A/N: I know the chapters are short. Believe me, I want to make them a lot longer but for some reason my computer won't upload it if its more than 4 pages. So just bear with me and enjoy. Its going to be getting a lot better.
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Chapter 32 – Cold Fire
Emma stared outside the large deadlight window of her office, watching the sun sink into the blood red sky. Her ice eyes took in the scenery of the city below, staring at the ruby and diamond lights of traffic, the people crossing the busy streets below, the florescent light of buildings across the way. She let out a sigh, rubbing her jaw, wishing she could spot Tristian this way. Where was he hiding at? Where could he be? She had to find him, she needed him, she needed what he had. But she couldn't reach him, he was too powerful for her and that was actually what she wanted, his power.
But no amount of her telepathy or psionic ability could help her find him. When it came to Tristian, he was too much. She had seen what he was capable of years ago when she eliminated a little factor in his life. It was going so perfectly then to until he found out. That's where it all went wrong. He found out her plan and what she had done to Bonnie, that bitch had ruined everything. She had figured out Emma's plan, planned o warn Tristian. So Emma was forced to take matters into her own hands and sent Emplate after her, setting it up to look like a group of unruly mutants.
Her plan was foiled again when Tristian discovered the truth. She thought she was done for, he was going to kill her for it and nothing could stop him…but he ran, abandoning his name; Death. Apparently he had too much of it on his conscience and that was his problem. He couldn't kill cold-blooded like she could. He couldn't end someone's life without thinking twice, without putting feelings into the factor. He lost his chance. He should have killed her when he could.
The door opened behind her, Emma didn't bother to turn around, she knew who it was without seeing. Only one person held that much confidence in their walk while in her prescience, their arrogance thicker then the smog in that covered the city in the morning. Fabian Cortez was both a mastermind of power and a complete idiot, taking himself to the head.
"Anything of interest for me Fabian?" she asked, eyes on the blood red sky, wishing it was Tristian's blood she was spilling.
"Some thing you might like. Took me long enough to find even a trace. There wasn't much left of the images that were in Tarot's head after Emplate was done with her," he reported, standing with his feet spread apart, hands clasped in front of him, a file in one hand.
Emma turned around, her ice eyes focused on Cortez's dark ones. He was trying to intimidate her with his pose, head tilted up, chin out. She could laugh, he was no match. She gave him a smile, "May I see the file?"
"What's it worth it to you?" he gave her a cold grin.
Caliban growled from his corner in the shadows. Cortez's eyes flickered to the spot and Emma caught the slightest trace of fear mixed in his cloud of arrogance.
With a smile and her blue spheres locked on Cortez she spoke to him, "Hush, my pet." Caliban immediately became quiet, but his yellow eyes could be seen from the shadows, still locked on Cortez. "He's harmless right now, I assure you," she held out a pale hand. "The file Cortez."
He gave a deep sigh of irritation and handed her the beige envelope. Emma took it and traced her fingers around the cream colored edges before walking back to her desk and taking a seat. Caliban's long form crawled over and crouched near her legs, still watching Cortez attentively. She absentmindedly touched his bald head, scratching lightly behind his ears, Caliban relaxed and growled softly.
With her free hand Emma opened the folder. Only one sheet of paper was there. A report, along with a picture. It was a teenager boy, restless dark eyes, slicked brown hair, his attitude present on his face. She smiled, her kind of mutant.
"This boy was in her head," she stated, not looking up from the picture.
"Yes, his was one of the few clear images we could find. We did checks on them all, he's the only mutant we could find."
"And there's a connection?" she looked up.
"He was in the same store Tristian was found in, Tabitha confirmed it after seeing the photo," he told her, arms folded in front of him.
"Where is this boy at," she tapped a manicured nail against the photo.
"He attends a private school in a secluded area of New York," Cortez told her.
She smiled, "Bring in Remy and Alex, I have a mission for them."
His face fell, "But I assure you. I can do any errand you wish."
"Then go get Gambit and Havoc," she ordered him, glaring at him. "You know what happens if you annoy me."
He let out a deep breath, "As you wish, Frost." He spun on his heel, slamming the door a little harder than necessary behind him.
"Let me kill him," Caliban hissed, standing to his full height of 6'8'. He clenched his fists, she imagined it hurt with his long talons digging into his palms. She ran her cream colored hand down his pale white arm, his skin lightly tinged purple from the bioengineering he had been through years ago.
"Soon, pet, soon,' she told him, feeling him relax under her touch. He nodded, sitting back down in his cushioned chair in the corner. Emma smiled, leaning back in her own chair, grabbing the photo and putting her feet up on her desk.
She traced the face in the photograph, her smile growing and blue eyes shimmering with her plan as she stared at John Allerdyce.
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MORE TO COME!!!! LOVE TO HEAR ANY IDEAS OR COMMENTS YO HAVE.
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Chapter 32 – Cold Fire
Emma stared outside the large deadlight window of her office, watching the sun sink into the blood red sky. Her ice eyes took in the scenery of the city below, staring at the ruby and diamond lights of traffic, the people crossing the busy streets below, the florescent light of buildings across the way. She let out a sigh, rubbing her jaw, wishing she could spot Tristian this way. Where was he hiding at? Where could he be? She had to find him, she needed him, she needed what he had. But she couldn't reach him, he was too powerful for her and that was actually what she wanted, his power.
But no amount of her telepathy or psionic ability could help her find him. When it came to Tristian, he was too much. She had seen what he was capable of years ago when she eliminated a little factor in his life. It was going so perfectly then to until he found out. That's where it all went wrong. He found out her plan and what she had done to Bonnie, that bitch had ruined everything. She had figured out Emma's plan, planned o warn Tristian. So Emma was forced to take matters into her own hands and sent Emplate after her, setting it up to look like a group of unruly mutants.
Her plan was foiled again when Tristian discovered the truth. She thought she was done for, he was going to kill her for it and nothing could stop him…but he ran, abandoning his name; Death. Apparently he had too much of it on his conscience and that was his problem. He couldn't kill cold-blooded like she could. He couldn't end someone's life without thinking twice, without putting feelings into the factor. He lost his chance. He should have killed her when he could.
The door opened behind her, Emma didn't bother to turn around, she knew who it was without seeing. Only one person held that much confidence in their walk while in her prescience, their arrogance thicker then the smog in that covered the city in the morning. Fabian Cortez was both a mastermind of power and a complete idiot, taking himself to the head.
"Anything of interest for me Fabian?" she asked, eyes on the blood red sky, wishing it was Tristian's blood she was spilling.
"Some thing you might like. Took me long enough to find even a trace. There wasn't much left of the images that were in Tarot's head after Emplate was done with her," he reported, standing with his feet spread apart, hands clasped in front of him, a file in one hand.
Emma turned around, her ice eyes focused on Cortez's dark ones. He was trying to intimidate her with his pose, head tilted up, chin out. She could laugh, he was no match. She gave him a smile, "May I see the file?"
"What's it worth it to you?" he gave her a cold grin.
Caliban growled from his corner in the shadows. Cortez's eyes flickered to the spot and Emma caught the slightest trace of fear mixed in his cloud of arrogance.
With a smile and her blue spheres locked on Cortez she spoke to him, "Hush, my pet." Caliban immediately became quiet, but his yellow eyes could be seen from the shadows, still locked on Cortez. "He's harmless right now, I assure you," she held out a pale hand. "The file Cortez."
He gave a deep sigh of irritation and handed her the beige envelope. Emma took it and traced her fingers around the cream colored edges before walking back to her desk and taking a seat. Caliban's long form crawled over and crouched near her legs, still watching Cortez attentively. She absentmindedly touched his bald head, scratching lightly behind his ears, Caliban relaxed and growled softly.
With her free hand Emma opened the folder. Only one sheet of paper was there. A report, along with a picture. It was a teenager boy, restless dark eyes, slicked brown hair, his attitude present on his face. She smiled, her kind of mutant.
"This boy was in her head," she stated, not looking up from the picture.
"Yes, his was one of the few clear images we could find. We did checks on them all, he's the only mutant we could find."
"And there's a connection?" she looked up.
"He was in the same store Tristian was found in, Tabitha confirmed it after seeing the photo," he told her, arms folded in front of him.
"Where is this boy at," she tapped a manicured nail against the photo.
"He attends a private school in a secluded area of New York," Cortez told her.
She smiled, "Bring in Remy and Alex, I have a mission for them."
His face fell, "But I assure you. I can do any errand you wish."
"Then go get Gambit and Havoc," she ordered him, glaring at him. "You know what happens if you annoy me."
He let out a deep breath, "As you wish, Frost." He spun on his heel, slamming the door a little harder than necessary behind him.
"Let me kill him," Caliban hissed, standing to his full height of 6'8'. He clenched his fists, she imagined it hurt with his long talons digging into his palms. She ran her cream colored hand down his pale white arm, his skin lightly tinged purple from the bioengineering he had been through years ago.
"Soon, pet, soon,' she told him, feeling him relax under her touch. He nodded, sitting back down in his cushioned chair in the corner. Emma smiled, leaning back in her own chair, grabbing the photo and putting her feet up on her desk.
She traced the face in the photograph, her smile growing and blue eyes shimmering with her plan as she stared at John Allerdyce.
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MORE TO COME!!!! LOVE TO HEAR ANY IDEAS OR COMMENTS YO HAVE.