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"Hey Little Sister" -- the story 2/4
By Dex (dex@globalserve.net)

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***

        "Honestly, Emma, I don't know how you do it," Drake
mused as he started on his meal.  The cafe was packed, one of
the exclusive spots in Manhattan, yet a few words from Emma
and a table was cleared for them.  It was one of the things
Bobby was having problems dealing with.
        "Money, Robert.  Lots and lots of money."
        "Please Emma, no false modesty..." joked Bobby.
        "The way of the world, Robert.  I just know the game
better than most.  Did I ever tell you how I made my first million?"
        "No."  Bobby leaned closer, interested in hearing Emma
talk about her past.
        "I was seventeen years old, and it was my birthday.  I had
gotten a polite card from my father and his new wife telling me
that I had a sister.  Furious at them, I had stalked into the most
expensive restaurant in the city and ordered a huge meal.
While I sat there, stewing in grief and using my telepathic
powers to keep from being kicked out, I picked up a thought
from a man at a far table about ChemCore Industries making a
big discovery.  He seemed very agitated about it, and excited.
I ran down to the Exchange to switch my portfolio over to buy
a huge chunk of stock, everything I had."  Emma stopped to
sip her wine, her eyes clouded over as she relived the past.
        "Anyway, while I sat there gloating at my good fortune, I
saw one of the ChemCore executives come into the Exchange.
I tuned into his thoughts and discovered that the big discovery
was that an executive had embezzled nearly fifty million dollars
from the company and that they were filing for bankruptcy
protection.  I was desperate, because when he made his speech,
my investments would be completely useless.  Without a
chance to glean any telepathic insider information, I had to rely
on my own business instincts.  I made a lightning shift of
stocks minutes before ChemCore dropped the bomb on the
Exchange.  The Company I had switched heavily over to
immediately opted a huge buyout of ChemCore assets and
tripled its value in less then ten minutes.  I was a millionaire,
and even better, I had become one by my own perceptions and
intelligence."  Emma smiled, enjoying the relaxing storytelling.
        "Then why was that guy at the restaurant all excited?"
        "I found out later that he was a raider working for the
company that bought out ChemCore.  This was his big break."
        Bobby laughed with her at that.  "So, Frost Enterprises
came about because..."
        "...I have more than telepathic powers in my head, yes."
Emma smiled.  She sipped the Merlot, savoring the mellow
flavour and the relaxed atmosphere.  Bobby grinned at her and
polished off the last of his meal.
        *Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep!*
        Emma checked her beeper, killing the irritating sound.
        "What is it?" said Bobby.
        "Oh, Sean wants me to drop off the Hellions' files right
away.  Curious that he needs them so urgently."
        "Where are the files?"
        "I was going to get them from the office after lunch."
        "Tell you what.  Grab the files and I'll drive them over to
Sean.  I told Storm I'd pick up some furniture from the school
anyways.  You go on with your day and I'll see you this
evening," Bobby said, picking up his jacket.
        "Are you sure?"
        "Sure.  Hey, it's your day off."
        Emma laughed.  "Very well, Robert," she said, tossing
money down to cover the bill and leaving the restaurant with
him.  "If you are sure that you can handle walking into a house
with those children and minimal supervision."
        "Hey, how bad can it possibly be?"

***

        "Sean, is it?  I know the answer already, but one must
attempt to maintain a veneer of politeness in conversation,
don't you think?"  Cordelia smiled brightly at the inverted and
suspended teacher.  Cassidy struggled against the telekinetic
hold, trying in vain to break it.  From the corner of his eye he
could see Jono slumped bonelessly against a tree, a metal
headpiece covering his eyes.  Waves of psionic energy rippled
out from his inert form, coalescing into crackling streamers of
energy which danced around Cordelia Frost.
        "Ye damn mindwitch.  When ah get...urkle."  Sean was
cut off by the telekinetic pressure on his throat.
        "Now, now.  This is not the way civilized people, or
Irishmen for that matter, behave.  I really must punish you for
that.  Hmm...what would serve to hurt you the worst?  Pain
and torture is pointless on one as stubborn as you.  But a
different solution, mayhaps?"  Cordelia walked over to where
Paige hung helpless in the air.  "Perhaps you could be best
broken by hurting others.  I could make you take this pretty
young morsel by force.  Imagine the pain and horror in not
only your eyes but all of your valued friends?  The question of,
'did he really fight hard enough against the telepath?'"
        Cordelia idly stroked Paige's cheek, fingers chilling her to
the bone.  "I mean, she is a pretty girl, in a scrubbed, innocent
sort of way.  Imagine being her first time?  Forcing your way
between her thighs and stealing something from her that you
can never give back?"  Cordelia smiled as she unsealed the
front of Paige's uniform, exposing most of her front to view.
She traced idle patterns along the tops of Paige's breasts.  "And
now Sean, imagine that you want it so bad that you would not
stop at once, twice or even a dozen times?  Excited now?"
        "Oh gross, with a capital -oss!!!  Like, I thought Frosty
was bad, but now we get her, is it possible, more perverted lesbo
sister!  And here I was assuming that this only happened on pay-
for-view!" Jubilee said, contempt ringing clear in her voice.
        "Jubilation, are you mocking me."
        "Naw, you're not worth the effort."  Paige watched her
friend hurl insults, wide-eyed.  She could tell by the desperate
look in her eyes that she was trying to divert attention away
from the rest of them.
        "You really think that Wolverine is coming to save you?"
        "Stay outta my head, you discharge!"
        "Oh no.  I think I will enjoy seeing what you fear most,
Jubilation.  I will enjoy it very much."

***

        Emma ran her finger along the spines of the books,
tracing the names of the authors.  A collection of Byron, a
copy of 'The Prince,' an untried work on Quantum Mechanics,
and, secretly at the bottom of her stack, a paperback mystery
novel.  She dropped the packet at the front, luxuriating in the
atmosphere of the used book shop.  The undescribable smell of
thousands of books stacked in careless piles in the odd and
strangely-positioned bookshelves.  Emma gave the cashier the
money, eyes roving the shelves behind the counter, seeking out
anything to catch her fancy.  With a smile she accepted the
proffered bag and left, striding out into the city streets.
        "I wonder how Sean is doing with the kids," she muttered
to herself as she caught a cab to the Frost Enterprises building.
"I'm sure he must be going out of his mind."

***

        "Leave her alone!" screamed Banshee, trying to activate
his sonic scream.  In front of him Jubilee twisted and writhed,
screams of pure horror emanating from her.  Her fingernails
tore bloody furrows down her face and arms as she struggled
with her own mind.  The sounds of pain echoed in the Grotto,
rebounding back and forth in a dreadful cacophony of tortured
humanity.  Cordelia stood beside the contorting form, her eyes
closed and a smile on her lips as she drove Jubilee's horror to
new heights.
        "So much pain...so much...um, so...Oh god."  The look
of pure ecstasy washed over her face, her body shuddering
with the force of the mental stimulation.  The raw cries of
Jubilee died out slowly, replaced with deep, wracking sobs.
Cordelia petted the prone form.  "You know, I have never
felt feedback like that from anyone.  I think we will have to
have another session very soon.  Won't that be nice?" she
said, smiling at Jubilee.
        "I will kill ye when I get free.  Know that, woman!"
        "Yes, but dear Sean, when will that be?  I believe we were
speaking about you and Paige before I was interrupted.  Now,
I think I will...wait.  Even better."  Cordelia cocked her head to
one side, as if straining to hear a sound.  She turned and left
the Grotto, not sparing a glance to her captives.  Banshee
waited for the door to close before saying anything.
        "Monet, Everett, Angelo!  Can any o' ye move?  Use your
powers or such?"  The youths struggled but finally had to
admit their helplessness.  "Damn.  Jubilee, lass?"  Banshee
pitched his voice softly, hoping not to startle her.  She lay
completely unresponsive to him.  Banshee shut his eyes and
tried to find a way to access his powers, for all their sakes.

***

        "Um, hi?  Is Sean around?" Bobby asked to the unknown
young woman in front of him.
        "Yes, he's in the Grotto with the students.  They were
having a meeting of some sort."
        "Oh, uh, okay.  I'll just drop these files off in his office."
Bobby nodded to the girl and moved to get past her but she
positioned herself in front of him.
        "I can take you to him.  I doubt it will be a problem,"
Cordelia said, a shy smile on her lips.
        "Great."  Bobby followed the girl.  There was something
very strange about her that he just couldn't put his finger on.
Something...familiar about her.  He walked along the halls to
the Grotto with her in front.  Out of the corner of his eye he
caught an image in the monitors through the glass windows of
the control room.  Sean, upside down and looking like he was
having his soul torn out.  Drake's eyes widened and he turned
to the girl in front of him.
        "I think he looks better that way," Cordelia said as she
lashed out with her powers.  Drake staggered back under the
sheer power of the wave of psychic force.  However, his time
dating Emma had taught him some of the more advanced
mental defenses -- to the surprise of them both, he held up
under the first assault.  Water molecules coalesced around his
form, creating the icy shell which he was so familiar with.
With a thought he hit Cordelia with a wave of icy water, using
the distraction to punch a spike of ice through the glass of the
window, slamming the end into the emergency alarm.
        "That wasn't very nice," snarled Cordelia as she
obliterated Drake's psychic defenses with a barrage of mental
energy.  Bobby winced has he felt the power fill the neurons
and psynapses of his mind.  Years of mental shields buckled
and disappeared in the force of her attack.
        "You're mine now, Mr. Drake."
        "Oh boy, I've just completed the collection of a teen
psychopath.  Just how I wanted to end my day," Bobby
smirked, trying to mask his terror.
        "Ah yes, you are the jester of the X-Men -- I had
forgotten.  I will enjoy making the senior team into my mind
slaves," Cordelia said.
        "Yeah, right.  Sorry, but Jean and Betsy will paddle your
rear and send you crying home."
        "The Asian hussy and the soppy red-head?  I think not."
Cordelia smiled contemptuously.
        "Yeah, and I'm sure you've had to handle the Phoenix
Force on occasion?  Lady, I've had meals that were scarier then
you.  Go impress the yokels, would you?" Bobby said.
Cordelia's eyes narrowed and Bobby fell to the ground, pain
coursing through his body.
        "Mock me, will you?  I could drive you mad with pain, so
intense that you would beg like a dog for death.  And I...you
and Emma!"  Cordelia looked shocked as she plucked the piece
of information from his mind.  "This is better than I could have
imagined.  Come with me, Mister Drake.  We must prepare for
the arrival of my sister."

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TO BE CONTINUED IN PART #3