Twisted Hope (Sinister)

[Mr. Sinister]

“Yes my dear boy.” He the pale man nodded and slowly stepped back to give Warren some room to move and to also further judge what his new slave would do now that his mind was reordered in a way that pleased him. “Sit up… stand… stretch your wings and feel the gifts I have given you.” If the young mutant decided to attack he would instantly know the folly of his ways, Sinister had made sure of that with the special programming inside Warrens neurological make up, the pleasure he now felt would immediately become the worst pain ever imaginable. “Whom do you sever my Fallen Angel?” His lips curled into a sadistic smirk as he slowly turned his back on Warren and activated another of his computer consoles which at the same time seemed to bring the whole dark libratory to life. “You are my prize, only one other of my creations surpasses you and yet you will be at the head of my new Marauders. You are no longer the benevolent guardian Angel; you have fallen as once did Lucifer from on high. ‘Better to Reign in Hell than Serve in Heaven’ no?” He laughed darkly and turned to look into other tubes, at figures shrouded in darkness though with similar tubes and circuits as those which had till recently been attached to Warren. “Yes coming along nicely.” He nodded with an analytical expression or pleasure on his face before he turned back to the man once known as Angel.

“You know you are quite lucky Mr. Worthington. This could have happened to you years ago. In fact in other realities it did.” Minister’s eyes suddenly glowed even redder as he again laughed knowingly as if all the secrets of the universe were at his finger tips. “But that is neither here nor there. What matters in this world is that for some time you escaped this fate, or more precisely a similar one. You have not been fully transformed as the other Worthington’s had been, though that yet may be in the cards…” Sinister became very dark for a moment as if the very shadows in the room seemed to envelop him then retracted as he went on. “For now this form will do. Tell my Mr. Worthington, what would you like to do first? Of course we should test your new state, how would you like to go about that? Please feel free to tell your new father your desires; I am not completely without indulgence.” Saying this he motioned for Warren to follow him as a he approached a wall. As if by magic though more truly from genetic science a door seemed to appear in the wall, organic/technologically hybrid in nature as much of the Mr.Sinister’s equipment was and opened with the retraction of tentacle like obstructers. Beyond this lab was a long hall circular in nature with smooth metallic walls though obviously hiding doors such as the one they passed. Over head the hall was lit by organic fixtures which grew out of the very ceiling and gave off an eerie but sufficiently bright green glow. It was clear from the size of the hall that this secret complex underneath the Free Clinic was massive in size. Slowly as he waited for Warren to speak his wishes he walked down the wall the metallic click of his foot falls echoing through the hall at a timed pace and then stopped as another of the ugly techno/organic doors appeared and opened for them to enter another wing of the complex where many screens were alight with images from across the earth and even in places beyond.

[Warren Worthington]

“Yes my dear boy.”

The young mutant had been through a lot these past hours or was it days? He didn't know. And beyond the curiosity he felt it didn't truly matter to him. Not anymore. He had been given a new purpose now. A new sense of duty. His lifted his face, his eyes toward the pale lipped man and his red eyes. Before there may have been distrust or even fear upon his handsome visage when seeing the demon known to the X-Men as Mister Sinister. However now, there was only the sense of duty. The forming idea that he was now, as he always should have been.

“Sit up… stand… stretch your wings and feel the gifts I have given you.”

He did not question the tone, the sense of ownership within the other man's, the Doctor's, voice. For Warren Worthington, though his mind was still sifting information as it settled into it's proper place, he would broke no argument. He was conscious or beginning to become so, as he did sit up, of his increased strength and musculature. The muscles in his abdomen seemed to bunch in and upon themselves as he curled upward and then slid his thickly muscled legs over the side of the lab table he'd been lying upon. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to even the dim light even as he flexed his hands, bent his arms and saw the muscles contract and expand beneath his skin, "Strong." He knew he had not always been as he was now, but at the same time he knew this was right, this was who he was now.

Something within his mind was triggered by a vague memory, one of a life that was no longer his own. He did not attack his new owner, no, but there was enough within that memory that was inappropriate now to trigger a pain even greater than that which had recently transformed him. He was an X-Man no longer, the pain reminded him of that. Clutching at his head as he sat there, the memory was already fading beyond his own recognition and another more suitable one seeping into his consciousness to replace it, but the lesson was learned by the newly reborn slave. Life would be different now.

“Whom do you sever my Fallen Angel?”

"You. Master." Worthington answered flatly, the words sinking in and solidifying his new role as much as a shackled chain would have around his neck. He rubbed his temples and reopened his sharply focused eyes as the pain began to subside. He could see the tiny speck of dust at rest within the far corner of the lab. That pleased him, the clarity with which he could see now. His mind was like that too. All of his life he had lived with questions, with doubts of his place in the world. Now there was a clear sense of who and what he was.

“You are my prize, only one other of my creations surpasses you and yet you will be at the head of my new Marauders. You are no longer the benevolent guardian Angel; you have fallen as once did Lucifer from on high. ‘Better to Reign in Hell than Serve in Heaven’ no?”

"Of course." Worthington admitted with his own dark grin. He stood, his mind already settling down with each passing moment. He flexed his wings and was tempted to send one improved wing crashing through a wall, or some of the equipment. He held back though, respecting where he was too much to risk disfavor. Besides, there were better targets, better places to focus his rage. Sinister was right. He had learned to harness his emotions, to use them to their greatest strengths, to use his entire being for a higher cause.

“For now this form will do. Tell my Mr. Worthington, what would you like to do first? Of course we should test your new state, how would you like to go about that? Please feel free to tell your new father your desires; I am not completely without indulgence.”

The Fallen Angel had not cared that he'd been spared this fate for some time. All that mattered was that he was here now, able to fulfill his true purpose finally. Whatever was to become of him, it was all beyond his desire to control or challenge now. He would accept his Master's wisdom as he always had. He grinned, lips pulling tightly into an expression so unlike any of his previous smiles. He was a changed man, a force of will, Sinister's creation. He said, as he followed his creator out of the lab, "I will stop anyone who gets in your way. Your wisdom far outweighs my own, but if given the choice, I'd enjoy putting down the X-Men once and for all. They've been a thorn in our sides for far too long."

[Mr. Sinister]

Mr. Sinister’s lips curled in a dark smirk as he listened to his latest creations wish to destroy his former comrades. Thus far it seemed the mind of Warren Worthington III was perfectly altered, supplanted with a new set of morals that fit far better with Mr. Sinisters own agenda.

This angel had fallen from grace.

“Ah so like Lucifer to turn on heavens own. Yet Lucifer was not alone you know? A host of other angels followed him in rebellion against his creator. My faith in your new abilities is great my Dark Angel but I fear that they would prove insufficient against the X-Men on mass.” He slowly moved from the holographic screens which displayed to them both the layout of the Xavier Institute in startling detail. “As you can see any assault on this stronghold of the light would be futile.” The images flickered and shifted to schematic view which outlaid many, though not all, of the institute’s defenses including sensors, hidden cameras and a multitude of traps ranging from near benign to exceptionally lethal. “No I think our first order of business is to gather to us those of like minds, those who would be my new Marauders. Your little incident… your battle with SHIELD will no doubt become a matter of public knowledge soon enough and thus will your resources be locked out of your control till you are brought to justice. Before this happens you must access these computers and transfer as much money into off shore accounts as possible.” He motioned to a wall which looked organic in nature and which also shifted and moved with life until a more technological computer consol and screen were formed. “With your funds fueling our endeavors many more doors will open up to us.”

He chuckled darkly then moved to another wall, pressed several places and watched as it too slithered to life and formed another compartment door which immediately opened. “Here is your new uniform… don it with pride.” Moving to the side to reveal a black armor like uniform complete with bladed gauntlets and a face covering mask he motioned for Warren to come forward. “This is a technologically advanced piece of equipment which if utilized properly will give you the advantage in almost any situation you may encounter. You will discover its many functions on your own. When you are comfortable with your new self… when you are ready we will then look for those whom you will command under me… all these tasks I set before you. Do you feel up to the challenge my son?” In truth all but the last task was purely childs play. With the use of his powerful computer systems the assets he wished to plunder from Warren would be his within seconds and though he really didn’t need the money or resources it was as good a test of his loyalty as any. Handing over ones empire was indeed a great feet in and of itself. The armor was also something Warren would adapt to easily. Sinister had constructed the suit especially for Worthington and its systems were modeled closely too many of the training simulations he had already experienced within the artificial reality which had so perfectly warped the young man’s mind. Thus the Dark Angel would take to it like a fish to water or more precisely a bird to the air. The last task however would be the hardest… there were many good possibilities out there for a new breed of Marauders. He wanted fresh faces, fresh killer instincts, and fresh powers at his disposal. He could not choose the team alone; though Mr. Sinister would be first and foremost leader and supreme commander of these new killers it would be Warren who would lead them into battle. Thus he would have a say in whom he would command and kill beside in the name of Mr. Sinister.

[Warren Worthington]

“Ah so like Lucifer to turn on heavens own. Yet Lucifer was not alone you know? A host of other angels followed him in rebellion against his creator. My faith in your new abilities is great my Dark Angel but I fear that they would prove insufficient against the X-Men on mass.”

"But the X-Men are gone, Master." Warren said as he looked upon what had once been his home with new eyes, with a new perspective. One dictated to him by the wise scientist who he would now work for. He lifted his hand, pointing to a series of the very armaments that represented the greatest challenge to an intruder at the mansion. He spoke again, "When you are ready to attack, this and this can be easily disposed of. There is a remote console within the secondary War Room established at Angel's Aerie in Colorado. I doubt Magneto is aware of it. From there, you may access the Mansion's internal systems. Doing so, would enable us to simply walk in." He smiled, a bleak grin as something within his eyes flashed with pain before the emotion was gone and he simply looked on and continued, "Unless of course you'd rather just bomb them." He grinned again, almost a laugh erupted from him, as if he wasn't sure if he should or not. This was all still very new, this new thinking. The fallen Angel listened as Sinister spoke, nodding at the mention of S.H.I.E.L.D. He moved to the console indicated and sat in the chair before it. A keyboard rose up to meet his hand. His fingers hovered over the keys, a moment of hesitation.

“With your funds fueling our endeavors many more doors will open up to us.”

He swallowed, nodded in agreement and began typing in the series of passwords that opened up several of his largest accounts. Across the screens in front of him one by one the screens began to indicate the steady and increasingly fast transfer of funds out of Worthington's accounts. By the time he his fingers slowed nearly seventeen billion dollars had been moved. The government had begun to catch on by the end of the process, managing to divide him from three million dollars of his funds. The former X-Man was angry about that. He wasn't sure how his Master would view it all. Warren almost reached for the keys again, one account remained. Located in Switzerland, it was a private, secure account, a sort of nest egg and a portion of his remaining inheritance from his mother following her death. He'd never touched the money, nearly sixteen million dollars. Worthington hadn't thought of it at first. And now he wasn't sure that he wanted to. He didn't understand where those thoughts came from, but he said nothing. He simply bowed his head forward in supplication to the reflection of Mister Sinister in the screen before him and said, "It is done." Looking up, he allowed the anger he felt toward the government in keeping even that small portion of his monies from him, "I will enact my revenge for their theft, a drop of blood for every penny they have taken from us."

“Here is your new uniform… don it with pride.”

Warren smiled, amazed by the wonderful gift he was being bestowed with, "Thank you, I will." He began to dress. His thicker, stronger legs slipping into the sleek leather like uniform, followed by the rest of his improved upon form. The uniform was new, his mind and body were renewed. And now they would have the funds they needed for their endeavors. The blades of the gauntlet shot out with a speed that would make them invisible to the naked eye. And then retracted. This new Warren seemed to enjoy them. Soon enough he was fully clothed and turning to his father, "I will make you proud, father. Soon, we will make our move. The X-Men, the protectors of the light....they will not know what hit them." He reached for the mask and lowered it down over his face. He would be largely unrecognizable now where it not for the familiarity of his majestic wings. Looking up at Sinister, he said, "And they will die at your command."