Disclaimer: We don't own X-Men: Evolution or anything related to it except our OCs Mayhem and Slayer, everything else belongs to Marvel.

This fic takes place about one year after the series finally and is written by me (Agent-G) and Slickboy444.

WARNING: This is my first attempt at an R rated fic and it will get a bit dark at times. Some scenes may be graphic and/or too violent and sexual in nature for certain people so if your easily offended don't read this fic and then complain, you were warned.

HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE

CHAPTER 1: WELCOME TO THE CLUB

-New York City, Night-

In the prestigious manor in near the heart of the business district of New York City stands the Hellfire Club. To the public it is a club for the social elite whose members include a wide variety of people from men of economic empires to politicians of various countries and status. It is a worldwide group that has offices in places such as London, where it was formed, and all the way to Hong Kong.

To the world it is a social organization that all who consider themselves high class aspire to join. But that is just a mask to cover the truth. The founding members of the organization, who called themselves the Council of the Chosen and later the Inner Circle, created it to be a place where they could gather power and influence on the world. With the high entry fee and membership cost of maintaining the public face of the club and by substantial endowments, they have amassed a very sizable fortune to use for their goals.

They also employ those with unique talents and abilities from humans, super humans, mutants, cyborgs, to anything or anyone else they can get their hands on. They also have mercenary forces at their beck and call. In the New York household, which was a truly lavish palace of modern times, was the Inner Circle of the American Branch.

In one room, which was filled with lavish and ornate furniture that looked like it belonged in a palace, there sat several individuals. The men all wore 18th century clothing and had their appearances in the style of the time with hair and facial hair trimmed in a similar fashion. In contrast, the two women in the room both wore black lingerie of panties, long stiletto boots, and with a black leather bustier.

One man stood in front of a window with a flute Champaign glass half filled with an excellent vintage of white wine. He was a man with an obvious well built body in a dark blue coat with a white shirt. His hair, like all the men, was tied back and his dark eyes stared into the night city. He was Sebatian Shaw, also known as the Black King, and he was the leader of the Inner Circle.

"I believe it is time to improve our ranks ladies and gentlemen. There are a few mutants that would be worthy members if 'motivated' to join with us. In fact, my aide Tessa already has the files on the first three candidates."

Tessa was mutant woman with a computer like mind. She had the power of telepathy and the ability to alter mutant fields in order to bring out 'hidden' powers. She had her dark hair in a bun and pale skin. She stepped forward and stood before a long wooden desk that was a few centuries old and polished to perfection. She placed three files on the desk and the eager members quickly looked through the range of new information that their Black King hoped to use to further their power.

"A little on the young side don't you think?" said Harry Leland, a large man with reddish hair and a moustache in nearly all black clothing with a cover bun. He was the Black Rook and a mutant with the ability to Geometrically increase the mass of any object in his vicinity, weighing it down with enormous gravitational pressure.

"We have to get them when they're young and impressionable. The boy and the girl are both over eighteen and the other girl is nineteen. If we wait any longer it might be too hard to 'train' them." Shaw said to him still looking out the window and sipped some more of his drink.

"These two are from that bald headed fool Xavier aren't they?" asked a woman with long free black hair, Roman features, and an elegance that hid her dark and cruel nature. She was Selene, the Black Queen...A mutant that could steal the life essence of others to prolong her life as she had done through the centuries. She was also a sorceress of the dark arts and had other abilities as well. She was the cruel iron hand of the group who loved power and pain...Mainly when it was her power and the pain and death that she inflicted on others. She had no morals and no conscience whatsoever.

"Yes they both have much potential." Shaw told her. "Read the summary of their powers and you'll see what I mean."

"What about this Canadian guy?" Donald Pierce, the White King asked. He was a tall blond man dressed in pure white clothing and although he was not a mutant himself, he was outfitted with the latest in cybenetics that some were laced with unbreakable adamantium. That had cost him a large fortune to say the least, but it was worth it. "What's his mutant ability? And why is there so little information on him?"

"Tessa." Shaw simply commanded.

"The subject in question was an orphan who was never adopted and still lives at the orphanage helping out the Priest there. Little information is known about where he comes from and there is no medical information on him." She simply said in a cold and neutral manner.

"Then how do we even know he is a mutant?" Pierce demanded.

"Simple. There was an incident that forced him to expose himself as a mutant. A local store was being robbed and apparently a few of his friends were inside. Unfortunately, things quickly became explosive. The three offenders were sent to the hospital and he was taken into 'protective' custody for twenty-four hours. A few samples were obtained by certain members under Hellfire payroll to look for new talent. One such talent scout managed to get skin and hair samples. We ran the DNA and found it had been...altered."

"That's why I want that one." Shaw said turning around and putting down the now empty glass on the desk. "I want to know how and why he's different and to see what he is capable of. The only other person with that kind of DNA is Juggernaut and we don't know where in the world he is."

"Yes it's surprising how a nine foot tall man in armor can disappear." Jason Wyngarde the White Bishop muttered to himself. He was a very handsome man with brown, slightly curled hair and a moustache. He was a mutant of deception with the ability to make illusions and false memories in others in order to make them remember or see things differently then what they really are.

Shaw ignored Jason's comment and went on. "Once we get these three and break their spirits, we will remake them in our image. We will have the beginnings of the next generation of the Inner Circle...Quite possibly the strongest group in the history of our illustrious organization." He walked in front of them all with his head held high like an Emperor with his demeanor and his shoulders straight and his hands behind his back. "And they will be the first of many."

"Yes well, we still haven't 'broken' our first attempt." Selene said throwing the file back on the desk and sitting down on an ornate couch. "That little bitch is still fighting us you know. If it wasn't for the fact that her mind was so strong, Tessa or Jason would have done something about her."

"I have plans for her." Shaw said coldly.

"You mean you still plan on her being the next White Queen? Please." Selene said in disgust. She hated that blond haired girl and her defiant attitude and pretty much everything else about her. "The last time you thought she was 'broken' she ran and it took two days and a lot of time and effort to get her back, not to mention the guards she either killed or maimed."

"That's why I put the collar on her." Shaw said with pure ice in his voice. "Besides if we can break the telepath we can use her against Frost. Simple."

"If you can turn the telepath, if." Selene emphasized.

Shaw turned his full attention to the dark woman and gave her a glare. "I can and will suffer your insolence to a certain point Selene. Don't push your luck or your value too much. Or you may find you're lacking in both one day." Selene gave an icy look and kept her tongue in check. Shaw turned to the other members again now that Selene had been silenced. "I also think it's time we tested out Mr. Pierce's new group the Reavers. They should prove useful for this little mission."

Pierce nodded his head, assuring them that his small contingent of cyborgs were capable of handling the assignment. "They'll oversee the mercenaries that I'll hire just so if any of the teams are caught, they won't be able to tell who exactly hired them."

"Excellent touch. Don't want any lose ends now, do we?" Shaw said with a cruel smile. "I think when our new arrivals get here Emma should give them the run down. She already knows what's most likely in store for them so they will know what to expect." He turned to Tessa, his loyal aid. "Will you go and inform Miss. Frost my dear." It wasn't a question so much as a command, for Shaw was the kind of person that commanded and never asked. Tessa bowed and left the room as the other members started to talk about other details of the Hellfire Club.

In another room of the huge four story building in a small personal office with filing cabinets that filled one wall and a had only a single heavily reinforced window to look out of. There, at one of the two large wooden desks with a computer system and many opened files with notes scribbled here and there, sat one lone young woman of nineteen. She wore the same female clothing of the club only in white. She was a stunning woman with long blond hair. But there was one other thing different about her, and that was a yellow metallic collar around her neck.

The collar was smooth and left just enough room on her neck so the skin could breathe under it. There was also a light on the center of it that was red when turned on. Now it wasn't activated, but that didn't matter. The red light was only the indication that the devices main function was off. It basically nullified the mutagentic field of mutants, thereby shutting off their powers. But it also had a GSP tracking device, an electric shocker of various settings, and a security system. Basically, if she stepped off Hellfire property it would sound an alarm and they would easily find her.

The same would happen if she broke it. She had convinced Shaw that she had conformed to their ways at one point and had run away...But she failed and now this was her punishment. They say once you enter the Hellfire Club you never want to leave. What they don't tell you is that it's not always by choice that you stay. She sighed to herself. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go, even if she did get away.

She was working the books of the Club at the moment. Her mind was perfect for business and she helped Shaw and the club to make tons of money. Her father might have been proud of her...Well maybe, he hadn't been much of a father anyway and she couldn't give a damn what he thought of her anymore or the rest of her family as well. She had turned her back on them when they turned their back on her.

She heard the door open and turned in the chair to see Tessa walked in. She was someone Emma didn't really care for. She was so impersonal all the time. And the first time she tried her telepathy on her, it didn't work. Tessa was a telepath and she wasn't as strong as Emma was, but Tessa had this defense to telepathy and Emma had ended up with a migraine for two days because of it. "What so you want?'" She snapped at the older woman.

"Shaw wanted you to know that we will be having some new 'guests' soon and that you will help them with the transition."

Emma should have known something like this would have happened sooner or later. "Fine then, you can go back to your master now." Emma turned back to her work not giving Tessa another thought. She didn't look forward to the new guests and she really didn't look forward to what they were most likely to go through.

-3 Days later-

Jean was walking the collage campus on a beautiful sunny day. She was in jeans and her favorite yellow shirt and was on her way to meet up with Scott. She couldn't believe how calm things had been for the last year. Magneto and Mystique had pretty much taken off soon after Apocalypse. The Brotherhood was now scattered and Lance and Kitty had broken up when Lance was going to leave town to see the country and had asked Kitty to go with him. She didn't want to leave her friends behind, plus she wanted to go to collage. She begged him to stay but in the end they had gone their separate ways.

Pietro was presumably with his father and Toad and Blob had also gone off. Wanda had surprisingly shown up one day at the Institute and asked for a place to stay. She had been living alone in the old Brotherhood place for a month before she swallowed her pride and asked them. It took a little adjusting but Wanda was actually fitting in and was working to getting a GED at the Institute.

Even Piotr, also known as Colossus, had joined up a few months after Magneto disappeared. He said he no longer wished to work for him because Magneto had said he could find his missing sister, but he found out that Magneto hadn't even been looking. He joined up in the hopes Xavier would find her and so far no luck, but Jean could sense how he never would give up hope. Kurt however was another story.

She frowned thinking about him. Six months after Apocalypse, Amanda's family had moved out of New York State. He had been heart broken since he and Amanda wouldn't see each other again. She could feel the heartbreak he had gone through and for months he never so much as smiled or laughed. It was depressing to everyone to see Kurt, normally the happiest person in the institute, so down. He and Amanda kept in touch and last month he got word that she had found someone else.

He had been quiet for a week until she actually called the Institute. They talked about something for over and hour, no one knew what but he seemed better after it. At this moment Kurt was more or less back to his old self and everyone including Jean was thankful for that. She walked along the stone path of the campus and saw Scott there in the courtyard in the heart of the Collage. He was still just like he was in high school, same look, although he had filled out a little more with all the exercise and Danger Room he had been putting the New Mutants through.

She smiled upon seeing her long-time friend and boyfriend and he smiled back and waved her over. She couldn't believe how far she and Scott had come in the last year and how deep their love for each other had grown. In fact, they were thinking about moving in to the same room together, but they just had to find out how to tell Xavier about it. They were sure since they were adults now. Both of them were just over twenty and could make their own choices.

She walked over to Scott unaware that across the street there were three black vans and inside them lurked men in dark uniforms with a couple of them bearing strange cybernetics and visors on their faces. The cyborgs were the leaders of the mercenaries that were hired and all of them wore a small metallic disk behind their ears. Theses were psychic nullifiers, a piece of technology the Hellfire Club had developed to keep their secrets, secrets. They were also wearing them so the red head wouldn't sense them or use her telepathy on her.

One of the men wearing a full-face gear and a visor with short light reddish hair watched their target. He was Murray Reese and he was leading this team. "Alright people get ready and prepare those weapons. And remember, no casualties. If just the mutants are harmed then people won't mind too much, but only kill the guy with the shades if you have too. If we kill one of their own, then those X-Men will be more pissed off and we don't need that."

He picked up a rifle with a long slit in the front instead of a circle that fired an energy web designed to drain a person of their energy and pretty much keep them under control. The only problem was that they had to get close, but that was what the smoke bombs and tear gas was for.

-Across Town-

Rogue was just taking a walk through the business district. She was glad that this was her final year of high school and that she had a free period for her last class so she could take off school early. She was in her black torn pants and her purple top that left her shoulders exposed. She knew that this shirt was more likely for someone to touch her skin, but he was always careful with it and she could feel the breeze on her bare skin and it was one of the few times she was able to indulge herself as much as she would allow.

"Hello chere." She froze at the sound of his voice and knew who it was. She turned around and saw the one person she knew who it could have been. Gambit, he was still in his duster and she could see his red on black eyes and the charming smile on his handsome face. She hadn't seen him in nearly a year, but she still thought about him, even if she didn't admit it to anyone.

"What you do you want? Or are you still Magneto's little delivery boy here to send a message?" Rogue said annoyed and crossing her arms.

Gambit just walked up closer to her. She tried to keep a neutral face on no matter how much he made her heart skip a beat whenever he was close. "Remy no longer works for Magneto, in fact Remy had to go back home for some family business...And well, let's just say Remy can't go back so he figured he visit you."

"Why me?"

He smiled at her charmingly ever since that first day he met her. Her beauty had captivated him and he had enjoyed their time together when he had 'kidnapped' her...Although he had planned on just using her, he had to admit he had started to really care about her. Then, he felt guilty about lying and using her, and had long since felt sorry for it. "Remy came here because he can't stop thinking about you chere, and...To apologize also."

Rogue stared at the Cajun mutant, trying to be angry with him, to use that anger to show how she felt about him using her, but she had gotten over that event and couldn't find much to work with. "Fine I forgive you...Now go away!" She turned around but he gently grabbed her arm and she spun to face him, pulling her arm free in the process. "What do you want from me?"

"Just you chere." Gambit said softly as he raised a hand and lightly began to trace one of his fingers that were covered with his gloves, over her face. Rogue stared into his eyes and pulled back quickly and turned away from him.

"Stop." She said feeling tears in her eyes. "Please stop...Don't do this to me...Please...You...You know I can never get close to anyone...It...It just hurts too much to care and not be able to touch them...So please...Don't fall for me." She said to him, but in her mind she added on more part. 'And don't make me fall for you either.' She hated her mutation and hated how she could never get close to anyone. When Kurt was hurting she wanted to hold him like the sister she was supposed to be, but was to afraid she might hurt him more, so she didn't.

Gambit walked up behind her and placed his hand on her arms. "Too late for that chere...We both know it." Little did they know that Rogue had been shadowed the entire time and a female figure was on the roof top overhead looking down at the two of them and staring at them in contempt. She was dressed in tight black leather, her Japanese features were slightly pale, and her black hair fell down and was cut evenly around her head at chin level except for the front that was cut right above her eyebrows.

She touched a communicator to the team in another van parked not too far away. "Get ready to move, looks like she has company but he's not one of Xaiver's...Make him expendable and I'll deal with any interference he may bring, just be sure to get the girl and remember the briefing. No skin contact!" She heard the affirmation as she readied herself. Her hands flexed as the long fingernail like claws seemed to scream for battle. She was Lady Deathstrike, one of the most feared assassins in the world...But for the chance to hurt him...Even by taking some of his beloved children...She would have done this for free.

-Toronto Canada-

In one of the more rundown areas of Toronto in a building that used to be an old boarding school, there resided the orphanage of Sr. Peter's, which had been caring for homeless children for the last twenty years. In his room, there sat a boy of about nineteen. He was fairly tall, not too tall but above average, his bore a fighters body and was well built from years of martial arts that some people would die for, but he kept wearing baggy shirts to hide it. He never was one to care much for how he looked. He had short dark hair and had a handsome face, not the modeling kind but still attractive. But what struck people the most were his eyes. They were an eerie shade of light blue, but it wasn't so much the color that was so alluring as the intensity of them.

There was a certain look in them, even when they were soft and caring there was this underlying hardness to them. It was mainly because of his so called childhood, but he never told anyone about that. Well, with the exception of the two people he trusted most. There was Father Michaels, the man that ran the orphanage who was like a father to him, and his sensei Mr. Kansuke, an elderly Japanese man that he had been training under since he was seven when he came off the streets.

His name was Vincent Freeman...At least legally. He didn't know what name he was born with, his real birth date, or anything personal...With the exception of the face and name of his mother...But that was another story he didn't like to talk about. He sighed to himself, for he normally would be at school like most boys his age to get an education...But not anymore. Not long ago, he stopped a robbery and saved the life of his two closest and oldest friends...But he had exposed himself as a mutant in doing so.

Mary and Benny, his two friends, hadn't spoken to him for a week. They were shocked and angry that he had never told them that he was a mutant...Luckily they had started talking to him again, but the high school refused to let him finish. In fact, he was kicked out in order to keep the other students 'safe.' Father Michaels had gone to them in hopes that they would listen to reason, but he failed. Vincent appreciated what he tried, but he figured his life was pretty much over at this point.

Everyone acted differently around him now. The other kids who looked up to him as their 'big brother' were now scared of him, but he slowly worked through that. However, there was still that underlying feeling that he wasn't like them. They didn't show it, but he could feel it. He sighed, looking up at the ceiling of his small room. He was never adopted, but he could live with that. He didn't trust people too much when he was a kid and shied away from the adults that came to see him. He was wondering where his life was going and how it could possibly get any worse.

Five hours out of Toronto, a military helicopter with stealth technology crossed the boarder into Canada undetected. It was a large helicopter that held ten men in black military gear. Up front, there was a tall muscular man with dark skin, bionic legs that were seen by everyone, and the painted skull on his face. He was only known as Skullbuster and he was put in charge of this mission. "Alright you all read the briefing, now let's go over this. No civilian casualties if we can help it, let's make this quick and fast. We don't want to call too much attention to ourselves and we really don't want to get the attention of the authorities until we're long gone. So we'll land on the roof in whisper mood at night fall and sweep the building, use the knockout darts on the kids to keep them asleep and out of our way."

"What's the target's abilities anyways? That wasn't in the report." One of the mercenaries called out.

"Hell if I know, we're going in blind people." There were a few grumbles and complaints about that. "Yeah I feel the same way, but we're getting a lot of money for this so it should be worth it. Besides, how tough can one mutant punk be?"