X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall
Chapter One Hundred Forty Eight
Author's Word: Hi, Fam. I hope everyone is enjoying this three day weekend. Alright, so we all know what everyone is talking about. Wooo, new X-Men movie. Ra, ra, ra, yah, yah, yah! However, I myself will not be seeing this film for quite a long time. The main reason is because I have been writing this story since First Class came out (whoa…) and I don't need new concepts to ruin what is taking place within Rise or Fall. So I'm going to have to ask all of you not to do that thing. You know, that thing. As in that thing where you ask me if I'm going to do "A, B, and C" because those events occurred within the new movie. I'm not seeing the new movie right now, I'm not interested in being "canon" (does that word even carry validity on this site?) with the new movie, and I pretty much don't desire details from the new movie. Putting that out there, I'm off to the carnival! Please enjoy and review!
"Over ten thousand parking spaces." Cordelia rolled over in bed with a dreamy expression on her face. "Can you even imagine it?"
"Forget the garage," Angel laid stomach down with bare feet dangling in the air, "what about all those stores? I have never been anywhere like that. How are we going to have time to hit all of them?"
"Hmm." Cordelia considered a solution. "We'll skip hats and scarves."
"What about sunglasses?"
"Let's not be barbaric." Cordelia reclined comfortably at the head of her bed. "But we better tucker out before the brother-in-law sends out a mental reminder."
Angel concurred and settled down on her own rollaway bed as Cordelia clicked off the lamp on the night table between them.
Unsure of exactly how long she had been asleep, Angel promptly picked up on the slight creak that seemed to ring throughout the formerly silent space. Light from the hallway poured in and her body grew stiff at the shadow that lingered over them. Heart ready to escape her chest, she remained perfectly still until the footsteps departed and the door closed again.
Reacting to the sudden heavy breathing, Cordelia blindly reached around and got the reading lamp back on. Adjusting her eyes, she glanced over at the ill-at-ease and practically shivering girl on the other mattress.
"Angel?" She immediately moved over to her. "What's wrong?" She cupped her cheek, heavy concern filling her blue eyes. "Are you okay?"
The longer haired girl got out, "Someone was in here. They were standing right over us."
"What?" Cordelia then realized it. "It was probably just Erik. He always checks in on us at night. You've probably just slept through it before."
"Oh…" Angel stared downward, rubbing her arm. "Right."
Cordelia followed her gaze. "There's something else, isn't there? You can tell me, Angel. You can tell me anything."
Angel released a short breath as she faced her again. "My mom got involved with this dude. He didn't want to keep his hands to himself."
"She didn't do anything about him?"
"I didn't even bother telling her. I knew something wasn't right even before they got married, but she wasn't trying to listen. She'd have done anything just to say she had a man." Angel shrugged. "So I took off. Feels like that's all guys want me for."
Cordelia stroked at her hair. "You know the X-Men are nothing like that, right?"
"Mmhm," Angel nodded. "But it's hard to just shake it off. Usually men are nice to me just for that. But Erik and Charles… they didn't want it from me. I thought—" She sighed heavily. "I didn't know what to think. I didn't know if they were up to something with that or what."
"Not them," Cordelia stated without hesitation. "Not ever. Charles is one of the main reasons I came here. I know what it's like to run from something, though nothing like what you've had to go through. And I definitely know about making the wrong decisions. I used to take anti-depressants for kicks and turned on my family with my powers during a particularly bad high. Then I made myself sick fasting for gymnastics."
"After what your mom did," heavy disgust sounded clearly in Angel's voice, "while you were in that house, that's the least you could've done. I'd have gone wild."
Cordelia looked surprised but not unhappy. "Dri told you about that?"
Angel said, "We talk a little and she knows I'm not running to the tabloids."
"Well, you can talk to me about anything." Cordelia then felt the need to mention, "And since this is the last weekend you'll be here for a while, which I'm still vehemently protesting by the way, you'll have to make abusive level use of the telephone."
Angel breathed a laugh. "You're one-of-a-kind pure fabulous, Glim."
"Feel free to have posters printed featuring those exact words." Cordelia wrapped an arm around her. "Think you can sleep?"
Angel nodded. "Thanks, Cordy."
They shared a small hug before Cordelia transferred back over to her bed. As she turned off the light, she reached over for Angel's hand to offer a comforting squeeze.
IIIIIII
Both hands on her back to help support her very round abdomen, Emma made her way into the kitchen on soft ivory slippers.
Kayla glanced back from loading up the dishwasher. "You just missed the barrage of X-Girls stampeding through."
"That explains the cereal feast." Emma noted the numerous colorful boxes left out on the island.
"They practically inhaled it," Kayla recollected. "They are so ready to get out to that Jersey mall."
"Well, it is Westfield Garden State Plaza," Emma said importantly. "I would go myself," she slid hands down her stomach, "but this little man doesn't respond well to crowded gallerias."
"I'm not going, either." Kayla shut the door to the dishwasher and came closer towards the blonde. "If I do, I'm certain to commit the reckless act of purchasing." She then suggested, "But what do you say we take the opportunity to spend the better part of the day sampling a buffet of chocolate and other forbidden caloric enrichment? Maybe throw in pedicures."
Emma smiled, one hand remaining at her front. "I think all three of us are in favor."
IIIIIII
"Papa," Becky skipped inside through the halfway open door, "I'm all ready."
Sending her a smile, Erik brought up, "You've been ready since last night. Just give me a moment, please." He continued adjusting his tie in front of the mirror. "Do you remember what I told you yesterday?"
"I know." Becky took a seat on the edge of his bed, watching him. "Don't wander away from your sight for even a second."
"Correct." Getting into his navy suit jacket, he walked over and lifted her into his arms. "Off we go now."
Down in the foyer, Raven rocked Kiki in her hold while the three teenage girls chattered amongst themselves about the day ahead.
The mutated blonde kissed one of her daughter's teeny hands. "She still feels clammy to me."
"She's shown nothing but a mild fever these last two days," Hank reminded. "She even has most of her energy back already."
Raven hummed with uncertainty. "I don't know. Maybe I should just…"
"Now now, Mommy," Hank took the three-year-old into his own clutch, "we are going to be fine here. Aren't we, Baby Bear?" He tickled her chin, producing a giggle that made Raven smile.
Maya glanced up as the Lehnsherrs descended the stairs and frowned in mock displeasure. "Hey, no fair." She indicated herself and Raven. "No one told us about the matching up thing."
Angel and Cordelia both wore crisp white pants with V-neck tops and sweaters in baby pink and canary yellow respectively. Becky had on an ankle length dress the same shade of blue as Erik's suit with a light purple turtleneck similar in coloring to his collared shirt. Maya stood in a green and white long sleeve shirt with khakis while Raven wore a red blouse with black pants and leather jacket.
"That's okay," Raven defended, "we can get a hundred matching styles at the mall. We could go all jungle themed with some cropped tigress and cheetah print."
"Over my very decaying flesh," Erik chimed in.
Maya laughed then mused, "Though that would be some welcome home gift for Sean."
Hank raised an eyebrow, "Maya Patterson," while masking most of his amusement.
Raven grinned cutely. "We better get going before all the annoying grabby chicks get there. That's our job." She leaned over to kiss Kiki's cheek. "Mommy'll bring you something back. Have a great day."
Kiki kissed her back. "Bye, Mama."
"Have fun," Hank encouraged.
"Have I thanked you ladies for giving me the honor of acting as your pack mule for your many purchases?" Erik raised.
"Don't be silly, Erik," said Cordelia. "You're not going along as a mere pack mule."
"That's right," Raven seconded. "You're also our chauffer."
Erik snapped his teeth her way as their group started for the garage.
"I want to sit by you, Papa," Becky told him.
"You know that's where your big sister goes." Erik kissed her head and placed her in the second row seat to the left. "You stay right behind Papa."
Raven went to her usual place when eldest lady present in the passenger's seat while Maya sat behind her next to Becky. Angel and Cordelia happily took the third row. Once all were securely buckled, Erik started the X-Van up and out of the garage.
As soon as daylight hit them, all thoughts of the front seat left Becky's mind. Her attention went to the window, the excitement of going out filling her to overflowing proportions.
Raven toyed with the radio. When she landed on Surfin' USA, the five-girl chorus immediately sang along with it.
A smile tugged at Erik's features, the song reminding him of a certain surfer he knew.
IIIIIII
Ball in his possession, Alex had to carefully bat the eager bitty hands that attempted to climb him for it.
"Trav, hold on a minute. We have to get away from the house." He brought them further across the lawn away from any windows. "Okay, this should be good. Let's play some football."
"Yay!" Trav jumped up and down enthusiastically as Alex finally dropped the ball into his waiting hands.
"Joe, come on," Alex called over.
"Not right now, Al," the smaller blonde declined, continuing to sketch in his pad while snuggled warmly in his father's lap.
Alex shrugged then yelled out for, "Wolverine, Eye Screamers, come on! Hustle up."
"You're on, Marlon Blondo." Logan jogged over with Scott and Frank from the basketball court.
"You, too, Cody," Alex invited.
"I'm busy." The child in question currently worked on a defensive stance.
"Give me a rain check, too, Alex." Leon observed Cody a moment as the boy performed a spin kick. "Do you mind if I try that?"
Cody glanced over his shoulder at him and nodded. Leon walked forward, got into position, then threw his body in a circular motion. He came back down in a strong ready point.
"Whoa, you're great," Cody marveled.
"But still rusty," Leon claimed. "But the key to any martial arts isn't solely in the physical, but in focus, balance, and coordination. Trying loosening a little." He turned to the side, one fist forward while his other arm coiled.
Cody mimicked his movements as best he could. "Like this?"
"Exactly," Leon nodded. "Now, you're small and light so you need to use that to your advantage to help you gain as much distance as you can when you lift up."
Cody practiced a few slow punches. "That's what my dad tells me, too."
Gently sliding Joey over onto the bench for a moment, Charles walked towards Logan, who awaited the football coming his way. "Logan, I've been meaning to speak with you."
Logan seized the ball and tossed it towards the younger males again. "Sure, Chuck." He turned to him. "What's happenin'?"
"While I'm not trying to invade your authority over your own son, I cannot help my concern," the Professor began. "Do you really think it's wise to allow a boy with Cody's capabilities into a karate class?"
Logan responded, "He's played sports before. I don't want him goin' through life ridin' the back of the bus. Believe me, Chuck. That kid's not like me. He has his moments, but he ain't a hothead. Just like with gun trainin', he knows the minute he goes across the line, he goes across my knee. Don't worry. He can keep control."
Charles nodded. "You do know him best." He gazed over at the continued coaching from Leon. "And he is a sensible young man."
"I got it!" Trav raced after the ball. "Look, Uncle Alex. Look, look!"
Alex kept up at a steady pace but refused to actually outrun the child. "I'm right behind you, Bugsy."
"You know," Frank spoke from where he ran alongside Scott, "I've been thinking."
"Uh oh," the other boy joked.
"No, really. Angel seems really sorry about what happened. Plus she's really cool."
Scott rolled his eyes underneath his shades. "And really pretty. That's all it takes with you."
"Seriously, Scott," Frank insisted. "That's not even it. I think it'd be good if she joined the X-Men."
"I don't care what she does," Scott said. "So long as she does it away from Rebecca."
Frank did not argue further as they continued on with the game.
IIIIIII
The high-octane gasp echoed throughout the aisle as soon as she happened upon the enticing pair of shoes. Removing one from the box for closer observation, the excited gymnast's fondness for the yellow and white sneakers with black zig zag stripes only intensified with physical contact.
"I have to have these for training. They'll go perfect with that track suit we saw in the window." Cordelia looked to where Angel perched on the bench used for trying the shoes on. "What, too flashy?"
"Hm?" Angel departed from her mental trance. "Oh sorry, girl. It's just…" She glanced around, a twinkle in both eyes. "Neiman Marcus. Last year these people wouldn't have let me in the door to fill out a job application. Now…" She got up in continued awe of her surroundings. "It still feels like somebody else's life."
"But it's not," Cordelia reminded with a big smile. "It's yours to enjoy. Especially," she put the shoe down to walk out of the aisle and over to a rack, "while in this belt." She indicated the glittery star shaped buckle.
Giving in to full on giddiness, Angel came towards it for better inspection.
II
Large plate in hand, the sales lady offered, "Cookies, ladies?" to the two presently reclined in bar chairs in front of the makeup counter.
"Thank you." They each accepted a peanut butter square.
"Mm," Raven relaxed further, blindly munching due to the cucumber slices masking their eyes. "I haven't done this since my wedding."
"I so want to get used to this," Maya moaned happily. "This avocado cream feels invigorating already."
"I really needed this," Raven nibbled on her cookie, "I hate seeing Kiki sick. She's just so small…"
"Raven, she has a one of a kind physician for a father," Maya pointed out. "You heard Hank say she's getting better."
"I know, but you try keeping the calm once you enter the Mommy Zone."
"As long as I'm there with their after school snack ready when they come home every day, they can unleash all the germs they want."
II
Stack of various paperbacks in his possession, Erik paused to place them on a short green table while his daughter perused the faith section next.
"As if you weren't a one-woman library already," he joked.
"That's for busy reading and my book reports." Becky scanned through the wide assortment before her and selected one.
Erik glanced over her shoulder at the title. "Bible Verses for Children, eh?"
"Mmhmm." Becky looked up at him. "I like studying the packets they give out at Temple with my Torah. I write down what they make me think in my journal so I can review it later."
"The journal Sean sent you, yes?" At her nod, he bobbed his head back. "Go on and take your time, Anya. With how long it's going to take the other girls to get through half these shops, we are in no hurry whatsoever."
Becky smiled and turned back to see what else suited her interest.
Erik's eyes gave the other spines the once over. He noticed one in particular and pried it out. Taking in the title of The Father's Forgiveness, he flipped it open to its prologue.
Becky had to move quickly to avoid a book that nearly fell onto her from two stacks up. A light gasp escaped her as several others began to topple off the shelves right after it.
"Papa," she breathed when the ground beneath them started to quiver.
Dropping his reading material, Erik swept the little girl up into his hold with an iron grip.
He glanced overhead at the lighting fixtures swaying back and forth as well as flickering. "What…?"
Becky clung to him, her mind flustered by the now panic-stricken people within the book store. "Is this an earthquake?"
"Raven," Erik raised the wrist containing his communicator, "Cordelia, where are you? Answer me!"
Shrieks combined with security rushing in prevented him from hearing a clear response.
"Just take it easy, folks," the uniformed men attempted to soothe. "We need everyone to evacuate to the nearest exits. Remain calm."
Strong arms never loosening around his child, Erik filed out along with the others. The metal wielder searched the crowd furiously for his other charges. The entire situation sent flashes from long past that he attempted to shake off while only holding Becky tighter.
"Rebecca, try to contact the others telepathically," he instructed her.
Becky touched her head in pain. "There are too many people."
At that moment, the skylights burst apart one by one. The raining glass that resulted caused screams of absolute terror as many tried to duck away from the shards. Erik covered Becky with his own body as best he could.
From one of the now clear available opening spaces within the roof, a gleaming platinum disk powered by some sort of jet fuel hovered inside. Its rider consisted of a tall, solid broad-shouldered man with rich brown hair neatly pulled away from his face by a ponytail. He wore thin plates of crimson armor on his chest and steel blue on his legs and boots; a plum colored cape cascaded down his back. He carried a massive gray firearm in one hand.
"My apologies for the intrusion, ladies and gentle," he spoke out to the frightened gathered below, "but parking is such a chore on the weekend. However, I could not miss the opportunity to allow you to behold your future rulers. Fear not, lesser albeit precious life forms. I have no interest in your obliteration. Today." Letting off a surge from his body, he caused every possible door to shake before they crumbled entirely, letting in further sunlight. "Go on then."
"I strongly suggest you take advantage of his grand mercy," a gold disk came down from another of the glassless windows. A much younger man, slightly smaller with auburn hair in the same style rode it. "While you still can." He held a similar weapon as well.
"Rebecca," Erik carefully placed her down and indicated the nearest exit. "Get out of here now." He handed over his keys. "Go to the X-Van."
"No, Papa," her eyes pleaded along with her voice, "please let me stay with you."
"No," he denied promptly, pointing outward. "Go, now!"
With zero certainty about her, Becky turned to dash off.
Deep fury covering his face, Erik ran out to the middle of the floor and gazed upward to those responsible for the damage. "You there! What lunacy is this?"
Appearing highly bored, the oldest of the two said, "Now now, let's not have any unnecessary heroics from mere mortals." He squeezed the trigger on his weapon.
Erik ducked and rolled out of the way of the blast. "Agreed." Raising both hands, he jerked their disks out from under them, causing them both to come hurdling down.
Entirely taken aback, the first man sat up on one knee. "Are you alright?"
His accomplice rubbed his head but otherwise their armor proved very durable. "Yes, sir, fine."
"You…" The dark eyes the other sent towards Erik erupted into a highly pleased countenance. "… are one of us!" He leapt to his feet, spilling over in elation. "Forgive us, brother. We did not know."
"Mutants we are," Erik stated, "brothers? I should cut out your tongue for even the implication."
"Mutants." The one before him repeated the word with absolute disgust. "Is that all we are to you? Is that what the mortals taught you? We are far beyond mutation, evolution- we are advancement, superiority made flesh."
"Who are you?" Erik demanded.
"I am Estevan Cortez." He gestured towards his youthful associate. "This is my son Fabian."
Erik narrowed his eyes. "You may call me Magneto."
"Magneto," Estevan echoed. "Well, that certainly explains your little trick." Using a small remote control he summoned down their disks and each leapt onto his own. "Very well played, by the way. Please, allow me to introduce my allies."
Fabian called out, "Marco!"
A large, intensely muscular blonde man leapt down from the second level and onto his feet. "Polo."
"Cloak," Estevan summoned then said apologetically to Erik, "He's a touch shy I'm afraid. Difficult to pin down at times."
From seemingly out of nowhere, a copper haired teenager materialized. "Thought I heard my name."
"Magneto," spreading his arms widely at those around him, "meet my Acolytes."
Erik looked upon the men all in the same armor, though only Estevan and Fabian wore capes.
Combining a duel force of the metals in his clothing and a bit of the electricity in the air, he flew upward. "Unimpressed."
"Fabian, Cloak, Delgado, get to work," Estevan instructed. "Magneto and I have adult matters to discuss."
"As you would have it, Father," Fabian replied as the three went on their assigned duties.
Making it through the throng of hysterical women who had yet to flee, Marco entered Macy's.
At the sight of him, Raven stopped moving and tapped Maya's arm. "Go on. I'll catch up."
"Raven," the younger girl called after her.
"Nice outfit." Raven leapt on top of the counter as Marco made his way around to the registers. "What, did the rest of the Round Table forget to do their laundry?"
Marco paused to gaze up at her. "Get out of here, bonita. I don't want anybody as pretty as you to get hurt."
"You know, you're right." Raven delivered a swift kick to his chin, sending him back several feet. "I am pretty." She returned to her natural state, jumping down after him.
After the initial shock faded, Marco turned dagger eyes on her. "Big mistake, blue bitch." His entire frame then began to grow until he burst through the ceiling entirely.
The excess weight caused the tiled floor to near immediately cave in. Maya managed to cling to the door to keep from falling straight through to the store beneath them.
"Raven!" she screamed when the older female tumbled.
The red haired mutant's reflexes took over and she landed on two feet on a high pile of rubble. "I'm okay!"
Grunting, Maya pulled herself up by the door's handle and used her arms to wriggle out to a firmer portion of the floor.
Raven gasped and moved out of the way before an enormous fist struck her. She tucked and bowled away from the second one but Marco chose to wind his entire hand around her middle to snatch her up. As the blue woman groaned and struggled in his hold, he only tightened massive fingers around her.
Marco let off an annoyed groan when a floor vase unexpectedly shattered against his head. "Hey!"
Taking hold of every possible object, from mannequins to appliance displays, Maya continued flinging.
The moment Marco jerked the wrong way, Raven forced her way out of his clutch and jumped down.
From seemingly out of nowhere, Maya felt a forceful shove. She went back and knocked into a dress rack. Letting off a pained moan from the metal rod's impact on her lower back, she tried to inch away. She shouted at a kick to her stomach that made her roll onto her side.
Raising her head, her eyes further enlarged when the young male reformed right before her. "Stay out of our way."
"Y-you," Maya shook her head in disbelief, "you're hardly older than me. Why are you doing this?"
"You'll figure it out." He squatted, getting in near to her face. "All your kind will."
Clutching tightly to her pained mid-section, Raven struggled to rise.
Returning to his regular size, Marco towered over her. As soon as she felt his hand on her shoulder, rage developed in her yellow eyes. She spun around, giving him another kick under the chin that caught him off-guard.
Grasping his lower face, Marco started in on her angrily.
"Delgado!" Cloak jumped down to their level. "Forget these fems. Let's get back to work."
Marco set Raven with one final look before the two of them departed.
Wincing, Raven made her way up the hills of debris and flipped back up to Macy's.
She instantly ran to Maya and lowered to her side to see about her. "Are you okay?" She pulled her in to cradle in her lap.
Maya nodded shakily and gripped one blue arm tightly. "I don't understand." She searched Raven's eyes, entirely lost. "Who are those guys? Where did they even come from?"
"I don't know," Raven glanced around, "but something tells me there's more of them."
II
After emptying all cash drawers into the bottom opening inside his disk, Fabian moved on to the next store. Weapon held high, the lyrics to a song floated off his lips as he continued along.
Rushing back all of a sudden, Fabian took a moment to steady himself and the strange thing that had hit him. On the middle of his chest armor looked to be some sort of toxin.
He looked up in time to see a pink and white clad girl with firefly wings and a cobra essence to her eyes. "I don't believe it." He sat up. "There's more."
"Stay down," Angel ordered, ready to spit acid at him again.
"Request denied." Fabian unleashed a blast from his gun.
A shimmering Cordelia leapt out to absorb the charge against her firm skin.
The moment his eyes made contact with the shining golden body with ebony hair, Fabian felt his resolve all but crumble. He startled both girls by resituating himself onto his knees with weapon lowered.
"Please," he beseeched, "tell me your name."
Exchanging a brief disbelieving look with Angel, the girl in question replied, "Glimmer."
"Glimmer," he echoed. "Yes, perfect. I am Fabian Cortez." He dipped his head a moment. "Only son and heir of Estevan Cortez. Never in my life have I ever beheld one of our kind even half as beautiful and captivating as you are. I can easily speak for my father when I ask you to join with his Acolytes."
A speechless Cordelia proved unable to respond.
Glaring, Angel flew forward. "Ohhhhh no!" She spat her venom out at Fabian's neck, making him cry out as he touched the spot. "Save the sales pitch, Casanova. Been there, done that, not happening again."
"Yeah," a formerly entranced Cordelia seconded. "You've got the wrong girls, slick. It's X-Men around here."
A less friendly countenance present, Fabian got to his feet. "Pity." He swayed his left hand slightly.
Feeling every limb lock up, Cordelia found herself unable to move. Her gold weighed in heavier, sending her down. Angel attempted to fly after her then suddenly jerked back when her wings took on a life of their own. She crashed against a wall and went to the floor. Aches echoed throughout her arms and legs when she attempted to move.
Fabian came to stand over her, firearm aimed. "Stay down."
II
Practically frozen in place outside the exit, Becky glanced back inside in time to catch the unusual man going back and forth while her father fought him off at every turn. Heart pounding and lump heavy in her throat, she started to ease back inside.
Excuse me.
Becky gasped at the voice and turned to see another little girl with straight sandy brown hair near to her. Who are you?
I'm sorry. She stepped closer towards her. I'm Anne.
I'm Becky. Then the realization filled her. You're a telepath, too. Just like me.
Anne nodded and reached for Becky's hand. It's not safe for us in there.
Becky pulled back. I have to help my papa.
It's okay, Anne assured, my father doesn't want to hurt your father.
Becky's eyes widened. That man is your father?
Another nod. Please, she held her hand out again, I just want to help.
Finally linking up with her, the two moved away a careful distance.
Finding himself seemingly a prisoner in his own armor as he remained forced down by the metallic wizard, Estevan reasoned, "Magneto, be sensible. We've no reason to fight amongst ourselves this way." That said, he raised his bare arm and unleashed a surge of power.
Erik fell, easing himself up onto one knee upon landing. "You think I want to join with one seeking ruthless destruction?"
The hold momentarily lessened, Estevan got up. "It is only a reminder to these lesser life forms who is in true command. You choose to hide and gingerly walk among them when they should be servants at your heels."
"You honestly believe you gain superiority by putting women and children in harm's way?" Erik shot back.
"I believe in keeping body counts to a minimum," Estevan informed. "Children, especially. They need not be forced into the dirt like their ignorant elders. No, they can be taught; indoctrinated. Made to be useful to those in control."
"When I was a boy, another powerful man sprouted similar ideals. The result was untold bloodshed." With a flick of his wrist, he tossed Estevan off.
"Hm." Estevan rubbed his chin. "It seems my methods of persuasion need fine tuning."
II
Rushing through the hallways as best she could with Maya at her side, Raven stopped just short of a middle aged man held down by stray fallen wreckage.
"Oh God." She ran over, helping him out and up as quickly as she found herself able to. "Are you okay?"
Eyes growing enormously, he backed away from her. "What are you? Get away from me!" He took off rapidly.
Her own eyes flashing, Raven remained in stilled place.
A disgruntled Maya put fists to her hips. "You have got to be kidding me."
II
Storage chamber beneath his disk filled to capacity with valuables, Fabian returned to where he'd left the female mutants.
"Well, I'm done for the day. Let's give you ladies a little charge," putting his gun down, he used both hands to release twin waves, "for the road."
Wings functional again, Angel sat up but proved too exhausted for flight.
Feeling light once more, Cordelia used the nearby banister to help steady herself as her golden form dissolved.
"Nice meeting both of you. Especially you," he flew around to the gold enabled one, "Glimmer." He touched two fingers to his lips before brushing them across her cheek. "Nos vemos, chica caliente." In a blink, he zoomed off on his disk.
One hand going to the side of her face, Cordelia shot up to go check on Angel.
II
I don't understand. What is your family doing?
My father came her to deliver his message to them.
Becky looked confused. To my family?
No, no. To them. The regular people, Anne clarified. This is what he does. What we do.
But why? Becky attempted to grasp.
Anne's eyes dimmed, as if in recollection. My father says it's the only way no one will hurt me again.
Who tried to hurt you? Becky absorbed the startled look that appeared on the other girl's face. "Anne?"
"It's nearly done. I have to go." With no further explanation, she started off in haste.
"Anne, wait!" Becky called after her but she only continued her pace. Anne…?
II
"Erik!" Raven ran out to her brother.
He put a hand to her shoulder and touched Maya's arm. "Are you alright?"
"We're fine," Maya said.
"Where are the others?" Erik wanted to know.
"Magneto." A toothy grin covered Estevan's face at the new arrivals. "You've been holding out on me."
Erik promptly herded the girls behind him and formed a charged metallic shielding over them.
Just then, Marco sped through, followed by Cloak. Each carried an oversized sack.
"We got everything we could carry," Marco reported.
"A job well done." Estevan gazed about. "Where is Fabian?"
The young man coursed through. "I am here, Father."
"Always one to make an entrance. Well, Magneto," Estevan remounted his platinum disk. "This little exercise proved interesting as well as enlightening. We'll have to do it again. Very soon." He and his son took to the sky through the ceiling while Marco sped through the nearest wall, shattering it, and Cloak simply vanished.
Once the highly unexpected enforcers took their leave, Erik directed, "You two, go wait with Rebecca in the X-Van. I'm going to find Cordelia and Angel."
"We're here," Cordelia's voice sounded.
The two approached steadily, each seeming to help the other move along.
Erik rushed to them, bringing them into his arms. "It's alright. I have you."
"Papa!" Becky ran in.
The petitioned man whipped his head back at her voice. "Rebecca, what are you doing here?"
"Erik, please," Raven piped up, reeling Becky into a protective hold. "Let's go home. Hank needs to look everyone over."
"I still don't understand. Who were those guys?" Maya asked for the second time.
Casting eyes towards the battered ceiling, Erik answered in a steel tone, "The Acolytes."
IIIIIII
Warm body snuggled against his chest, Alex delicately massaged at the small back. Leaving a kiss above the little boy's ear, he laid the five-year-old down in the center of the mattress against a pillow. Currently in possession of an already slumbering Kiki, Leon found something odd about the tiny tot cradled in his arms. Almost as if he held jubilant tranquility itself. Managing to detach her from his person and as carefully as he could, Leon mimicked Alex's movements and placed her beside her brother.
"I want Mommy, Uncle Alex." Trav rubbed a fist against his fatigued eye as he spoke.
"She and your dad are still having grownup talk." Alex then reminded, "And you promised to take a nap. You want more football practice later, right?"
Trav nodded and settled down.
Alex looked back to where the two slightly older children played with Bounty on the edge of the large bed. "Joe, you guys stay put, too, but be sure you keep it down."
"Yes, Al," Joey responded dutifully.
"Okay," said Cody.
As Alex stood to go, Leon took a moment to position the proper teddy bears in the arms of the teeny recliners. He got up, giving Cody's hair a quick ruffle. The younger dark haired male smiled after him.
The pair of college students made their way down to the living room where Raven sat near to Hank on one sofa. Erik took the arm of Charles' padded chair.
Corners of his mouth perking a bit, Alex knelt in front of Raven. "How you feeling, Twin?"
"Just bruised," Raven waved off.
Hank gave her a look. "That mutant could have crushed your rib cage."
Raven peered back at him. "I've been through worse. What about Maya? She didn't have any way to defend herself. Cordy and Angel could barely move."
Leon asked, "Are they okay now?"
Hank faced him. "I gave them something for the residual aches. They're resting."
Charles said, "Emma is still sitting with them. The Howletts are with Maya."
Alex hopped to his feet. "I'm going after these guys."
"No," Erik shot down. "It's a wasteful effort." He stood, hands going into his pants pockets as he walked a few paces off. "They're of no real threat. No towards us that is. Their aim was enlistment for us and thievery and fear tactics towards the general public."
"Whatever their intentions, I know this will not be the last time we cross paths," stated Charles. "Renegade mutants such as these are too dangerous to ignore."
Erik said, "I doubt they'll stay silent for long."
Raven stared forward a moment before rising. "I'm going to check on the kids."
Hank squeezed her hand as she went.
II
Inward senses alerting her to the returning presences, Emma glanced towards the ajar door in time to see her eldest sister enter. Victor came up behind her but remained in the doorway.
With Emma stationed beside Cordelia's bed, Adrienne took up space by Angel's. "How are they?" She then wanted to know, "Who did this?"
"They only need rest." Emma answered the second question with, "They call themselves the Acolytes."
"The Acolytes?" Adrienne repeated.
Emma eyed her. "You know of them?"
"Vague rumors through the mutated grapevine," said Adrienne. "What on earth could they have possibly hoped to accomplish by attacking a shopping center?"
Victor piped up, "Get their little message out. Loud and clear."
"It could have been a massacre if they hadn't allowed for evacuation." Emma's countenance clouded. "We're going to hear more on this. I know it."
Adrienne watched Angel, removing stray dark strands out of her eyes. "We'll leave tomorrow afternoon. Give her time to build up more strength." They watched as Victor dipped out. The sisters shared a brief look before Adrienne followed after him into the hall. "It could have been far worse."
Victor veered around sharply to face her. "Ya think I don't know that? I should've been here- there. I should've gone along with Magneto to protect them."
Arms folded, she walked closer towards him. "How long are you going to hold onto this misery that forces you to believe you can be everywhere at once? That if you are not, whatever results is entirely your fault?"
Victor scoffed at that. "You're one to talk about holdin' on to misery."
"Touché," Adrienne relented. She placed her gaze on a wall painting. "Do not tell me I'm the one distracting the brave knight from his post."
"Hey." Taking her by the shoulders, Victor helped her turn back around. "It's not like that. This is all my whacked head. This job… it's not just a gig."
She arched her head back to fully take him in. "One of a few qualities I admire in you."
He raised an eyebrow. "A few?"
"Take what you can get," the redhead sneered.
Victor then said, "Glad that jackhammer went away."
Confusion filled her face. "What?"
"The one that started up in your chest as soon as you heard about Angel and Cordy."
A retort seemingly ready on her lips, Adrienne pointed a finger at him, opened her mouth, but found herself without any inward sound. She merely grunted and marched back inside the room.
Crossing arms over his chest, a coy smile flirted on Victor's lips.
II
Dressed in her lady bug decorated pajamas, Becky placed her journal to the side the moment the usually comforting mind came near to her. After two quick knocks, her father stepped inside.
He quietly took her by the hand and led her to her bed, taking a seat on the side of the mattress. "You disobeyed me, Anya." When her face went to fall, Erik gripped her chin to keep their eyes locked. "I told you to go to the X-Van. You could have been killed lingering about so foolishly. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Papa," her voice quivered.
"Defying me about your safety is completely out of the question. Let's see if a spanking will help you remember that." Erik immediately picked up on the shaking that he knew the impending punishment had not caused. "Becky?"
She got out, "I'm sorry, Papa, but I…"
He cupped her cheek. "What is it, baby?"
"I couldn't lose you, too," Becky insisted. "When those mutants came and started doing those horrible things…" Tears finally spilled out from her green orbs. "I didn't want anything to happen to you. I'd rather get a spanking than lose you. I'd rather die than lose you."
Hushing her strongly, Erik brought her to sit in his lap. Arms wrapped around her as tightly and securely as possible without harming the delicate body, he rocked with her a bit.
"Don't even speak that way," he ran a hand through her curls, "No matter what it takes, nothing beyond the above will keep me from returning to you. Don't you doubt that. Not even for a moment's time."
Becky sniffled against his sleeve and remained quiet until she said, "I met his daughter." She raised her head. "Anne. She's a telepath, too. I think she's close to my age."
Erik narrowed his gaze in surprise. "His daughter?"
Becky nodded. "She wanted to help me, keep me from going back inside. She told me why her father is that way. He says he doesn't want anyone to hurt her again. What does that mean? Do you think she'll be okay?"
Erik propped her up to lean against his shoulder and patted her back, unable to offer a clear answer to her.
IIIIIII
Clothed in softer articles consisting of black pants and a long-sleeve orchid shirt, the dark shoes moved throughout the grand wing to the door nearest to the master suite. He pressed the button on the nearby keypad that signaled his arrival. The door swung open on its own for his entry a second later.
Gazing away from the view beside her window seat, she faced him with a wide smile.
Returning the pleased countenance, he walked through the lavender and white bedroom toward her. "Look what I made sure to acquire for you today." He revealed the brunette doll in white dress behind his back and handed it over to her. "You see," he sat facing her, "she has brown eyes. Almost as beautiful as yours."
She squeezed the toy then leaned in to embrace him as well. "Gracias, Fabi."
"De nada, hermanita," Fabian returned.
"Oh Anne-Marie." Both children turned to see their father now occupied the doorway. He strolled their way, a stiff jovial expression on his face. "Would you care to tell me why our monitors detected you leaving the craft during today's outing?" He got down on one knee to her. "I'm certain there is a good reason you blatantly ignored my orders to stay aboard."
"The other girl, Papi," Anne explained. "The one who hears thoughts as I do."
"She is powerful, Father," Fabian interjected. "Anne-Marie wanted to make sure no drastic harm came to one of our own. It's as you always tell us. We're the only ones who can see to one another's safety."
Looking away from his son, Estevan's gaze settled on his daughter again. Taking both her hands in his, he kissed the back of each.
"You are such a good girl, mijita." Estevan clasped her hands tighter. "However, you must be ever cautious." He kept a grip on one of her hands while touching Fabian's shoulder. "Should something terrible ever befall either of you…"
"Father, please." Fabian placated. "Do not burden your mind with these vexations."
"You are right, mijo," Estevan agreed. "But Anne," his attention went to the little girl again, "were you able to register anything about the mutants we faced today?"
When his sister looked strained with her concentration, Estevan sent his arms and the necessary energy around her.
"Rebecca Lehnsherr is the telepath I met. Her father is Magneto- Erik Lehnsherr. The winged one is Angela Salvadore." Anne paused briefly, collecting her thoughts. "The shape-shifter is Raven McCoy. And the one made of gold… she is Cordelia Frost."
"Cordelia Frost," Fabian echoed with intrigue.
Estevan recalled, "They had another with them. Cloak talked about her."
Anne told him, "She must not be like us, Papi. I didn't sense her at all."
"So these X-Men associate with commoners," Estevan stroked his cheek, "hm, no matter. Well," he faced his children, "you both have studies awaiting you. I must chart our next course."
Fabian got to his feet, latching onto the man's wide arm. "This trip and the battle with Erik Lehnsherr took a great toll. Allow me to replenish you, Father."
Estevan patted the teenager's nearest hand. "A search through every known galaxy and not a greater son would be found."
Fabian smiled and walked with him to the master suite. Estevan lowered into the nearest chair. Coming around, Fabian held up his arms and released the fuel he contained within.
The elder mutant let off an eased sigh. "Well done, mijo."
Task complete, Fabian withdrew his arms. "Papi, I know what I want for my eighteenth birthday."
Estevan watched him attentively. "You have only to name it."
"I want her…" A glow emitted throughout the teen's feature. "Cordelia Frost."
"Hm." Estevan relaxed comfortably against his seat. "No more trouble than acquiring that Ferrari last year."
IIIIIII
Finished conducting rounds as a duo that evening, the Headmasters returned to the parlor. They poured drinks and took their regular chairs but neither felt like devoting mental energy to a chess game.
Charles broke the contemplative silence between them. "From what you've told me, if we do not contain this situation we could very well have another Sebastian Shaw on our hands."
A pensive Erik replied, "I know." He darted eyes from the fireplace embers to Charles. "We'll have to pull whatever leads we can. Contact—"
"Steve Rogers."
Erik gave him a dissatisfied look. "I trust that was a projection on my part, Lab Rat."
"No." Charles stood, heading for the front of the house. "He's here. And he's frazzled."
The minute the door opened, the blonde man on the other side lowered his ringing finger. "Charles, good. I'd hoped not to awaken your entire house, but I'm afraid this cannot wait."
"Please," Charles stepped aside to allow him entry.
"Steve." Having followed Charles out, Erik led the way back into the parlor. "I was going to phone you."
"And I believe I know why." Steve glanced back and forth between the two. "The armed burglary at the Westfield Garden Mall, yes?"
Erik frowned. "It was far from a simple burglary."
"No, but that's all that's being leaked to the press," Steve stated. "The lid is still firmly closed on exposing mutation out of fear of alarming the public."
Charles commented, "Small favors, I suppose."
"Don't celebrate yet," Steve cautioned sharply. "That was a major shopping mall. Over a hundred injuries occurred. Only miraculously is there no death count behind it. Nonetheless, this has been classified as mutant terrorism. I have learned that because of this fiasco anyone found exhibiting open mutant ability will be contained. In my experience, that's when the plain clothes come out. Government agents working under civilian guise."
Erik responded first with, "Are you telling us that mutants are being watched? And what exactly occurs after containment?"
"That I have yet to learn." Steve's shoulders slumped heavily. "See to it that your children are not found exercising their powers in public. They're very young, but their small mishaps will not be forgiven should they be seen."
Charles shook his head slowly. "This is unthinkable."
Erik countered simply, "No, it isn't."
Knowing he could offer no relief to either one in that moment, Steve said, "I will keep you informed. For now, stay alert." He took his leave with that.
"Well, brother," Erik lowered to sit on the very edge of his chess chair, "I'm waiting. Where is that endless optimism?"
"At the moment," Charles sat down in Erik's chair, a far-away look on his face, "in recovery."
Erik bent a little to leave an arm around the younger man's shoulders, knowing their formerly restless night would continue on into daybreak.
Situated near the top of the stairs, Frank heard the Captain exit and faced Scott who sat right beside him. Both boys sported twin expressions of rapidly growing dread.