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And there he goes... Thought Mystique as John rushed out of the room. I wonder if he even has an idea of who he's addressing. Maybe I should teach him a small lesson later on how to talk to a la...

But before she could finish this thought, Erik interjected, speaking about an imaginary cure for the human race. Slowly, she morphed into an exact copy of the man who had given the press conference regarding the "cure" for the mutant X gene.

"It couldn't be too hard to get their attention," she said in a voice completely unlike her own. "I'm sure there are plenty who see this the way we do."

((Uhm... Hopefully not for good..))

((Sorry I wasn't here the past er... week, xd
T'was busy-ness.))

Callisto looked at the open covert in the middle of the street. The smell was putrid, and replusive to anyone walking by, but not for Callisto. She took a long hard breath of the stank air, filling her nasal cavaties with a aroma filled with rats, mold, and sewage.

"It's good to be home." She said to herself as she climbed down the ladder into the city sewers. The covert lid made a echoed clank as it was set into place. Callisto hunched over so she could enter the dark sewer before her, she could feel the cold rotting sewage water seeping through her leather boots.

She continued her passage through the sewers tunnels of New York, climbing down cold-hard metal, crawling on cold-hard metal, walking on cold-hard metal. Metal was surrounding her in every direction she turned, it didn't bother her, and it certainly didn't bother her that ten feet above there was a three feet layer of concrete and pavement.

Callisto entered a room that she knew all too well, a ripped-up feather bed, a floral couch that had stains blended with the daisies and tulips on the pattern, and a steel barrel burning thrown away newspapers, lumber, toys, anything and everything. She was now in the Morlock's lair.

On the couch sat a asian girl with bright purple hair, Callisto jumped and landed beside her. On her lap contained a plate with potatoes and what looked to be like chicken with gravy. It would look like a digusting meal suited for wild dogs or raccoons, or something dumped from a factory waste disposal, but for the Morlocks this was heaven.

"Someone came for you Cali" the girl said as she cut her chicked and pushed it into her mouth, savouring every last tastebud's enjoyment of feeling this meal.

"Who?"
"Didn't say, she said that is washighly important. I sent her to your quarters."

"Okay, save me some when I get back. K, Betsy?"

Callisto walked to the steel plated door, and opened it. In front of her stood a enternal blackness of concrete and metal. She knew at the end of it was her bed. She walked slowly, waiting for her reflexes to kick in or for something to make a sound. Nothing.

"Hello, Callisto. I have been waiting" Said a voice from within the darkness.

"What do you want?"
"I want you to help us for our cause, however I cannot tell you what the cause is until you agree to help us,"

"What's in it for me?"
"Well we understand that you have a bitter hatred for Ororo Munroe of the X-men, commonly called Storm. We will help you regain your title from the weather witch and you will once again be the leader of the morlocks"

"And what if I choose not to help you?"
"We will kill you, So I hope that you will aid us because killing you will be a useless waste."
"Fine, I agree"
"Glad you could join us".

The figure outstretched her hand and shook Callisto's by surprise, the hands were scaling but reassuring. She looked down and saw when the figure entered the candlelight that this woman had the most unique skin pigment ever, and deep hue of indigo.

"Hello, my name is Mystique. Glad to make your aquaintence."