Alright, ga ti.
My target was Emma Frost. There's a possibility that she might have sensed using telepathy. Even if she didn't, she'd sense soon enough. And if she did, she might escape or try to use her mind control power to get information out of . Only ti will tell.
I straightened my suit, took a breath, and reached out with my telepathy to make the guards see as just another VIP. As I approached, the guard nodded, "Evening, sir," then punched a code on the panel next to the door. It opened, revealing an elevator waiting to take down to the club's hidden floors.
I stepped in.
The doors slid shut. The elevator descended smoothly.
The elevator doors opened, revealing a dimly lit, sprawling basent floor with a suffocating atmosphere. Then there was this weird sweet scent in the air. The music was muted here, just a steady, almost hypnotic beat pulsing through the room.
Alright, super speed ti... I used my speed. Everything around seed to stand still.
As I moved through the rooms, I saw the people trapped in Emma's illusions, each absorbed in their private fantasy or nightmare, oblivious to everything around them. So lounged back with idiotic grins, their eyes glassy as they reached for things that weren't there. Others were in various states of undress, slumped or draped over furniture as though drunk, so whispering to invisible lovers or laughing like maniacs at jokes only they could hear. They were entirely consud by what they thought was real, and that sweet, cloying scent hanging in the air kept them entranced.
I stopped briefly in one of the rooms to observe. There was a woman hugging an empty space, murmuring sweet nothings to thin air, as though she was speaking to a loved one. In another corner, two n were fist-fighting each other, each convinced they were mortal enemies, fueled by the false mories Emma had implanted in them. Their movents were sluggish, ridiculous even, as they flailed and shouted nonsense.
What a joke, I thought, moving on. It was like watching animals in a zoo.
Then there were the booths. From the outside, they appeared like simple glass enclosures, but inside, Emma had laced them with such potent telepathic illusions that the occupants were completely oblivious to their surroundings. So VIPs inside were giggling, thinking they were in paradise with a harem of perfect partners, others indulging in feasts that didn't exist. I saw through Emma's tricks as if they were transparent, but to those inside, the illusions were as vivid as their mories.
Each hallucination held the person firmly in place. And this wasn't just Emma's telepathy alone; that sweet, hallucinogen-laced scent enhanced everything, amplifying her powers and creating an environnt where the lines between reality and illusion blurred beyond repair. It was brilliant—an insidious web that fed her every sadistic whim.
I'm lucky mind control doesn't work on .
Finally, after searching through ten such rooms, I finally found a room that looked suspicious because there was a telepathy barrier around it. No mind control shit will work in there other than the one in charge. Interesting way to create a barrier. I phased through the door and saw the blond beauty herself lying on a sofa, watching the live footage on the multiple screens fixed on the wall.
Her white dress barely covered her body. The way it hugged her form, I knew she'd worn it to emphasize her curves, showing off her long, slender legs. That well-toned tummy and generous cleavage left little to the imagination. It was hard not to notice. But even more noticeable than that were her piercing blue eyes that seed to cut right through .
I have to admit, the comics and movies don't do her justice.
Emma Frost in the flesh was stunning.
I placed a hand just above her forehead, letting my own telepathy sh with hers while I siphoned off her power with ease. Emma's abilities were intricate, but with my experience, it was like untying a set of threads, each leading deeper into her unique skillset. There was resistance, her mind shielded so mories, especially personal ones... Wait! Is that Chat? There was only her face, and Emma was looking for her. Everything related to her other than that was locked up.
I could feel her sadness around Chat's mory bubble.
Luckily for , I was able to get access to her training sessions.
As I absorbed the knowledge, a smirk played on my lips. I reached for the small, ornate bottle on the table beside her. The sa cloying scent that wafted through the rooms below was in here, concentrated—a hallucinogen designed to amplify and intertwine her victims' experiences. I lifted the bottle, uncorking it and swirling it in front of her face, the thick, sweet mist curling from the vial and covering her.
Dang! It's so fun to ss with things when you have super speed. No one will notice anything. And the limit of how long I can hold on to this speed was... Fuck! I felt dizzy and I felt as my my muscles were burning up. I must be reaching my limits. But Logan's healing factor kicked in and healed imdiately.
I went to the opposite side and sat on the chair, releasing my speed.
Emma jumped up in shock, seeing an outsider sitting opposite hers. She threw a telekinetic blast at . I instantly raised a barrier around and as soon as the blast crashed, I absorbed the kinetic energy. So, there was just a wisp in the air, nothing more. Shaw's mutation is kinda nice. And I never thought she had mastered telekinesis to this level. It must be hidden in one of those blocked mories. Interesting...
Telekinesis, huh?
Emma grabbed her head as the scent began to show its magic. She stumbled but refused to fall to her knees.
"Wow! Easy now," I said with a smirk.
"What the fuck are you?!" Emma hissed.
"Aron," I said simply.
Emma's face twisted in anger. "You think you're going to get away with this?" She tried to give one of those dangerous pain inducents through telepathy, but sadly for her, its useless against . "Damn you!" She cursed after failing.
"What? Couldn't get in here?" I grinned, tapping the side of my head. "Sorry, your tricks won't work on ."
She tried to use her telepathy to shut off my senses, to make blind and deaf. It's not working.
I grinned, "Sorry, still not working. Try harder. I'm sure you have so better tricks in that pretty head of yours. I'm looking forward to them. Show what you got."
Emma clenched her teeth in frustration. "You think this is a joke?"
"Not a joke. Just a challenge," I said calmly.
"What the fuck do you want?" Emma glared at , her blue eyes burning with hate.
"I want to help you beco the big boss of this place. You see, I ca here after killing Shaw and around fifty of his team, maybe more, I didn't keep count. So, here's the deal. You help find my original body from which I'm cloned," I said as I transford into my real form. "And I'll eliminate all the heads who are controlling you and even kill Kingpin. With him gone too, it would be like a walk in the park for you to take over the entire power that rules New York and more. So, what do you say?"
"You are bluffing. A clone with killer nanites in his body could never kill Shaw. What was your power? Super Speed and telepathy proof? Is that how you entered here?" Emma asked incredulously.
"Why don't you give him a call and see for yourself? Oh, and you should stop acting like that drug is affecting you. You already cleared your mind as soon as you saw . So, there's no way so hallucinating agent would work on an Oga-level telepath mutant like you," I said calmly, leaning back on the chair, and putting my feet on the table.
Emma smirked as she stretched her arms, then she sat back on the sofa with her legs crossed and she was wearing a white panty. She then pulled her phone over from the table with telekinesis and dialed a number but no one picked up. Then she dialed another number and her cool and calm face flinched for a flicker second.
She was good alright. She knows how to mask her expression, but I can still see through it. She then looked at , "So you're telling the truth?"
"I won't lie. It would be a waste of ti for both of us."
She leaned forward giving a nice view of her cleavage. "What makes you think I'd just join hands with you after you killed my boss and half of my people?"
"Simple," I said, leaning forward to et her gaze. "Because I can help you achieve what you've been trying to do all these years. I can help you find her."
"Her?"
"Aren't you looking for Chat?"
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