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"Talking"
Thinking

Chapter 7 - Reminiscing

Remy looked at his side with shock and sadness. He knew she was insane but not to this extent, not to the point of impersonating another person just to explore his weakness. He felt disgusted,dirty and guilty. However, the plan had not worked. Even though, the feelings still remained.


A few years later


It never ceased to amaze John how much some things could change in a second and others could remain the same throughout the years. They were back at the same base where he had received the news of Wanda's death. They all had their reasons to leave. Every one of them needed to take a long break away from each other.

Piotr was given permission to go back to Russia and see his family. He had been glad to see all of them again. He had been back working in Ust-Ordynski collective farm near Lake Baikal in Siberia. However, now he wished he had never left. Magneto had ordered him to retrieve a mutant that would give them technical advantage over the X-men if trained properly. This particular mutant had long blond hair, blue eyes and a smile that could make his heart melt. It was his sister Illyana.

She was so young, just turned 16, and, of course, she was naïve. That made Magneto's work that much easier. All that talk of helping make a better world for mutants, a world in wish they would be accepted made her eyes shine with excitement. Poor girl, she would be very disappointed when she found out what they really did. Piotr frowned. He had done the same to him; make him believe that he was helping the world. When he finally realized the truth, all he got was threats. That if he didn't help, his family would pay the price and now he was using a member of his family in a much different way. Now, he had to heed to Magneto's demands, or else he would be forced to witness Illyana suffer.

"I have yet to understand why you objected to me coming here Piotr." Illyana said with a frown as she walked along side her brother.

"Don't worry, unfortunately, you will soon." Piotr whispered to himself as he showed his sister to her new room.

"Mine is just next door if you need something." Piotr said kissing his sister on the forehead as he walked off to his own room.

As Illyana walked in she looked around. It was nothing like her room back home. This room was twice as big, the walls were a pale blue and the ceiling was a soft cream. The whole room had wooden furniture. She had a king size bed and on each side there was a small table, each having blue amps. A digital alarm clock was on one and a wireless phone on the other. Just ahead there was a large closet and a dresser not far from it. Her drapes were pale blue and they allowed light coming in from her balcony shine through.

She had also been given a private bathroom since her brother had made sure to protect her privacy. It was the same cream that her ceiling was and it had white facilities. All in all, it was the best place she had ever been.

Piotr's room


Piotr entered his room.

It was a nice, it had black walls, as for the wooden furniture it was painted silver how ever on the inside of the shelving unites was fire red. It was full of books as well as art tools and a wooden easel. In the corner of his room, he had been perfecting his painting. There was a closet and a dresser up against the wall opposing the shelving units. His drapes were a simple, plain white.

Piotr simply closed his eyes. He hated that he had to bring his sister here. Magneto had been black mailing him using his family and now he was going to do the same to Illyana. He couldn't help but to wish that she had never developed her powers. But it was no use in beating himself up now. He simply concentrated in keeping his sister safe like he had promised his mother. He would just have to hope for the best.

Remy's room


Remy sat in his bed. It had been such a long while and unfortunately he remembered it all too well. Much had changed but, still, things remained the same. He had taken advantage of his prolonged vacation and started a legitimate business. Surprisingly, Remy LeBeau was now a bar owner.

It was a beautiful place. It had tinted windows and black marble walls with a nice wooden double door. The inside was equally luxurious. It had aubergine walls and a soft, velvety purple ceiling and black marble floor. There were black, wooden, square tables. The couches and seats were covered in aubergine leather. It added to the sexy atmosphere, as well as the purple drapes. Everyone had been there from Marilyn Manson to Lacuna Coil. However, what made him proud was the bar; it was stocked with the finest drinks in the word.

Unfortunately not all was good. His ex-fiancé had somehow gotten a job as an Acolyte. How she managed to persuade Magneto to let her join was a pure mystery. She wasn't even a mutant.

He reached for his suitcase, for all the precious items that belonged to his deceased lover. He got ready to place them under his bed. He looked around and couldn't help drifting back to better time. The dark green walls and ceiling reminded him of her eyes. But then again so did the black furniture of his room and everything and everyone else.

"Cher… so dis is where we will be staying!" Belladonna announced as she walked in swaying her hips.

"No… dis is where I will be staying. Y' are going somewhere else!" Remy replied as he dragged her out of his room by the arm. As soon as the door was closed, he immediately locked it.

Belladonna pounded on the door furiously. "Forget her Remy; she be gone for years now! Do you really t'ink you will be able to honour her memory forever or somet'in'?"

After more minutes of pounding Belladonna decided that she would leave but not without spitting some more venom. "It must be awful to know dat you brought it upon yourself and all dat sadness, if you just stayed in New Orleans and married me like y' should have she would still be alive."

Belladonna's Room


Belladonna arrived to her room and slammed the door shut. It had been hard to persuade Magneto to let her stay but she did it. She showed him what she could do and he had decided to give her a chance. Unfortunately, Remy still resisted her charms. She just didn't get it. When had he stopped loving her? When had his fine taste gone so rotten to like that… that thing? She groaned. Everything that she tried would always back fire on her.

'Maybe that black dressing witch put the jinx on me before taking the highway to hell?' Belladonna thought with a frown.

She promptly looked around the room for that damned object.

Her pink walls and white ceiling created a childish mood and her wooden furniture reminded her of her room back home. She missed New Orleans and her comfortable and luxurious life style. Magneto made her work her ass off for a cause that meant nothing to her. She didn't give a rats ass about the fate of the mutate race. But she had made a promise, and she would do just about anything to keep it. She wouldn't come back home a loser. She would go victorious with Remy by her side more in love than ever and if possible already with a ring in his finger.

She smiled when she found the object she had been searching for. It was a photograph of Remy and Rogue with their arms around each others waists. Belladonna, however, had glued her head on top of were Rogue's once was.

"You will be mine, Remy mark my words!" Belladonna screamed to no one.

Pyro's Room

John opened the door and looked around, getting reacquainted with his surroundings. It had been in that same room that he had written his best seller. Yes his book inspired by his tragic life had earned him the Pulitzer prise as well as a huge sum of money.

He let his eyes glide through the red walls and scarlet ceiling, the dark red drapes, which were no more than black with a little red in them. Under them, there was white ligneous one letting some light shine through. His dark wooden desk was illuminated and so was what lay on top of it. There were numerous frames carrying pictures of himself with several persons, among them Wanda. Despite his successes he couldn't help but to think that he would be happier if that tragedy had never taken place.

He hurried unpacking and putting his clothes in the rather large closet. He then lay down upon his bed thinking, it had been a while since he just lay down and thought about is life. He had been much too busy to do anything promoting his book. After his suicide attempt Magneto had placed him in the same insane asylum that Wanda had been in. It had helped him understand her even more.

The news of her death only mere days after that, made it that much harder on him to recuperate. What had happened to her? Drugs weren't really her thing and that made him think that there was more to it than that, but when he had told that to Magneto he got angry. Obviously the man not only wanted to put his daughter's death behind him, but also he still blamed John for her death. John had tried to move on, he really did, but the relationships never seemed to last. All this girls bored him, not one could compare to the sweet love that Wanda gave him.

At the mysterious base

The girls were training, just the three of them. Mr. Sinister had made a room for them to simulate attacks; basely it was a replica of the danger room. The girls hexed, sliced and punched everything that got in their path.

It was amazing to see how the girls changed, both physically as well as mentally. They had gained a profound respect for each other. They friendship wasn't exactly seen with good eyes by Mr. Sinister, neither by the "man" in charge. However, a friendship was formed. It was hard to make X-23 and Rogue put aside their differences. They still continued to compete, but now it was healthy.

Rogue was the one that suffered the most drastic change. That thin, fragile looking thing had grown up and filled out; she was a true voluptuous beauty. Her shoulder length hair had grown all the way to her behind, her white bangs were shorter, about shoulder length and her body was toned. Her face had become harder with age, and her green eyes had lost some of its shine, portraying her pain. It was strange for someone in their twenties to have such a grip on life's hardships.

After many reports on Remy's life, as well as the people she knew back at the institute, she had somehow managed to mask her pain with a flirty attitude. She knew that Remy was with his fiancé and that he flirted with other women on regular basis. It angered her to no end that he was the one, the first to touch her. She had long ago promised herself that his actions wouldn't go unpunished.

She had talked with Wanda about them taking their revenge, killing them both for what they had done to them. She remembered like it was just yesterday, she turned to her and said with a serious look that arranging a meeting for Pyro and Gambit with their maker was too good for them. They had to suffer as they suffered. She said that nothing would make her happier than to strip Pyro of his every possession, as well as of anything that might bring him happiness and only then should death come to him.

Wanda had changed as well, her once short hair had grown all the way to her mid back, she had it completely dyed red and it was now a mass of curls. She too had become more voluptuous and the training that she had been receiving on this base left no room for anyone to gain weight. Her sapphire eyes had somewhat gotten colder but still she looked like a true temptress, her high cheekbones, small nose, full lips and flawless skin made men all over swoon.

For a long time, Wanda thought of how it would feel to destroy John but as time passed her plans became more complicated and filled with small details of pure evil. She wanted it all, to deprive him of everything. She had made a list. Everything he held dear would abandon him, the pain and frustration that she would cause him would drive him into madness, he would experience what she had experienced, except she would give him something he had been to much of a coward to give her... she would kill him instead of leaving him to be in a bitter world of alone.

She had every single one of the reports on him stored in a drawer. She had a plan, she was careful enough not to let Sinister or the Nasty Boys find out about it, simply because it was not any of their business. She had told the other two because they could help each other. She didn't know what she would do after John's death nor did she know when the plan would become actions. For now, she just had to wait.

X-23 on the other hand had not changed much. She had grown taller and remained the fittest of all three; her toned body was famous for turning heads. Her complexion became paler making her green eyes stand out. She had also dyed her hair black and had started to wear make-up after some time. She was more feminine now. Yet her goal was the same and that was to kill Weapon X.

Rogue had yet to trust her with that information fearing that she would go to the institute. X-23 had asked her if she feared for Wolverine's safety. Rogue turned to her and said that it was about her safety that she was concerned; she then proceeded telling her about the X-men code "You are never alone when you are with the X-men".

"He has help from some of th' most powerful mutants on Earth, also th' most powerful telepath is there and need Ah remind you that we are particular vulnerable to psychic attacks." Rogue explained with her hands on her hips before walking out.

And just like that the session ended, hundreds of robots smashed. The girls smiled to each other after a particularly intense work out and walked out to their rooms.

At the boarding house


Not much had changed as far as the brotherhood's boys were concerned. After Mystique's passing, Magneto had taken the Brotherhood under his wing, more to avoid the boys getting recruited by Charles Xavier than anything else.

Lance was still the unofficial leader and he had continued to date Kitty Pryde. He had a goatee now, had grown up a bit and became more muscular. He appeared as he was quite a catch, but still it seemed to the couple that something was missing. They had lost that spark, that thing that drew them together whenever they were apart. It was either because they didn't want to be alone in this world, or because they felt that they needed a bigger reason to break up. That is why they had remained together.

Fred hadn't changed much. He was older but that hardly showed. The biggest news was that he had gotten a girlfriend. Toad remained the same slimy person that he had always been. As for Pietro, he was officially dating some red haired girl named Crystal. However, he still had yet to understand the meaning of the word 'Fidelity'.

Hours later at the Bayville Cemetery

He stood at the gate of the final address of us all. He couldn't believe that he was finally going to do it. He was finally visiting her grave. He smirked. The weather portrayed his feeling exactly. It was raining terribly. As he approached her grave, mixed with the rain drops, fell tears. He read the inscription on the grave.

Here lies Wanda Maximoff; beloved daughter and sister.

He ran his hand over the tombstone and closed his eyes remembering every single one of her features. He looked at it and saw a fresh bouquet of purple orchids. Pietro had stopped by earlier no doubt.

"Oy will never forget yuh or stop lovin' yuh." John whispered "Oy know ya probably don't believe it but, it's true. Oy do love yah. Oy'm sorry for all th' pain Oy put you through."


Back at the mysterious base


Wanda was the last one to arrive at the planning room. They had gained some new recruits because they had found out their former teams had acquired some as well. Sinister had collected three new mutants for their team. Wanda took the seat between Rogue and X-23. She then stared at the new recruits.

One was a brown haired, brown eyed woman. She was quite pretty, but not as developed as the three of them. She had heard people referring to her as Infectia. That certainly had rang a bell. All of them had been warned not to touch her. Infectia could cause mutations on others by skin to skin contact. She had killed dozens of men in the process, because once they were changed, they would be condemned to a certain death. For some reason she preferred to turn men other than women. It was probably because once they were changed they would become her slaves.

At her left side, between her and Rogue, sat a handsome man. He was in his twenties, same as them. This person seemed oddly familiar to her but she couldn't quite tell where she had seen him before. He had been introduced to the team as Joseph. This man had grey-blue eyes and silver hair. He had pale skin and was very tall. He had spent most of the meeting looking at Rogue. He was flirting without words.

"Ok, Joseph will go with X-23, Wanda and Rogue to retrieve our third recruit." Mr. Sinister stated. He pushed a button showing footage of a blond man with his knees hugged to his chest in a cell.

"Who is he? And what can he do?" X-23 asked as she observed as the sweet looking man turn into a little child.

"Depends on the time." Sinister said with a grin. "We are dealing with three mutants, all in one body."

"The boy is Ian; he is a nine year old. He is mute and had pyrotechnic abilities, but we hardly ever see him. The handsome young man with his hair slicked back is David; he is in his early twenties. I really don't know what powers he had… but he has them that for sure." And with pride, Mr. Sinister introduced the last one "And finally, meet Lucas."

The figure on screen changed again. This personality was clearly the dominate one. He even looked dangerous. He had a spiked collar on and his blond hair was all messy, but still it would be dishonest to call him ugly.

"He is one of the most powerful telepaths and telekinetic in the word. More than his father and his star pupil together." Sinister announced as he turned the tape off.

"His father?" Wanda questioned with a frown.

"You might know him… Mr. Charles Xavier." Sinister smiled. "Anyways… get ready you leave in a few hours."

In one of the many corridors in the mystery base


Rogue was walking towards her room completely aware that he was following her. He made no move to hide it either. She smirked. He had spent all the meeting ogling her.

"Men are dogs." She thought with a smirk, half disgusted.

As she entered the elevator she saw him walk slightly faster. She smirked again when he got in and pushed the button of the third floor; where all the rooms where. Joseph subtlety looked her up and down, admiring her beauty.

"Yes?" Rogue asked as she noticed him looking at her intensely.

"Nothing… just admiring your strength. I heard that you are one of the best fighters in here." Joseph replied, looking in her eyes.

"Ah'm sure that was what y' were doing, Shugah." Rogue said smiling as she walked out of the now opened elevator, towards her bedroom.

At Essex Laboratory


A baby's cry could be heard. Essex approached the Plexiglas crib and picked up the baby. Sinister had built a nursery in his lab so he could have exclusive access to the child. The lab was very sterile looking, everything was translucent, the walls and ceiling were white and the floor was black marble. But all that work had finally paid off, after months of constant work, there he was, healthy and strong.

Sinister could see very little of his mother in him, the nose and eyes were the same but everything else the boy obviously got from his father. He smirked, if the child could do half of what he was said to be able to do, he would be satisfied. He would have created one of the most powerful mutants in history. He would be able to beat his parents and then some. Yes, he was even better than Joseph, and even though Sinister had worked hard cloning Magneto, nothing could compare to the small, fragile being in front of him.

"We need to think of a name for you little man." Nathaniel said as he changed the Child's diaper.

He had always wanted children but unfortunately, THAT had to happen. But not all was lost, that was why he followed that lunatic's orders. He helped him do what he wanted and he would get what he treasured the most in the word.

As soon as he put the child to sleep, he approached a glass tube and looked in. Inside there was a gorgeous woman. Long, wavy, black hair, pale, flawless skin and green eyes covered by closed eyelids; it was as if she was asleep. She was wearing a white, silk, knee long dress that had two spaghetti straps.

Sinister pressed his palm to the glass, slowly leaned in and kissed it.

Back at the cemetery


The rain was starting to weigh on him. His soaked clothes seemed much heavier than they actually were.

"Oy feel so empty without yuh, Wanda. Oy feel… hollow." John whispered as he looked at the tombstone. He then rose from his kneeled position, his heart a little lighter from saying everything he felt he needed to say.

"Oy love you." He added once more as he walked away.

As he was at the gates of the cemetery he turned around. Thunder and lightening hit the ground and as he turned he witness something strange. It was as if the ground was on fire. It surrounded Wanda's grave and just stayed there. It was not speeding or consuming the grass and flowers below. John tried to call the fire, make it bigger, yet it did not obey him. It just stayed there. John briefly considered the hypothesis of his powers wearing out, so he pulled out his lighter and flicked it on. He extended his palm and sure enough, the little flame leapt gracefully into it and grew at his mental command.

"What the hell?" John thought with a frown.

As he stared at it harder, it finally connected. It wasn't fire, it just looked like it. It occurred when lightening hit the ground. Since it was a cemetery, the air was filled with methane, therefore creating the illusion of flame. Still deep down something felt strange. It was as if something bad was about to happen.

By the Jet


Wanda stood there dressed in her red vinyl pants and a V neck cotton black shirt as well as her back vinyl boots. In the pilot seat was X-23, she was wearing a black shirt and dark blue vinyl pants along with her black army boots. It was then that Rogue and Joseph decided to come out. Rogue was wearing a black corset and black vinyl pants as well as her own army boots. Joseph had a black cotton T-shirt on that hugged his muscular figure nicely, black jeans and army boots. They all boarded the chopper and headed to Scotland.

Hours later in Muir Island

"Let me out!" Lucas screamed at the red haired woman that was watching him outside his cell.

"Yuh know I can't do that. Yer father asked me to take care of yuh. So quit yer fussing, Lad." Moira MacTaggert replied as she slid a tray of food inside.

"I don't need you to take care of me! I can take care of myself!" Lucas said as he passed left and right like a caged animal. "Isn't enough that he ignored me all of my childhood? Does he have to rob me of my freedom too?"

"He isn't robbing yuh of anythin'!" Moira snapped and jumped in her friend's defence "He is protecting yuh. Protecting yuh from yerself and others from yuh. Yuh are not well."

Lucas stopped and slammed his fist into the glass frightening the woman.

Outside


The four individuals stood at the gates. There was a sign on them; it read "Moira MacTaggert's Mutant Research Center". Wanda's hands started to glow blue and with a flick of her wrist, the gate came clear off. As they closed in on the building Joseph lifted both his hands and exploded all the cameras. X-23 unleashed her claws and sliced the door open.

Within minutes they encountered the first challenge; Sean Cassidy. Looking at the intruder, Sean screamed. making her go to her knees. She placed her hands over her ears to try and block out the mind numbing sound. However, The Scarlet Witch pulled through and hexed him into the wall, rendering him unconscious. As soon as the sonic waves cleared out, they were ready to proceed. They headed towards the elevator that would lead them to the location of their newest recruit.

As soon as they exited the elevator they came face to face with Moira. Joseph collected the metal holding the mutant's cell and wrapped it around her, blocking her. Wanda hexed Lucas' cell repeatedly until it gave in to her will and the man was freed.

"What the hell…" Lucas shouted.

"Do you want to talk or do you want to leave this place?" X-23 demanded as she turned around and headed back to the elevator.

Lucas looked around to the destruction that surrounded him and ran after the short girl. Joseph and Rogue soon followed. Wanda looked at the blond haired man that she had helped release and as their eyes connected she realized what he was trying to do. She began to feel him inside of her head. She gasped as she could feel him prying inside of her. She grabbed her head and screamed at the pain that he was inflicting upon her.

"Get out!" Wanda screamed, but the damage was done.

Kevin MacTaggert's body was laying on the floor, limp, dead and Wanda's head now had two people inside of it.

Ok people that was it and it was strange don't you think so? Anyways several questions rose in here. Whose baby was that? Who was the woman in the glass? What is going on with Sinister? Answer these questions correctly and you shall win a prize.

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Anna