CRY FOR MERCY ch3
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men and the brotherhood belong to marvel and FOX entertainment.
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SUMMERY: Well this is my attempt at the movie's sequel.
Rating: NC17 There's gonna be sex in this one but not right away. M/F
F/F (M/M maybe I haven't decided just yet.)
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Washington DC was somewhere a mutant did not feel comfortable. Even
if she could change her shape and completely fool the world into
believing that she was someone else; that she was normal that she was
not a freak of nature as most here were call her.
Mystique, still in a lot of pain from the battle she had lost the
night before, quietly closed the door to Senator's Kelly's private
bathroom and secretly changed into her natural state of being.
Her wounds had almost healed, but not entirely. She changed her
bandages, cleaned the wounds, and washed her face.
What she wanted to do was throw something; scream at the top of her
lungs; or at least break down and have a good cry.
They had come so close to victory, only to see everything blow up and
go straight to hell.
Fortunately, she and Eric had thought of this plan a long time ago
and had gone through its details with a fine tooth comb.
In fact, taking Senator Kelly's place just long enough to kill the
mutant registration bill had been Eric's original plan; that is until
he created that stupid mutation device. `Eric, you pompous ass, you
should have left well enough along.' She thought to herself as she
dried her face. `Things are going along just fine. I told you this
plan would work. Well, now it's all up to me whether you like it or
Mystique resumed Kelly's form. She pushed her way through another
dozen or so reporters before getting into the limo waiting to take
Senator Kelly home.
Luckily, for Mystique, Senator Kelly's personal life was in the
toilet. His daughter recently committed suicide shortly after she
lost control of her own mutational powers in front of score's of TV
reporters and cameramen just as her father was denouncing the rights
His wife could not forgive him for their daughter's choice. She was
back in Kansas, filing for a divorce.
His new personal assistant was an attractive strawberry-blonde woman
with lovely blue/gray eyes and slender figure named Sherry Brown.
She rode in the back of the limo across from the Senator. "This time
last week, I would have never dreamed that I would even get into the
same car with you! But here I am Senator, working for you!" She spoke
Mystique just kept looking out the window, barely hearing what she
had said. "mmm " was the best response she could come up with.
Mystique had personally hand picked Sherry to replace the `recently'
departed Mr. Guyriesch, because even though she was not a mutant
herself, she supported their cause.
The moment Mystique laid eyes upon Sherry, she was drawn to her. She
felt a loving, tender and warm heart beating underneath Sherry's
modestly buttoned silk blouse. Mystique had so missed the tenderness
of another woman for long enough. Now that Eric was not looking over
her shoulder, she felt it was safe to look for the comfort she craved
in another woman.
Even though Eric didn't seem to mind others in the brotherhood having
alternate life styles; she just didn't feel comfortable with him
knowing about hers. Perhaps in the back of her mind, she feared that
he would push her away just has her own father had, so many years
It seemed to her that in some form or another she was always hiding
her true self to those she wished to be closest to. Except for one.
Mystique quietly sighed She could almost see the image Destiny's face
from so long ago, looking back at her from the tinted limo window as
she stared at the trees they passed on their way to Senator's Kelly's
condo. `I need you Destiny. I wish you here with me.'
Destiny was the only one who ever loved her for her self, as
herself. But even though she could predict the immediate future,
Destiny was not a telepath. For now, Mystique would have to find love
from someone else.
"Well, here are this morning's messages." Sherry hesitated for a
second. She noticed that Kelly did not seem to be focusing this
morning. "Umm, are you sure you want to hear them?" Mystique as Kelly
finally turned around and gave her attention to Sherry. "Sure,"
trying to put on smile. "Why not."
Sherry adjusted her glasses and ruffled a paper full of written
messages. "O.K. Yes, well, *The Friends of Humanity* say that they
are officially withdrawing their support to your presidential
campaign, and are demanding that you resign immediately, as are *The
Coalition for a Normal World* *The KKK* and *The American Nazi
Party*." Sherry paused and looked hard at the Senator. "Good ridons
to bad trash, huh?" Mystique nodded.
"You do now have the support of and praises from the, *Mother's of
Mutants*, *The American Society for the Advancement of Mutant
Rights*, and *We Are One*. Umm CNN, FOX, ABC, NBC, and CBS are all
begging for an exclusive. Also the Pope called and said he is
encouraged by your change of heart, will continue to pray for you.
Now the strangest call came from someone named Charles Xavier. All he
said was, `There's no mystery to who you really are.', and he
stressed the word *mystery*."
`Charles knows.' Mystique thought to herself. `Oh well, he can't do
anything to stop me.' Then a devilishly delightful thought streaked
across her brain. `But maybe I can do something to stop him.' The
wheels in Mystique's mind immediately began to turn.
"He's a cracked pot. The message is meaningless." She assured her
`Charles, your days as a teacher will soon be over.'
Sabretooth wasted no time jumping into a hot shower. He didn't even
care in the least that Scott was guarding him. He poured out nearly
half of the shampoo out of the bottle onto his head, and began to
wash himself from top to bottom, all the while singing loudly, and
way off key.
Several minutes later he emerged from the shower stall, fresh and
revived, wearing only a white towel around his loins.
Scott was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, thumbing
through a magazine that was left on the night stand next to
Sabretooth's new bed.
"I'll take you to the kitchen as soon as you get something on." Scott
coldly said as he continued flipping the pages.
Sabretooth gave a tiger-like grunt which probably meant `Cool', and
reached over for the pair of dark gray sweat pants that were lying on
Just as Scott instinctively glanced up from the magazine, Sabretooth
dropped the towel and bent over, unintentionally mooning Scott with
his hairy ass. Scott winced. `That's a sight I could have lived
Then Sabre grabbed the shirt to put it on, but when he saw the "X" he
threw it back onto the bed, and grunted again, but the meaning to
this one was definitely not `cool'. "What the fuck is this!" He
scorned. "It's a shirt that happens to have an `x' on it. Relax."
Scott teased. "Putting it on doesn't automatically make you a member
of the team."
Sabretooth shot him an evil look and growled for a moment or two. "I
ain't putting it on." He declared. "You can't go outside of your
bedroom without a shirt." Scott said flatly and with that, the
pissing contest was on. Sabretooth put his hands on his hips, and
looked dead into Scott's ruby glasses. "You think `cause you got the
best of me last night, you can just take me anytime?"
Scott had tolerated Logan's attitude the entire time he was in the
mansion, but there was no way he was going to put up with Sabre's for
even one day. "I don't think I can, I know I can." He was more than
happy to put another hole in Sabretooth's hide, even if he would only
heal up in a matter of minutes. Hell, eventually this alley cat is
going to run out of lives right?
Scott then realized however, that Sabretooth was not in the habit of
thinking and the only way the professor's idea would even have a
possible chance, then he would have to think of some other means to
motivate this big ugly jerk into obeying the rules.
"But that's not what I want to do, Sabretooth." Scott continued. "I
didn't mean to put you on the defensive, only it's important that the
kids see that everyone here lives by the rules. If we let you walk
around half naked, then we have to let every one else do the same."
"Don't sound so bad to me." Sabretooth remarked half seriously.
"Well, trust me; it wouldn't be a pretty sight. How about you turn
the shirt inside out for now. I'll ask if someone wouldn't mind going
into town and pick up some new clothes for you. Sound alright to you?"
Again the felinoid grunted. This time he was back to saying, `cool'.