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Blueshift Chapter Fifty Nine (NC-17)
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Nathaniel
Essex did not have complicated tastes.
He credited that to his upbringing and the times in which he was raised.
He enjoyed things like a nice, simple
tea with simple accompaniments. He
relished quiet Sunday afternoons spent reading or calling on acquaintances.
lab table, he did enjoy a creating things with his own hands.
it, was so powerful to him that he often wondered if he were addicted like some
men of his acquaintance had been addicted to their snuff, carrying around tiny
silver boxes and partaking out of sight of ladies.
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end of the brushed metal table and smiled.
The project seemed to be going very well, despite Tarot’s arrogant
inexperience. Pietro
had kept her busy enough the past few days, unwittingly doing just as his
father and Essex himself had wanted. The
teenagers had been so tied up running between the Institute and the
Boardinghouse, following Sabretooth and Mystique,
that they had left the lab virtually untouched.
“Incubus,”
watched, “show yourself.”
“You know
that’s no possible. I haven’t been able
to do that in…well, since before you were born,” the disembodied voice
responded. The air shimmered before
though, and the faint outline of a man appeared briefly.
“
bent to examine the fluid levels in one test tube in particular, frowning
thoughtfully as he noticed the level was just short of being too low.
“Ah…”
replied. “I cannot catch him in the
act. All I know is that he is indeed
male and he is not…average. He’s like a
shadow.”
sighed. “If you begin to wax rhapsodic
on old radio plays, I’ll call in an exorcist.”
He added some nutrient fluid to the test tube and nodded to himself in
satisfaction.
“I said a
shadow, not THE Shadow,” Incubus responded tartly.
“Does
Magneto know you’re still about?”
“
knew that Incubus had not left but the invisible creature was not going to
respond to him any further. He pointedly
turned away from where he knew Incubus to be and busied himself with organizing
the paperwork Tarot had left in a neat, albeit irrational, stack near the
computer on the opposite end of the table.
Everything seemed to be going as planned, he noted. Magneto had been,
dare he say it, honored to have his bloodline chosen for this project. Project
is too simple a word, he thought, tapping his finger against the pile of
paperwork. _Experiment is too clinical
for what this is… this is life changing.
Literally… _
sounded in the hall leading to the lab.
They were heavy, fast… “
preparing himself to deal with an intellectual inferior.
“
Institute,” the large man grunted as he swung open the metal door.
“I’m
otherwise occupied,” the doctor said primly, pulling the front of his lab coat
together. He was not a fan of the white,
stark material but he found it lent him an air of authority when in the lab and
he wore it to project superiority, particularly over Tarot.
company.”
“Old man’s
busy,” Sabretooth rumbled, eyeing
thoroughly. “You smell of fear,” he
added. “Are you afraid of me?”
snarled. “I do not fear you, you oversized monkey.
proceeded to power up the computer.
“Incubus
has no smell,” Sabretooth said after a moment, moving
towards
predatory. “You, though…”
throaty rumble, “smell of fear and sweat.”
“I fear
nothing.” He tapped in his password and
waited. He was still not truly used to
computers despite having used them in many forms over the previous decades.
see working from the inside out. He
decided that’s why he did not mind people so much—he had seen them inside out
on many occasions and knew how they worked.
“Everyone
fears something.” It was the most
throat, he decided, and promptly switched back to short words and phrases.
He took
feet. Despite his height,
close to being a burden for Sabretooth.
“Who’s
here?” he demanded, weakly twisting in Sabretooth’s
grasp.
“The Shi’ar,”
Magneto intoned mildly from the door. He
was pulling on an old pair of black leather gloves, paying special attention to
making sure the fingers were all properly fitted and not looking at Essex at
all. “They are, it seems, ahead of
schedule. At least the schedule postulated by the boys in the home office, as
it were.”
found himself released from Sabretooth’s grasp and
his balance sorely off as he staggered forward, towards Magneto.
Home office?” He shook his head,
stepping back. “I have work to do
here. Ubermensch
don’t create themselves.”
Magneto
raised a brow. “Between your visions of
a
with recombining DNA, I begin to think you need a vacation, Nathaniel old man.”
opened his mouth to protest but paused, catching something in Magneto’s tone
that told him something was up, something was either going awry in the body of
the plan or Magneto was attempting a diversion tactic, something to throw
others off their trail. “Fine.
hours.”
“
guest.” He smiled tightly.
nodded, edging past Sabretooth.
He glanced at the lab table and the gestating tubes of pale solutions.
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