we need. And I'm sure the Professor knows that. Hell, the entire mansion probably knows it."

Scott and Jean let out another round of laughs as they continued to enjoy each other's company under the shade of the tree as a gentle wind swept over the area.

"Well it's not like either of us hides it!" laughed Jean as she snuggled closer to her boyfriend.

"What can I say…You do crazy things to me Jeannie," said Scott as he held her close and relished in the overall lighter mood brought about by being with Jean like this and discussing their future together.

"But you love me anyway!" grinned Jean.

"That I do…"

The leader of the Cyber team was now in position as he saw the final part of his team secure their clandestine position near the two teens. So far, Jean hadn't detected them and neither of the two had seen their operatives. With a lingering number of pedestrians still passing by…It was now or never. Gripping his communicator intently, Murry Reese finally gave the order.

"Alright team…MOVE!"

Then, one of the cybernetic soldiers sanding close by Scott and Jean from behind another tree threw a single flash grenade over towards the young couple. As it exploded, the team of cybernetic enhanced soldiers made their move and stormed the area amidst a crowd of utter confusion.

"Jean! Get down!" yelled Scott as both he and Jean quickly fell to the ground and both tried to recover from the initial shock of the flash.

Years of danger room practice quickly took over the two X-men as Jean struggled to regain her eyesight while Scott sprang into action. Thanks to his ruby-quartz glasses, the flash didn't have as great an effect on him and he was able to respond quicker to the attack. Immediately, he unleashed a powerful optic blast at the incoming soldiers.

"Incoming!" yelled one of the cyborgs as those in the way managed to jump with superhuman skill that greatly surprised both bewildered teens as it suddenly became clear that they weren't dealing with ordinary aggressors.

As Jean quickly recovered, she unleashed a telekinetic burst to divert some of the charging soldiers that seemed armed with some sort of taser like device that was built directly into their arm.

"What are these guys?!" said Jean in the midst of the battle as several of the cyborgs quickly drew closer and tried to grab Jean from behind and restrain her.

"I don't know! But they mean business!" responded Scott as he blasted one of the would-be captors away from Jean, only to be knocked back to the ground by a powerful punch from another soldier.

The chaos and confusion was growing all the more panicked among the onlookers as they struggled to get away. Both Scott and Jean proved to be more difficult to capture than Murry Reese had anticipated. However, he was not dissuaded and knew the step that he and his team must take now to ensure their success.

"No more joking around. Break out the big guns!" ordered Murry as he and several other subordinates stepped out of the van with large, metallic guns that looked like something straight out of a science fiction movie.

Jean had been busy putting up a telekinetic shield from several of the cyborgs that rushed her, but Scott had managed to see the small group of men aiming those ominous weapons directly at Jean. And before his mind could fully process the situation, his body sprung into action and he ran towards Jean at full speed.

"JEAN LOOK OUT!" yelled Scott.

The shrill of his voice had caused Jean to let down her shield long enough for him to quickly run near her and shove her out of the way just as the group of gunmen opened fire and let out a strange blue-yellow beam directly at Scott.

The weapons were set on a slightly higher setting in order to break Jean's telekinetic shield, but nothing shielded Scott now as the powerful blasts surged through the young man's body and he let out an agonizing yell that echoed both through the air and Jean's mind through their link.

"NO!!! SCOTT!!!"

She felt his intense pain as he was blasted back…Then as soon as the light faded…She felt nothing. Jean collapsed to the ground, unable to filter out the horrible sensation that she had just felt. Now…She couldn't sense Scott's mind…And she feared the worst.

"Damn it! That wasn't supposed to happen!" yelled Murry in frustration, "Hurry! Get the girl!"

While Jean was keeled over on the ground, one of the soldiers hit her with a taser and quickly got a power nullifying collar around her neck. Jean no longer had the strength to stay conscious as tears streamed down her face after what she has just felt. Slowly, she let the blackness overtake her as the powerful cyborgs threw her into the back of a waiting van and quickly sped off away from the chaos. As they quickly set a path back towards the Hellfire Club, the leader Murry Reese let out an angry grunt of frustration.

"Damn it! Did we kill him back there?" he asked one of his subordinates who was more knowledgeable of their weapons than he was.

"I don't know…But I doubt it's possible for anybody to survive a blast like that," answered the soldier.

"Shit! This is exactly what we wanted to avoid!" said Murry as he slammed his fist upon the dashboard, "Now those X-men will be PISSED! We have to inform the club and tell them to step up their plans!"

"Well look on the bright side…" commented another one of the soldiers, "At least now that she thinks her boyfriend is dead, she'll be easier to break."

However, back at the field where the fight had taken place, a small group of onlookers crowded around Scott's motionless body. All were still reeling from the suddenness of this strange attack. They all feared the worse for the young man as some grew hysterical over what they saw before them.

"Oh god…I think he's dead!" said one of the onlookers as others gasped at the sight.

One of the weary onlookers slowly reached to check for a pulse even though the prospects looked somewhat grim. But before the hand even got within six inches of Scott…He suddenly sprang back to live and quickly started gasping for breath. The crowed around him fell back in shock.

"He's alive!"

Scott Summers struggled to take full breaths as he got up and gritted his teeth in pain and fought his way through the crowd across the campus. Nobody stood in his way as he limped through the fields, grunting in pain as only one thing went through his mind.

"Jean…Gotta find…Jean."

-Bayville-

Rogue turned away from Remy and hugged herself. "Please…Don't say things like that. You know that we can't…That I can't…So please…Don't do this to me."

"Why not? Remy cares for you. He always did. I just want to try and make up for de things I did. I want us to start over with a clean slate." He said gently touching her arms.

"How touching," came a menacing female voice from the alley behind them as they saw a woman in black with Japanese features, short dark hair, and long claw-like fingers. "Too bad that this won't matter for either of you in the end."

"Who are you?" demanded Gambit as he pulled out a card and charged it.

"You can call me Deathstrike…And I'm here for the girl. So back off if you wish to live!" she said coldly to him.

"Not a chance." He threw the card at her and she jumped it surprisingly easily and slashed at him with her claws. He jumped back. "Chere get away!"

"There's no escaping me!" She quickly shot back and while their attention was on her, a van came from around the corner and stopped right next to them. The side of the van then opened and a few cyber mercenaries came out. Rogue saw this and as Gambit tried to fend Deathstrike off, she pulled off her gloves and glared at them. "Alright, who wants to be first?"

One of them came forward and she tried to touch his face, but he grabbed her and then twisted it over his head and held her in an arm lock, gripping her wrist and forcing her to bend over as he was gaining increasing leverage from her side. She gritted her teeth from the pain and quickly countered it with a move Logan had showed her and she rolled on the ground, untwisting it and then as she came back up she kicked him in the crotch. He groaned and went to his knees.

Gambit was in the fight of his life with Deathstrike. She was fast and her fighting skills her on a level beyond his, plus she had this way of fighting like she didn't care what happened to her. He got out his staff and to his surprise, she shredded it. "Merde." He said throwing away the pieces. This wasn't good…He was losing and he knew it.

Rogue was about to take on the next guy when suddenly…A taser hit her from behind, causing her to scream as she hit the sidewalk. Her head was facing Gambit and she was still conscious enough to see him struggle in his fight. Gambit had heard her scream and looked over to her.

"Rogue!" He yelled…But he never should have taken his eyes off Deathstrike as she impaled him in the gut with two of her claws. Rogue to her horror saw this and tried to move, but felt something going on her neck as she started to black out. The last thing she saw was Remy falling to the ground clutching his stomach.

Deathstrike looked down at the brown haired boy with the red on black eyes. He had been good, but not on her level…No, she wanted to fight 'him,' the one she wanted to have her vengeance on. "Pack up the girl." She ordered.

"What about him?" One of them asked.

She heard sirens in the distance. "Leave him. He's not part of Xaiver's, so it doesn't matter. Besides, he probably will not survive that wound." They left Gambit there in the alley bleeding to death as they left. He groaned as his hand pressed against the wound as tightly as he could as he struggled to get up. He leaned against the wall looking at the van as it disappeared. He knew he needed help. He also needed to tell the others. He just hoped that he could make it to Xaiver's before he bled to death. He started down the alley and walked down the street as a police unit arrived to investigate the disturbance, but Gambit was making his best way out of there. He hid the wound under his duster as he slowly made his way to the Institute through intense agony, but it wasn't as close as he would have liked. The pain in his stomach was intense, but he had to force himself to move. They needed to know, they could help him get her back…Even if he didn't live, he needed to tell them.

-Toronto-

Night had fallen over the city, and with the darkness of the night, the chopper silently made its way into the city and to their target. The mercenaries were going to rappel down onto the roof of the building and silently work their way through, hopefully to catch their prey unaware. It was near midnight, so they figured everyone was asleep.

What they didn't know was that Vincent normally needed only six to seven hours of sleep and for the past week he had trouble getting even that much. Nightmares that he had dealt with his entire life usually kept him up, but instead of the rare bad ones showing up one or twice a month, with everything going on he had them more often and it was seriously starting to have more detriment effects on his sleep. So he was quietly walking the halls thinking about his life and what to do with it now that everybody knew he was a mutant.

He heard light footsteps and figured a few of the kids must be up. He decided to look into this. "Alright you kids, back to-" but he stopped cold in his tracks as he looked closer at the figures in the halls and saw three men in black suits and what looked like pieces of metallic armor on certain parts of their bodies.

"It's him, fire!" One of them yelled out as taser weapons launched and hit Vincent. These intruders surprised him, but he took the shot easily. He knew his powers well enough to know that they would just be a tingle to him. And the looks on their faces when he just stood there and took it were enjoyable. Vincent glared at them and got this predatory grin on his face. "Oh shit." One of them said.

In a blur of speed he rammed into the middle one send him flying back and crashing through a wall. Then, he was between the two other intruders. One threw a high punch at his face and he grabbed the attacker's wrist moved to the left and with his other hand used a palm strike at the elbow, which dislocating it and caused the man to scream out in pain. Vincent then back kicked the other one in the gut with his right foot, and then used that same foot to strike and the injured one whose wrist he still held and shattered his knee with his strength, causing him to crumble on to the ground. He let go of the wrist and then leaned to the other one for an elbow strike to his solar plexus, then hit his face with the back of his hand by changing the angle of his arm ninety degrees.

It all happened in a few seconds and two of the mercenaries were down and another was on the ground screaming in pain. Vincent noticed a few of the kids started to look out their rooms and he also noticed Rebecca, one of the oldest ones there staring along with them. Immediately he decided to take action. "Rebecca! Keep the kids inside and call the police!" She saw the two men and nodded quickly. She hastily ushered in the kids away and they fled back into their rooms.

He walked in through the halls to check on the other kids. He didn't know who these guys were, but he didn't like people coming here and threatening him or the kids. The one he left behind got on his radio. "Incoming, target is incoming. Team 2 is down! Use heavy weapons!" He said through the pain.

Vincent walked along the corridors listening for anything. He came to the kitchen and it was dark. He flipped on the lights and then…One of the men lunged at him with a knife. He had been waiting for him and this one was fast, faster then a normal human too he found out. He still easily dodged the knife thrusts and slashes. At one point he blocked one thrust with his left arm and kicked him squarely in the chest and sent him flying across the kitchen, but this one flipped in mid air and landed on the ground feet first.

'You've got to be kidding me,' thought Vincent

Just then another one came in with a large gun that looked straight out of a sci-fi movie. 'Oh no.' He thought before an energy bolt slammed into his chest and sent him flying into the cupboards, smashing them to splinters with his body. "Damn it, he better not be dead!" The one with the knife said.

Vincent's chest stung like hell, but he was still fine and he had had just about enough of this. He got up and grabbed the fridge and threw it with incredible speed at the two men. The one with the gun fired and the fridge shattered with a bang, sending pieces flying everywhere. When Vince looked up he saw the two men had several pieces of plastic and metal impaled in them. There was some blood, but also sparks from the metallic parts. He never liked killing and there was a part of him that wished this hadn't happened, but he put that aside. He needed to find out how many more there were.

He got into the main hall when a voice called out. "Very nice." He looked up and his blood ran cold. Up the stairs on the second level was a man with a skull painted on his face, but what really got that reaction was the sight of Father Michaels, the man that took him in, who was the closest thing to a father figure he had even had. He was in his priest garb, his temples were just graying and at this moment…And there was a knife to his neck.

"You took out a few of my men and you're still standing. Obviously we underestimated you. Now you stand still while the rest of my men place something on your neck…Or I cut his." Skullbuster told him.

"Vincent don't-ah!" Michaels cried out as the knife cut a bit of his neck and blood began to flow.

"Do it!" Skullbuster yelled out. Vincent glared at him and held up his hands in surrender. One of the mercenaries then placed a collar on his neck. At first he wasn't sure what it was doing…Then he suddenly realized that something was missing. He couldn't 'feel' the energy in his body anymore…In fact, he felt like he had before his powers showed.

One of the last mercenaries ran in. "Ralph and Eric are dead sir." The man reported as he came from the kitchen.

Skullbuster scowled at him. "Those were two of my best. Well, you read the bible boy? Are you familiar with 'an eye for an eye'?" Then, he quickly cut open the throat of Father Michaels…And let his limp body fall to the floor.

"NO!" Vincent screamed out as the man who put the collar on held him then hit him in the gut. He doubled over from the blow of the cybernetic fist and looked up to see the butt of a rifle coming down on his face.

Skullbuster walked over the body of the priest and kicked Vincent once to make sure he was out. "Let's pack up and be quick. This whole thing just went FUBAR and I don't want anything else to go wrong."

-Hellfire Club-

Rogue's head felt like someone was strip-mining it at the moment. She groaned and looked around. She was in a room with large stone walls. It was cold and had florescent lights dimly shining overhead. She noticed she was on a large generic bed and let out a pained groan as she sat up. "Morning, I guess since there are no windows." She turned to see a boy in his late teens with short black hair, intense light blue eyes, a well built body, and a rather nasty bruise on his face. She also noticed his sad expression…As if he had just witnessed something truly horrible. He was also wearing some kind of collar with a red light in the center.

"Who are you?" Rogue asked.

"Vincent Freeman…You're Rogue I take it." It wasn't a statement and he managed to grin a little at the look of shock Rogue had upon hearing that he knew her name and held up a hand to ward off her question. "I remember you and the X-Men being on the news and I also heard a few of your names mentioned."

Rogue really hated those images of her…She always looked fat in them. Then, she gasped and remembered what happened before everything went black. "Remy." She whispered as she recalled the horrible image of that bitch stabbing him just before she passed out. She felt her eyes start to tear up. 'Oh god…Is he dead? Was he…Was he killed?' She wondered. Her heart felt like it was breaking. Why was she feeling like this? They weren't going out…She didn't know him that well…So why did she care? She didn't know…All she knew was that she did care…And now…He might be gone.

"Hey, are you alright?" She hadn't noticed that he had sat down next to her and started to place a hand on her exposed shoulder when she abruptly pulled away.

"Don't touch me! You can't." She said mainly out of instinct.

"If it's because of your powers, forget about that." He pointed to his collar. "You got one of these things on too and they seem to block my powers, so I'm guessing they do the same to you."

Rogue felt around her neck and found there was something there. 'This can't be.' She thought to herself. She still didn't have her gloves on and she then reached out and touched the boy's face. Nothing happened. Normally she would be happy…But it was just like her life…She likes a guy and can't touch him, he ends up getting his stupid ass killed and now she's a prisoner in some place and can touch…It was like someone was messing with her life just as some cosmic joke.

"You wouldn't happen to know the red head over there would you?" He asked her. Rogue then looked over her shoulder and saw that Jean was there too.

"Jean!" She ran to her bed and shook her. Jean moaned lightly and slowly opened her eyes.

"Scott?" She asked weakly, but then her vision and her thoughts cleared up. "Rogue!? Where are we? What's going on?" She looked around the room and saw a dark haired boy with a collar on his neck and Rogue had one too. She reached up and felt one on her own neck as well. She thought back to what happened.

"Oh god…Scott." She whimpered, remembering the last thing she saw and heard.

"What?" Rogue asked worried. "What about Scott?"

"I…I think he's dead." Jean said as a horrible feeling welled up in her mind. She couldn't access her powers, so she couldn't reach his mind. She didn't know if he was still alive or not. She started to cry, with the fear of what might have happened and Rogue could do nothing but console her friend as she grew sick with concern. For a few minutes, Jean let it out and tried to pull herself together and wiped her tear stained eyes. Just then, the door to the room opened and they saw a woman about their age in all white lingerie with a collar on her neck. She had long blond hair and was obviously very attractive and held a set of clothing. Then, a woman with dark raven hair in a black version of what the other girl wore strolled in, and there was just something about this dark woman that made the air go cold with her presence.

"Well, nice to see all of you awake. Now I'm going to say this once…You're all now property of the Hellfire Club. I am Selene, one of the Inner Circle and this white trash is Emma Frost." She grinned at the glare Emma gave her, but went on. "You've all been selected for your special gifts and sooner or later…You will serve us."

"Like hell lady!" Vincent said standing up. "You attacked my home, the kids there, and the man that raised me…And you bastards killed the one person in my life was the closest thing I had to a father!" His face was full of pain and rage at that point. "I may not be able to use my powers, but I swear…I'm going to break every bone in the body of anyone that gets in my way getting out of here…And those two coming with me!" He said surprisingly coldly and with an intense look in his eyes for someone so young.

Selene grinned and from her waist pulled a small device clipped there and pressed a button. Instantly Vince howled in pain as a harsh electronic shock racked his body and he fell to his knees in pain. She let him linger there in agony and Jean and Rogue rushed to his side, but they too suffered the same fate and after a minute or so, she released them all. All three teens were now on the floor panting and moaning from the pain.

"Now…If you ever do that again, I might leave those on the lower settings on for the entire night…And Emma can tell you that it is much more painful than it sounds, isn't it dear?" Emma just scowled at her, remembering how Selene had taken a sadistic pleasure in torturing her, or anyone for that matter. "Now, you, Jean Grey, are here because your powers are just starting to evolve…In fact your telepathy might be greater then Emma's and such a power will be quite useful to us. Rogue, your powers should also prove to be quite strong once they are properly refined thanks to one of our members, Tessa, who has the ability to bring out any mutant's full potential."

She grinned at the confused look she was getting from Rogue's face. "You see…When you were out, Tessa 'scanned' you, or whatever it is that she does, and now you should be able to control your absorption powers and maybe even use any and all powers you have absorbed over the years…Making you one of the most powerful mutants in the world at the moment. And if there's one thing the Hellfire Club is, it's power."

She turned to face Vincent. "Now for you, we discovered that you're different then most mutants." She saw something in his eyes and figured he must know something. "We want you to tell us everything about your past and then…You'll work for us."

"Like I said…Go…To…Hell!" He said to her in defiance.

"Well now, you see that's not a good attitude. And let me tell you, I've seen Hell…And I liked what I saw." She grinned down at him. "Now this is what will happen. We will brake all three of you spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically. You will either join us to end your misery or you will be broken enough for us to alter your perceptions…The choice is yours. Guards!" A pair of men in black uniforms and face masks with small slits for the eyes and mouth with sub-machine guns strapped to them walked in. "Take him to the interrogation room."

Then he turned to the girls while Vincent was dragged off by the guards. "Now you girls will have to change in to something more appropriate. We have a certain dress code here at the Hellfire Club. Emma…If you would." Emma placed the same type of 'uniform' that she and Selene wore, only green for Rogue and red for Jean.

Rogue took one look at it and glared at Selene. "No fucking way! I'm not some piece of meat ya know!"

Selene looked coldly at the two of them. "Now here is what will happen…You girls will change into these or else I'll get more guards. I think we have over twenty on this level alone and I'll tell them to strip the both of you and before they dress you, to have whatever 'fun' they want with the two of you…I think you know what I mean." She said menacingly and both girls felt cold knots in their stomachs form as all the color drained from their faces.

"If you think I'm bluffing…Let me tell you a little story. I was once ruler of a small kingdom long ago, and there was this one particular servant girl who spilt something on one of my dresses. And you know what I had done to her? I had her striped and chained in the square of the city, I had her family placed in the gallows facing her, and I had my prison guards ravage the woman in front on her entire family. In fact, I gave them the choice of hanging at any time so they wouldn't have to keep watching." Selene gave them a gruel smile and sent shivers down their spines. "Now after about two hours and a few hangings, I said if she asked me…I would let her family live. They begged and pleaded for her to say something…But the poor girl was just too ravaged to speak." Selene laughed then. "Oh when she came back to her senses and saw her family there all hanging…The poor dear killed herself that night…Pity…Besides that one mistake, she was quite good, and such good help is always so hard to find. Oh how I'm going to have some fun with that Canadian boy and when I get back you both will be dressed or you both will suffer!"

She turned on her stiletto high heel boots and walked out as Rogue and Jean looked with fearful eyes to Emma. "Was…Was she telling the truth about all that?" Jean asked.

Emma looked at them in sympathy. "I don't know about the story of the girl…But given what I know about her…She never makes threats she's not prepared to follow through with. Trust me, get dressed and she won't do what she threatened. If you don't…She will have you girls raped into submission and maybe even worse." Rogue and Jean looked helplessly at each other and then at the clothing and quickly realized…They had no choice in the matter.

NEXT UP CHAPTER 3: IT BEGINGS