Chapter 6

I had stood there, even after she had left. I had stood there, even as Peter tried to coax me back to my room. I had stood there, regardless of the arguements Scott and Storm had made. I had stood there.

I stood, unbelieveing, unbelieveing of myself, my actions. I stood, remembering my arguement with Rogue. I stood, thinking of my blatant ways. I stood.

"John," whispered a voice. A voice so sweet, it seemed to be dripping honey. "John."

I turned around, eager to know who that was. It seemed suspicious that anyone I didn't know would be calling me, but the voice, the voice sounded so overpowering. So compelling that the voice seemed to take control over my brain, my motor skills.

And as I walked, I felt my eyelids droop. The voice seemed so exhaustive, so determinative to make me follow. And I did. I followed the voice like a fool.


I groaned as I realized I was laying in some foul smelling rags, groaned as I realized I had no idea where I was.

"You were out like a light, little boy," hissed a voice far off near the door. "I thought you had died."

I held my head up and tried to see who it was. He had odd, green skin, and yellow-ish eyes. Wait... I remember something about this... I had heard Scott and Storm talking about a green skinned, yellow eyed mutant a while back...

"Holy shit."

Toad laughed, his voice penetrating the dank air. I had a feeling I was being held in a basement or a cellar, and once Toad hopped over, my suspicions were confirmed.

"Like your new home, John?" He laughed again, and hopped over to my other side. "Do you like basements? Do you like rats? I do."

I groaned again and slitted my eyes, concentrating hard on seeing anything in front of me. Maybe a few feet out if I was lucky."

The door slammed open, a towering man in a cape stepping in the doorway. "Stop irritating our guest, Toad. It's most unpleasant."

The man stepped down onto the stairs, rickety old ones that creaked every time he took a step. "I am Magneto, the leader of the Brotherhood. I presume you are comfortable here? We like to keep out Brothers happy."

I looked closer at him and realized it was some old man with gray hair, that dude that the Professor was always worrying about.

"What the hell, man, I hate this place. How the fuck did you get me here? Why am I here with this asshole? Who did that voice belong to? Why---"

He cut me off before I could ramble on with what I had been saying.

"Your questions will be answered later. Much later. For now, just enjoy the entertainment and please, excercise your power to the fullest extent. You will need it."

He left me laying in that pile of rags, Toad laughing next to me, and my suit all mussed up from all that had happened. And he left me with another question.

What the hell was he talking about?