X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Of souls and angels ( Chapter 18 )

Authors Note/Disclaimer:

I do not own XMen Evolution, its characters, or the universe they live in. I intend no disrespect or copyright infringement. This is a work of adult fan fiction and is intended only for entertainment purposes. I make no money from this work.

This chapter focuses on plot...some relatively rapid fire POV changes as I flip between characters. Hope I don't lose anyone. Plot is much harder for me than sex...and this is certainly the most complex piece I've ever written.

Warnings: Some sex, dealt with briefly...and if you were disturbed by a few dirty words you wouldn't have gotten this far.

As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

Please see the first chapter for complete warnings for this piece.

Chapter Eighteen: Of souls and angels…

He never noticed the bleached blond until she dropped the note in his lap. She didn’t stop to talk, didn’t even look at him. She walked quickly away; he didn’t even see her face.

He turned over the yellow piece of paper; it was folded tight and creased. It was damp with sweat and it threatened to tear in his fingers. He smoothed it carefully across the cover of his Physics book. He expected some silly “secret admirer” note or something like it. It wouldn’t be the first time some girl had tried that tactic. But that wasn’t what this was.

“I know where Salvador is. Meet me at the fountain behind the snack bar at 5:00. Come alone or I won’t show.”

Pietro looked up again, hoping to spot her. Shit. Now this crap was spilling over into his school life. If that girl knew who he was then they might know Wanda was on the campus too. Should he call the others? Surely Salvador’s goons wouldn’t risk campus security catching them.

Well, he’d handled them before. It was the others that had gotten in trouble on their own. He’d be there and see if this girl was for real. If she wasn’t, he’d scare the shit out of her. He packed up his books and headed for his next class.


Dark eyes full of laughter and secrets…the laughter drained away when she asked the question.

“Tell me about your father. Why does he hate humans so much?”

Red lips that tasted like grape bubblegum of all things…sweet and soft and teasing. Avoiding the question. Asking her own.

“Tell me about your dreams…If you could do anything…Be anything…”

Nimble fingers, the smooth, firm embrace of the leather cuffs, the soft sighs so different from anything that had come before. That husky voice that pulled at her dreams and her secret wishes drawing them out into the light of day.

“I want to be part of something…A family…A future. To leave something behind when I’m gone. A legacy. I’ve never had a real family…”

Warm soft skin against hers. Like silk, luxurious and exotic.

“Neither have I. How badly do you want these dreams, Marissa?”

The slow, teasing building of tension between her legs…the feeling of being vulnerable. Open.

“This…Todd…you…the Brotherhood. This is as close as I ever thought I’d get.”

Quivering on the edge, panting, waiting. Her pleasure at the whim of this dark eyed angel. An angel with red lips.

“My father…will take all that away…if we let him.”

Shuddering pleasure, soft moans, limbs heavy and lazy with the afterglow.

“You remember.”

Lazy slow kisses followed by sighs…

“Yes.”

Soft hair tickling her chin, cheek pressed against her heart. Black painted nails tracing invisible forms on her belly.

“What can we do to stop him?”

The scent of her perfume...heady…musky…floral…like crushed rose petals.

“Not we…you.”

Dark eyes filled with secrets.

“How?”

Red lips moist and warm, whispering.

“There is nothing more unlikely…more improbable…”

“You will do what I cannot. You will be what I cannot be…”

“You will be my gift…He will love you. He will be proud of you…”

“You will show him your dream…Your legacy…And he will make it his own.”

“And when he accepts you and your dream…We will both have the father…the family…we want.”

“His men will come for you…”

“What about Todd?”

“I will keep him safe for you. Now forget a little…It’s safer this way.”

She sold her soul…To the angel with dark eyes and red lips. To the devil’s own daughter.

To Wanda Maximoff…the only mutant Magneto feared. His daughter.


She remembered.

Remy rocked back on his heels with shock, leaving the girl mumbling senselessly about souls and angels.

Marissa was her creature. Wanda remembered…and was in command of her powers. Powers that could reshape reality according to her whims. No wonder Marissa “adapted” to everything they could throw at her. She was a living extension of Wanda’s power.

Poor little thing. He couldn’t let the others see her like that. They didn’t know he could use his gifts this way. At least Wanda’s powers had been gentle…more subtle than his. He used just the slightest pressure to get her to obey his commands.

“Stand up. Follow me.” She took his hand and he paused to dab at the blood with a handkerchief. Piotr would make a scene if he saw the blood. Get her out of sight until he could figure out what to do with her.

What should he do with her? He asked himself that as he led her through the corridors, not to her room but his. Could he undo what Wanda had done? Probably not…he didn’t understand it himself. Taking her to Mastermind would alert Magneto…taking her to Xavier would cause its own set of problems.

Why not alert Magneto? He reached his room without being seen and brought her quickly inside, sitting her on his bed and fishing out the cuffs. She was quiet now, but he couldn’t be sure she’d stay that way. And she found the cuffs soothing somehow. He’d already discovered that.

Magneto was paranoid. He’d want to take action of some kind. Kill the girl. Take Wanda to Mastermind again, perhaps. Start a full scale war–none of it was good. Not good for anyone. And he’d be on the wrong side of it. He was tired of all of this…but in much too deep to escape easily.

If this…gentle…scheme of Wanda’s failed, what would she do next? They’d always assumed, because Magneto did, that she would retaliate with murderous intentions if she remembered.

Should he kill Marissa? Tell Magneto that she’d turned on him? The girl moaned as he felt his stomach churn at the thought…She felt it too. Could he kill someone he’d bonded with like that? Now she was sobbing, calling for her boyfriend as if he were somewhere close by.

He sat on the edge of his bed and held his head in his hands. He had a blinding headache from overextending his gift. His head was pounding…No it was the door.

“What?” He opened the door just enough to see Piotr standing in the corridor. The worry and anger radiating from the man felt like sandpaper on sunburned skin.

“Marissa…She is with you?”

“Oui. I am not finished with her.”

“This morning…It is not her fault. Do not be angry with her.”

“This has nothing to do with you, Piotr.” He started to shut the door, but a large hand stopped it.

“The bruises…” Remy pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes willing the pain in his head to go away. What to say to the man?

“She is very young. Remy push her hard, maybe too hard. But, she say nothing.”

“Are you saying she should have asked you to stop? You are her teacher…”

“A misunderstanding. She is…upset. We will talk.”

“This morning…”

“Piotr, Remy don’ mind sharing. He will send her to you when he is through.”

“Sharing…” The hand withdrew as the younger man fumbled with the idea.

“Oui. Now go. Dis a private conversation.” He shut the door firmly in Piotr’s face, locking it for good measure.

He wanted something to drink…something hard. But that would cloud his mind. He couldn’t kill her, though the creature on his bed was not properly Marissa now. He’d invested too much and she couldn’t have known what she was agreeing to when she accepted Wanda’s deal. If she had really accepted. And he couldn’t undo what Wanda had done.

He could only undo what he had done. Put her back together. Wanda’s meddling might even help the process, who could guess? He sat down on the bed and pulled the girl’s head into his lap. He soothed her jumbled emotions and wiped away the tears with his fingers. As he calmed himself, she began to calm a little in response. He stroked her hair gently as he began to speak. It would take hours to rebuild what he had torn down in a few moments of anger.

“There will be no more games between us, Marissa. You will trust me with your secrets…” His voice droned on until he was hoarse and the girl lay still, seeming to be asleep. He was a conspirator now…a party to Wanda’s plan, whether he liked it or not. Corrupted. A strange thought.

When he was done, he drowsed a while, her head still in his lap, her wrists still cuffed. She woke first and shifted against him, looking up at his face curiously.

“Remy?”

“Hmm?” The headache had begun to subside and he felt better. Not just his head…but about his life. This plan of Wanda’s would probably kill Marissa…but if it worked, it had the potential to free him as well. And he’d do his best to make sure it did work.

“I…did I miss something? The last thing I remember was…I thought you were going to kill me.” He stroked her hair back from her forehead.

“No cher…Remy is not going to kill you. Remy…he might do the same ting…if he smart enough to tink of it.” He reached to unfasten the cuffs. She sat up and he pulled her into his lap and rested her head against his shoulder. “You are Remy’s legacy now, petit.” He kissed her forehead and gave her a squeeze. “Now you go, find Piotr. He worry too much.”

“Are you all right?”

“Remy is tired, he will sleep now.” She touched his face then kissed him briefly before scooting off the bed and heading for the door. It closed softly behind her.


She found Peter in his room and of course he wanted explanations. And she explained as well she could...some of her memories of the morning and afternoon were fuzzy. When his questioning became too much, she silenced him with a kiss.

The kiss led to a caress…and the caress led them to the bed. And Peter forgot his questions as they made love again. Afterwards they talked of their loved ones…he of his sister. Several pictures of the girl sat on his nightstand. She spoke of Todd and Wanda and Lance and Fred…even Pietro. So much like his father.

Then it was time for dinner and they parted ways…Peter’s fears about giving Magneto another hostage were quite valid. Peter was not comfortable with “sharing” as Remy had put it. It went against the grain for him–but she was bluntly firm about the arrangement.

“Don’t get attached Peter…You deserve more. But, I can’t give it to you. I’m sorry.”

“Marissa…”

“I’ ;m going home…to Todd. And the Brotherhood.”

“Do you really think Magneto will let you go?”

“I have to believe that…or nothing I’ve done here…nothing I’ve gone through has any meaning at all.”


She found Remy eating alone in the dining room. He looked a little better…she was still a little confused over what had happened between them. But, he smiled at her as she slid into a seat next to him.

“You talk wit’ Piotr?”

“Yeah…He’s not happy…but he’s not gonna try to rescue me if that’s what you mean.”

“Good.”

“What…what happened this afternoon, Remy? I can’t remember and I think you have something to do with that.” The idea should frighten her…but she couldn’t be frightened of him now. She could feel his emotions roiling just under the surface…the chief one seemed to be guilt. Was this new thing between them going to be permanent?

“Remy…he…pushed you too hard. He thought you meant to hurt him…What he did…he had to fix.” He shrugged. More guilt…strange. She hadn’t thought he was even capable of remorse.

“What did you do, Remy? I can still…feel you in my head. Is that going to stay there?”

“Remy…break down the barriers of your mind…make you tell him de truth. Only ting is…you don’ lie in de first place. Den’ he have to put dem back up. Not pleasant for you, so Remy make you forget. We don’t talk of dis–Remy don’ do it again.” More guilt.

“And this…feeling what you feel?”

Remy shrugged.

“Remy meant only to show you…Dis is unexpected.”

“Oh.” She picked at her food.

“G’day…What’s with the serious faces?” John sat down on her other side.

“Hey John. Didn’t know you were back.” Marissa gave him an absentminded smile. Remy just nodded and continued to eat.

“Yep. Sabertooth’s prowling around here somewhere…got some interesting pics to show the boss.” John dug into his meal enthusiastically. After a moment he dug into his pocket and pulled out a couple of photographs. He slid them across the table.

“Brought you a couple of souveniers.” Marissa picked them up, curiously.

“Is this the Institute? What are they doing?” One picture showed Todd, Lance and Fred mixing it up with some of the kids she’d seen at the Institute. It was shot outdoors somewhere.

“Looks like training to me.” He glanced at the picture and pointed a fork at it. She flipped to the next photo. It was a close up of a young woman with brown and white striped hair. She was standing next to Pietro, her hand on his shoulder, looking as if she were talking to him earnestly.

“That one’s for Remy, there…” John took another bite. “Looks like she’s got over that glove fetish of hers.”

Remy plucked the photo from her fingers and she felt a confusing tumble of emotions coming from him. He looked at it a moment before tucking it in his pocket. Marissa gave him a curious look before returning her attention to John.

“Is that where you guys were? Spying on the Brotherhood?”

“Yep. Wonder how Maggie’s gonna take the news?”

“He did say he wanted them to better themselves.” Marissa bit her lip anxiously.

“Take it you didn’t know what they was up to?” John stopped eating to look at her.

“No.” Marissa frowned…looks like she wasn’t the only one editing her phone conversations.

“Good night, cher. John.” Remy rose and left, taking his tangled emotions with him, much to Marissa’s relief. John watched him speculatively.

“Who was that girl in the picture?”

“Not jealous are you?” He winked at her.

“No. Just curious.”

“Goes by the name of Rogue…used to be Brotherhood. Surprised you don’t know.”

“They mentioned her…but I never actually met her. I thought she needed the gloves to control her powers.”

“Don’t look like she does anymore…And I bet your Remy’s thinking pretty hard right now.”

“He’s not my Remy.”

“In that case…I got some more pictures for you. In my room.” John grinned at her and rubbed her knee affectionately.

“Jesus, John. That’s cheesy.” Marissa rolled her eyes.


“Hello.” Todd grabbed the phone as he passed through the kitchen.

“Todd?” Wanda’s voice was sharp with worry.

“What’s up?”

“Pietro’s not here.”

“What? What do you mean he’s not there? Where are you?”

“I’m standing next to his bike. At school. He was supposed to be here an hour ago.”

“Maybe he went to get something to eat?” Pietro’s metabolism required him to eat often, especially if he used his powers.

“No…He would have taken me with him. This isn’t like him. No note or anything. And he’s not answering his cell.”

Shit. No. Pietro would never leave Wanda like that. If anything he was overprotective. And Wanda couldn’t use the bike. Something was definitely wrong.

“Stay close to the bike, and watch your back. I’ll get Lance and Fred. Keep your cell on, Wanda. We don’t want to lose you, too.”

Christ. The twins were supposed to be safe at school. He cursed as he dialed Lance’s cell. They were losing precious time…


Marissa slipped into the dark corridor quietly, closing the door on John’s soft snores. As she turned around a large shadow detached itself from the wall.

“Out late, aren’t ya, little girl?” Marissa froze, clenching her jaw around the scream she refused to voice.

“Sabertooth…Just…heading to bed.” She inched down the corridor, away from him.

“I got a name...” He slipped around her, blocking the path back to her room. She regretted ignoring Remy’s instruction to never come here alone…especially if she knew Sabertooth was around. “It’s Victor…if ya didn’t know.”

“Victor…I don’t want any trouble…”

“No trouble…” He advanced on her slowly, his shadowy form looming over her.

“I…what do you want, Victor?” She stopped moving, back pressed against the wall. She could see him well enough to make out the slow smile spreading across his face.

“You been a busy girl, ain’t cha? Your smell’s everywhere…”

“I…I’m sorry? Didn’t mean to offend?” Smell…she kept forgetting. He’d know she’d been sleeping with all of them…except him.

“Not offended…I like the way you smell.” He was very close now, she’d have to touch him to get past him.

“I…What is the fascination with me, Victor? I’m just a chick…I’m sure you get lots of offers.”

“I want to hear you scream…like that Toad boy makes you scream…”

“You…you were listening?” When was that? Where had he been? Was he actually in the house while they were having sex?

“I know a lot of things…more than what I tell the boss. Some things a Daddy doesn’t need to know…What does that Toad boy do?”

“What would you do with a tongue like his?”

“Heh…Never thought of it that way.” He inched a little closer and she could hear him drawing air through his nose, breathing in her scent. “You’re afraid of me.”

“Yes.”

“Hmm…You think I’ll hurt you. Or do I gotta pay you? What did Pyro give you?”

“I…It’s not going to happen, OK? I…I’m just not interested.” She raised her hands as if to push him away, but was afraid to actually touch him, provoke him.

“Boss is gonna send me to watch your friends again…maybe I see something he doesn’t need to know…”

“Victor…”

“May be…I tell you instead…” He waited a moment for her response…when it didn’t come he smiled again. “Think about it…”

“I…Bring me something good and we’ll talk, Victor…No promises. Just talk.”

“Something good…” He made a sound frighteningly like a growl. “Good night, Marissa.” He slipped away down the corridor leaving her shaking.


Remy woke to the sound of his door closing quietly.

“Remy thought he lock dat door.”

“You did.” Something had shaken her up pretty badly…

“Could have knocked, cher.”

“Didn’t want to wake anyone up.” She crossed the room and picked up the photo he’d left on the nightstand with a shaking hand. “She’s beautiful.”

Remy sighed…he didn’t want to talk about it. She put the photo down.

“Can I sleep with you?”

In response he lifted the blankets and she slipped beneath them and snuggled up against him. He pulled her head to his shoulder and made himself comfortable.

“What happen, petit? Remy thought you had other plans tonight.”

“Victor.”

“He don’ touch you?” He pulled her a little closer.

“No…But he wants to…” She shivered a little. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He kissed her temple and closed his eyes…No talking then, just sleep.

Poor little thing…like a lamb to the slaughter. He made a mental note to never, ever be alone with Wanda Maximoff. He shivered a little himself and pulled the blankets tighter over both of them. He’d rather not sleep alone tonight, either.


Pietro waited impatiently by the fountain, checking his watch every few minutes. It was five after five and he’d seen no sign of the bleached blond or anyone else. He considered calling Wanda and telling her he might be late and had actually pulled out his cell when the blonde showed up.

She was thin and hollow-eyed, her clothes looked brand new, but they were too big on her. She smiled nervously and raised two red and white paper cups and walked over to him. She offered him one. He shoved the cell back in his pocket.

“Didn’t know what flavor you liked…cola OK?”

“Who the hell are you?” He took the cup and glanced around, he didn’t see anyone else.

“I’m Angie…Marissa and I are friends…at least we used to be.” Her pale eyes skimmed over his face, not quite meeting his eyes. She took a sip of her drink.

“You gave me the note?” Pietro took a sip of his as he waited for her answer.

“Yeah…Look…I feel bad about Salvador. He used me to get to her. I want to help.”

“You said you know where he is…” Her eyes flicked over him again as he took another sip of his soda.

“Yeah. I do…I’m one of his girls…you know…”

“So do you know where he is, or not?” Pietro was losing patience with her and looked around again. Was she stalling? One of those all-in-black artsy types walked past them and he sipped on his soda again until he was out of hearing range.

“Salvador will kill me if he finds out I told you anything.” She looked at him again. Then she looked around nervously. “I’m not sure we should stand out in the open like this…”

Pietro scowled at her as he drained the rest of the soda and tossed it in a trash can. When she tugged at his arm and led him between the buildings he followed slowly. He stumbled over something on the ground and lurched against a building. He scraped his palm on the rough brick and looked down at his stumbling feet.

Oh shit! His vision was blurring and his feet wouldn’t do what he told them. The fucking soda…she’d drugged him! Gonna kill that skinny bitch…He fell forward and hands caught him…big rough hands…and then there was nothing.