A sexy grin appeared on Eve's face and she playfully glared at John. Pyro gave a smirk in delight and suddenly he was back first on the ground, laying flat as Eve pushed him down with her hand, though she barely laid her fingers on him. His face was wiped clean of any desires that he felt and he tried to pry free of her grip. She punched him in his mind.
"God damn it," he shouted at her. Eve shrugged her eyebrows, admiring her skill. "Let me go!" he demanded. NO! He winced. "Eve," he tried to act calm, but his anger was flaring, and his fists clenched, though they could only move inches. His whole body was frozen as Eve forced him to remain still. She kneeled down next to him, flipping her long hair out of her face. John had a moment of imagining her doing this to him in bed, but not here, with her face so hostile in the non-amusing way. She brought her face down to his, licking his lip with her tongue, winding it around temptingly. He flinched, and she grinned.
"Why does Magneto want me?" she asked, peering into his thoughts. He locked her out. "Why does Magneto want me!" She screamed more forcefully. John brushed back locks of hair.
"Let me go and I'll answer." Eve cocked an eyebrow. John scoffed. "If I try to runaway you can always stop me," he looked down at the posture of Eve hovering over him. "Besides, I like this position, just low—"
John flew back and Eve was standing about ten feet away from him. She offered her hand, but her face was hard, searching for answers. John brushed himself off, stifling a cough. He viewed Eve from the side, watching her wavering from foot to foot, her arms under her breasts, hugging her body in anticipation. John couldn't help but swoon at the way her dark blonde hair swept around her face, her pale cheeks and lips, all tempting and calling for him. Her eyes were what held him back, for they were daggers now, filling with fear and hatred at the same time, getting ready to strike at him. He licked his lips, pacing back and forth, flicking the lighter open and closed, thinking of what to do, what to say…
The blue Mystique stalked by in the hallway, looking once behind her. A smooth change of form and she sauntered into the open door, which slid shut behind her. Pyro stepped forth from the shadows, catching a flame to his hand and waving it back and forth from his palm to the top of his hand, a continued sweeping motion creating light in the dim, metal based hallway. Another laboratory, another deal. He was the just the guard to watch out for danger. But what did Magneto want. Mystique refused to open up, told Pyro nothing, now he was on his own and wanted to discover everything. He crept up to the door, craning an ear to hear. He checked over his shoulder twice and seeing no one in the hall, put his ear to the cold metal door. The lock next to him beeped and a re button came on, signaling that the door was locked. Pyro shook it off, for now he could hear a man's voice.
"Have you ever wanted more mutants on your side, more people to lead and to grab others with, to follow you in your mission Mr. Lensherr? Wouldn't it just be wonderful to have mutants just dropping at your feet?"
"Why yes it would," The rich voice of Eric boomed with strength and integrity and John realized that Mystique was playing in Magneto's role right now. "MY question for you is what do I have to do in exchange?" Pyro smirked, she mimicked her master perfectly. The silence made him realize that the other man was smirking at Eric/Mystique's sneaky attempt.
"Mr. Lensherr, nice try," he began with a fake friendly chuckle, "You thought you could get your prize right away. But, I can give you what you want," the man's voice became serious and at the same time quiet and Pyro leaned closer, stifling his ear into the metal. "There is something I want as well, something that I have been looking for in a long time. I know that you have heard of Xavier's School for gifted Youngster's, correct?" A pause, a nod from Mystique. "Then I assume you can get one of your men to return there, to look for someone, and tell me if the person is there. Once you give me the location of the mutant, I will give you your end of the deal."
"Sounds fair enough, but how do I know if I can trust you?" A folder of papers was thrown at Mystique. Pyro waited to hear words about what she was reading, but she remained silent, all knowing of Pyro's curiosity. "This is very interesting."
"This is what I will give you in return for the location of the mutant," the man replied with cunning ease. Mystique sighed deeply.
"Who is this mutant?" Eric asked.
"A girl actually, around eighteen years of age. She was a student at Xavier's when she was very young, before her mutant powers developed. Her parents feared the mutant pandemonium around them and left her there to die. However, whether it's plain luck or not, she actually developed telepathic powers. She has long since left the mansion and has been living with another scientist by the name of Nick Stellar, or Aqueous. I have not been able to find his location, he is under tight protection fro, the government. However, the man is not my concern, but rather the girl. Her name is Eve; her last name is unknown to me. Her codename, very genuine actually, seeing as how her powers have developed quite nicely if I might add, is Providence."
Pyro's mind went numb; he pushed himself away from the door and threw himself back to the wall. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving up and down. He looked at the door, hearing the muffled voices from within. He looked at the door square in the center of it and then walked away, down the hall. His leather jacket caught in the briskness of his walk, and his hand flashed out in front of it. A fireball blazed with fiery force, flaying in every direction as Pyro's anger went wild. It flew past the metal door, to where it slid open and a mutant stepped out. A human rather, altered by the damned man inside. Pyro flung the fireball at it and the mutant flew in the end of the hall, a huge commotion came from the room upon hearing the mutant slam into the wall, and Magneto stepped forth. Mystique gave a glare and Pyro just smiled.
The other man stepped out and the fire grew in might. He was taller, if not lean with a hard, scared face from war. He had short spiked hair and tight lips. His skin was dark from years of battlefronts. But there was one factor that made Pyro know exactly who the man was. He had a long scar running from his ear to his forehead, leaving a line of pale skin in his hair. Pyro glared at the man. But Magneto stepped up to him with ease. Pyro knew where the wound came from, and had a deep desire to complete it.
"This is our new ally, Pyro, respect him and listen to him," Mystique flashed her eyes and the yellow wolf like hue made Pyro calm slightly. "Come, we have some other business to accomplish." He placed the folder in John's hands. John stared down at it, pocketing his lighter. He looked up once more at Breaker.
"This is your master plan," he scoffed. Breaker smiled, placing his hands folded in front of him like a true soldier.
"She can accomplish more than you know," he whispered…
"Who wants me John," Eve demanded. John fingered his lighter.
"It's not Magneto and none of it is his fault," he said in truth. Eve glared harder at him. "I'd kill him if I could, but the deals too tight now." Eve's glare died as her mind went to work. "He wants you and he'll do anything to get you. I was told to watch you, but…" John frowned, knowing that what he said now could kill him later. "I'm here to try and stop him."
"Oh god," Eve whispered. Her mind went blank, she couldn't think clearly. Her mind blurred, with voices of others, memories that she regretted and still haunted her. Her knees buckled and she tumbled down to the ground, rocking back and forth and knuckling tears from her eyes. John came down next to her. Strands of hair covered her face, stuck to her lips. John attempted to brush it away but she pulled back and looked him straight in the face. "It's him…isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is," John said gruffly. Eve swore under her breath. "It's Breaker."
Xavier wheeled around his desk, talking to a group of kids about the meaning of evolution, a series of lectors that always brought new meaning to him. He watched all of the children carefully, checking into their minds every so often to make sure they comprehended what he was trying to example. One of the students in his classroom was Bobby Drake. The young man hung in the back, his arm around the young girl Marie. They listened intently, nodding every once in awhile and sharing notes and opinions to themselves about what Xavier said. The Professor smiled, thankfully that his message was able to get across to some students. Marie looked up as Xavier laid his gentle yet stern eyes on her and she gave a small smile. Xavier continued talking, unaware of the growing disturbance in the back of his mind.
Suddenly the feeling of distress was too much. He broke in his sentence and s3ensed Eve running down the hall, a brisk John following after. In the hall they together attracted many students, even Scott and Logan, who Eve almost ran into as the large man came up from the lower level of the mansion. Xavier ignored but sent a quick message to remain calm and as Eve approached the door to his room, she slowed and listened in. A few minutes passed and then Xavier excused his students. Eve didn't wait another second and came into the side door of his office.
"Professor," she began in a belligerent tone. Rogue and Bobby were some of the last students to leave and at the sound of her voice halted and turned around. Bobby came back into the room in curiosity, a nervous Marie following after. John entered smoothly through the door, cowering in the corner. Eve sensed him but kept her back on him. "How come you didn't tell me about Breaker?" The question was asked just as Logan and Scott entered the room. Scott gave the Professor a defeated sigh.
"Eve," he tried. Eve spun around and faced the man. His hard cheekbones were tight as he clenched his jaw; his red visor glinted in the sun that polled through the room. Logan mimicked John and hung back in the corner, eyeing the younger mutant with his arms crossed, his large muscles bulging through the beater that he wore. "We—"
"You obliviously didn't attempt to do anything about it. If Breaker comes here not only am I in danger," Eve looked up to Marie and Bobby. "But every other student here too." Bobby froze and grabbed Rogue's gloved hand.
"Wait," he said calmly, though his voice was heavy with fear. "Breaker knows where she is."
"Yes," Eve said, her voice growing in argument. Scott gave a pleading look to the Professor. Xavier sighed deeply, trying to quiet Eve through his mind, but he girl was too headstrong and quick to let him stop her. "Xavier, you knew about this, you sensed and didn't tell me."
"Because I knew that this would happen," Xavier tried to explain.
"Of course, he wants me Professor. If you would have told me I could have gone back to Aqueous, Breaker doesn't know Nick's location."
"Yes, I could have," Xavier's voice for some miracle reason had still remained calm and still, quiet almost to the way Eve was shouting. "But that would be just one more mutant who would be caught in a conflict that isn't necessary. I don't want to jeopardize Nick and Jackie's lives. Do you?" The question lingered the air, Eve was struggling to contain her anger at the Professor once again. Scott sensed it and licked his lips, clenching his jaw even more. Bobby and rogue hung back, unable to say anything, and John smirked a little at Eve's fire. Logan was the only one whose head swiveled in confusion to each person, begging for an answer with his frown.
"Excuse me a second," he said, unwilling to stay quiet now even if the others wanted him to. "Who is this Breaker?" All heads turned to face Logan. The wolverine glanced at them all with a cocked eyebrow. Eve's face was the shocked of them all. Her mouth hung open and her eyes clashed at him in fury.
"Why do you of all people ask that question?" she snipped. Logan seemed taken aback by the statement, but his face lost none of its cool. Xavier swiveled his wheelchair to face Eve. Eve, don't bring it up!
"What do you mean?" Logan replied. Eve took a breath of disbelief.
"How can you not remember, you were there…"