"Forgive my rudeness, I'm Eddie," the ebony brute told the lot whilst bowing.
"Don't tell them your name stupid!" a fist punched him in the head, "And stop taking your eyes off enemies." a new grunt glared at him then to the man in his grasp, "What is that?"
Eddie glanced to the other, "Well... our hostage. Can't be followed right?"
"Looks like you finally used your head," he gripped Mikhail's shirt pulling him towards him when he noticed the resistance, "Let go."
"Why? I'm going to take her to the ship," he pulled the Russian closer.
"We are not about to argue this, get to the ship now!" he swung the gun at him.
Eddie dodged and huffed, "Fine, but you be gentle, that's my future child bearer," he released Mikhail arm and kissed his hand before leaving, "Soon darling."
The grunt rolled his eyes, "You lot look less threatening without your powers, so let me tell you how this is going to go," he snatched Mikhail by the hair aiming a gun at his head.
"You shouldn't do that," Victor warned.
"Can it. Any of you follow or give chase of any kind and pretty boy here is gonna have a very open mind."
Pete glared to his brother's captor.
"We have an understanding?" he sniffed Mikhail's hair, "I'd hate to hurt Eddie's new 'lady'." he drug a finger across the Russians beard, earning a kick in the shin from Mikhail.
The grunt grit his teeth in pain and pistol whipped him across the left side of his face. Despite his expectation that had very little effect, simply resulting in Mikhail giving him an incredibly displeased look and causing Pete's blood to boil when he saw this.
Grunt notice the man step forward and become metal again, realizing that Eddie had taken the inhibitor with him.
"Stay back," he shoved the gun in Mikhail's mouth, "Let's go." he yanked him by the hair, purposely slamming his head into the door frame as he drug him away.
"Ohh, he's going to die," Cain commented, a little giddy.
"You aren't a mutant, go get my brother!" Pete glared to the mystic.
"Ok, ok, I'm going," he walked towards the door, "So angry."
With no time to respond there was a loud explosion, sending the door flying off the hinges into Cain with such force that it shattered the glass and knocked him off his feet.
"Oh no," Piotr quickly ran through the door frame, what was left of it, to see what had happened.
X
Mikhail was politely wiping his face with the remnants of his shirt.
"Brother! Are you ok?" Pete rushed towards him, lifting him off the ground and checking him for any marks. There were plenty of them, but mainly a fresh, swelling bruise where the gun had made impact. He sighed some, thankful that was all he saw. He would do a more thorough inspection later. His relief was temporary, unfortunately, when he didn't see his brother's captor.
"Mikhail? Where?"
"I probably don't need to tell you," the elder shrugged and walked to Cain, ripping a strip of fabric from his shirt, "But one is pretty good in terms of ratio."
"The h3ll!?" the Mystic dusted himself off and looked at his clothes, "I do like this shirt!"
"He broke the elastic," he tied his hair into a low ponytail.
Pete grabbed his brother's arm, "[We do not kill, Mikhail. We don't do it!]" Mik rolled his eyes, rather bored at the comment. His chin was grabbed and turned to look up at his little brother again, "[Promise me]"
Mik tsked and looked off before looking deep into his brother's baby blues, "[I promise.]"
Pete sighed a thank you as his elder brother glared off, clearly upset for having to make that promise.
"You are an artist," Cain clapped his hands as he looked at the obliterated room. There was nothing left, just a bleached outline of what was once possibly the grunt and assumably where Mikhail had stood.
"Do not encourage him!" Pete scolded.
"Oh let the man have some form of release," Victor walked through the broken items, "We're having fun."
"This is not meant to be fun," Logan sighed as his brother hurried away to his friends.
Cain snickered, "Not to you," he looked to the purple starting to form on Mikie's face, over the scar, "That side of your face can't catch a break."
"From the guy whose face literally destroys concrete walls," he scoffed, walking past him.
Cain clutched his chest in mock hurt as Victor laughed heartily, pointing to Cain.
X
The pace had to be stepped up to get the head honcho before he escaped. They entered an open field where the chopper lay in shambles, a mutant lay near it, slowly crawling from it.
"Please," he called weakly, "help me."
The group approached him with caution, Storm leaning to investigate the man.
"He's hurt," she place a hand on the gaping wound on his stomach.
Beast walked over to help her. Pete started to get closer to the mutant to see how bad the wound was. Mikhail glanced a bit harder towards the mutant when they lifted him and quickly became tense.
"Mikhail what-?" Pete was startled when his brother blocked his way and started pushing him away.
"Get back from that charlatan!" he pushed his younger brother away.
Upon hearing the wounded mutant cocked his head to see the speaker, "Rasputin?" he looked to alpha mutant, "My has it been a while. I thought you dead."
"Wishful thinking on both our parts," he commented.
"My, my, it's like old times," he smiled.
"I don't know you so well. You certainly don't know me as well as you think," he kept his brother behind him as the mutant coughed.
"Is that what you tell yourself to sleep?"
"What makes you think I sleep?" He glared.
"That is enough," Storm warned dropping him.
Raug looked to her from the ground, slowing pushing himself up and holding his stomach. He looked to the man behind Mikhail, "Is this your Piotr? He's still as cute as that picture you keep near your heart."
That sent the already unstable man over the edge. His eyes blackened and the taunting mutant felt his skin tighten, crawl and burn as it was manipulated. He wished to scream but his mouth had fused shut, and he was unable to breath as his throat swelled shut.
"Mikhail stop!" Pete told his brother as the man gripped his throat in a panic, "Brother please!" he shook at his shoulder. He became alarmed as the mutant dropped to his knees, suffocating to death. He snatched the back of his brother's shirt, lifting him near a foot off the ground.
Mikhail shrieked as his hair was yanked roughly at the base of his skull.
Piotr glared to his brother, still holding him off the ground, "Misha you promised me!"
The older man's eyes went to their normal electric blue as Raug gasped for air audibly now that Mikhail had reversed his mutations.
"Geez calm down!" Cain looked at his friend as his brother sat him back down.