Chapter 1-Indoctrination
The Hellfire Club, a secret organization that exited within the shadows of society. The wealthiest and most influential were counted among its ranks, manipulating the world from the shadows, or just enjoying the luxuries of the Hellfire Club they were fortunate enough to experience. Sex, money, power, it was all available to those within the Club's ranks, and they didn't have to worry about the limitations and inhibitions that society imposed upon them.
Alexander Xavier ruled it all as the Black King of the Hellfire Club. Together with his Inner Circle, a cabal of his most trusted subjects and his harem, he forged the Hellfire Club into a mighty world power hidden right under society's noses. But that wasn't all; with the advent of the mutant population rising, he plans to spearhead the advancement of mankind's development by taking control of the situation: by inducting countless female mutants into the Club as sex workers and training them to be his personal warriors.
The pieces were all in play, and now it was time to get to work.
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"Mom, dad, it's happening again!"
The pained cries came from the terrified Jean Grey as she suffered from yet another psychic breakdown. She could hear her parents rushing up the stairs to her room, completely forgetting about breakfast. But the girl knew there was little they could do to help. This was completely out of their skillset as parents.
It wasn't always like this. There was a time when Jean was just a normal teenage girl-she was an attractive young woman with short red hair and a body many would kill for, which would only grow more curvaceous with age. But her life was far from normal, and was quickly on a downward spiral due to things out of her control.
Jean's powers came like a storm; she was a telepath and a telekinetic, and mutants of the psychic variety always had it hard when their x-gene activated. She had no control over them-anything that wasn't bolted down to the floor was free game for her uncontrolled telekinesis to fling around, and she could hear people's thoughts, unintentionally listening in on multiple people at a time. It was overwhelming and gave her massive headaches.
It was hard to believe her torment began after a traumatic event; her friend, Anna, died in her arms after a horrific car crash. It triggered her mutant powers and feeling someone actually die in her mind caused a psychic backlash that put her into a coma for several months. She only got out after extensive treatment, but even after that, her psychological scars still remained.
"Jean? Jean, please let us in!" Her mother pleaded outside the door.
Jean tried to get to her feet, but her headaches only allowed her to slump off her bed onto the floor, just barely avoiding getting hit by the storm of floating clothes, books, and a chair flying about her room. Unable to move without getting intense pain in her head, Jean willed the door open with a grunt, flipping it open hard enough to nearly tear it off its hinges. Her parents immediately rushed to her side.
"Jean, stop this!" Her father, John, yelled. "Get a hold of yourself!"
"I'm trying!"
Ignoring the flying objects swirling around them, her parents took her into her arms. Their comforting presence helped calm Jean down and the chaos waned. But the throbbing ache in her head didn't subside.
"Why won't it stop?" Jean sobbed. "It gets worse every time and it won't go away!"
"It's okay, sweetie. We're here now." Her mother, Elaine said soothingly.
Jean shook her head, crying as the emotions set in. She was so frustrated and scared, angry that she was ruining her family's life. Between the damage her breakdowns caused, the coma, the extensive therapy she underwent afterwards, she was running her whole family into debt. They actually had to move out of their old house into a cheaper one that didn't even have air conditioning to cut corners. College was also out of the question despite her having a GED. There were few options for her.
All this was because she was a mutant. She was a freak, and people like her don't last long in the world. Jean was well aware of the treatment and discrimination mutants suffered from, with some mutants being actively hunted down without cause, which got even worse since Magneto's failed attack on the UN last year. If word got out about her powers, Jean didn't know what she could do.
"You're going to be okay. We'll find a doctor." Her father told her soothingly. Jean shook her head, refusing to believe anything else.
"We've been to every kind of doctor we could think of and they all said the same thing." She spat. "I'm a mutant and there's nothing I can do to change that!"
"We'll find a way." He said strongly. He wasn't going to give up when his only daughter was suffering right in front of him.
"How? How can anyone help me deal with this?"
Their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell, causing John to let out an annoyed grunt. "Who the hell could that be?"
"Go see who it is, John." Elaine said. "I'll stay with Jean."
John nodded, giving his depressed daughter one last look before leaving the room. It broke his heart to see his daughter in such distress and the strain her condition had on their family was becoming too much. She couldn't get through school due to her coma, and when she did go, her telepathy made interacting with people difficult and awkward, eventually leading to her becoming a loner and getting harassed endlessly. The stress only got worse when their bills started stacking up over the years, bringing the entire family to the brink of bankruptcy. He was reaching the end of his rope and he prayed for a miracle.
Back in her room, Jean sniffled and wiped her eyes. Even with the love and support of her parents, she was still a burden. What could her parents do for a mutant daughter who couldn't control her powers? If something didn't change, she would never finish school and never get an education. She used to be a straight-A student, but now she was just a homeschooled misfit.
"It'll be okay, Jean." Elaine said, running a calming hand through her daughter's red hair.
"No, it won't! How could you or anybody else know if things will change?" Jean growled and shook her head. "I'll never be able to control my powers. I don't even understand them! Face it, it's hopeless."
"Something will come up. You'll just have to-" Elaine was cut off when John called up to them from downstairs.
"Jean, Elaine, come downstairs! There's somebody here you should meet."
Jean and Elaine shared a curious glance at John's excited tone. Deciding to see what changed his mood, Elaine helped her daughter up and led her down stairs. When they reached the front door, they saw a woman standing on their doorstep.
She was a very beautiful and neatly dressed woman with an attractive figure in a dark green business suit and narrow glasses over her dark eyes that only seemed to enhance her beauty in a professionally sexy way. Her hair was black and tied neatly into a bun, her red lips upturned in a small smile.
