"Magnetic"

Chapter Four

"The White Queen vs. The White Bishop"

Emma Frost awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and a little overjoyed. Entering Mystiques mind last night had provided her with some much needed mischief. The last time she was able to have any fun was when she went to see the Soviet General. Of course Eric and Charles had made a royal mess of that plan. She shook that memory from her mind and went about getting ready for the day. She got undressed and walked over to the shower. She turned the nozzle and reached her right hand out to feel the temperature of the water. When she found a temperature that was comfortable she stepped into the shower and let the water hit her body.

Upon finishing her shower she dried herself off and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a robe and put it on before going about the rest of her morning routine. When she was done brushing her teeth she went over to her closet and looked through her clothes. Shortly after Eric helped her escape CIA custody she had Azazel teleport her to the old location of the Hellfire Club and packed a few suitcases. She chose to wear a white tank top and white leather pants. Everything she owned was white. She figured if she was going to be The White Queen of the Hellfire Club then she might as well dress the part.

She walked back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror messing with her hair trying to decide how to wear it. She decided on a ponytail and went downstairs. When Emma walked into the kitchen she saw Mystique and Magneto sitting at the table not really saying anything to each other.

"Good morning." Emma smiled and walked over to the pot of coffee. Mystique got up and made her way over to Emma. Raven slapped her but Emma had turned into her diamond form before and Mystique only ended up hurting herself.

Bitch!

So nice of you to notice, Emma thought with a smile. Raven ran out of the room and Emma made her way to the table. Eric waited a few seconds and then looked at her.

"What was that all about?"

"I don't know...Maybe she had a bad dream."

"Hmmm...Guess I'm not the only one."

Emma laughed. "I wouldn't call your dream all bad."

Eric got up and walked over to her putting his hand around her throat.

"I won't tell you to stay out of my head again."

"Charles is a powerful telepath...It was hard not to pick up on your dream..What with all the psychic energy going around."

"What are you talking about?"

"Xavier projected those images into your head."

She could tell that Eric was somewhat disappointed but he let her go.

"So those images were Charles manipulating me?"

Emma took her chance. "Maybe he's trying to throw you off balance. If your preoccupied you won't concentrate on your mission as much."

She watched as Eric looked down with a sullen expression on his face. She finished her coffee and prepared to leave but looked at him once more.

"If you like I could..." Instead of finishing the thought she used her ability to produce an image of Charles. The image walked over to Eric and with his right hand raised his head up.

"Try not to let it get to you. We are on opposite sides after all."

Eric swatted at the image and scowled at Emma.

"Would you prefer if I got Mystique?"

"Get out!"

"I mean she could actually give you-"

Before Emma could finish she saw Eric extend a hand to the knife drawer and he pulled his fist back to him which caused the drawer to open. The next thing she saw was a bunch of knives begin levitating.

"Don't test me!"

Emma smiled which must have made Eric more angry because the knives headed right for her. She quickly changed into diamond form before the knives could actually harm her.

"I'm just having fun...You're too serious all the time...You need to lighten up."

Eric arched an eyebrow. "Don't you have a job to do?"

Emma remembered that she was supposed to talk to someone else from the Hellfire club and began to leave the room. Before she left she looked back at Eric and frowned.

"Just because Charles projected images into your head doesn't mean that neither one of you has those feelings in reality. I think the fact that you kissed him says more about your feelings then if he had been the one to have to kiss you. Think it over."

She liked being bad but she could also be good when the moment struck her. Anything not to get struck by knives again.

Azazel and Emma appeared outside the house of Donald Pierce both taking a look around to see if he had any guards waiting to greet them. When she was certain the coast was clear Emma made her way to the front door.

"Remember at the first sign of trouble to get in there."

Azazel nodded and disappeared. Emma knocked on the door and was greeted by the butler.

"Greetings Miss Frost. Mr. Pierce is expecting you."

"I'm sure he is."

It had been only weeks since Sebastian Shaw had died at the hands of Magneto and word had spread through the Hellfire Club really quick. Now there was an opening on the Inner Council and Emma wanted to make sure it was someone of her choosing. The only mutant she knew off hand who might be able to fill the void left by Sebastian was Magneto but she knew Donald wouldn't like that at all.

The butler led her into a room that was barely lit. The only light came from the fireplace and she saw a chair placed in front of it. There was something about the mood Donald was trying to create that filled her with unease. Nonetheless she walked forward not wanting to show her unease to him.

"Donald."

He got out of the chair and smiled at her. It was a smile that let her know he was thinking about the empty seat as much as she was. "Emma."

Emma crossed her arms and began tapping her right foot on the floor.

I'm waiting Donald.

I'm sure you are.

Donald motioned for his butler to leave them alone and he obliged. Once the butler was gone Pierce went over to a table that had glasses and a bottle of scotch.

"Would you care for some Emma?"

"You know I don't like that foul stuff."

"Suit yourself."

He poured himself a glass and held the stem of the short glass in between his index and middle finger, twirling it before he took his first sip. A few short moments passed and he grinned.

"Are we going to stand around all day or do you have something to discuss with me?"

"You know why I'm here so we can dispense with the boring small talk. There is an opening in the Inner Circle and I mean to fill it with someone of my choosing."

"Do you now? What if I don't like your choice?"

"I fail to see where that is my problem. You can agree or disagree with my choice but it will happen White Bishop."

"Ah calling ourselves by titles now are we White Queen?"

"I always found it tedious to refer to ourselves by title but I just thought I should remind you of the hierarchy of the council."

The White Bishop laughed. "Have you talked to the Black Bishop yet? I suppose not since he was extremely loyal to Sebastian. One might say he would even try to become the Black King himself."

"Which is why I came to you first. He can hardly oppose the two of us if we join forces and you'll find my choice of candidate more than adequate."

"Will I now? Tell me how you came to be rescued by Sebastian's killer."

"There's not much to tell. I was being held by the CIA and he broke me out."

Donald took another sip of his scotch and frowned.

"How long was Sebastian dead before you spread your legs for another man?"

Emma ran over to him, shifted into her diamond form and punched him hard.

"You will watch how you speak to me!"

Pierce laughed.

"Or what? You'll hurt me again? I'm a cyborg remember?"

The White Queen shifted back into her regular form and smiled.

"I could still kill you if I wish to."

"Really?"

Emma whistled and Azazel appeared. He grabbed Donald by the neck and held a blade to his throat.

"I wonder how you'll be able to function without a head. It has been a while since Azazel's blade felt flesh. I would love for him to be able to use it on you. Then I could go after Harry Leland and be done with the both of you."

Donald snapped his fingers and ten guards entered the room with their guns pointed at Emma. She shifted back to her diamond form and laughed.

"How quickly you forget."

The White Bishop smiled. "I've forgotten nothing. Do you think it's gunpowder in those bullets? I dare you to test that theory."

Emma scowled and knew immediately that he had the bullets made with finely cut diamonds. It appeared they were at an impasse.

"Send your goons away and I will tell Azazel to stay his blade."

"On the count of three. One...Two..Three..."

Azazel waited until the last of Donald's men were gone and disappeared.

"I'll agree to your terms Emma. Leland will be more hard to coerce though."

"Not to worry."

"Oh I'm not worried..In fact I'm hoping that one of you does die."

Emma knew he was telling the truth and began to walk away. By this time tomorrow Magneto would be both head of the Brotherhood and have a seat in the Inner Circle with Emma serving as his right hand. Things couldn't be going better for her. She whistled when she got outside and Azazel appeared.

"Well?"

"We got what we came for."

"Good."

"I want you to travel to the New York branch of the Hellfire Club and see to the Black Bishop right away. Sebastian may have trusted him but he's never liked me."

"Who do you want to fill his seat?"

"I'll need to think on that. There's no rush really."

As the two left Donald's mansion Emma began to think of her next move.

Author's Note – It took me longer than expected but when I first started writing this chapter I didn't like where it was going so I took a break, thought about it and then came back to it and I think this works much better then the way I had it before. Originally after the stuff in the kitchen I was going to have Magneto call a meeting of his Brotherhood and they were going to discuss acquiring a new mutant. I thought I knew how they would track this mutant down but nope. They were going to build their own Cerebro but then I realized that wouldn't work or at least in my head it wouldn't work. I read up on the Hellfire Club and its members and decided to introduce Donald Pierce aka The White Bishop and mention another member named Harry Leland aka The Black Bishop. Well..it was fun writing this chapter and I'll have Chapter Five up as soon as I can. Until next time..;-)