By EliadS

** Mole's office, 30 minutes after Mole was knocked unconscious **

Mole groans and licks his lower lip, pain throbs in his head. His ears ring and for some strange reason his limbs refuse to move despite his efforts to utilize their natural ability to be moved.

He coughs a few times and opens his eyes, his vision is blurry and all he can see is black, the color black invades his eyesight. "What in Buddha's name?" he thinks and tries to focus his vision but it harbors no positive results, his vision remains clouded by the primal color which swallows all others.

"Good morning Gesshirui-San (Gesshirui = rodent)" a cold voice speaks to him in Japanese.

"What the f*ck! Who are you? What the h*ll is this! Lemme go!" Mole says angrily, speaking rapidly in Japanese.

Another voice joins the first as they both chuckle in quite obvious amusement at his anger. Mole curses them in a very colorful strand of curses. Suddenly a blow slams into his diaphragm, causing him to choke and cough violently.

"Silence, from now on you have no permission to speak unless I tell you to, understood?" the first voice asks in a steely venomous tone, a great deal of impassive coldness coating the words.

Mole coughs but nods slowly, knowing he really doesn't have a choice, as he's quite immobile, finally figuring out ropes bind his hands and that a blindfold is what blocks his vision.

"Good, I'm glad we understand eachother...now Gesshirui..." The voice begins.

"It's mole, not rodent" Mole mutters.

Silence for a moment and then pain, Mole cries out as finger are jabbed into his shoulder, sending surges of pain through his nerve system as they push down on a tendon.

"Whatever, anyway Gesshirui...I have a question for you" He says and apparently motions for the other person in the room to stop as relief exchanges Mole's agony, though his shoulder still throbs greatly with the after shocks of the prior pain.

"And you're going to answer me, right? Oh and do remember not to cut into my words, I hate that, and you will too should you choose to test my patience" the voice speaks once more.

Mole nods slowly, not willing to feel pain once more, and understanding he's in quite a tight position here. "D*mn...ain't this grand and dandy! I can't believe someone would have the nerve to do this! Who the f*ck do they think they are?" he thinks and exhales through his nose in frustration.

"Do you know Adam Winters?" the voice asks, the tone neutral, not revealing any sort of emotion, cold, calculating seriousness is all that is unveiled by the voice's words.

"Who? I don't know who you're talking about" Mole lies easily, not twitching or hinting his lie in anyway, years of fibbing and experiencing negotiations and talking to various people giving him this acquired skill, and he's one of the best at this particular way of lying.

"Are you sure Gesshirui?" It asks and Mole suddenly feels the former pain return, but this time as at a higher extent, forcing him to grit his teeth. His breathing becomes irate and his eyes water unconsciously, his lungs burning and mind exploding with pain.

"Ye-Yes...I'm not lying, really" he stammers weakly, barely being able to voice anything as the pain distracts him, and hinders his ability to think clearly.

"Are you willing to wager your life on it?" It suddenly asks, before the pain doubles, pain now flowing through his other shoulder as well, making the sensation unbearable totally.

"I...D*mn! I...don't f**cking...know Adam...Winters! OK! YOU bloody maniac!" He shouts, unable to help himself, as liquid fire seems to course through him, his heart pounding frantically and his lungs convulsing, barely able to work properly for some reason.

"I see...so I'm a maniac...hmm...you are brash Gisshirui...I don't like brash people" he says and a hand grabs his chin, forcing his face up, he can feel breathing against his face as the fingers coil around his skin, choking him.

"I'll repeat my question...Do YOU know Adam Winters?" the voice asks calmly, even with a tinge of cheerfulness.

"f**cking b*sards! I won't give them anything. They can't prove anything! I won't squeal, so go screw a donkey." He thinks and shakes his head to the best of his ability.

The breathing leaves his face and he can hear no more, no more but his cries of pain, moaning and desperate fighting against his binds.

Mole begins to become dizzy, his chest cavity burning and his ears ringing, he feels consciousness elude him, as darkness begins closing on him as he blinks repeatedly. Then a second before he feels he can't take it anymore, the pain stops.

"You're a very good liar Gesshirui, you're good, but not enough, I can smell your fib from your foul breath, I can sense the lie as it lingers in your greedy mind, you filthy little rodent" the voice speaks, disgust well apparent in its voice as well as malice

Mole can feel something pouring down his nose and ears and gulps, his throat dry. It sips between his lips and he finds it to be blood, his blood for sure. He shivers and gulps.

"Who *inhale, gulp*...who do you think you are *exhale, pant*? I...I'll have your head on a...on a platter! Even if you kill me...kill me, *gulp* my allies will eat you for breakfast" Mole says.

At this both men in the room burst laughing, Mole growls weakly, still finding it hard to breathe, "What's so funny? It's true!" he says angrily.

"Remove his blindfold, let him see who he speaks to" the first voice says softly.

When Mole's blindfold falls he gasps and goes wide-eyed. He shivers "No...no...I...I didn't mean...I'm...gomen Nasai..." he stammers and looks absolutely terrified.

"So you dare threaten me Gisshirui? You're brave...I'll give you that...but I'm not amused...not at all" the man says.

The man is tall, his built quite impressive, his eyes are dark brown and carry a very lethal look within them. The man is a Shinobi, this apparent by his uniform, but by his authority and due to the fact that Mole's heard rumors of him before, make the fixer very very afraid.

"Not only did you insult me, you lie to me...you know I can't let this pass, don't you Mole" The man says menacingly.

"I...I'm sorry Geki... I didn't know...had I known...I...but...but..." Mole says, gulping, sweating nervously and chuckling nervously as he stammers.

"Do you take me for a fool mole?" Geki asks, and takes out a Kunai so fast his hand is blur, before Mole can think twice it is left stuck within his chair, a mere inch from his neck.

"Role the tape" Geki says coldly.

The other Shinobi in the room bows, his uniform is black whereas Geki's is blue, he is a little taller and also lithe and well built. He is also obviously younger by his eyes and obedience to Geki, meaning he is inferior to him in status.

Mole gulps again as he hears himself talk to Tengu, hear him tell her to warn Adam about the Shinobi and about how the Shinobi girl he talked to looks like. When it stops Mole pales to an ashen white color and looks at Geki fearfully.

Geki crosses his arms and looks at Mole with such cold intensity the Chinese man squirms and shivers under it. His teeth rattle and her gulps. Pure terror and fear reflecting in his eyes and his sweats and squirms more.

"You lied to me, you threatened and then...you lied to me again...I'm quite displeased with you Gisshirui, quite displeased" he says calmly.

"Shall I dispose of him Geki-Sensei?" the other Shinobi asks humbly.

"Hmmm...Not yet...I might pardon him yet, for a price of course." Geki says and hmms, eyeing Mole while raising a brow, an expecting look on his face.

"Anything...I'll do anything, just don't kill me, I...I didn't mean to" Mole stammers.

"Silence! You lie, you meant, hence I used the blindfold, I'm not stupid Gisshirui, Now...I'm leaving you a folder with details on a job I want you to give Adam Winters." Geki says.

"Th...That’s all you want?" Mole asks in exasperation and relief.

"You shall not tell him it is us, but you will tell him the Shinobi will keep on preventing him from work until we see fit, once he has entered our trap, you're free.
But, should he know it's a trap, I promise you Mole...death will be the least of your worries" Geki says.

"This never happened, we were never here, understood?" Geki asks coldly.

Mole nods repeatedly, willing to do anything to get the Shinobi master off his back and the threat of torture and death as far away from reality as possible.

Then he nods to the other Shinobi and the latter rams his elbow into the back of Mole's head, knocking him unconscious. Then the two figures unbind Mole and melt into the shadows; they had gotten what they wanted.

** Meanwhile in Rose’s Prison, Under the Negev, Israel **

As Joseph’s body slumps to the ground unconscious the figure hmphs and then scowls at the limp form of the council initiate. He kicks the man aside and looks around.

“So this is the council’s mighty prison. Pathetic…” he mutters and raises a hand, he feels his power collect and run through his veins, Chi fluctuating around his hand and swirling into a vortex of purple light.

The figure’s Facial features are finally unveiled, the man being Xavier, having finally found the place his father told him to seek before he died.

Xavier’s white eyes narrow as he looks around “Stupid psychic, had to blast the lights, Bleh, idiot…Well were are Rose?” Xavier mutters to himself and walks around in the small room.

He locates a small door barely due to an almost non-visible outline of an opening. He ahhs and walks toward it. He puts a hand on it and it crackles violently.

He removes his hand as he’s shocked by psychic energy. He snarls and grits his teeth. “A Psychic seal, hmm…interesting…I’m sure I could breach it easily…but where’s the fun in that…where’d I put him again…oh yes…now I remember.” Xavier thinks and his body emits a purplish glow.

Soon Joseph’s body floats toward Xavier, the psychic villain doesn’t seem to strain under the usage of his power. He navigates the limp form before it levitates right before him.

He suddenly puts a finger on Joseph’s forehead and his eyes burst into violent Green. Joseph’s eyes snap open as he cries out in extreme pain, his entire body convulsing and shivering.

“Rise and Shine, little psychic, how’d you sleep, well?” Xavier asks and chuckles darkly.

Joseph pants weakly; his breathing soft wheezes and moans. His eyes wide and his breathing rate irate and heavy.

“Wha…What…do you want…please…leave me alone…” he mutters.

Xavier grins evilly and pulls him closer by moving his finger in a “come here” motion. “Perhaps, first open the door and then…we’ll see…ok?”

Joseph knowing this man, now this being of immense power, is related to Rose. The insight on what’ll happen to him when he sees the beaten and tortured lady quickly rises to mind and he gulps.

“I…No…I can’t!” Joseph stammers. “The council will kill me!” He says frightfully.

Xavier raises a brow and then grabs him around the throat and his eyes catch a very deep shade of purple “Believe me boy…what those fools will do to you…will pale a thousand times to what I will if you keep on disobeying me commands!” Xavier says and thrusts his Psychic powers deep into Joseph’s mind.

The power forces every sort of pain, fear and atrocity Joseph has ever felt and sends it in a loop, swirling in Joseph’s psyche like a twister, ravaging all in it’s path in the same way.

Joseph shouts out but Xavier rams his fist into his diaphragm and causes him to choke and cough. Joseph chokes and breathes really heavily in an irate tone.

“I…Please…I can’t…I beg you…” Joseph says weakly, his nose bleeding and his face flushed. He looks at X pleadingly and shivers.

“Beg? BEG?! YOU beg of ME? Who do you think you are boy? I have no mercy for you kind, you filthy, grouse, slimy hypocritical kin” Xavier says and lifts Joseph up, eyeing him in very apparent disgust and anger.

“I can’t…I’m too weak…pain…I…” Joseph stammers weakly.

Xavier rams his head into the wall and throws him aside “Scum…I’ll deal with you later…” Xavier says and turns to the door. His eyes narrow into two white slits.

He concentrates, filling his body with his power, feeling the raging energy collect, feeling his mind grasp and channel it. He pulls back his fist. The hand begins shivering in a high pace as bright wisps of energy explode from within his skin and swirls rapidly around it.

Then he inhales deeply and sends his fist catapulting forward. The force of his powers is great the heavy metal door is sent flying forward, torn out of its hinges.

Rose who was sleeping a exhausted slumber snaps awake fearfully and gazes at the shadow of a man in the entrance and curls into a ball, leaning against the wall.

“Who…whoever you are…please…no more…please…don’t hurt me…I beg you” she says pleadingly, her eyes full of tears and her body shivering, as she pulls the blanket around her tightly, afraid of being raped again.

Xavier looks at her, and blinks ”M…Mother…my…my mother…is…is…that you? It can’t be? How could they? No! No! No! This is an illusion…a trick…” Xavier thinks and his eyes scan her, their coldness melting into deep concern and shock.

“Who…who are you? Have…have you come to hurt me? Like he has? Please no more…please don’t rape me…don’t beat me anymore…I beg you…please…” she says and tears fall down her eyes.

“I…I won’t hurt you…I…I’m here to save you Rose…” X stammers, still quite shocked, this woman, or broken shell of a woman before him, quite the opposite of what he had heard and seen of his mother in the letters she sent him.

“You’re lying! You’re a trick! D*mn you Joseph! Stop playing with my mind! Stop it!” she shouts and holds her temples, curling into a ball, obviously not being able to grasp the thought of liberation.

“It’s…It’s no trick…I…I’m real…look at me…please…I won’t hurt you…” he says softly, surprising himself, his cold facade breaking, and tears falling down his eyes as he kneels and before Rose.

He is wary to touch her, afraid of her reaction, but he does, her puts his hand on her shoulder. “It’s…It’s me mom…I’m your son…Xavier…” He says very softly, his voice choked by tears.

Rose flinches at his touch and tries to move away, shivering and afraid “You can’t be…you can’t be…they told me you’re dead…they…they showed me…they showed my your death!” she sobs and shivers more.

Xavier feels anger, a deep burning rage explode within him. What have they done to her? How could they let this come to be? Rape! Torture! This was unthinkable...Xavier couldn’t grasp it…not to someone like his mom, not to someone as kind, innocent, loving as Rose, he had known about her, he had heard about her around the world, it was simply impossible to grasp.

Xavier hugs her carefully, she tries to fight him off, but he hugs her soothingly, “Shh…don’t worry mom, I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you, not anymore…not anymore…” he whispers to her softly and lets her sob against him.

“They…they…he…*sobbing* they took you away, they made me…they made me kill him…they let him rape me…why? I never hurt them? Why?” She whispers, clutching unto him tightly.

Xavier strokes her hair gently and tries to calm her down. “Don’t worry…I’ll take care of you, I promise…don’t worry mom…I’ll nurse you to health, I’ll make up for all your pain, somehow…somehow” he says and scoops her up into his arms.

She nestles against him, shivering and cold, her skin flushed, obviously ill from the extreme malnutrition and numerous days of sleeping on the cold floor.

She quickly faints from exhaustion again and X looks down at his mother, his eyes sad, but then they shift to reflect unbelievable anger and rage. His muscles tense and his teeth grit hard.

He turns to Joseph’s form and growls unconscious, Feeling the urge to make him pay, to make him suffer. He feels a gentle tug on his shirt and looks down at Rose.

“Please Xavier…take me away from here…” she whispers weakly.

“But…he must pay! I must make him pay for his sins!” Xavier says, looking at his mother, his eyes serious, but his face sad with an etch of anger mixed in it.

“No…don’t be like him Xavier…don’t…please…please…just take me away…so many bad memories…so much pain here…please…I can’t stand it here…” she whispers and looks at him pleadingly.

He nods, though it’s quite obvious he’s not pleased. He sighs and walks toward the elevator. ”This isn’t over Joseph…you will suffer…I promise…one day…I’ll get hold of you, when mom’s not looking and then…you shall PAY!” Xavier vows to himself as he carries Rose away.

** Across the Mediterranean Sea, remains of Greystone Manor, Scotland **

Jason lunges at William and throws a punch; the enigmatic psychic swats it aside easily and swiftly deflects another punch with a flick of his wrist. Jason pushes onwards, trying to headbutt the psychic, only to have his move miss entirely and receive a kick to the stomach.

Jason absorbs it unflinching, the normal blow not even scathing him and spins around while swinging his fist. William ducks under it and tries to retaliate with a punch to the Cyborg’s face.

But Jason grabs his fist within his hand and squeezes causing the man to fall to his knees and cry in pain as his fingers are almost broken. William can’t break his hold and begins thinking of a solution frantically before once reaches his mind.

Then William sends a burst of flames into Jason’s eyes and causes the cyborg to release him. Jason steps back and puts a hand to his eyes, gritting his teeth and blinking wildly. The fire damages the delicate circuitry located in his eyes and sending his sensors into a severe imbalance due to the heat.

His sensors blink wildly and he’s left disorientated and confused, He can’t see a thing for a few moments, and his scanners are left damaged. William doesn’t see this but keeps on his offensive.

William takes advantage and kicks the cyborg’s ribcage; he winces, as the collision against Jason’s skin is surprisingly painful for his foot. His foot lands on the ground, slightly wobbly and painful but he ignores it as he then proceeds to pummel Jason with fire enveloped punches to the solar plexus.

Blow after blow hit home, the fire enforced punches extremely powerful and causing Jason’s body to shake and reel with each blow, then to finish it off he spins around and rams a burning spinning back fist into Jason’s chest, sending the Cyborg flying backwards.

William then holds his fist and looks at it, his knuckles are bleeding and some near breaking, the strange man’s muscle tone surprisingly strong and durable, making the Pyrokinetic psychic confused.

” How? How can he stand? That barrage should have torn him apart, killed him! It’s impossible…nevermind…he’s probably superhuman…a challenge…I like defeating challenges…” He thinks and grins.

Jason lands on his back heavily. He coughs once and then spins on his front side before leveling himself with his hands. He narrows his eyes and glares daggers at William and gets up quickly, his self-repair systems repairing his vision sensors enough.

He leaps to his feet quickly and resumes his stance before changing it into a more defensive one and baring his teeth in an offensive gesture. William presses forward once more, surprised at a few things, one the man is not bleeding, two the man is not sweating, three the man’s not hurting. He decides he’ll change that soon enough and concentrates on his attack.

Then William sends a punch of his own, Jason sidesteps and lifts his foot, his foot sails toward the psychic’s throat. But to Jason’s dismay William lifts his forearms and blocks the blow, though the force behind the blow forces him to reel back.

“Good, Good. I always like a small amusement prior to incinerating my foes, keep it up, you just might live some more minutes” William says while leaping over a kick which was aimed at his solar plexus.

He lands lightly on his feet only to be greeted by a crushing blow which slams into his ribcage, so massive is the power behind the blow is causes him to bend forward and while also launching him back a few feet.

Jason grins evilly “What’s wrong old man? My blows too painful for your gentle old bones? Oh and by the way am I amusing you yet, old bag?” he asks while chuckling darkly.

William balances himself again and snorts in disgust as he glares at Jason, annoyance and contempt well apparent on his face.

”This is interesting…quite good fight, I like it, Especially since I’ll decimate this old decaying fool” Jason thinks and grins evilly.

William rises to his feet and spins around trying hitting Jason with a burning roundhouse. Jason catches his foot, ignoring the flames and pushing it down, then he hits him with a backfist.

The blow breaks William’s nose, shattering the bone easily and forcing him to the ground, Jason then uppercuts him, crouching to do so, rising in a very powerful motion, the blow sends William flying back and landing on his back heavily the wind knocked out of him.

”His Strength…inhuman…who is this man? He makes Zangief’s blow feel like tickling…Bleh, it matters not…It’s time to destroy him!” He thinks and coughs out surges of blood.

William’s eyes burst into very furious scarlet flames “You insolent worm! You dare strike me! I shall burn you Ashes you fool!” he shouts and throws his fist forward, ignoring the flow of blood and through his now damaged jaw and teeth.

Jason stands ready, prepared for any kind of attack the old man might unleash on him, he doesn’t have to wait for long as suddenly the man’s body is enveloped in bright scarlet flames.

They surround him like a second skin, licking against his skin before collecting into his fist, and then they explode violently and sail forward in the shape of a huge beam.

Jason rolls aside, the beam missing his body by inches; he can feel the draft and extreme heat as it passes by his rolling body, he winces as he hears the opposite walls explode.

He winces as chunks of burning stone hit his back, pelting him like hail, pain jolting him and causing him to grimace. He then looks forward only to be hit by a burning fist.

“D*mn! That’s hot!” Jason thinks as the blow slams into his chin, the blow sends his head whipping back, but it doesn't only do dry damage, it melts the synthetic skin on his chin.

The blow sends him flying and crashing on his back a few good feet away. Jason grunts and feels his warning systems go wild as real damage is inflicted on him.

The outcome of this blow is leaving a large portion of Jason’s skin is destroyed, revealing part muscle, part metal underneath it. Jason rubs his chin and smiles.

“Lucky shots so far geezer, but hey, you won’t get many more through, I promise you that,” he says and his eyes switch color. Miniature letters run across his eyes as he rises to his feet.

William raises a brow and looks curious “A automata, interesting…I’ll have great joy in researching your structure machine…I’ve heard so much about the forbidden cybernetic technology, I must know more, thanks for volunteering fool” The Pyrokinetic says and leaps forward with a kick.

Jason does a quick flip backwards and avoids the blow; he pushes off his hands and leaps to his feet. And just in the knick of time as William sends forth a flame covered fist toward Jason’s chest.

The cyborg swats it aside before surprising the William by punching his cheek and in a hook motion. The blow rattles the man’s teeth and sends him into a spiral, the man lands heavily on the ground, rising to his knees.

“The only thing I volunteered for, is crushing you to a bloody pulp, now that that’s clear, I can kill you” Jason says and grins evilly, continuing his onslaught.

Meanwhile William breathes heavily, spitting blood and shards of broken teeth. He wipes his mouth with one hand. He’s sent crashing face force to the ground as Jason grabs his hair and rams his face into the marble floor forcefully.

He coughs, and spits, finding it hard to breathe, blood choking him. Jason isn’t done as he grabs his hair again and punches his mouth, breaking most of his teeth in doing do.

William sinks the ground, wounded and bleeding, he tries to get up and manages to rise to his knees. Then before he can think twice Jason’s fist rams into his back, sending him crashing to the floor once more.

William at this point can barely breath and his heart is beating at an irate pace. His bloody and mangled face is twisted in pain and Jason sneers at him. Then Jason lifts him by the hair and pulls his fist back.

He then lets go of William while ramming his fist into his gut; the blow sends the Psychic flying, the momentum and power behind the blow inhuman. He lands heavily in a heap, now barely alive.

He’s sent flying across the floor and crashing into a pile of debris. He grunts and levels himself on one hand. His vision is hazy and he blinks a few times. ”D*mn…he’s killing me…I’ve gotta crush that worm…and now! I know…he’ll pay…oh yes…lets see how he likes my true power” William thinks and clenches his teeth.

Jason walks toward him, his red eyes narrowed menacingly, his body tensed and ready to combat further, one thing was in the half man half machine’s true advantage, he had no thing known as fatigue, he knew not what tiredness is.

William suddenly leaps upward and uppercuts him, the blow sends Jason’s head whipping back, but the cyborg remains standing in place. That is before the next part of the onslaught.

“Hellfire’s redemption!” William bellows and lands on his feet, then he splits lunges forward and his fist rams into Jason’s nose, sending the man stumbling. But this is only the beginning.

As The Psychic moves trails of fire in his path and rams his elbow in Jason’s stomach, the blow sends the cyborg bending slightly forward. Then the Pyrokinetic pulls back both fists and feels his life force collect violently into his fists.

Then the both ram into Jason’s torso, upon contact a wave of furious flames engulfs Jason. Bathing him in incinerating heat, melting his skin and exploding. The explosion causes such recoil the blow sends Jason across the entire country yard and slamming into the metal wall.

The stones cover Jason and the pile remains motionless. William chuckles and rises to his feet, soon his chuckling becomes laughter. “Nobody beats William Greystone the first! Not even a human machine” He says and turns around.

Suddenly the pile moves and the stones fly in every direction. Jason stands straight, his skin is almost non existent, only tattered remains of pants cover him from loins to knees. The rest of his body is now shown in its true form.

Metal, his body is made of out of synthetic strange metal, the surface is dented and in some parts melted, and strange black fluid is flowing down pierces in the body, but Jason is very much alive much to William’s dismay and fear.

“Complete destruction protocol’s execution, code 921,” Jason’s eyes venomously write as he begins walking toward the weakened Psychic. William pants and tries to channel his power but before he can a stone rams into his chest.

Jason making sure he doesn’t use anymore tricks. William feels his bones shatter under the immense force behind the stone’s momentum and he breathes heavily, his lungs damaged and blood beginning to fill them.

Jason looms over him and eyes him “Time to die…old man” he says and rams his hand into the man’s neck, his sharp Metallic finger grasping the man's throat before squeezing it in one fluid motion.

Willaim dies immediatly as his windpipe is broken under Jason's inhuman strength, cutting the oxygen to his brain and choking him.

Jason looks at the deformed, bloody and mangled body and then in an act of rage shatters begins beating the body repeatedly with his fists, crushing and squising the the inside of William's corpse beyond repair in his frustration's venting.

When he's done venting he looks at the bloody mess of crimson and other remains left on the broken and destroyed marble floor, exhaling heavily.

“D*mned stupid psychic, now I have to undergo full repairs” Jason mutters and turns around, ignoring the blood which stains the synthetic surface of his fingers and walks away, melting into the flames on his leave.

He curses to himself as he knows he must now contact Xavier himself and ask for a pickup team, quite unable to walk in public in his skinless form.

The last thing he needs is his identity revealed and rumors on Shadowlaw on the new organization speading out and causing mass worldwide panic.

He sighs and makes a mental memo to be careful as he sneaks through the city in look for a phone so he can contact his master.