Shout outs:
Winblades: Yeah it does have a few dark parts to the story, I never saw that issue and I always wondered what happened to her.
Ldypebsaby: No those two aren't dead he just said that to help break their spirits, glad you like the story though.
WD Cain: Damn that was creepy I'll keep that in mind. I will do certain things and they may not be as graphic as they could be but I just want to get my point across not gross or make people sick with my writing. Man you must have read my mind, that's exactly what I was thinking of Selene doing.
Sparky Genocide: Logan's paranoid what can I saw, you'd have to ask Slickboy for that he wrote that scene. Normally I'm not into that mainly due to all the horrible ones done out there but if it's done right I do like it, like in your cross-over fic, I like that one.
Mark C: Emma will try but if she succeeds or not is another thing, oh believe me Selene is darker then you'd think just wait and see. Yeah their hope is definitely going down every chapter now isn't it.
Lil Jean: Yeah I don't think a lot of people do like that in the comics, me and Slickboy as well.
The Uncanny R-Man: Yeah he is in for it, more of the cartoon way since that makes more sense.
Thanks to: X00001, fireinu, Wenl, TheLegendaryManHimself
HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONECHAPTER 4: BREAKING IN THE NEW PEOPLE
Vincent was hanging there glaring at the raven haired woman sitting there looking smug. "Now, first off…Why is your DNA different? We took a sample while you were out just to make sure there were no mistakes and it was the same results. Mutant enhanced DNA, now tell me and I'll torture you."
He perked his head up. "You mean tell or you'll torture me right?"
"Did I say or?"
"No." He replied.
She grinned at him. "Well there you go then." She laughed seeing his eye twitch a little, that being his only reaction. She got up and walked over to a wall and heard her pull something metallic judging by the sound of it and when she came back into his line of sight, he saw a jagged, very nasty looking knife in her hand. She gently ran the blade over his face being careful not to cut him.
"Why don't you just answer me and do this the simple way? I mean, do you really want to be tortured?" She cooed to him.
"Maybe I'm a masochist." He replied simply and she laughed at that.
"Oh that would be just fine with me young man." She eyed him taking in his looks. "Yes…Young man is definitely you." She looked him up and down. "I wonder just how much of a man you are." She grabbed his front collar and pulled forward and started to cut until she had shredded his shirt and torn it off leaving him bare chested.
"My oh my." She said looking at his physique. She had to admit, he kept in shape. And as she looked closely, she noticed an oriental tattoo on his chest over his heart. "Well what do we have here? It looks Japanese…Maybe even a clan house symbol…Interesting." She noticed a scar along his right ribs and ran a finger over it. "Now this is interesting. It's old, really old, but interesting." She went behind him and her eyes lit up. "Now we're getting somewhere."
She saw his back was a near network of various scars, mainly cuts and a few were only truly visible some were nearly healed over from years. But what really captivated her attention was the huge one on his back. It went from his right shoulder blade on down to the lower left of his back. She traced it with her finger. "My, my…This must have hurt. I see now that you're not a stranger to pain and suffering after all…Good, that means it'll be more fun to break you."
Vincent felt uncomfortable with her pawing all over him like that, but what really was disturbing was it sounded like his scars were turning her on. 'This lady is sick.' He thought to himself.
She was in front of him now and rested the knife on his left cheek. "Tell you what…You tell me what we want to know and instead of torture you'll be my personal, 'toy' to 'play' with." She saw the look in her eyes and even though a good looking woman in that kind of outfit making a pass at you was a male fantasy, the fact that this woman was an evil, psychopathic bitch pretty much took away anything thing to make him even considering that offer.
"Look you reject dominatrix from a bad porno movie, I'm not interested and on a more personal not, you disgust me." He said to her. That had caused her to cut his face a bit with the knife. He grunted out from the small cut and felt the blood running down his face. It didn't feel deep, but he figured he was going to have a scar there later on. 'Just what I need, more damn scars.' He thought. She smiled at him and actually licked his face, and the blood along with it.
If he was disgusted with her before, it was worse now as his face contorted in revulsion at the act. "Mmm, you taste divine. When we turn you you'll service us in all of our capacities and I look forward to you servicing my needs."
"Fat chance you old hag!" He snapped. She backhanded him and then punched him in the gut in response. The force of her blows surprised him, for she was much stronger then she looked.
She grabbed the back of his head and yanked hard. "Old hag! I'll show you old hag!" She screamed at him and released his hand and placed it over his face. He soon felt a draining sensation and felt himself getting weaker. Selene, however, was feeding off his life force and was pleasantly surprised by the amount of energy she was getting from him. She already was draining him in the amount that usually she only got after two people and from what she could tell, there was so much more inside him.
She pulled her hand away and he groaned in pain, feeling weak from whatever it was that she had done to him. Selene breathed in deeply, feeling intoxicated by that. "My, you are just full of surprises." She said running her hands over her body. "You know I have to feed on the life force of others to retain my youth and vitality, but I am surprised by the amount of energy in your body. You'll be nice to snack on from time to time."
At that moment Shaw came into the room. "So Selene, how long do you think he might take?" He knew that by now Selene was just getting started and was simply judging how well he was going to do.
"If we still want him able to work for us…A month or two." She said disappointed.
He raised an eyebrow. "That long?"
She turned him around so he could see his back. "He's no stranger to pain and if you still wish for him to be of any use to us, then it will take awhile."
"Why don't you sickos just use a damn telepath?" Vincent said bitterly to them.
Shaw grinned. "Tried that, both Emma and Tessa couldn't get past all these apparently mental blocks and shields in your mind. Apparently you've got a really focused and sharp mind, and that makes it harder to force their way in. Take into account how you seem to have a very guarded mind, if they tried to push past it they told me they might cause an aneurysm or something worse. So we have to do this the hard way, but you could make things easier on yourself." He saw the defiant glare of the boy. "Yes, I thought as much." He turned to Selene. "Have fun…But not too much." He said over his shoulder as he left them.
Selene went to the wall and put down the knife and picked up something else. He saw it was something that looked like a stun gun. "This here is one of my favorite toys. You see it's been modified." She pressed it against him and arcs of electricity ran over his body and he yelled out in pain from it. "It's got more kick then the standard units." She grinned and hit him again with it. "Now…Tell me about yourself. How is your DNA altered?"
He said nothing and just glared at her. "You know you keep looking at me like that I may cut out one of your eyes. But I may keep it, such a lovely shade of blue." He zapped him again and he knew this was going to be one hell of a long day as he cried out in pain again.
Xavier Mansion Infirmary
Piotr Rasputin waited anxiously for the news on Gambit's condition outside the intensive care area where he had rushed his Cajun friend upon finding him nearly half dead on the institute front lawn. Hank was currently working on stopping the intense bleeding that flowed uncontrollably from the deep stab wounds that penetrated his stomach and from what he saw while carrying him down…They were quite serious. Colossus feared for his friend's life now, but tried to stay hopeful.
Few others at the institute understood Gambit like he did. While he was stuck working with Magneto, Colossus had developed a rather close friendship with the Cajun. He was the only other Acolyte there he could hold a decent conversation with. To the others, he was just a thief and a minion of Magneto, but to Colossus he was good man with a good heart that was merely given a bad hand in life and had been forced to walk down many dark paths in life. Sure he was cocky and had the tendency to be a little self-centered, but such characteristics were but a small part of who he really was and Piotr had come to know that. He remembered once how Gambit had told him how he wanted to repent for all his misdeeds and start anew someday and he prayed that his friend would get that chance.
Finally, Hank stepped out of the room and was met with the weary Russian.
"So what's the verdict Hank? Will Gambit be alright?"
"Well," began Hank with a deep breath, "For one thing, it's a miracle he survived after losing so much blood. The stab wounds to his stomach were quite deep…But luckily, the damage done wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. From the looks of it now, he'll make it."
Colossus let out a deep sigh of relief as he heard the news.
"Thank God…" sighed the Russian.
"I must admit, your Cajun friend has quite the resilience. Any lesser man would never have made it past the gates with such grave injuries. Whatever was driving him must have been quite strong."
"You don't know Gambit like I do," said Piotr with a light laugh.
"I'll take your word for it my Slavic friend," said Hank with a smile as he left for the other end of the infirmary where he was preparing Scott's quarters for when he arrived.
This left Colossus to sink into one of the chairs outside the room. Gambit appearing so abruptly at the institute was one of the last things that the Russian mutant had expected. And his cryptic words about Rogue only served to heighten his curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder…Who would want to kidnap Rogue? If they tried to kill Remy in the process, they must have meant business. But Piotr tried not to think of that at the moment as he merely let what happened sink in for now.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice young Kitty Pryde approach him with a worried look on her face.
"Peter…Are you going to be okay?" asked Kitty as she walked over and sat in the chair next to her tall Russian friend.
"Oh…Of course…I'll be fine. Hank says that Gambit will be okay. He just needs to rest," said Piotr as he turned to face the young girl.
There was a brief silence between them. Kitty could tell that he was still trying to make sense out of everything that had just happened and he was obviously worried for his Cajun friend.
"I never knew that you and Gambit were friends."
"Da, Remy was the only person I could ever connect with while I worked for Magneto," explained Piotr as he remembered the dark days he and Remy spent together under Magneto's watchful eye, "He was a good talker and had a good heart despite what most people may think of him."
"I'll take your word for it," said Kitty, who tried to reserve her judgment for the time being. "But who would do this to him? And why?"
Piotr shook his head. "I honestly don't know. Remy told me that he did have enemies…But he's in exile from New Orleans where most of these enemies reside. I don't see why they would want to hurt him when he's not causing them any harm. Someone else with a different motive did this to him…I'm sure of it. And it probably has something to do with Rogue."
"Rogue? Why her?" asked Kitty, not understanding why he would connect Gambit with Rogue, "Didn't he, like, kidnap her a year ago?"
"True…But Gambit always told me that he had a soft spot for that girl."
"You're kidding…" said Kitty, who couldn't help but find that somewhat humorous.
"I kid you not Katya," said Piotr with a grin, causing Kitty to blush like she always did when he called her 'Katya.' It was a nickname that she had come to treasure ever since she became friends with him. "Remy talked a lot about Rogue. He would muse over her like an obsessed fan over a celebrity. Trust me I've seen it. In fact, I would be willing to bet money that he ended up like this because he tried to protect her."
"You really think so?" Kitty said with as she moved in a little closer to her friend as he continued to muse over this strange new development.
"I know him Katya…I'm almost sure of it. I know it sounds hard to believe because neither you, nor the rest of the X-men trust him."
But Kitty soon cut him off and placed a hand on his large, muscular shoulder.
"But I trust you Peter," said Kitty, "And don't worry. The X-men will get to the bottom of this. And if Gambit's your friend, we'll help you. Remember Peter, you're part of the family here. And family help each other."
This finally got the Russian to smile, which caused Kitty to blush again. She tried to hide it, but she was always very bad at it and Piotr knew it.
"Thank you Katya. That really means a lot to me. I just hope that Gambit wakes up soon so we can get to the bottom of this."
Danger Room
Kurt dodged another laser blast as he went through the same high level acrobatics course he had been running ever since he learned that his sister had been kidnapped. Gambit had appeared at the instituted half dead, but he was alive enough to tell him that somebody took Rogue. And the only lead they had was the name 'Deathstrike,' which Gambit had given them just before he passed out. It made no sense and they wouldn't know anything else until the Cajun woke up. Either way it was very frustrating for Kurt and since there was nothing else he could do to help find Rogue, he decided to blow off some of his frustration in the Danger Room.
'Argh…Now I know how Logan feels,' groaned Kurt as the simulation stopped and he let out a heavy sigh.
He was about to start another run, when the doors suddenly opened and Wanda stepped into the vast metallic room.
"Blowing off some steam Fuzzy?" joked Wanda as she saw Kurt's demeanor, "Normally, I would expect something like this from Logan, not you."
"It helps me relax," responded Kurt in an uncharacteristically low tone.
"Well you sure don't look relaxed," quipped Wanda as she folded her arms, unsatisfied with Kurt's answer.
"I'm sorry," Kurt sighed, "It's just that…I just vant to be doing SOMETHING instead of just vaiting around vhile somebody has my sister."
Kurt's frustrations showed in his powerlessness to help Rogue when she needed it. Wanda moved in closer to her friend and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Kurt, there's nothing you could have done and you know it."
"I know, I know…" admitted Kurt, "But I feel as though I should be out there looking for her! And Jean too! Vhat good are ve doing just standing around here while two of our friends are missing?!"
Kurt was beginning to sound a bit hysterical as he thought about the safety of his friends. Being a boy who had grown up so alone, Kurt had always been very attached to those whom had seen him as more than just a freak that looked like a demon. Wanda could definitely relate, growing up in a similar way all alone with almost nobody there to help her when she needed it. It was one of the reasons why she and Kurt had become such good friends so fast. Of all the people in the institute, Wanda hung around Kurt and conversed with him the most. And seeing him like this was pretty hard for her to bear.
"Calm down Kurt. Rogue and Jean are fighters. Wherever they are, I'm sure they're okay," comforted Wanda as she tried to lift Kurt out of his stupor.
"I hope your right Vanda. I really do," sighed Kurt, feeling somewhat better from Wanda's words, "I just vish there vas something I can do."
Wanda couldn't help but smile at Kurt's concern for Rogue. They weren't even siblings by blood, yet he cared for her more than Pietro ever did for her…And they were twins. Ever since she had moved into the institute, she had noticed how much closer Kurt and Rogue were as siblings then she ever was with Pietro. She even had to admit that she was jealous of Rogue in some ways because she had something that she never was able to have with her so called 'family.'
"Rogue's lucky to have a brother like you," said Wanda as she gave her fuzzy friend a light smile.
Her gesture seemed to have a calming effect over Kurt as his gaze shifted back towards Wanda.
"I'm lucky to have sister like her…That's vhy I feel so awful that I couldn't help her."
"Well that's more than I could ever say for my 'brother,'" said Wanda, her words dripping with sarcasm, "I'm sure we'll save her. Until then, try to do something more constructive other than punishing yourself. This won't help you Kurt. Trust me…I know you."
"That you do fraulein…" admitted Kurt, knowing it was all too true.
Wanda then ran her hands through the soft fur on his face, gently teasing him in an effort to get him to cheer up. Through this, she managed to get him to smile somewhat, which helped assure her that she had succeeded in some small way.
New York HospitalOn the roof of the hospital Ororo was wheeling out Scott on a stretcher. His body had been seriously affected by something that had wrought undue havoc with his nervous system. The doctors said that it might take a few days of rest before he was back up and running, but Hank would need a look at that to be sure.
Xavier was keeping Scott calm with his mind as best as possible. He kept assuring Scott that everything was going to be alright and that they would find Jean. But as they neared the X-Jet, a figure was hiding on top of it. He wore a mostly red suit with black on in certain places and two dark circles over the eyes of the suit. He was also armed with guns and two Katanas. His name was Deadpool, the Merc with a mouth as he liked to call himself from time to time.
He had been hired anonymously to take out the guy on the stretcher. Usually he didn't like to kill young guys, especially helpless ones, but damn the money was just too good. As he saw some baldheaded guy in a wheelchair and some hot looking dark skinned woman with white hair, he figured they were the only ones here. 'Well that was their mistake.' He thought. He stood up and walked to the nose of the craft and drew his two hand guns from his hips.
"Alright lady and cripples, we have here a little inconvenience for you." He said aiming his guns at them.
"What? Who are you?" Demanded Xavier.
"Me Deadpool, you Mr. Clean. Why you writing a book?"
"We have done nothing to you! Why are you here?" Ororo demand this time, she didn't like the looks of this man.
"You're right about that hottess. Say is that a dye job or does the carpet match the drapes? How about you and me find out together?" Ororo was startled and was left open mouthed at that, but quickly gained her composure and glared at him. "No huh? Well can't say I blame you seeing as how I got paid to take out the kid there."
"You would murder someone in that kind of condition? Why? What had mutants done to you?" Xavier said to him. He quickly found that reason wasn't going to be an option here but he needed information.
"I just said, I'm being paid. God why does everyone think it's personal? Anyway look here Captain Picard, I'm here to take out the kid. You two I don't care about, unlike certain other mercs I could name." He coughed as couple of times and said the name Bulls-eye in them. "I don't like collateral damage if I'm not getting paid for it or if it's fun."
Xavier had had enough of this and tried to get into his mind, but the images there sent him reeling and screamed out placing his head in his hands. "Charles!" Ororo shouted out to him.
"Well looked like cue ball tried to get into my head, not a wise choice." He activated the laser sights and they placed themselves on Scott's forehead.
"NO!" Ororo's eyes turned white as a huge wind blew Deadpool off the plane, causing him to land on the ground, losing his guns in the process. "You will not hurt him." She said sternly.
"Oh I love a girl with spirit." He said smiling under the mask. A lightning bolt come from her, but she was surprised by his speed and agility as he rolled forward, dodging the bolt. He then came out of the roll punching her in the gut. "Sorry sweetness but, I got a job to do." He said before sending a knee to her chin, snapping her head back and she fell to the ground slightly stunned.
Then Deadpool felt a powerful force hit him in the side. Scott had woken up during the attack and was now leaning on his stretcher. "Where's Jean?" He demanded. He figured this man had to be linked to those that took Jean. Why else would he attack him?
"Sorry, there is no Jean at this address, please hang up and try again." Deadpool mocked him as he got up. He was feeling the pain of the burns on his body, he then felt another beam hit his ribs and felt a few snap.
"Wrong answer." He staggered forward and Scott knelt down and grabbed him by the collar. "Who hired you?"
"Please. I've seen scary kid, hell I've had people say 'Oh God it's him, Run!' when they've seen me and you ain't getting shit from me."
"Then let's take a look at who you really are." Scott said through the pain he was feeling and began to pull it off.
"I wouldn't do that." Deadpool said, but Scott had already taken it off and was horrified by what he saw. The man's face had no hair and it was all messed up. It looked like his skin was just one giant scab.
"Oh god." He said weakly nearly feeling the need to throw up.
"Yeah, I got a face not ever a mother could love. That is if I had one." Deadpool said right before head butting Scott in the face. He got up and pulled out a knife. "Time to end this." Then a lighting bolt struck his hand and he screamed out in pain as he dropped the knife and looked to see Ororo getting back up. "Oh come on! What is this tag team night?"
"If you don't surrender, I'll just keep hitting you with electrical bolts until you can't move! That wound should already take months to heal." She said trying not to flinch at the sight of his face.
"Ha! Try in a few minutes babe." He held up his hand and she was started to see it healing already. The only other people she knew that could heal that fast were Sabertooth and Logan. They were about to go again when the doors to the roof opened up and security guards came out with guns raised. "Who invited these yahoos?"
"I did." Xavier said still feeling a headache from trying to get into his head.
"Damn telepaths." Deadpool muttered. He considered his options and figured they weren't good. He wasn't the kind of person to just leave a job unfinished, but he knew when he was beat. "Well this has been fun, but I left the oven on. So hotness, how's about a second date sometime?" Before Ororo could say anything Deadpool reached to his belt and touched something as he disappeared in a glowing light. Just like that he was gone and it would take some time for Xavier to explain what had happened while Ororo looked after Scott, who was unconscious again.
Institute Backyard
Logan was standing under the gazebo overlooking the lake. The soft moonlight gently illuminated the water as it stretched over the horizon in an eerily smooth, glossy sheet. The gentle solitude that this sight offered allowed the confused former weapon to focus on the powerful scent that still hung strong in his head. Those cherry blossoms…Why were they making him feel so confused. Flashes of memories continued to surge through his head. They were brief, incoherent, and made little sense to him the more he saw them. It seemed that the longer he thought about it, the more it obsessed him. Again…He could hear the faint voice and see the fuzzy images of the memories that had been triggered with such fury.
'Logan…You'll come back for me…Won't you?'
'I promise you darlin'…I will come back.'
'But why must you go? Why not just stay here with me?'
'This is just something I have to do…
Logan shook his head as the images continued to flash before his mind's eye in an effort to stop the overwhelming emotions that seemed to be coming from these memories.
'Please understand…You know I must do this. And I will return…'
'Promise…Logan-san?'
'I promise…Yuriko.'
"ERRAAHHH!" yelled the Wolverine into the night as he clutched his head in agony.
"Logan!" came an urgent voice from behind.
Logan's mind suddenly stopped at the sound of the familiar voice of his long-time friend, Ororo Munroe, as he found himself finally snap back to reality. However, he struggled to break himself out of his state of mind as he continued to growl and fight the strange memories haunting his head.
"Logan, are you all right?" said a worried Ororo as she flew towards him and quickly approached the disturbed Wolverine.
As the scent of cherry blossoms was briefly overshadowed by the scent of the former weather goddess, Logan finally managed to calm himself.
"Yeah…" gasped Logan as he finally managed to catch his breath, "I'm fine."
"You certainly didn't look fine," said Ororo, still with a great deal of concern in her voice, "You looked as though you were having a seizure."
"It was nothing."
"Don't give me that Logan!" said Ororo in a more stern tone of voice, "I've seen you like this before. I know the signs! Don't think for a second that I don't!"
Normally, nothing would have kept Logan from storming off or walking away from such a situation. But he always found that so much harder with Ororo. Her scent and her concerned gaze were always hard for him walk away from and no other person on the world could have that effect on him. But at this moment, Logan was too confused to make sense out of any of this and truly didn't want to talk about it.
"Ro…I don't wanna talk about it…Okay?" said Logan in an adamant tone.
Strom just let out a frustrated sigh. If he wasn't going to tell her now, she wasn't going to push him anymore. But still…She couldn't help but feel curious as to what was causing his behavior, for she had a very bad feeling about it.
"Fine," Ororo conceded, "I'm sorry if I sounded harsh. I was just worried about you, that's all."
"It's okay Ro," said Logan as he turned back towards the lake and let out a deep, frustrated sigh.
They were both silent for a moment. "I heard about Rogue…Goddess I wish I knew what was happening." When they had returned they heard about Gambit showing up and that Rogue now was taken as well. It was all like a nightmare, everything was so peaceful and now it was all crumbling down.
"We all do Ro." Logan sighed still a little distracted.
Ororo noticed this and walked up beside him and looked over the lake with him. She couldn't help but wonder what was going through his head. She couldn't help but wonder what it was that caused him to react like that? She knew Logan better than almost anybody else and she knew that he never acted like that without a reason. But more often than not, it was difficult to get that reason out of him because of his fiercely independent nature.
"Just so you know…I came out to tell you that the Professor and I got Scott back to the mansion okay. We encountered some…Obstacles in doing so, but he'll be fine now. Hank assured us all of that."
"What kind of obstacles?" Logan asked hearing that and thought maybe the ones that took Jean and Rogue went after her as well. He looked closely and saw her holding her stomach a little a bit and his eyes narrowed he saw a small bruise on her chin and now he noticed a new scent, it was male but one he didn't know. "You alright?"
"Fine for the most part." She said to him. "The Professor is going to call a meeting with everyone and tell them all what's going on and what we know so far in a few hours."
"What about Jeannie and Rogue?"
"The Professor has already begun a search. He'll let us know if he finds anything. I just hope they're okay."
"They probably are. After all, I trained them and so did you. They can handle themselves," Logan assured, remembering what Hank had told him earlier.
"I hope your right Logan."
Both he and Ororo continued to watch over the lake in comfortable silence. Logan's gradually managed to gain control of the memories and now simply struggled to make sense of them now. Ororo's concern remained with Rogue and Jean, but she also kept worrying about Logan. She could read the expression on his face and could tell that he was still struggling with something. She wished that he would let her help him, but at the moment it seemed that he was stuck in his own mind right now. Not wanting to upset him any more, Ororo decided that it would be best if she left him for the time being.
"Well, I'll leave you be for now Logan. But whenever you feel ready to talk…You know that I, and everybody else at the institute for that matter, is here for you," said Storm as she turned to walk away.
"I'll keep that in mind…Thanks Ro."
With one last smile from the former weather goddess, Logan was once again alone and struggling with these strange memories. Ororo had helped him feel a little better, but it didn't change the overall feeling of confusion that he felt. Right now, he only wanted one thing…Answers. But every time he thought about them, one name kept echoing in his mind over and over again.
'Yuriko…' Hellfire ClubIn the office of Sebatian Shaw, the Inner Circle was gathered for a meeting. It was the usual stuff. Money, new memberships, political figures and other things. Then it turned to their new guest.
"So Selene, how is your little boy toy working out?" Harry Leland joked to her.
"I must say, he's doing surprisingly well. He has a very high pain threshold. It's going to take some time to break him." She said obviously enjoying the challenge. "I've already started on small electrical shocks and had a couple of the guards working him over a bit while I took a break. I made sure nothing was broken, but he'll be feeling the blows for some time. I left him hanging there for the night."
"Personally, my men would love a chance at him." Donald Pierce said angrily. "The Reavers didn't like the fact that he took out two of them and three more were in need of repair. Do you know how expensive cybernetics are?" He said angrily. He had taken the money from the two dead and spread it around to the others to help ease their complaints.
"That just shows how much of an asset he would be to us. I think he would make the perfect Black Knight." The others looked at him at that. Every position had certain duties. Rooks were the ones that were basically the foundation of the Inner Circles of the Hellfire Club households; Bishops were the financial and political heads. Queens were the one of the most powerful members and one of the highest ranks. Kings were just that, the head of the club like he was.
But Knights…Those were the enforcers of the Club. There weren't many due to the fact that Knights got their hands dirty and usually they were the ones with major power and strength, but with no goals to be Kings, something that was a rarity in the Circle since everyone had that ambition. They were also the ones that were the will of the Inner Circle, and none in the past had dared to get in their way.
"Now that's interesting." Jason Wyngarde smiled at that. "You really think he's perfect for that role?"
"I do, I also think once Tessa gives that Rogue woman an 'upgrade' I think she would be perfect for the role of Green Knight and the red head would be perfect red queen for us." Shaw grinned and leaned back in his very comfortable chair. "I also think it's time we gave the girls a little incentive to join us."
He looked over at Jason. "You think you can make them have those interesting dreams we discussed?"
Jason grinned at him and nodded. "Easily. I'll get started tonight."
"What do you have planned for those girls?" Harry the Black Bishop asked him getting amused. He knew full well the kind of things Jason could place in one's mind. He may not be able to read thoughts, but he could alter them, making you think, see or remember things differently.
Jason laughed. "Trust me, it will be extremely unpleasant for them."
Shaw nodded his head in approval. "Good, give them a few days of your special talents and let's see how well they fair against that."
NEXT UP CHAPTER 5: DARK THOUGHTS