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Persistence of Memory Chapter Fifty Four (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, Uberbeta and Secret Elf…hee
hee. The glitter has made a
reappearance. Alan can’t be far behind.
InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink get big heaps of Muse Kibble™ for
archiving. J ProPhile is around here somewhere… ParkerFloyd, are you still there? Readers/Reviewers: *happy dance * Thank you!
“Is that
egg?”
“God, I
hope so…” Scott dabbed violently at
some clear, viscous substance on his jacket.
“The possibilities disgust me.”
Jean sighed
and reached across the table to dab at the substance with her moistened napkin
as well. “What happened?”
“I was
coming out of the store with Logan and someone just hurled this at me… Logan
got a face-full of sauerkraut from the deli section.” Scott vented a snort of
amusement and glanced up at Jean. “Guess
his reflexes were off today.”
“No one
ever suspects the sauerkraut,” Jean sighed.
“I think most of it’s off…Oh, my God.”
Scott
craned his neck to see what had attracted Jean’s attention so. A line of mutants with equally grim
expressions was trooping into the diner.
“Looks like the Catholic contingent didn’t fare well.” He raised a hand to get Kurt’s attention and
was favored with a grimace of pure anger.
“Whoa…”
There was
some general scuffling as seats were found, Kurt and Rahne pulling up to the
table with Jean and Scott while the others spread out through the
restaurant. “There were protesters
outside the church,” Kurt said tensely.
“They were shouting things best not said on Holy ground.”
Rahne
looked shaken. “We got kicked out of
Mass.” She took a sip of Jean’s ice
water without looking at anyone around her.
“I don’t want to be excommunicated.”
Kurt sighed
painfully. “We haven’t violated
dogmatic law. Yet. We can’t be excommunicated.” [1] He glanced at some of the younger students
and frowned. “I don’t think they
understood…”
“What do
you mean you got kicked out?” Scott demanded, finally catching onto the thread
of the conversation. “Can they do that?”
“The deacon
took me and Rahne aside and said we were not welcome at Saint Erasums[2]’s
anymore.” Kurt’s fingers curled convulsively into fists. “The parish I grew up in would never…”
Rahne
choked on a sob. “How can being the way
I am be a sin? I didn’t choose this…” She dashed tears from her eyes and tried to
smile. “At least I won’t have to put
tights on Sunday mornings anymore.”
Kurt
averted his eyes as her face crumpled into guilty crying. Scott shook his head vehemently, scooting
over to give Jean room for hugging Rahne.
“I don’t believe this. Maybe
that egg wasn’t just some joke.”
“Egg?”
Scott
pointed to the drying spot on his jacket and related the tale of the grocery
store. “And you guys getting kicked out
of Mass…what’s next?”
“Never say
that,” Kurt groaned.
Rahne
sniffed. “Too late…”
The rest of the residents of the
Institute who had been out that morning were streaming into the diner. Some were spotted with what looked like
paint or food, and some looked like they had been in a tussle. They all looked angry and not a little
scared. Voices swelled and accused and
carried, everyone trading stories about their mornings at a fever pitch,
drowning out the few non-mutant diner patrons.
It all fell to a hush when Storm strode in, her face set in grave lines,
Amara trailing with Wanda and Tabby and assorted others. “We seem to have a
problem…”
“Gonna have a bigger one in a
minute if you lot don’t clear out,” the man behind the counter drawled. Over his shoulder, on a wall mounted
television, the “breaking news” played on Channel Four. The sound was off but the picture was
dreadfully clear. Not only was Firestar
displaying her talents, so to speak, but Magneto was freely demonstrating his
abilities like some sideshow huckster.
The reporter’s mouth moved silently but he seemed to be excited about
what was going on. The entire
Brotherhood of Mutants was showing off for the entire world to see.
Kurt laughed weakly. “You believe that mess?” he asked, pointing
the screen. “That’s the t.v. equivalent
of tabloids.”
The man shrugged. “All I know is you’re the same kids I saw
last week on the news an’ now
this? I may not believe in
mutants but you people are nothin’ but trouble. Get outta my restaurant.”
Storm held out a placating hand
when Scott would have risen to his feet.
“We will leave. Come along,
everyone.”
Professor Xavier frowned
thoughtfully at the television. “I don’t
understand…this isn’t like Magneto at all.”
Kitty patted Lucas’s back
fretfully. “What’s taking the others so
long?”
“Calm down,” Warren soothed, taking
the baby from Kitty. “They aren’t
supposed to be back until at least two thirty.
It’s only a quarter till now.”
Professor Xavier’s expression
became more intense as he stared at Magneto again. “Scatterbrain, perhaps…”
He looked up at Warren and Kitty, the only two other than Psylocke and
Jono still in the mansion aside from him.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave, please.”
“What?” Kitty started and frowned.
“What are you going to do?”
“I need to talk to someone in
private. Please go.” He turned off the television and glanced
pointedly at the door.
Warren helped Kitty up with one
hand and held Lucas with the other. “Come
on. Let’s go bug uncle Jono for a
while. He just loves it when you spit
up on his nicack ack coat…”
“I hope you mean Lucas and not me,”
Kitty muttered as they ambled from the room.
Professor Xavier spared a small
smile for their exchange and then emptied his mind of stress. “Incubus,” he murmured aloud, “come out come
out wherever you are…”
In a soft surge of energy and a
pull of ether, Incubus freed himself from the Professor’s weakened hold over
him. He had no form of his own, merely
a shimmering distortion in the air, faceless and skinless, though entirely
capable of being seen if he expended enough energy, the sort he stole from others. “Yes?”
His voice was oddly real, in juxtaposition with his bodyless state.
“I know most of your…employer’s…plans…I
suggest you tell me the rest quickly before I have you committed to a corpse.”
Incubus became briefly solid, angry
and pale, before fading again into the atmosphere. “If I tell you, what good would it do? You are scared and weak. Telling
you would only hasten your sure heart attack.”
“If it makes you feel any better,
my last checkup before this little…incident…was perfect. I have the heart of a much younger man…” He raised a brow. “Now, tell me or I’m afraid you’ll find yourself sorely tested
without a soul to feed on.”
Incubus may have laughed. “It’s too late anyway. You seem to forget, Charles, I’ve been
rattling about in your head for a day or so now. I know you inside and out…all the dirty little secrets.”
“Not all of them,” Professor Xavier
smiled. “You are a sentient being with
a mind of your own…” He sent out his
command quickly and ruthlessly. Incubus’s
mind opened like a flower, exposing hidden secrets in a screaming stream of
image and sound and sensation. It took all of two minutes and left Incubus
a bare flicker of sentience and the Professor shaken. “Thank you,” he murmured.
“I’m done with you now.”
Magneto felt dirty. “That,” he said to Pietro, “was the lowest
point of my adult life. Including the
seventies.”
Pietro was not accustomed to his
father in a nearly giddy state. “What’s
going to happen now?” he asked. “And
why did we have to come back to Bayville?
I thought we were moving the base of operations to…”
“Not now, boy,” Magneto hissed,
suddenly on edge. “We have company.”
“It’s just Tarot,” Pietro
shrugged. “She’s always here.”
“No, not Tarot.” He motioned for silence and glowered at the
stairs of the Boardinghouse. After a
moment, a teenage girl came bounding down, followed by a familiar looking
teenaged boy. “Mystique,” Magneto said pleasantly. “How nice to see you again. I thought you’d abdicated.”
“Mystique?” Evan’s eyes widened. “This is Risty…” He pushed her protectively behind him and
glared at Magneto. “You leave her
alone!”
“How charming,” Magneto laughed. “He has a crush.”
Risty looked chagrined. “Evan…”
“Come on, Risty. Let’s get out of here.”
“No,” she sighed.
“You don’t know who this is…Even if
you are friends with Fred, he’s nothing compared to this guy. Come on!”
“Evan,” she said tersely, “you are
dense.” Before his eyes, she became
Mystique. “You betrayed your friends for a girl. There’s something poetic in that.”
“Betrayed…what?”
“You told me everything about the
Institute, you dolt. You showed me the
place. You all but gave me a key.”
Evan looked sick. “No…I…no!”
“Welcome to the Brotherhood, Mister
Daniels,” Magneto grd. d. “Now, on to
new business…”
A/N No, Risty and Evan did NOT
sleep together. No pedophilia in this
fic. They were just upstairs talking to
Fred for some reason. Sorry this is so
short. I have a hugely evil test in the
morning and I’m studying so this is what you get. Love ya anyway. ;)
[1] http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/05678a.htm
Who said you never learn anything
reading fic?
[2] http://www.catholic-forum.com/saints/sainte05.htm
AKA St. Elmo. Known for St. Elmo’s fire and is the patron saint against
appendicitis, abdominal pain, boatmen and tons of other things. His symbol is the windlass.
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch, Uberbeta and Secret Elf…hee
hee. The glitter has made a
reappearance. Alan can’t be far behind.
InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink get big heaps of Muse Kibble™ for
archiving. J ProPhile is around here somewhere… ParkerFloyd, are you still there? Readers/Reviewers: *happy dance * Thank you!
“Is that
egg?”
“God, I
hope so…” Scott dabbed violently at
some clear, viscous substance on his jacket.
“The possibilities disgust me.”
Jean sighed
and reached across the table to dab at the substance with her moistened napkin
as well. “What happened?”
“I was
coming out of the store with Logan and someone just hurled this at me… Logan
got a face-full of sauerkraut from the deli section.” Scott vented a snort of
amusement and glanced up at Jean. “Guess
his reflexes were off today.”
“No one
ever suspects the sauerkraut,” Jean sighed.
“I think most of it’s off…Oh, my God.”
Scott
craned his neck to see what had attracted Jean’s attention so. A line of mutants with equally grim
expressions was trooping into the diner.
“Looks like the Catholic contingent didn’t fare well.” He raised a hand to get Kurt’s attention and
was favored with a grimace of pure anger.
“Whoa…”
There was
some general scuffling as seats were found, Kurt and Rahne pulling up to the
table with Jean and Scott while the others spread out through the
restaurant. “There were protesters
outside the church,” Kurt said tensely.
“They were shouting things best not said on Holy ground.”
Rahne
looked shaken. “We got kicked out of
Mass.” She took a sip of Jean’s ice
water without looking at anyone around her.
“I don’t want to be excommunicated.”
Kurt sighed
painfully. “We haven’t violated
dogmatic law. Yet. We can’t be excommunicated.” [1] He glanced at some of the younger students
and frowned. “I don’t think they
understood…”
“What do
you mean you got kicked out?” Scott demanded, finally catching onto the thread
of the conversation. “Can they do that?”
“The deacon
took me and Rahne aside and said we were not welcome at Saint Erasums[2]’s
anymore.” Kurt’s fingers curled convulsively into fists. “The parish I grew up in would never…”
Rahne
choked on a sob. “How can being the way
I am be a sin? I didn’t choose this…” She dashed tears from her eyes and tried to
smile. “At least I won’t have to put
tights on Sunday mornings anymore.”
Kurt
averted his eyes as her face crumpled into guilty crying. Scott shook his head vehemently, scooting
over to give Jean room for hugging Rahne.
“I don’t believe this. Maybe
that egg wasn’t just some joke.”
“Egg?”
Scott
pointed to the drying spot on his jacket and related the tale of the grocery
store. “And you guys getting kicked out
of Mass…what’s next?”
“Never say
that,” Kurt groaned.
Rahne
sniffed. “Too late…”
The rest of the residents of the
Institute who had been out that morning were streaming into the diner. Some were spotted with what looked like
paint or food, and some looked like they had been in a tussle. They all looked angry and not a little
scared. Voices swelled and accused and
carried, everyone trading stories about their mornings at a fever pitch,
drowning out the few non-mutant diner patrons.
It all fell to a hush when Storm strode in, her face set in grave lines,
Amara trailing with Wanda and Tabby and assorted others. “We seem to have a
problem…”
“Gonna have a bigger one in a
minute if you lot don’t clear out,” the man behind the counter drawled. Over his shoulder, on a wall mounted
television, the “breaking news” played on Channel Four. The sound was off but the picture was
dreadfully clear. Not only was Firestar
displaying her talents, so to speak, but Magneto was freely demonstrating his
abilities like some sideshow huckster.
The reporter’s mouth moved silently but he seemed to be excited about
what was going on. The entire
Brotherhood of Mutants was showing off for the entire world to see.
Kurt laughed weakly. “You believe that mess?” he asked, pointing
the screen. “That’s the t.v. equivalent
of tabloids.”
The man shrugged. “All I know is you’re the same kids I saw
last week on the news an’ now
this? I may not believe in
mutants but you people are nothin’ but trouble. Get outta my restaurant.”
Storm held out a placating hand
when Scott would have risen to his feet.
“We will leave. Come along,
everyone.”
Professor Xavier frowned
thoughtfully at the television. “I don’t
understand…this isn’t like Magneto at all.”
Kitty patted Lucas’s back
fretfully. “What’s taking the others so
long?”
“Calm down,” Warren soothed, taking
the baby from Kitty. “They aren’t
supposed to be back until at least two thirty.
It’s only a quarter till now.”
Professor Xavier’s expression
became more intense as he stared at Magneto again. “Scatterbrain, perhaps…”
He looked up at Warren and Kitty, the only two other than Psylocke and
Jono still in the mansion aside from him.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave, please.”
“What?” Kitty started and frowned.
“What are you going to do?”
“I need to talk to someone in
private. Please go.” He turned off the television and glanced
pointedly at the door.
Warren helped Kitty up with one
hand and held Lucas with the other. “Come
on. Let’s go bug uncle Jono for a
while. He just loves it when you spit
up on his nicack ack coat…”
“I hope you mean Lucas and not me,”
Kitty muttered as they ambled from the room.
Professor Xavier spared a small
smile for their exchange and then emptied his mind of stress. “Incubus,” he murmured aloud, “come out come
out wherever you are…”
In a soft surge of energy and a
pull of ether, Incubus freed himself from the Professor’s weakened hold over
him. He had no form of his own, merely
a shimmering distortion in the air, faceless and skinless, though entirely
capable of being seen if he expended enough energy, the sort he stole from others. “Yes?”
His voice was oddly real, in juxtaposition with his bodyless state.
“I know most of your…employer’s…plans…I
suggest you tell me the rest quickly before I have you committed to a corpse.”
Incubus became briefly solid, angry
and pale, before fading again into the atmosphere. “If I tell you, what good would it do? You are scared and weak. Telling
you would only hasten your sure heart attack.”
“If it makes you feel any better,
my last checkup before this little…incident…was perfect. I have the heart of a much younger man…” He raised a brow. “Now, tell me or I’m afraid you’ll find yourself sorely tested
without a soul to feed on.”
Incubus may have laughed. “It’s too late anyway. You seem to forget, Charles, I’ve been
rattling about in your head for a day or so now. I know you inside and out…all the dirty little secrets.”
“Not all of them,” Professor Xavier
smiled. “You are a sentient being with
a mind of your own…” He sent out his
command quickly and ruthlessly. Incubus’s
mind opened like a flower, exposing hidden secrets in a screaming stream of
image and sound and sensation. It took all of two minutes and left Incubus
a bare flicker of sentience and the Professor shaken. “Thank you,” he murmured.
“I’m done with you now.”
Magneto felt dirty. “That,” he said to Pietro, “was the lowest
point of my adult life. Including the
seventies.”
Pietro was not accustomed to his
father in a nearly giddy state. “What’s
going to happen now?” he asked. “And
why did we have to come back to Bayville?
I thought we were moving the base of operations to…”
“Not now, boy,” Magneto hissed,
suddenly on edge. “We have company.”
“It’s just Tarot,” Pietro
shrugged. “She’s always here.”
“No, not Tarot.” He motioned for silence and glowered at the
stairs of the Boardinghouse. After a
moment, a teenage girl came bounding down, followed by a familiar looking
teenaged boy. “Mystique,” Magneto said pleasantly. “How nice to see you again. I thought you’d abdicated.”
“Mystique?” Evan’s eyes widened. “This is Risty…” He pushed her protectively behind him and
glared at Magneto. “You leave her
alone!”
“How charming,” Magneto laughed. “He has a crush.”
Risty looked chagrined. “Evan…”
“Come on, Risty. Let’s get out of here.”
“No,” she sighed.
“You don’t know who this is…Even if
you are friends with Fred, he’s nothing compared to this guy. Come on!”
“Evan,” she said tersely, “you are
dense.” Before his eyes, she became
Mystique. “You betrayed your friends for a girl. There’s something poetic in that.”
“Betrayed…what?”
“You told me everything about the
Institute, you dolt. You showed me the
place. You all but gave me a key.”
Evan looked sick. “No…I…no!”
“Welcome to the Brotherhood, Mister
Daniels,” Magneto grd. d. “Now, on to
new business…”
A/N No, Risty and Evan did NOT
sleep together. No pedophilia in this
fic. They were just upstairs talking to
Fred for some reason. Sorry this is so
short. I have a hugely evil test in the
morning and I’m studying so this is what you get. Love ya anyway. ;)
[1] http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/05678a.htm
Who said you never learn anything
reading fic?
[2] http://www.catholic-forum.com/saints/sainte05.htm
AKA St. Elmo. Known for St. Elmo’s fire and is the patron saint against
appendicitis, abdominal pain, boatmen and tons of other things. His symbol is the windlass.