Red Basilisk LeBeau grumbled to himself, but tried to put on a happy manner. It was, after all, his mother’s birthday.
Rogue wasn’t really his mother though. Basilisk knew it as well as everyone else did. So, maybe his helping out was just a sham. Maybe it was all a mistake, and he should be somewhere else right now....Red Basilisk sighed.
This really is pathetic, he grumbled to himself. I shouldn’t be worried about my own little problems. I should be happy for Rogue, if not as a child then as a friend.
Red Basilisk strapped on his jet black gloves and smiled to himself, pushing a hand through his curly hair with a cocky grin. He could not be an immature kid anymore. He was Red Basilisk, an X-man of power and dignity, who smoked ciggarets eventhough he was underaged.
Basilisk ran quickly down the hallway, and met Storm, who was in charge of the party.
“Here” Storm said, in her commanding voice. “Take some of these streamers and hang them up. With your powers it shall be quite easy” she gave him a motherly smile. Red Basilisk smiled back. Storm was one of the few people who had stood up for him when he had joined the X-men. He remembered that day so well.....
He had been ordered by Sinister to destroy the lives of two mutants. Back then, Red Basilisk had only been called Child, so he had thought that was his name. Heck, he had just been born, from a cylindrical tube that had been filled with fluid. Red Basilisk did not know exactly how he had been given a body even now, though Beast had many theories.
When he had first been born, he had seen a huge man looking at him. His face had been deathly pale, with a red diamond shape at his forehead. His canines were long, giving him the look of a wild cat. Not just a cat, a celestial cat, a divine holy creature....above mortal ways of death...And his eyes, they were the most chilling. To Child, they had flashed blood.
Child had then realized he was wet, and naked. He shivered with cold. The man gave him some clothes, which he had put on quickly. Child had put on some grey jeans, a red t-shirt, a blue jacket, brown shoes, and purple gloves. The clone also put on some black sunglasses and a toque that covered his hair. Sinister had looked at him with a smile that suited his name quite aptly.
“You are the first true creation to succeed!” he had shouted, his voice screaming malice and joy. “There were others, but you were the survivor of them all! You, Child, shall be my crowning glory. The one which will be the bane of the exsistence of a certain rat I have longed to exterminate. How fitting that it shall be his son that shall destroy him.”
“Bring me them, Child” Sinister had commanded. “If it is neccessary, and within your power, you can kill the woman, but leave the man to me. He and I need a long talk. I shall give you a sonic emmiter, so that you can report back to me and tell me of your progress. Here is the way to the house you must visit.”
Child had nodded, and excepted the emmiter, and the map Sinister gave him. The sonic emmiter had looked like a black videogame controler, with speakers at the botom, and an active screen Child saw himself as a green dot, and Sinister as a red dot.
“The two you are supposed to bring to me are yellow dots on the screen” Sinister said. He had looked him straight in the eye. “You will do my bidding. I created you, therefore I am your lord.”
Those eight words stung in Child’s mind. He nodded limply. What else was he to do? He had just been formed by this man, and he had to trust his words. Child had known no other human at that time, only this one man.
Sinister had then given him specific instructions. He was to go into the house, calling himself a mutant and seeking refuge. Then, Child must find the man and the woman, alone, and take them to him one by one. No one must see them fight or leave.
Red Basilisk growled. He had been so stupid when he had been formed. So innocent....too innocent.......and innocence was the essence of stupidity.....
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