twisted minds. ( will o'connell! )

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[/i] Sharona thought, as she turned away from the child. She sat down on the expensive rug infront of the couch and began licking every inch of her body where there was blood just like a cat would do with its fur. Sharona could even stretch her limbs the odd ways cats could do. By the time she was done the child had finally gone silent. Sharona looked at him only to realise he had cried himself to sleep. She rolled her eyes at him before hearing her private lift coming back up. Sharona frowned. Now who had not only gotten access to her private lift, but was coming? She had a feeling whoever it was knew exactly who was stayingher. Sighing in annoyance she stood up and walked over to the flat HD screen television hanging on the wall which also had a red floor length chinese robe hanging on it. She slipped the robe on, tieing the sash, before looking up as the lift doors opened.

"Brotherhood I presume?"

She purred.

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[will]

Will was convinced he had done something to piss his 'boss' off. He didn't know what it was but seeing how he had been stuck with the job of finding another mutant it must have been something pretty bad...honestly, didn't the man know he hated being about others? He spent most of his time on his own as it was! He wasn't a great fan of being about in crowds but the Magneto had spoken and frankly he wasn't about to disobey the man...there was some things one just didn't do and he didn't fancy being in the black books any more than he must already be.

Which was why he found himself at the edge of a forest staring down at a beach that was pretty much deserted apart from a few birds and what looked to be coppers inspecting the ground. He looked to the side to where the road met the sand and with interest looked over the police cars and the ambulances that were sat there, blue and red lights spinning around and around. From his position there was no way they would see him unless they actually looked in his direction which meant he was safe in his staring for the time being. What on earth had happened here? Bringing a hand to his face he pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh before looking back at the sand- any sort of clues that might have told him what had happened were long gone thanks to the traipsing about of the idiots below him. Lets be logical he told himself as he turned about on his heel so he was now facing the forest, if something had happened down there then many of the people would have run in there. Humans. No sense of self preservation as it was.

With a groan he brought his hand down so he could shove it into the pocket of his seen better days trench coat before he stepped forward and made his way into the dense forest.

He had been right. Several people had come crashing through here. He paused to finger a particularly badly broken branch for a moment before going on his way. It was another ten minutes before he stopped in his tracks. He might not have super senses or anything like that but the smell of blood and fear was obvious even to him and making a face he stepped gingerly into the area where the smell was emanating from. Eugh. Now he could see the blood, several drops of it had been sprayed up the trees and most of it was pooled on the ground. He really didn't want to know what kind of mutant he was going up against today...for he had no doubt that it was indeed the mutant he was looking for who had done all of this. There was no way it wasn't. The problem was that there was no evidence that she was even here any more, so where on earth had she gone? Getting out his phone he dialled a number and asked....

And now he found himself staring up at a large hotel in the city he had left over an hour ago and cursed everyone he could think of. Why couldn't someone have just told him to come here in the first place? He needn't have gone running about to the beach and through the forest had he known! Never mind. He just wanted to get this over and done with now. He was tired with running about running errands and frankly he just wanted to sleep as he had been up half the night with nightmares once again. Stuffing his hands into his pockets once more he made his way inside, heading towards the lift that would take him to the penthouse he was told she was currently living.

The doors hadn't even opened when he was confronted with quite a beautiful woman in a red gown and a sleeping child that had so obviously been crying its eyes out. "Brotherhood I presume?" He was asked but he was somewhat distracted by the small child. He had always had a soft spot for kids and seeing one that had so obviously been upset was worrying for him. He looked back at the woman with a frown.

"Aye, that I be." He gave nod. "And ye be the lassie I've been chasing aboot all afternoon."

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Sharona ranted. She wasn't stupid though - this man was with the Brotherhood. She could smell the Brotherhood members on him ( well those she knew ). Which meant he had done bad things for Magneto because lets face it he's a villian just like her even if he does claim he's doing it for mutant rights. Therefore anything she told this guy he couldn't use against her or tell to the police. She'd just get the dirt on him and screw him over in return if he tried. Of course there was her mutant abilities too. She could track anything down once she had the scent. She was pretty good at it too although she hadn't actually tracked a person's scent for any purpose other then hunting and that was usually on the spot, not premeditated.

"Thats a sexy accent by the way. Scottish? You know, I'm so very flattered you chased me around all day. You were just a minute too late to catch me naked. Shame really."

Sharona teased, in a much better mood since she brought the child back. However it didn't last long because then the kid woke up. Before she could even react the child had run across the room to the Brotherhood guy, clearly trying to seek sanctuary from her. A growl rumbled in the back of her throat for two reasons - one he dared to try and get away from her, and two her maternal instincts had already claimed the kid as hers so the kid hiding behind the male rang out a threat in the primal part of her mind.

Her voice was dark and deadly, full of promise, as she spoke.

"Kitten, if you don't get here right now I'll yank your genitals off and you won't be able to urinate or reproduce again in your lifetime, and at this rate your lifetime is looking very short."

She stalked towards him, her eyes flashing from human to that of a feline although the characteristic yellow of a feline's eyes were dark chocolate brown just like Sharona's when she wasn't using her tiger form or its characteristics. Every muscle in her body was primed for a fight, and unlike a minute earlier she had been giving out a scent that was for seducing her 'prey' as it were showing her relaxed side, now the scent was screaming 'threat' and 'predator'. Sharona used all the speed, agility, and strength of the tiger as she lunged at the child. Her fingers, now claws like the ones feline's had hidden in the fur of their paws when not being used, sliced through the back of the child's top as he tried to run away. The claws slid into the skin of his back like butter, and now with a firm grip she yanked him hard against her body.

His back was against her chest as he dangled in mid-air. Unfortunately he was screaming again, and now Sharona felt a migrane coming on. Growling in fustration she stalked back to the open planned living room area before throwing the kid at a random wall. The child fell unconcious as his head hit the wall before his body fell to the ground with a thud. The silence was bliss for Sharona. She collapsed onto the couch with a sigh of relief, her right hand massaging one of her temples as she turned her head to look at the Brotherhood man again.

"So whats your name stud? I'm curious, what can you do?"

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[will]

Will had barely stepped foot into the suite when she started ranting about the poor child that was asleep on the other side of the room. Honestly, why was he the one to go find some insane mutant? The poor kid...Watching your mother die was traumatic enough but to be kidnapped and stuck with the killer? That was going to scar the poor lad for the rest of his life- providing he lived long enough to be scarred over this whole ordeal. William himself was wondering if he was going to be able to forget about all of this once he went back home. He doubted it. He was probably going to have a lovely nightmare about some feral woman tearing people limb from limb. Like he didn't have enough to feed his nightmares?

"That's a sexy accent by the way. Scottish? You know, I'm so very flattered you chased me around all day. You were just a minute too late to catch me naked. Shame really."

Ah, at least she had the sense to correctly tell him his accent. He really hated it when people assumed he was Irish and really they were nothing alike! But then he had to put it down to Americans and that most of them had probably only heard these sorts of accents through films and they were hardly a reliable source. He shouldn't really judge but alas, it was rather hard. Even harder when they were trying to kill you in the process. He chose not to respond to her however as he didn't really want to add fuel to her fire. Sexy? Perhaps. He was well aware that many found him attractive although like any modest gent he didn't quite agree with the verdict but that didn't really matter, each to their own and all that. He did not agree on the fact that she seemed to think he cared about missing her being naked. Now, he was perfectly aware of the female form and wasn't one to shy away from admiring it but he also swung the other way and that was what made him think twice about people. He really did prefer the beauty on the inside not the outside. And whilst she was beautiful on the outside she was completely and utterly barmy on the inside.

His thoughts were cut off when the child suddenly seemed to wake up and run towards him. Will hadn't even the time to grab onto the child before she had lunged forward and dragged the poor child back kicking and screaming. He didn't have to see to know she had dug claws into the poor thing and he had to close his eyes as she moved back and threw the boy into the wall with a slightly sickening crunch. Oh. That was quite possibly the worst thing to do in front of him. He loved kids. He didn't understand why people would want to hurt such innocent people- children were so pure and held none of the prejudices that their parents did.

As she flounced over to the sofa to sit down he moved towards the child, turning him over and inspecting the damage. It didn't look too bad. He would be ok physically but mentally? There would probably be tons of therapy in his future. If he lived that long anyway, but since he was here he wasn't about to let this insane creature even get that far. Still crouched next to the boy he turned slightly at her question.

"So whats your name stud? I'm curious, what can you do?"

Stud? What a way to address someone. Had manners gone completely out the window or was he just overly polite? It didn't matter, he wasn't particularly keen on staying here any longer than he needed and he was really quite happy to just walk away from this place and not look back, to hell with Magneto and his bloody plans. To act like this without thinking about the consequences was completely insane. She was insane. Why did it have to be him? He really must have done something bad....

"Noir," He told her eventually, "And you really don't want to know lass."

He wasn't joking. Many people hated finding out about his powers. He most of all. As soon as he had learnt that he could move about in the dark and shadows as easily as walking over the ground he had found himself falling deeper and deeper into a pit of despair. It was if he had simply stopped looking to live in the light and many people found that disturbing. Especially with the way his eyes looked so dull and the lines and slightly greying hair of his face and head. He was starting to look a little old and he blamed his power entirely. Another reason why he was a loner. People simply didn't want to know someone who couldn't live life to the full.

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Sharona teased, a smirk upon her full lips as she stood up. She glided across the floor to where Noir was crouched with the boy. She slowly lowered herself keeping her gaze on Noir's eyes as she gave off the aura of seduction to lull him into a false sense of security. Once crouched her hand shot out latched itself around the child's throat and she stood up, holding the kitten. A growl rumbled in her throat as she stared right into Noir's eyes, issuing a primal challenge.

"This is my kitten. You want him, Noir, then your gonna have to kill me."

She snapped at him, her voice fierce, dark, and deadly. This was her territory. It may only be the penthouse suite, not big in the grand scheme of things for an animal, but it was still hers and god damn it no one was going to take or touch anything that was hers without her permission. Noir definately did not have her permission to touch nor take the child. She headed towards the archway leading to her bedroom. Once stood in the archway she glanced over her shoulder at Noir, a sinisterly amused look in her eyes which held all the promise of excruiating pain.

"By the way, you really don't want to know what I can do. A lot of people have disappeared that way, and they didn't provoke me."

She spoke, and although it was said casually anyone could tell it wasn't an empty threat or empty promise - she mean't it and would deliver. Sharona made her way across her room, opened up a locked wooden door on the far end and slipped inside. She shut and locked the door behind her before heading towards the large freezer inside. She unlocked the freezer, opened it, and then dumped the child inside. He had caused way too much trouble for such a small period of time. It hadn't even been an hour and he was way too much trouble for what he was worth. Sharona decided she would just have to find a mate of her own and get pregnant. She sighed deeply, resting her forehead against the wall at that thought.

Her mother had died when she was born - Sharona had been born with her claws out instead of her hands and so had torn herself out of her mother's body, it was instinct and not something she conciously chose to do - and then her father had the nerve to dump her at a nun's orphanage. Why the nerve? She had gotten the feral mutant gene from him. Sharona since that day had felt abandoned, unwanted, and a freak. The other children hadn't hesitated in the early days to tell her so - well when the nuns weren't looking. Sharona had never had anyone to teach her about the animal instincts inside her. None of the human food smelled good to her. At first it started out as small animals, then pets, and for a while she had been content with that. Unfortunately as she grew she needed to eat more... Other children started going missing. Then when she grew bigger the nuns. She was only found out as the culprit when they found her with the priest. They didn't understand.

So, they shot tranquilisers at her which due to her quick healing weren't in her system long enough to have any effect so she ran into the forest, abandoning civilisation which in her opinion had abandoned her first. Having to raise herself in the wild the second her mutant abilities kicked in had been hard. Sharona had been forced from the first day to let the animal in her replace all human instincts with animal ones so she could just survive. She had embraced it, and yet now when she longed for company she didn't know how she could get it. As sadistic as she was, she was entirely pure in other ways. She still had her virginity, never been on a date, had no idea how to flirt, nor did she know how to make a male want her willingly and even if she managed to do that she had no idea how to keep him around or even declare her as his mate. For once she wanted something and she didn't know how to get it as well as believed she never would.

Shutting the freezer she locked it up before unlocking the wooden door. She stepped out, relocked the door and slid the necklace - with the key attatched - back around her neck. It wouldn't take long for the kitten to die.

Sharona had considered briefly just having a 'one night stand' as the humans said but her heart ached at that thought. She had never thought herself as a romantic - then again she had steered clear of mates, breeding, relationships, love, and romance for her entire life - but she just couldn't give her physical innocence away to some random male. No, it had to be someone special to her, and someone who would willingly be her mate.

"I'm gonna be a virgin forever."

She whispered to herself as she headed back towards the open planned living room. Sharona cleared her throat to get Noir's attention.

"I guess you know I'm Wild. I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you but thus far its not. So, spill out whatever Magneto wants you to say to me and you can leave."

Sharona spoke firmly, showing off the confident predator that could handle anything. Funny thing was once you got past the sadistic predator there was still that innocent lost little girl who had been abandoned just because of who she was and what she could do. A little girl who had never actually had a family. Someone that had never been understood, nor had any chance of growing up the right way.

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[will]

Well, she was fast he had to give her that one. She had moved over to where he was crouched and had taken the boy before he could move to stop her. The scent in the air was a little different to before and he wondered briefly if it were part of her ability- there was a part of his mind that wanted to lull into a false sense of security as if she had flicked some sort of switch in his head and yet there was the part of his mind that was hardwired to be attracted to men that probably saved him from doing something stupid. Like trying to pounce on her. Which would have been very stupid.

"This is my kitten. You want him, Noir, then your gonna have to kill me."

Well, that was an idea. He slowly got to his feet, his eyes firmly locked on her as she moved away from him. He knew well enough to not attack her with such a threat hanging in the air but there was the safety of the child to consider...and that was enough for him to glare daggers at her in the very least. He would need to consider his options carefully before he could do anything in her own place. As she moved towards a wooden door he moved with her until he was on the one side and she was on the other...well, there was a turn up. Locking the door meant she didn't want people in there. He just so happened to have something of a univeral key when it came to locked doors- providing the other room was in the dark or had shadows at any rate.

Whilst she had been locked in her little room he had made quick work with the time he had been given, moving swiftly to the windows where he pulled the blinds down so that the mid-afternoon sun was partially blocked off and causing some lovely shadows for him in the process. By the time she had come back into the room he was stood in front of the now blocked windows staring out into the world beyond. He had to admit she certainly had a good place here but it was nothing compared to the farm back home...he missed home but there was no way he would ever be able to return there, not if he wanted to keep his family safe from the humans who hated him. He would do anything to protect them, even live this life of solitude was worth knowing they were safe from him.

A pity this girl was about to see why many people avoided him like the plague.

"I guess you know I'm Wild. I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you but thus far its not. So, spill out whatever Magneto wants you to say to me and you can leave."

"Well, all I know is that he wants you in the Brotherhood." Will turned about to face her properly, his face void of its usual happy go lucky expression. "Frankly I could do without a cold hearted bitch lurking about the place I live...especially one who thinks its ok to be playing about with the lives of wee kiddies." He moved once again, this time placing his body firmly on top of a shadow and for a moment he simply stood there looking at her but then it was if his body seemed to sink into the ground, disappearing into the black patch on the floor. "And there are some things I cannae be doing with." His disembodied voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere although his physical body was currently searching for the right patch of darkness that would lead him to the little boy she had hidden away from him.

Ah. There it was. He didn't actually need to see it to know that it was a freezer, hell he didn't even need to physically enter said freezer, all it took was for him to 'pull' the lad into his arms- from one dark place to another. Another few minutes and he was still in what he fondly dupped his 'shadow land' but he was able to watch what she was doing quite safely where he was.

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Sharona spoke, a devilish gleam in her eye as she stated the facts. Sure, he could go through mud, water, and even drown themselves in disgusting cologne or perfume but their scent would always be there. The strength of it would be altered, but no one could change their scent entirely. Well, unless it was a power but it was one neither of them had. She raised a hand and admired her nails, speaking again with a casual tone that resembled talking about the weather.

"Whilst I track him down you can be sure, Noir, that I will kill every other child I come across. Colateral damage for your idiotic choice in moves. You put them all at risk. You knew what I was, you had an idea of what I could do even if you didn't read whatever file Magneto has on me. You knew what would happen if I was provoked. I am merely living up to expectations but you... You have willingly put that child and every other child in the world in danger because you just had to try to play the hero."

She told him, driving the figurative knife in deeper. She shrugged as she stood up straight, no longer leaning against the wall.

"I'm a reasonable person. A reasonable feral. If you had wanted the kitten so badly you could have made a deal. I like soft things. All felines do. You can see my bed on the floor is merely silk cushions, silk sheets and silk blankets. You could have made a deal to purchase some of them for me, or elegant silky clothes that didn't feel suffocating. You could have even offered to go hunt for a week's worth of my dinner - the exact amount the mother and child would have been - in exchange for the child."

She told him. Sure, she wouldn't have liked to let the child go but she would have... Well, after cutting out the kid's tongue or finding some other way to make sure he never talked about her or what she did. Still, she would have made a deal if it was one she liked.

"But alas you went and did the stupid thing. Its a shame really. How about I give you a head start huh? I do find your accent sexy, and well since the result is inevitable I might as well give you a head start. It'll make the hunt so much fun for me. After all, I am a predator. We love the hunt, and we never give up until we get our prey. Go on, run. The longer he is away from my grasp the longer he will be tortured before death. I've never tortured a kitten before but it seems I am going to be doing a lot of firsts with you."

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[will]

There was something highly attractive about a woman who thought she could scare the pants off him. Really, did she honestly think he cared that she could track him down? There were plenty of mutants who could do that but she would have to be bloody good to be able to catch his scent from inside shadows...actually never mind, it was impossible for anyone to track him when he went into his own little world and even when he came out of it she would have to then find him. It was sweet that she thought she would be able to find him. The only problem he had with the whole thing was that she thought she could threaten other children simply because he had taken her little play thing off her- she really needed to learn that she couldn't have everything she wanted.

Such a pity he would have to be the one to do the deed. He really disliked Magneto right now. Had the man known she would do something like this knowing full well William's own thoughts and feelings considering children? He wouldn't put it past the other mutant and it was that thought that he looked down at the poor wee lad in his arms. He felt so sorry for the child- he had barely begun his life and it was over already...there was no way the lad would be able to live the rest of his life with such a trauma and there was no bloody way on this planet he was letting her get those claws back into him. Decisions and problems. What was he going to do?

I've never tortured a kitten before but it seems I am going to be doing a lot of firsts with you."

Well now, perhaps he was reading into that a little more than he should but he could have sworn there might have been slight undertones of something or other in there. Maybe he could use this against her...he certainly wasn't above it. Well, he was but there was some things one simply had to do if they wanted to get about. Messing with someone's mind a little bit? Yeah, he could do that even if it wasn't something he usually went out of his way to do. He had morals and was a good bloke most of the time but living with the people he did right now there was bound to be a slight breakdown in them at one point or other.

He looked at the child once again before sighing and withdrawing away from her apartment to place the still very unconscious child back in his own room back at the Brotherhood house (where he would be safe for the time being), covering him with his coat, before returning to the suite. Watching at her he looked her over once again weighing up his options. He didn't really want to do this but she had pissed him off by threatening the boy and he simply couldn't allow her to get away with it...and if she was going to be living at the house with him there was going to have to be some established ground rules. He focused on the wall just behind her where her shadow cast against it giving him the perfect place to reappear from.

"A lot of firsts?" He questioned as he shifted to her shadow, before stepping out so he was practically flush against her. He would have to be quick if he didn't want to have nice scratch marks across his torso. Without his coat he had shifted from somewhat myterious to quite buff- dressed in his black trousers and one of his many form fitting black tops even he had to agree he was somewhat attractive. "Someone like you I would have thought would have worn the 'firsts' out." He lowered his head slightly so he could breathe the words past her ear before he moved swiftly out of the way.

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[/i] mate - a male who would understand and love her.

"I am not some sort of harlot! I have morals. You just haven't taken a single moment to understand me. You have no idea who I am or what I have been through, or even what I am. Now give me back my kitten before I tear your genitals from your body so you'll never be able to reproduce again."

( urgh, so sorry its so short =P )

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[will]

Will wasn't sure if he had been able to get one up on the feral or whether he had just pissed her off a little too much but as it was he had decided to go down this path so he was going to stick with it.

"I am not some sort of harlot! I have morals. You just haven't taken a single moment to understand me. You have no idea who I am or what I have been through, or even what I am. Now give me back my kitten before I tear your genitals from your body so you'll never be able to reproduce again."

Ah yes, he had definetly rubbed her fur the wrong way! It would have been highly amusing had he not had a clue what she could do, as it was he was well aware of the damage she could cause and didn't doubt for one moment that if given half the change would probably do as she threatened but since he didn't actually plan on letting her get close enough to actually try such a thing her threats really fell on somewhat deaf ears. He also had no intentions of just handing the child back over to her either...he didn't approve in the way she went about her meals and as he was quite fond of children (hoping to one day have his own) it was hardly surprising he only frowned at her in answer.

"Lassie I haven't seen any sort of morals from ye since I got here," He told her as he crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a blank stare to her glare showing that he wasn't in the least bit afraid of her...afterall there were some things he was much more afraid of than some little girl who thought she could get what she wanted by threatening those about her. He supposed that was one of the reasons Magneto had sent him although William still thought the man quite mad and was still convinced he must have done something to offend the mad mutant. "And ye don't know me well enough to threaten me with such trivial things." His frown turned into a scowl as he stepped closer to her, "So if ye think I'm gonna let ye anywhere near that poor wee laddie you can forget it. I'll kill him meself before I let him near a mad woman like you." And alas he was quite aware that he would do it...which was sad really seeing how much he liked children but he would never allow an innocent live in a life where his fate would be decided at the whim of a feral mutant who didn't know any better.

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She snapped. This male was driving her crazy, and not in the good way either. Sure, he was rather attractive with a toned physique she wouldn't mind licking all over. His personality was little to be desired though. Infact he was keeping her kitten from her and she wasn't going to stand for it. He couldn't just kick her around like he owned her. She was her own person, and god damn it that kitten was hers! She growled fiercely, her own eyes flashing to resemble a tiger's before they became her human eyes once more. Then an idea came to her. She would just get a new kitten. A smirk rose on her full lips at the thought. This male couldn't take all the kittens away from her. It would be physically impossible. He couldn't spend every second of his life around her to make sure she didn't take another kitten. She may have lost one, and she loathed it, but she can always get another. Kittens were born every second of every day. It wouldn't be hard.

"You know what? Keep that kitten. There is more when he came from."

With that Sharona stormed into her private elevator and took it down to the lobby floor ignoring her state of dress - a simple nightrobe. She walked bare foot out of the hotel and began walking in the direction where she could smell the most kittens. It turned out to be a park. She eyed the mothers around the place, merging in with the other park visitors, before glancing at the kittens. She soon spotted a kitten moving out of view of everyone else into the woods behind the park. The female kitten had seen a butterfly and was chasing it into the trees. Nonchalantly, Sharona walked into the woods following the kitten. She walked silently behind the female until she was right behind her. Then with a flick of her hand Sharona knocked the kitten unconcious. She gathered the kitten into her arms and took the long way home, making sure no one saw her, before going up in the private elevator to her penthouse suite. A female was far better then a male kitten anyway. She'd have more in common with this one. Plus, this kitten was younger - about two years old.

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[will]

will was getting thoroughly bored of this whole affair and he considered just leaving and letting Magneto deal with the lassie himself- he wanted her so badly why not talk her into joining? Or better yet send a bloody telepath or some such and make her join. Will was losing interest in a woman who so far was displeasing in every aspect and no amount of attractiveness in her body could make up for the disturbed mind she possessed and as Will happened to rather like a mind that was sound he would be glad to turn his back on this particular woman.

"You know what? Keep that kitten. There is more when he came from."

He made no move to stop her from stalking off, instead as soon as she was out of his immediate vicinity he gave a great sigh of relief and became instantly more relaxed. Good lord what was he going to do? If he left her alone who knows what might happen and if he stayed he might try and do something to her! She was one of the most difficult women he had ever come across and whilst she certainly had an attractive body she was by no means a good person. He ran his hands through his hair in agitation as he paced about her apartment, desperately trying to think of a plan. Finally he ceased his pacing -although his hands were still tangled in his hair- he gave a grimace as he decided that he really ought to stay. He had been entrusted with a job and no matter how much he wished he could tell Magneto to go stuff it he couldn't. Which meant he was stuck here until she got back since he saw no reason to stalk her to wherever it was she had decided to run off to.

Looking about him he removed his hands from his head and pondered on his next move before thinking 'bugger it' and made his way to her kitchen where he rooted about in the cupboards quickly before finding that there was nothing to tempt him and with a sigh moved to the nearest shadow and within minutes had returned with a bottle of Glenfiddich and a glass. Once back he settled himself down onto the sofa and poured himself a glass before sinking back into his seat with a sigh. "Bloody lass," He grumbled as he took a sip of the liquid. Ah that was the good stuff! Hopefully she took her time getting back so he would be able to get nice and drunk for her return as he had already begun to think the only way he would be able to stand her was to be so inebriated he couldn't see straight- alas as he did not drink often he feared it wouldn't take all that much.

A pity then that she wasn't gone for very long and he was only on his third glass when she did return. Looking up he tilted the glass in her direction in greeting, feeling only the beginning effects of the alcohol and knowing that he was still quite some way to being even a little tipsy. A shame since she had another wee child in her grasp. He sighed and took a sip. "Ye have no morals at all...its no wonder ye haven't anyone with ye." He eyed her in her dressing gown, "Despite the attractions ye have going."

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Sharona snarled, practically vibrating with anger. Oh how she longed to sink her claws and teeth into his flesh. She wanted to tear him apart until every inch of him was in pieces the size of a pea. Yet she could not however. One reason was the kitten. Another was the fact he was Magneto's lacky. She did not feel a threat from Magneto, she felt confident she could kill him with ease, but as of the moment could not be bothered with a war with the Brotherhood. It would take up a fair amount of time, and as much bloodlust as she loved as well as held, the animal in her knew with a kitten to raise it would be more trouble then its worth. All kittens needed protection until they were strong enough to be taught to defend themselves. Her kitten was not yet old enough to be taught to hunt, and since the kitten seemed to be just human it would be even more difficult when the time came to teach the kitten the ways of the hunt and defense.

Still, her anger lessened a small portion upon his flattery. She was not a vain creature despite appearances - she just preferred to be clean and natural as the feline in her was known for - but on occassion sincere flattery was nice to hear. Most of the time it was by lewd men she could not stand but was necessary to play nice with since they were her prey. It was not often she heard compliments that were said merely for the pleasure of it and not with a sexual agenda in mind. Still, it did not excuse this man's foul behaviour. At first it had been fun to play with him, like a lion plays with a lamb, but now it was becoming tedious. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, feeling her hands itch with the need to transform them into claws. She had never been one to deny her feral nature and yet here she was attempting to reign in her anger. She had no idea why. Still, there was time for her yet to tear this man apart.

"Leave my things alone."

She didn't just mean the alcohol either.

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william wasn't even going to bother with this child, no matter how much he hated the fact that the poor thing was going to be raised by this woman. He saw no reason to get himself any further in her affairs and had he his own way he would have been long gone but as he had thought to himself earlier in the day he simply didn't want to go against his boss. Pity really as he hated working for Magneto but the things one did to survive was not always very glamorous.

"You know nothing about me whatsoever Scot. It is the sign of an arrogant uncouth neanderthal that judges someone who he doesn't know."

Oh ho! She was accusing him of being a quick judge of character? She was doing the exact same thing to him! She had probably assumed he was a lacky of some sort and that he was doing all of this because he had been told? Whilst she was correct in that he was doing as he was told he had taken that poor boy away from her because he couldn't stand to see the poor laddie treated in such a way. She seemed to think she could just scare him away...so the fact that he was still here was probably most annoying for her as he was not one to be scared easily, and certainly not by someone like her- she would have to learn that not everything was going to go her way.

Twirling his drink once again he stared at the liquid, a smile on his lips as if laughing at some inward joke before looking back up at her. "I judge only what I see lassie, and what I see is an attractive woman who thinks a wee bit too highly of herself." He tipped his glass at her before downing it and once that was gone he reached for the bottle and filled up again, although he didn't drink it straight away instead choosing to make it last a little longer as he had no need or desire to get totally hammered just yet- being about this girl required some sort of sense and he wasn't going to be able to do that if he kept drinking all his whiskey in one go. "Besides, ye be doing the same thing to me." He pointed out as he leant back into the sofa, getting himself comfortable once again, uncrossing his legs so his feet were flat on the floor and with his back right against the seat he threw the one arm over the back of it so he was a little more spread out.

"Leave my things alone."

He raised an eyebrow at her. Really? What on earth had he taken to get such a statement? The child hadn't been hers (no matter what she seemed to think) and the drink was his own...hell he had even brought his own glass! He moved his head to the side as he stared at her before a smile found its way over his lips once again, "And now ye be accusing me of being a thief?" He asked although he made no mention that most people considered him a thief most of the time since his ability made getting about ever so easy and he had no need for keys or anything like that to get into a locked room. "That laddie wasn't yours to take and the drink be mine...I even brought me own glass." He took a sip of said drink with a small chuckle. He made no mention of having left other things well alone as he was only a little afraid she might scratch him in retaliation but as he was a man and she was a shapely woman walking about in practically all the buff he was bound to notice (and want) such attributes.

Well, the scratching put him off but there was also the fact that he had long been without any sort of company and was in fact just a little shy about doing anything about it- not that he didn't want to of course, there had been plenty of people since leaving home that he would have been quite happy settling down with but something had usually come up which ruined that happiness. Usually humans finding out his powers but never mind, he wasn't so desperate that he would go falling into bed with any kind of woman. He had morals afterall.

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Sharona replied with a fierce growl. This man was really getting on her nerves now. What on earth had posessed Magneto to send this guy? She'd have more fun with Sabertooth, or Mystique pretending to be Sabertooth. She'd actually prefer either of those two options. At least Sabertooth was another feral and so would be easier to handle. He might even understand her reasoning, but not this guy. This guy was too human in his personality and mind. Why would he understand a feral? Someone who was more animal then human. He hadn't had to go through puberty and have the feral rising in him at the same time. She had. With all the hormones in her buzzing, and her mutatation kicking in big time, it wasn't surprising she had ended up killing those pets, children, and priest back at the orphanage. She had no one to teach her about her mutation, no one to look out for her and help her be raised right. All Sharona had been able to do then was let the animal in her take control. She had no choice. It was that or be killed. It was a matter of survival. Sharona had to be alone all her life. Was it really that much to ask for some companionship? All she wanted was a kitten... At least until she found a male who wanted to be her mate - she didn't hold any hope for that ever happening.

"I don't know why I am even bothering with trying to make you understand. You're too human. You just won't get it. Since you hate me so much due to your ignorance, why don't you just leave? I have better things to do then be around your polluted self."

The animal in Sharona wasn't sure what to do now. He did not seem like mate potential, but neither was he a threat. She wanted him out of her territory for the most part, but other then that she was at a loss as to what to do. Her fingers grew into claws as the animal in her, restless in its uncertainty, itched to be set free. A good hunt would probably do wonders for her but with the new female kitten in her room and this male in her living room she knew she could not. Another thing Sharona knew was that this male could and probably would take her new kitten at any opportunity that came. Deep down she knew the only kitten he'd let her keep - which was still at a push with this human mutant - was her own. How could she have her own though when she didn't even have a mate? She refused to just get herself pregnant with anyone's kitten. No, she would have to find a mate first. She was saving her virginity for her mate, and thus her first kitten. Sharona just wished she'd find a feral that could understand her. Hell, any male that could understand her. It wasn't so hard to get where Sharona was coming from or her thinking, but most never even bothered. They didn't even try. They just labelled her evil and went to get their pitchforks and guns.

She felt sorry for those labelled Salem witches in the past. She knew how they felt.

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