A/N: Okay none of these characters are mine believe it or not. They belong to Marvel. But enjoy either way and be kind, R&R!!
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Chapter 18
Tabitha opened one of the glass doors to the thirty-story building. Her boss worked here at the law firm, but Tabitha wasn't a lawyer, she worked her bosses other jobs. Their boss was owner of the law firm, got to sit in the "big chair" as she liked to put it.
Tabitha hurriedly dragged Tarot into the elevator taking it to the top and saying nothing to Tarot, there were too many cameras to take the chance. Once it stopped she pulled Tarot out, the older girl used at her but she ignored it, wanting to explain the explosion of the card before her boss found out. She shuddered at the thought of being taken to the basement. She never seen what went on in there never had the courage, but she heard as she stood outside the door, heard the bone chilling screams that made her blood freeze in her veins and circulate the other direction until black dots danced in her vision and she thought her heart would escape her chest.
Tarot broke out of her grip opening the heavy wooden door. Tabitha bit her lip, they were supposed to knock first, everyone was suppose to knock unless they were favored. Tabitha and especially Tarot were not favored, chosen to be part of the group, but hardly loved by their boss.
Before she knew what was happening the door flew open to the point she thought it would fly off its hinge and a powerful force threw them in, causing them to land in a heap on the floor in front of the mahogany desk.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?" the voice yelled from behind the desk.
Tabitha opened her mouth to speak but no matter how tough she considered herself to be she wasn't tough enough to talk back and risk the basement.
"Chill boss," Tarot said, standing to her feet, brushing off her pants as if it were nothing. Tabitha was a little slower, moving more cautiously.
"Chill? You want me to chill?" she seethed, slamming her hand onto the desk.
Tabitha winced at the sound. "She made a mistake…we thought we saw Tristian."
Her bosses face seemed to relax, the blue eyes dimming from the fire that had been held in them only moments before. "Tristian…are you sure?"
"Not completely, we didn't get a good enough look at the guy. He disappeared before we could see."
She rubbed her temple with two fingers. "You're telling me you thought you saw Tristian but you aren't sure you saw him. So Tarot used her cards and caused a public disruption because of what could have been Tristian."
Tabitha wanted to say no, but she was on target and why wouldn't she be, she was a mind reader with the power to kill in a heartbeat. All she had to do was squeeze that right nerve and…Tabitha shook the thought from her mind. It wasn't hers. Her boss put it there with a cold smile on her face she knew it was true. "Well Tabitha?"
"Yes, ma'am," she nodded.
Her blue eyes flickered to Tarot. "Is that true Tarot? Or was it something more? Did you lose your temper and blow out with cards like you did last time when I sent Gambit and Tabitha out on a mission, you became pissed and blew stuff up…that was what…a week ago? You told me it wouldn't happen again, just like you did the time before that at the amusement park and the time before that at the mall or the traffic accident you caused, causing me many explanations and a chunk of money. If this comes back to me…," she leaned her head in her hands, getting a bigger headache.
"So I lost control, no one got hurt, big deal. You get upset over stupid shit," she told her.
Her hand clenched, "That's true, Tarot because you are stupid shit. I am getting tired of putting up with you."
"Did you just call me shit?" Tarot asked defensively, tensing herself. "You know what, you're nothing but a bitch and I'm sick of your little griup, you're a pain in my ass."
"And you're giving me a headache by annoying me," she said and the whole room tensed at her words, except for Tarot.
"Good, because you know what. I pulled the Death card and that can only mean one thing," Tarot said. "And that's that Tristian will die today."
Emma Frost smiled from behind her desk, moving a strand of blonde hair from her flawless face. "You're cards are only partially right, Tarot."
"Huh?" she frowned.
"Someone will die today," she raised her blue eyes up. "But it won't be Tristian." Her power flickered and Tarot gasped, grabbing her head as she sunk to her knees. Tabitha stepped back until she bumped into Remy who watched in horror as Tarot withered on the ground, in an unbearable amount of pain. A small cry escaped her throat as it was all she could manage, the pain cutting off her lungs.
Emma stood in front of her, "I'm not going to kill you though, Tarot. That's not my job."
She bent down and reached out, turning over one of the cards. It showed a creature surrounded in shadows, only its eyes could be seen, glowing in the shadow that surrounded it; the Dark card. "That's his job." She tapped a manicured nail on the card.
She touched Tarot's face. "I warned you not to piss me off…not to annoy me…you don't listen." She brought her eyes up, looking at the tall mutant, his skin whiter with a tinge of purple to it on parts of him. His yellow eyes flicked to her. "Pick her up Caliban." She stood to her feet as Caliban squatted down picking Tarot up with much ease.
"It's his time to eat," she brushed her hand in the air, the door opened. She looked at the rest. "Stay here, I'll be back and we can discuss things after we're a member short. I take it this is a lesson to you all." She turned her head to Caliban, touching his arm. "Come with me, we're taking a trip to the basement."
She left the room, the door closing behind her.
Remy patted Tabitha's arm. "You okay, cher?"
Tabitha nodded, her tough girl shield back up. "Yeah, I'm cool. I never liked the bitch much anyways," she took a seat in a cushioned chair. "She got on my nerves."
Remy sat next to her on another chair, shuffling his playing cards. His dark eyes staring at her, the irises glowing red. "She got on everyone's nerve."
"Just like Layla had," Cortez snorted.
"And Tom," Cane added, reading through a magazine.
"Don't forget all the people that worked here she didn't like," Stryfe put in. His human hand rubbing his metal robotic arm.
"'S long as I don't get on her nerve," Gambit shrugged, his eyes flicked back to Tabitha. "So…was it Tristian?"
She shrugged, "Don't know. Could have been," she rubbed her head. "Like I said, we only got a glance."
"But if it is him?" Cane raised his eyebrows.
Tabitha nodded, "Then we're in trouble."
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Chapter 18
Tabitha opened one of the glass doors to the thirty-story building. Her boss worked here at the law firm, but Tabitha wasn't a lawyer, she worked her bosses other jobs. Their boss was owner of the law firm, got to sit in the "big chair" as she liked to put it.
Tabitha hurriedly dragged Tarot into the elevator taking it to the top and saying nothing to Tarot, there were too many cameras to take the chance. Once it stopped she pulled Tarot out, the older girl used at her but she ignored it, wanting to explain the explosion of the card before her boss found out. She shuddered at the thought of being taken to the basement. She never seen what went on in there never had the courage, but she heard as she stood outside the door, heard the bone chilling screams that made her blood freeze in her veins and circulate the other direction until black dots danced in her vision and she thought her heart would escape her chest.
Tarot broke out of her grip opening the heavy wooden door. Tabitha bit her lip, they were supposed to knock first, everyone was suppose to knock unless they were favored. Tabitha and especially Tarot were not favored, chosen to be part of the group, but hardly loved by their boss.
Before she knew what was happening the door flew open to the point she thought it would fly off its hinge and a powerful force threw them in, causing them to land in a heap on the floor in front of the mahogany desk.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?" the voice yelled from behind the desk.
Tabitha opened her mouth to speak but no matter how tough she considered herself to be she wasn't tough enough to talk back and risk the basement.
"Chill boss," Tarot said, standing to her feet, brushing off her pants as if it were nothing. Tabitha was a little slower, moving more cautiously.
"Chill? You want me to chill?" she seethed, slamming her hand onto the desk.
Tabitha winced at the sound. "She made a mistake…we thought we saw Tristian."
Her bosses face seemed to relax, the blue eyes dimming from the fire that had been held in them only moments before. "Tristian…are you sure?"
"Not completely, we didn't get a good enough look at the guy. He disappeared before we could see."
She rubbed her temple with two fingers. "You're telling me you thought you saw Tristian but you aren't sure you saw him. So Tarot used her cards and caused a public disruption because of what could have been Tristian."
Tabitha wanted to say no, but she was on target and why wouldn't she be, she was a mind reader with the power to kill in a heartbeat. All she had to do was squeeze that right nerve and…Tabitha shook the thought from her mind. It wasn't hers. Her boss put it there with a cold smile on her face she knew it was true. "Well Tabitha?"
"Yes, ma'am," she nodded.
Her blue eyes flickered to Tarot. "Is that true Tarot? Or was it something more? Did you lose your temper and blow out with cards like you did last time when I sent Gambit and Tabitha out on a mission, you became pissed and blew stuff up…that was what…a week ago? You told me it wouldn't happen again, just like you did the time before that at the amusement park and the time before that at the mall or the traffic accident you caused, causing me many explanations and a chunk of money. If this comes back to me…," she leaned her head in her hands, getting a bigger headache.
"So I lost control, no one got hurt, big deal. You get upset over stupid shit," she told her.
Her hand clenched, "That's true, Tarot because you are stupid shit. I am getting tired of putting up with you."
"Did you just call me shit?" Tarot asked defensively, tensing herself. "You know what, you're nothing but a bitch and I'm sick of your little griup, you're a pain in my ass."
"And you're giving me a headache by annoying me," she said and the whole room tensed at her words, except for Tarot.
"Good, because you know what. I pulled the Death card and that can only mean one thing," Tarot said. "And that's that Tristian will die today."
Emma Frost smiled from behind her desk, moving a strand of blonde hair from her flawless face. "You're cards are only partially right, Tarot."
"Huh?" she frowned.
"Someone will die today," she raised her blue eyes up. "But it won't be Tristian." Her power flickered and Tarot gasped, grabbing her head as she sunk to her knees. Tabitha stepped back until she bumped into Remy who watched in horror as Tarot withered on the ground, in an unbearable amount of pain. A small cry escaped her throat as it was all she could manage, the pain cutting off her lungs.
Emma stood in front of her, "I'm not going to kill you though, Tarot. That's not my job."
She bent down and reached out, turning over one of the cards. It showed a creature surrounded in shadows, only its eyes could be seen, glowing in the shadow that surrounded it; the Dark card. "That's his job." She tapped a manicured nail on the card.
She touched Tarot's face. "I warned you not to piss me off…not to annoy me…you don't listen." She brought her eyes up, looking at the tall mutant, his skin whiter with a tinge of purple to it on parts of him. His yellow eyes flicked to her. "Pick her up Caliban." She stood to her feet as Caliban squatted down picking Tarot up with much ease.
"It's his time to eat," she brushed her hand in the air, the door opened. She looked at the rest. "Stay here, I'll be back and we can discuss things after we're a member short. I take it this is a lesson to you all." She turned her head to Caliban, touching his arm. "Come with me, we're taking a trip to the basement."
She left the room, the door closing behind her.
Remy patted Tabitha's arm. "You okay, cher?"
Tabitha nodded, her tough girl shield back up. "Yeah, I'm cool. I never liked the bitch much anyways," she took a seat in a cushioned chair. "She got on my nerves."
Remy sat next to her on another chair, shuffling his playing cards. His dark eyes staring at her, the irises glowing red. "She got on everyone's nerve."
"Just like Layla had," Cortez snorted.
"And Tom," Cane added, reading through a magazine.
"Don't forget all the people that worked here she didn't like," Stryfe put in. His human hand rubbing his metal robotic arm.
"'S long as I don't get on her nerve," Gambit shrugged, his eyes flicked back to Tabitha. "So…was it Tristian?"
She shrugged, "Don't know. Could have been," she rubbed her head. "Like I said, we only got a glance."
"But if it is him?" Cane raised his eyebrows.
Tabitha nodded, "Then we're in trouble."