Fighting the Normal

Chapter 2: In Which A Memory Is Found And A Deal Is Made

Note: Fighting writers block. Any ideas?

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I awoke in a strange room. With a splitting headache. Not to mention my hands were cuffed together, my feet were cuffed together, both of which were then chained to the wall. My wings had also been tied together and had been chained up to the wall. I sighed, it was no use, I was stuck.

A few moments later a red man came into the room, without using any doors. "Ah I see your awake. I hope your travel wasn't too bumpy," He smirked.

I stared at him. My breath quivering as the fear started seeping in.

"It was fine," I stated flatly.

It wasn't fine; I wasn't fine. I didn't even know where I was!

"I am Azazel. And I will be your...Caretaker," The red man explained.

"Where am I?" I asked, no I demanded.

"Oh child, you don't have to worry, your safe here. Actually more than safe, you've been accepted to the army of the future!" He grinned with too much excitement.

I didn't comprehend what he was hinting at for a while then I caught on.

"The Brotherhood?" I stammered.

Azazel nodded. That was when I knew I was in some serious trouble.

"I demand to speak to your leader!" I said with as much confidence and control as possible.

"Very well then," Azazel sighed, and with that he disappeared.

It must have either taken him a long time to get to his boss, or it took him a long time to convince his boss to come down. Because I sat in my cell for what felt like hours waiting for him. Doing absolutely nothing because I was stuck to a wall. Eventually however someone did come down the hall.

The door swung open revealing the man I'd met on the Empire State. His name had apparently slipped my mind until I saw the helmet. Magneto.

"Hello dear, are you finally willing to discuss the open employment position?" He sneered.

"Like your band of goons gets paid," I retorted sourly.

"They get paid in the rewards the desire. Be it money, love, joy...Freedom," Magneto answered.

"Ok fine I'll humour you. What would my job be? What would I be expected to do? How would I be treated?" I had no intent of joining but I had to make sure it held no benefit.

"Well my darling, I'm not sure. What would you want to be?" I couldn't tell if this was a trick question.

"One. I would want a job of influence I do not want to be a worthless dog. Two. I would like to guarantee safety for all mutants; with us or against us. Three. I would like to be treated with respect; as your equal." I state hoping to show him I'm going to be more difficult than he thinks.

He looked out the window as if he was watching a painful memory. "You sound like an old friend of mine. You remind me of him," He stopped to sigh, "You can have what you wish for. So long as you promise to stay."