X-Men: The Fox and The Wolf

Chapter Nine: Mutant Brotherly Love

Real power threatens you to be responsible. If you're not, you could hurt someone you know, someone you don't know, or yourself.

(Katrina's POV)

   After getting back on the jet, I took off and blasted us into the morning sky with a rising sun. Hope had just awakened when we were climbing up the ramp and scolded me this whole time. I really don't care though. I did what I did to make sure she wouldn't be injured or put in danger anymore and personally, New Orleans has had enough of those tonight.

   After putting the plane in auto pilot, I turned around to Sebastien, who was tied to the chair with a rag around his mouth to keep him from talking. The whole walk back and upon entering the jet, he wouldn't shut up so I had to take matters into my own hand. Needless to say, he didn't enjoy being put in his position of being tied up again.

   "So, you're the badass sorcerer who made the deadliest sword in history and is hated by every single witch community there is...? I'm not impressed," I said. Sebastien just shrugged and did a soft little hum while tapping his shoes on the ground.

   This person was like a man-child. The kind you would see eating jelly with his fingers because he was too lazy to get a spoon and eat it like that. I heard stories about Sebastien. He was Sinister's herald. A powerful witch who could counter attack any spell, make any incantation with perfection and was a threat to all witches.

   This wasn't him.

   "How are you alive? We figured Amariana would've killed you during her escape," Hope said, standing in front of him. "If you don't mind?" She said, gesturing to the rag around his mouth. He was staring right at her with marble eyes and nodded.

   Removing the rag, he smiled at her and sighed. "First off, let me just start by saying you are so magnificent to look at. Quite the actual beauty."

   "Answer the question, hermit," I said, sitting down in the captain's chair and sighing.

   Sebastien just shrugged. "Can't really answer that, seeming as to how I'm not the one who left me alive. She did."

   "Ohhhkay, what about New Orleans? Why did you flee there?" Hope asked, crossing her arms.

   "Simple. Amariana would've had a difficult time trying to track anyone in that city. With so much mystical energy there, her sword would piratically hemorrhage on the magic there and in doing so, we would all be. . . somewhat safe," He said.

   "So you used the witches in the city as a shield. . . Understandable," I said looking to the side.

   "Never liked them as tools anyways," He said grinning. "You know, the Laveau Tribe really started to bug me out. I mean seriously, they didn't have any hobbies! You'd think they'd dance or sing or read a damn book! Nope, they'd rather lurk in the shadows and listen to me recite the whole 50 shades trilogy."

   "You're joking," Hope said with a soft grin on her face. Sebastien slowly shook his head and Hope looked surprised. "Wow."

   "Will we be able to bring Osiris back? Cause I really don't want to have Voodoo practitioners after my life for the next eighty years," I said.

   Sebastien puckered his lips in a thinking face. "Ehhhhh. . . possibly. The sword was made to ressurect anyone Amariana killed but. . . It's a bold move."

   "Why do you say that?" Hope asked.

   "I mean, think about it. Osiris was known as the Prince of Chaos Voodoo, He was very powerful. And with his. . . bestfriend. . . brother. . . lover. . . whoever he was, Law by his side, it was all good for his tribe and bad with his enemies."