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Jean-Phillipe came to in the long hallway that led to Cerebro. There was a disjointedness, that sense of not knowing how you had come to be in a place, but that was washed away immediately by a loud guttural roar - a distinct sound that the Frenchman knew all too well. Sabretooth was somewhere nearby. His other senses caught up in succession, his brain filling in gaps. A haze of ruby red light that ebbed and flared - Cyclops firing a rapid series of optic blasts. Coppery wetness in his mouth - blood. A concussion would explain why he couldn't... And then his nose twitched. A tinge of ozone, but not the one he was used to from use of his own power. Still, it was extremely familiar, combining with the other stimuli to a conclusion he had hoped never to come to. Magneto and the Brotherhood had invaded the mansion. As he staggered to his feet, he could see Cyclops and Magneto, battling to what seemed to be a standstill. Cyclops using ricocheting optic blasts to keep Magneto guessing from what direction the next attack would come from, but Magneto keeping shards of metal whizzing toward Scott. Both of the men looked extremely ragged, like the next one of them to make a mistake was likely to fall victim to the other. "Damn you, Erik," Jean-Phillipe muttered. "Damn you for making me choose between you." The man who had taken him in and taught him how to master his power, versus the man who taught him how to be a good person. His first idol, and his current one. But before he could choose between the two and tip the scales... "Hey Frenchy!" What a scene playing out in front of her. A weird messed up family reunion being played in another's head. Lorna didn't want to question the mind of Jean-Phillipe but she was glad that no one saw hers. "Hey Jean-Phillipe!" Lorna called out again, this time using his name. It wasn't Lorna's voice that he heard though, but Victor Creed's. "Since you picked a side, you little frog, I thought I'd give you another choice to make," the feral mutant's voice rumbled. As Jean-Phillipe turned, he could see what Sabretooth meant. Angelo and Marie-Ange, his husband and his cousin, both bruised, bloody, and tied roughly to a wall. Marie-Ange was blindfolded, which meant they had clearly remembered the information he had passed on to them before his change of heart. His fists clenched as Sabretooth's sadistic chuckle reverberated almost subsonically. "What I wanna know is..." Claws ran slowly down first one chest, then the other, leaving a small trickle of blood behind. Just enough to heighten the fear. He knew how Creed's mind, such as it was, worked. "Which one should I gut first? Your hubby, or your cousin? I always did have a weakness for redheads..." |
