X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Seven Deadly ❯ Lust ( Chapter 6 )

Seven Deadly

A X-Men Fanfiction

Written by RogueMoon

 

Chapter Six

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LUST: Hankering for impure pleasures; giving into sexual or sociological compulsions and/or transgressions including (but not limited to) sexual addiction, adultery, rape, perversion and incest.

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Two weeks after the final surgery he was given a clean bill of health. His metabolism was still higher than it had been, but it had stabilized. He was no longer burning his own body out. He had control over the power that first sent him to the Devil.

He would only destroy a theater full of innocents if he decided he wanted to. No more accidents.

The Devil let him leave now, take part in missions. Both with alone and with the Marauders. He was their leader now. Grey Crow was upset at first, but it was what the Devil wanted. Had always wanted. They couldn't question the order.

He started tracking the X-Men. It wasn't difficult. The Devil had made a practice of keeping an eye on some of his favorite experiments.

They had started to look for him again. A large concentration in Chicago. Jubilee had talked. He needed to draw them away from the base. Too long in the city and they might actually find it.

Nightcrawler was visiting his friends in Excalibur. In London. London was nice in the winter. He decided to pay the priest a visit over Christmas. He had three days. He would give the man something unforgettable.

He arrived in the city easily enough. The tesseract system the Devil used was more than convenient. Within minutes he was standing outside the Excalibur headquarters.

The people passing him on the street were every bit as appreciative as the people in Chicago had been. He grinned and winked at a few, getting passed phone numbers discreetly before he broke out of the press and took the stairs up to the door.

When he entered, he was greeted by a pretty little secretary. He quietly locked the door behind him as he greeted her. Charmed her. She giggled at him, blushed and flirted.

He came around behind the desk. She didn't think twice about it as she started showing him everything. Showed him how to work the phones and the lobby cameras and the security lockdown. He had her turn off the cameras. Had her lock down the lobby.

Had her on her back screaming his name and begging for more.

She was married. Had two kids.

She had no regrets before he took her life with a final kiss as he charged her heart and made it pop. No pain. She didn't deserve pain. She had been fun. Suicide King tucked into her blouse after he made it look like she was sleeping on the job. First glance wouldn't give away the deed.

He let himself upstairs. No one had noticed the lockdown. The security was lax. No one in the guard room. He sat down at the controls and erased all the tapes for the day. Stopped them from recording. Put it them on a timer to start back up again on Christmas morning, just because he could.

He spotted a woman on the monitor, coming out of the gym, towel wrapped around her wet body. Dazzler.

He grinned and made his way to her on swift, silent feet.

She was surprised to see him. Embarrassed at her state of undress. Tried to go around him and get to her room. He smiled at her. Winked. Began talking.

She forgot her embarrassment. Dropped the towel. Let him take her against the wall. And again on the floor. Pictures and vases and baskets of mail swept from tables, rugs crumpled and chairs overturned. A trail of sex to her room.

He waited until she was asleep to kill her. Another heart went pop. Tucked her in, made it look like she was sleeping. King of Clubs on her pillow. Left the trail of destruction as it was.

King of Diamonds in the guest room, on the desk. A bright red bow attached. Kurt's room. A promise.

He tapped his watch and a tesseract appeared. He had another present to deliver. In Africa.

Stormy was visiting her new boyfriend. Ta'challa.

He was going to say hello.

He appeared on a dirty street. The locals staring at him for a moment before scattering. One of them would probably alert the local authority that another mutant was in the city.

He walked casually, hands tucked into his pockets. Red on black eyes raking over the bodies of women as he passed. Many smiled back. Many were whores.

He could make anyone his whore.

The authorities began following him when he made it to the cleaner streets. The more modern ones with buildings that could have been at home in New York. The crowd split before him, his feet taking him directly for the palace.

The authorities recognized this three blocks from the building. They converged on him and he smiled pleasantly at them. They spoke in a language he didn't understand. Wakandan or something like that. He shook his head and replied in English.

One of them stepped forward and responded in kind, asking his business.

He told them he was here to see an old friend for Christmas. Ororo Munroe. He flashed his belt buckle. It was the X-Men buckle, all that was left of his Shi'ar uniform. The Shi'ar had been kind enough to put the buckles on.

The authorities were kinder then. Bowed their heads and gave him an escort. Asked who he was so they could announce him. Told them to tell her an old friend come to see his Stormy. She'd know.

She was running to him moments later, hugging him and touching him in disbelief. As if he'd dissappear any moment. An illusion. She was crying.

He was going to have a hard time killing her. He did love his sister.

He asked to talk with her in private. She took him to her room. Asked him to wait a moment. Picked up the phone and called the institute, sobbing happy tears as she told them where he was.

They would stop looking in Chicago now.

She asked if he wanted to talk to them, he shook his head, told her no. He just wanted to see her for Christmas. She was family.

She said they were all family.

He started talking. Started charming her. She found herself kissing him, feeling things for him she had never felt before. Attraction. Desire.

He took her gently. He loved her. She was the sister of his heart. When they were done, he couldn't break her heart. So he broke her neck.

He lay her body out, displaying her like the goddess she was. Kissed her quickly cooling forehead one last time before laying the Queen of Spades over her heart.

He opened another tesseract. Left her to be found by her lover.

He had no regrets.

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