Two days ago, Florida

The door of the old Erian estate slammed open, hitting the wall beside it with a resounding BANG.Throwing a cacophony of dust everywhere. As the dust settled, drifting through the light that poured in through the door, black leather boots stepped onto the hardwood flooring. The floor creaked underfoot and a mouse scurried away in the corner, disturbed from it’s little adventure through the hallway.

“This… Will do.” A voice said, belonging to a woman. She stepped in further, and was follow by a large man. He sniffed the air and sneezed, much to the annoyance of the woman. He gave her a sheepish look before moving onto the grand flight of stairs before them. He paused on them, sniffing the air for a moment before sneezing again. He wasn’t sure about it. He wanted to check it out, but then his companion spoke to him.

“Go and get the van, bring it closer to the doors.” The Woman ordered,

“But.”

“Go.” She reaffirmed, turning and walking into the living room. She brushed a thick layer of grey dust off the surface of the mirror and stared back at herself. She looked younger than she should for an eighty year old. Perks of shapeshifting, she supposed. She wiped the mirror clean all the way, looking at the reflection of the room around her. The seats were covered in sheets, and a small chandelier hung from the ceiling. The mirror itself had a gold trim, it would need cleaning.

“Raven.” A man.jpg) called, appearing in the doorway of the Living room. His skin was a red colour, with a scar running down over his left eye.He walked over to her, looking into the mirror. “Azazel, you grace us with your presence.”

“I had good reason to come.” He replies, turning and teleporting to the entrance of the dining room in a second. Raven said nothing, her skin returning to it’s natural blue colour. She was surprised he still lived. “I expected you dead”

“Unlike Riptide, death does not come easily to me.” He responds, shaking his head. Ripteide, another member of their gang from the Hellfire club, had been killed in during the Phoenix event. She had torn him apart.

Raven looked at the man, father of her son. Given up in hopes of sparing him from this cruel world. She knew who he was, but she had no desire to talk to him, fearing what would happen. Nightcrawler… Kurt. Whatever name he took. She sighed and turned to him, facing the demon properly.

A loud noise by the front door caught her attention, and a moment later Sabretooth came in, dragging a generator behind him. He looked at Mystique and Azazel, and a long tongue shot past him into the far corner of the room, pulling back a grey furry rodent. He wondered how long until the argument or lust for one another came. It wouldn’t be too long he imagined. As he heard chewing inf ront of him, he looked over at Toad was hunched over in the corner, chewing the mouse from earlier.

“You disgust me.” Victor muttered, staring his colleague down, Toad shrugged his shoulders, he didn’t care at all. And Creed sneezed, eliciting a horrific laugh from Toad. Victor stuck his hand to Toads throat and squeezed, staring him down. The dust, messing with his sense of smell, was no laughing matter.

“Blobs worse than I am, Toothy.” Toad responded. He licked his lips and hopped, bouncing off of Sabretooth's face and landing on the banister behind them. He looked up the top of the stairs and hopped again, over the railing. A moment later he called down. “Dibs on the big bed!”

“So.” Azazel spoke, sitting down in a leather backed chair, folding his leg over the other. “When do we break out Multiple Man?”

“Soon. I know where he is. But we need Pietro and Dukes.” Mystique replied to him, running a hand through her hair and nodding. “We have no idea where they are.”

“Creed should be able to find Dukes, surely? A man of that size is not hard to smell.”

“Even without me, he should not be hard. Pietro is harder, he desires to stay off the grid. I believe only he could outrun Trask.” Creed spoke, entering the living room and standing between the two of them. They nodded, agreeing.

“That leaves Pietro. We need someone who can find him.” Raven added on, crossing her arms across her chest.

“His father and sister are dead. It might take a lot to convince him.” Azazel said quietly, stewing on ways in which he could coerce or convince him.

“But with Trasks Sentinels threatening Mutantkind, it may be what’s required.” Raven told him, raising her brow.

“You yourself said he could outrun them.” Azazel told her, reminding her of her own words, said several moments prior. Creed sniffed the air, his eyes turn black and he swung his head around in time to see Toad being thrown from the second floor and into Creeds legs. A large, scaled man walked down the stairs, narrowing his eyes. His tail slumped down the stairs behind him.

“You must be losing your touch, Creed.” Azazel muttered, standing up and stretching his arms.

The walking Crocodile stood above Toad, pushing his foot down onto the Mutant. He pushed harder and Toad scream in pain. The Brotherhood stood stationary for a moment, until Azazel teleported the crocodile off of Toad and three stories up outside, landing on the roof effortlessly.

“I think you’ll find Toad to be one of us.” Azazel warned him, standing upright. He looked down at the walking reptile and raised his brow. “What is your name.”

“Caiman.” He replied, pushing himself off the ground and staring up at the demon on his rooftop. Mystique, Creed and Toad piled out of the door, standing there with a variety of expressions, all centered on Caiman. “And that, is Jackknife and La Lunatica. We live here.”

Caiman points behind the Brotherhood, towards two new people behind them. One with white skin and white hair to match, dressed in a purple jacket and black t-shirt. An angry look in her eyes. The other wore a yellow shirt and a homemade cloak and hood, an eye holding a eerie red glow.

“Didn’t have to throw me off the top floor…” Toad muttered, rubbing his elbow and glaring at Caiman behind goggles.

“We did need to bolster our ranks.” Sabretooth spoke, looking at Raven. She nodded in agreement, it made sense. Clearly Caiman was strong, she was unsure as to whether the others were as well. They would have to find out.

“Plan of action. We find Pietro and Dukes, and then work out how to rescue Multiple Man. After that we take out Trask.” Raven says, nodding to herself. “And we need to learn about this group masquerading with our name down south.”

Now. Outside Indianapolis

“Dukes.” Victor says simply, leaning in the doorframe of a mom and pop diner in Texas. Freddy Dukes looked over, stuffing his mouth with a large burger, grease running down his shirt and mouth, dribbling and dripping. He runs a finger through a fat fold on his neck and sucks it, trying to avoid losing any of the juice. Sabretooth curled his lip in disgust and walked closer. “You’re needed.”

“Can’t you see I’m eating?” He says, shaking his head as he takes a bite from the burger, too big for his mouth. It falls out as he chews, drool and slobbered covered meat landing on the plate. He turns towards the kitchen and starts shouting. “HEY, GIVE ME ANOTHER FUCKING BURGER ALREADY YOU LAZY SHITS.”

From inside the kitchen came whimpers, and a middle aged woman, with red hair done up in a bun comes out. Carrying a plate of a half dozen burgers. She looks to creed and then drops the food on the desk, before running back in the kitchen, holding back tears. It was a tad bit late for that, her mascara had already been running.

“The Brotherhood has reunited.” Creed carried on, glaring at the fat lump that calls itself human.

“Yeah I know, they’re lead by that Swami dude or whatever his name is.” he spoke, spitting a tomato out at Sabretooth. The mutant dodged it and then slammed his hands on the table.

“The REAL Brotherhood, Dukes.” He snarled, his silver fingernails grew longer and glinted in the sun. They were more than enough to cut through the Blobs neck and take an artery. They’ve gotten through thick armour plenty of times. His eyes flashed black for a moment before he composed himself. “You OWE us.”

“For what?” Blob asked, stuffing a chicken leg into his mouth.

“Magneto gave you back your memories. That should be enough.”

“Hah, I’m fine thank you.” He replies, licking his lips and digging his hand into a box of chips. Sabretooth growled loudly, sliding all the food off in one large go. “You are nothing, Dukes. You want to boss people around, make them fear you? Then you come with us.”

The Blob considered the idea, he liked it. He truly did. Getting to boss people around? Power suited him. He knew his place, and it was above the weak.

Victor left the restaurant, stepping outside to call Mystique. He pressed the phone to his ear and waited, after three rings she finally answered.

“Dukes has agreed to join us.”

“Excellent. Find information on the New Brotherhood. We’ll be arranging to find Pietro and free Madrox.”

A specially designed cell in Chicago.

Jamie Madrox sat there still, deep in prayer. He prayed for redemption for his crimes, and for safety from those who would do him harm. He believed that god loved all his children, to matter their crimes or species. A guard walked past the cell and looked in, before carrying on.

In the corner, sat another Jamie, reading the Holy Bible quietly. He looked to his duplicate and nodded. They looked to a third one, drawing members of the Brotherhood and humming to himself. Different parts of Jamie, but still him.

“They’ll move us soon.” Spoke Jamie2, the one with the bible.

“Of course they will, Trask will want us.” Responded Jamie3, putting his pencil down.

“Do you ever think we’ll get out of here?” Asked the second one, looking at Jamie1. The praying Jamie looked at them. “I’m sure we will in time.”

And thus, X-Force Sign ups occurred. Get ready everyone. It’s the next post. :3

You guys have no idea how amused I was by Murphy begging me to make Sabretooth appear, when I was already planning it, and for Quicksilver to not appear, having finished the post mostly by then.