House of Terror (R-13)

They appeared in District X, completely surrounded on all sides by abandoned buildings and old shacks. Neal had a firm hold of Harper's arm. Winds are blowing harder. His, and hers. "Here's the plan love, you do as I say and you won't get hurt more then necessary got it?" He smirked at his own reassurances. "You're family gonna be looking for you any time soon?" He asked pushing her forward ahead of him, his hand on her shoulder firmly, ready to release an electric current if the lady tried to escape. He led her to the area which  looked like slums or shanty towns on the edge of New York, consisting almost entirely of self-constructed housing built on terrain.

Neal pushed the model to an alley, heading towards what looked like a shack. Informal mutant settlers insisted on occupying this land in this urban center because it was where their amenities were accessible, according to them.

Neal's arm sparked, lighting a wide area around them. "In we go." He growled into her ear as they reached the house. He unlocked the door  and pushed her down ahead of him. "You try to flee and you're dead, got it? I don't have anything to lose from killing you except maybe some fun, so don't think I won't kill you, because you will certainly be wishing you were dead soon."

Neal stepped forward and closed the door behind him. Stepping up the step, he turned and locked the door. He turned to the girl. "Welcome to your new home for a while.The House of Terror!" He said, and switched the lights on. Where it showed a gruesome sight. Blood smeared the walls, and long curving knives sat in shelves that were etched into the stone. Knives, torture booths, blood everywhere.

Aside from knives and blood, the room contained only the barest necessities -- an inexpensive table and chairs, set of dishes, a dish towel, a teapot. There was no pictures and books.

The most horrifying thing in the room however, was the single table in the center. It was almost like an extension of the room. An operating table, and it had stained blood all over it. "This was one of my favorite rooms." He said. "Stand up. Now!"

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Harper began to think quickly as they landed in a place that she didn't know. Why didn't she just keep walking? She knew better than that! You're a fool, Harper! She didn't say anything as he lead her into the building. Harper wasn't worried about her family looking for her. They hadn't looked for her since she left, or at least she didn't know if they were or not. Wouldn't surprise her at all if they weren't. Neal pushed her ahead of him, and she fell to the ground hard. Wincing back, she turned to look long and hard at her captor.

Welcome to your new home for a while.The House of Terror! Harper looked around when the lights flipped on after he locked them in. She looked around at the gruesome sight that met her. This wasn't happening.... Stand up. Now! Harper got to her feet and eyed the lights that revealed this little shop of horrors... Enough was enough....

Holding her hands open, and away from Neal's eyes, she quickly pulled all the light from the room to her, plunging it into complete darkness except for the bright concentration of light in her hands. Turning quickly, she shot the light directly at Neal's face, causing a flash bang without the sound. In the pitch black that now filled the room, Harper could still see clearly, and she moved quickly to get away from him.

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While the wind carried Neal and Harper across the skies, it unknowingly carried a metal bar with a tracker as well. Carefully placed by Magneto himself. Some could question his motives. Why, they were probably quite apparent. A member of the brotherhood, kidnapping a woman, with no reason? Magneto couldn't stand for it.

Just by looking at this situation, Erik understood pretty well what this brotherhood was about. Simply let everyone be free, and kill people. Bunch of amateurs. They should be like the older Brotherhood. A more refined group of mutants, led by an actual experienced mutant. Pathetic...

Magneto arrived as soon as the metal bar hit the floor. Gazing down, he saw that Neal person lead Harper into the middle of a bunch of buildings, and soon they both disappeared from sight.

Hurling the bar after them with a hurl of his hand, Erik touched the floor with the tip of his boots. The bar hit the floor, and Neal and Harper were nowhere to be seen. Erik sighed heavily, but of course, he didn't give up. He had returned to help the mutant populace not be looked down upon, and to protect mutants from those idiots who simply wanted to conquer the world and cause chaos.

With a flick of his hand, a bunch of rubble hovered over him, and he walked around the set of houses for quite some time. That was, until he saw a disturbance involving light. Even though he was outside of the house, Erik was able to see something going on in the inside of that same house. With a small move of his hand, a piece of rubble burst in through a wall, as he picked up a light-bulb with a wave of his hand. A cable that came out of the wall sparked, and Erik placed the light-bulb right next to the cable, as the electricity sparked. The light-bulb light, and Magneto could see clearly what was going on.

"I propose you leave while you can little one, before this maniac does something to you," Erik said quickly, placing pieces of rubble in between Harper and Neal. If she was smart, she'd take the chance and run. Magneto could handle Neal.

OOC: Harper has given me permission to enter this thread

Just as Harper was moving away, a loud crash made her duck for cover as the wall near her broke apart thanks to what Harper could see as a mass of rubble crashing through it. Her sliver eyes then focused on a new figure, a tall man, as he entered where they were. She watched as a wire moved to him on it's own as well as a light bulb. Was he like them, too? A soft glow emanated from the bulb as the electricity from the wire arched, allowing it to light. The silver eye-shine from her vision was replaced by the usual blue as the glow filled some of the space.

When the man spoke to her as he built up a barrier between her captor and herself, Harper thought about retorting back, but that could come later. She moved quickly to the man and paused. Harper tipped her head as a thanks and hopped out the hole in the wall the man had created. She ran as soon as her feet his the ground, but then slid to a stop. Turning back to face the building, she waited. If she was able to help, she was going to. Plus, she didn't know how to get back home...

Neal just didn't know what happen, the room plunged into complete darkness and something hit him in the face.

Under the light of the moon, he looked around the room, glaring at everything in it, she was gone. Harper Beckett was FUCKING GONE. The room was empty, there was no sign of a struggle of her leaving. Nothing, she was just gone. His anger was rising. He could feel it in his throat, growing into a bigger lump as he stood there, looking around the room.

Neal looked around the room, his eyes scanning over everything he owned. Hang on! There's a hole. Who the heck did this?! It didn't matter, he couldn't risk it, he should find where Harper was. He was certain she was still there somewhere in District X. No one should ever found this out. Neal stood up, turned around his eyes scanning the room, grabbed his favorite knife off the table in there before leaving the room and going into the next one.

Then he saw someone festooned with a helmet, a thick rope with a cape. Recognizing who it was would be very difficult under moonlight. Probably X-Men sent a superhero boob to rescue the model. But how did they know? Neal wheeled around and kicked as hard as he could into the man, hoping to land it squarely on the man's head, bowling the stranger over and dropping him.

OOC: But it's more appropriate if you ask my permission also as I'm the one who created the thread.

Magnus couldn't help but grin at the antics of the child. Kick him? Was that what the boy had in mind? Kick someone that could tear that little skinny body apart? Oh how the Brotherhood had changed. Still, Neal was certainly getting more frustrated. And everyone acts more rashly when they're frustrated. Still, the only ones who seemingly acted without thinking in the old days were Sabretooth and Toad, but Toad was a freak, and Victor was a beast.

Erik waved his hand, and the rubble that was still hovering in the air came to him, and stood in front of him. With a push, all the rubble and more metal that came together were thrown at the boy at an incredible speed. And while that same rubble traveled to Neal, Magneto was already summoning old cars that hovered behind him. Neal should do the right thing, and forget who Harper was, before Magneto decided to really hurt him!

Neal turned his fury on the man who mysteriously appeared in the house. He didn't seem to run out of bullets. He always came prepared. Neal's attack always marked the failure of any offensive or defensive actions against him, it was always a defeat for the opponent.

He did startle as the rubbles, metals and cars came rushing towards him. He blinked once, and took it for it was, his eyes flicking to the trashes for a moment, before focusing on the mysterious man. If he was the one behind these sort of psychokinetic powers, well that meant he had to be a mutant. The man was someone like him. Neal summoned a tremendous wind that threw the cars like tumbleweed. And the metals were just like matchsticks flung in the field. The wind was strong enough to knock off the man's feet.

Neal went closer to him. His eyes widened as he realized and recognized who he was. However, his mind quickly reversed in thought. How can you prove that he was really him? Mutants could be deceiving and manipulative. Neal looked towards the badly mangled vehicles in thought.

"Magneto?" Neal said with a slight bow.

The wind blew strongly, but Magneto simply held a magnetic field in position, as metal all around protected him from the windy offense. Once the wind was gone, and Magneto heard Ackerman whisper his name, he lowered the metal he had summoned once more, throwing it out of the house. So the boy had finally understood whom he was dealing with after all.

Magnus hovered down to the ground, and stood tall, as Neal bowed. With a frown, Magneto snarled, "Took you a while to recognize me." This was a member of the brotherhood? Someone who took so long to recognize their first, and true leader? Pitiful. Truly pitiful. Magneto shouldn't have left, that way, the Brotherhood wouldn't have crumbled into what it was now.

"You're Neal Ackerman huh? Member of the Brotherhood? No need to ask how I know child, since, I am Magneto...I do not need to explain how even now, I still know who is a part of the brotherhood that is rightfully mine," he said with a chuckle.