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Authors Note: Okay, this is the chapter I introduce Isabelle in, and I'm going to give you a warning: There is nudity in this chapter, and a mention of sex. I don't like reading sex stuff so I'm not gonna write in specifics but just to warn you, it is mentioned. You were forwarned.
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They had thrown him, almost literally, into what appeared to be a cell with nothing but a metal-frame bed. There was no toilet, no sink, no window, only a bed. But Mortimer didn't care. All he wanted to do was lay down and regain the energy he had lost from the immense, stabbing pain from an hour before hand. He knew that he had to figure out a way to get back to Isabelle before those... freaks... came back and put him through more pain.
The door opened to reveal a man with steel grey hair and wearing a deep crimson shirt and dress pants. He looked like he could rule the world and was probably trying to do so. Mortimer couldn't quite place it but he felt that he had seen this strange man before somewhere.
"Welcome, brother. If all goes well you are now part of a superior race to humans." The man said haughtily.
"What're you talking about?" Mortimer demanded. "Listen, I'm the owner of a very powerful and very rich company. If it's a ransom for me you want then all I need is a phone and I'll get it for you straight away." Mortimer said, going straight into what Isabelle called 'lawyer mode'. The man simply laughed.
"If you wish to go home, then all you need is ask. But my people will be looking in on you every once in a while to ... check ... on you." The man said with an evil grin.
"I demand to be taken back to my house right now." Mortimer snarled at the man. Mortimer walked right up into the man's face and glared up at him. The man was a few inches taller than Mortimer, as he had never been very tall.
"As you wish. Mystique will take you in one of our helicopters." The man said. He motioned behind him, to where the blue woman from before was standing. Mortimer quietly glared at the man as he followed the woman away towards what he figured to be the hanger bay.
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Mortimer hadn't even thought about looking back at the helicopter as he ran up to his large house from the lawn where the helicopter had landed. He didn't think to wonder how they had known where he lived, and why they had chosen him to inject with whatever had been injected into his system. All he could think about was going to Isabelle and enveloping her into his arms and telling her that he loved her with all his heart. One thing that the terrorists had shown him was how short life was and that he didn't tell her that enough.
"Isabelle?" Mortimer called out. His voice didn't echo in the large room due to the multitude of furniture occupying the hallways and rooms. Isabelle loved furniture and arranging it and he didn't tell her to stop, as she needed something to occupy her time. So she decorated the large house they lived in.
An elderly maid walked up to him with a pleasant grin on her face.
"The missus is taking a swim in the pool, sir. Would you like me to go and get her?" The maid asked happily. Mortimer shook his head quickly.
"No, I'll go to her. Thank you." Mortimer said. He was going to walk away before a thought crossed his mind. That lady had been his maid since he was a child and he had never properly thanked her for taking care of him when no one else had been able to. Yet he didn't even know her name.
He turned around quickly to find her just starting to walk away. She stopped when she saw he had turned back around and looked at him with polite curiosity on her face.
"Is there something else, sir?" The lady asked.
"Yes. What's your name? Your first name?" Mortimer asked.
"Susan, sir." The lady, Susan, said. Mortimer reached into his pocket and found three hundred-dollar bills there. He quickly took one and handed it to her before enveloping her into a quick hug.
"Thank you for always being there for me, Susan. It means a lot." Mortimer said to her quietly before letting her go and running off towards the pool. She stood there for a few minutes trying to comprehend what had just happened before deciding that Mortimer had been hit on the head while he was out and wasn't in his right mind before going back to her chores.
Mortimer got to the pool quickly, to find Isabelle swimming in it without any clothes on. He knew that she loved doing this and it was the main reason he had gotten the pool, so that if she wished she could swim naked without fear of anyone she didn't trust seeing her.
Without a second thought Mortimer pulled off his shoes and jacket and jumped in. He knew that he had scared her but she just laughed when she saw it was him.
"Morty! You're home early, how wonderful! But your suit, it's going to get ruined!" Isabelle exclaimed. She swam over to him and pulled him in close to her and gave him a kiss.
"I'll just take it off then." Mortimer said, stripping in the pool. He took off all his clothes except his underwear and threw them onto the pool deck.
"Now why are you wearing your underwear? Where's the fun in that?" Isabelle grinned. Mort raised an eyebrow at her as she dunked her head underwater and started pulling his underwear off of him. She did it slowly, coming up once for air and to give Mortimer a dirty look and another kiss. When she finally had them off she just let them drift to the bottom of the pool.
They embraced each other and thanked the lord above that the maids had cleaned the rooms facing the pool this morning, so that they could take their time with their 'swim' and be in the water for as long as they wanted.
When they were done 'swimming' they realized that they had no towels so they just decided to share Mortimer's clothes. Mortimer swam down and collected his boxers, noticing that he was having no trouble holding his breath underwater or getting to the bottom of the pool. But he didn't give it a second thought and figured it was just because he had started working out lately.
They walked into the house, wearing a mix of wet and slightly dry clothing, with Mort wearing his white dress shirt and boxers and Isabelle wearing his pants and coat. They made their way with guilty smiles on their faces as they passed many maids on their way to their bedroom to get proper clothes to wear. No matter how hard they both tried neither could stop smiling.
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They lay in their bed, both wearing pajamas, leaning on their sides and looking at the other. Questions ran though both of their heads and both were happy to let the questions run rampant as long as the other was there.
"What put you into such a good mood today, Morty?" Isabelle asked him, using her pet name for him.
"I met someone that made me think about things and that I didn't appreciate you enough." Mortimer said quietly, pulling Isabelle close to him.
"Who did you meet?" Isabelle asked. She looked curious as she knew that Mortimer didn't enjoy meeting new people.
"I'm not sure of his name but I know I've seen him somewhere before. But he isn't important, what is is that you know that no matter what happens I'll always love you." Mortimer whispered in Isabelle's ear. Isabelle smiled and pulled Mortimer's mouth up to hers and held it there until they both needed to pull away to breathe.
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The next Morning Mortimer woke up early, and decided to go and take a shower. He collected up some clean underwear and his bath robe and went to the bathroom across the hall. The sun was just barely rising and no one else was up yet, just the way Mortimer liked it.
He started the water and pulled his pajama's off before stepping into the large shower that could easily fit three different people showering at once. He let the water fall over him as he closed his eyes and thought back to what he and Isabelle had done in the pool. He made a mental note that they should do that more often as he reached for the shampoo. He opened his eyes to get it and what he saw almost made him shout in fright. But he managed to keep quiet and reach for a washcloth.
The skin on his arm was starting to turn green.
He tried to scrub the colour away, hoping that maybe it could be washed away. But nothing happened no matter how hard he scrubbed and no matter what soap he used. He jumped out of the shower stall to a cabinet and try to find some more soap, when a thought crossed his mind. He ran to the mirror over the sink and rubbed away a small circle of the steam to look at his face.
His eyes had turned a deep yellow colour, and the green colour on the skin of his arm was on his skin where his hair was. The roots of his hair had turned from a simple dark brown to a swamp mud colour and he could see the green colour on the back of his neck.
Mortimer couldn't help but feel panic starting to set in as he started to remember what the blue lady, Mystique, had injected into him. Somehow she had caused this and the first thing he could think of was that she could undo it too.
He quickly turned the water off and ran to get dressed before Isabelle or anyone else woke up. He needed to get out of there, as soon as possible, so that no one could see him like this. If they did his reputation would be ruined. No one would take orders from a mutant. Especially in a company that was vocally against mutants and for mutant registration.