In the house of Cortez
Cortez scowled into the mirror and at his reflection which so clearly showed the eye-patch that he now had to wear due to the incident back at the cage fight that took place at the docks. The damned thing was nothing he would wear by choice but the hiddeous eye beneath it was worse to look on. It was all the fault of the man called Wolverine-- and Trade. But most of the blame fell on that man. Cortez just knew it in his mind that if Wolverine hadn't filled the girl's mind with thoughts of friendship and whatever other nonsense, she would have just come without too much of a struggle.
In the past, Trade would have never tried to fight against him. She most definately would have never thought of usin gher mutant abilities on him to do such a thing as this. Rage boiled up inside of him but not as much as he had been feeling back when he had been trying to find ways to kill the white haired young lady off. No-- although the anger was there, he didn't have the murderous intent anymore. He had other plans that he had come across.
Instead of killing Trade for having destroyed his eye, he would use the guilt against her. Cortez already knew that he could get her to bend and break for him with just the mentioning of how he had hurt so much from what she had done to him. He would shackle her more by twisting her little heart as he had been for the time he had known her. Cortez had no doubt in his mind that he woudl have her at his command again. Only this time, she wouldn't just be a fighter of his. No, he had a new line of work now besides cagefighting for her. She would hunt down Mutants.
He turned away from the mirror and walked into the next room, picking up the newspaper as he sat down. It took him a moment to do this though, his not being adjusted to the depth perception problem yet-- nor wanting to be. As soon as he got that little b*tch back, he would get her to remove the problem. After all-- if she could put it on him, she could most definately take it off again. If she didn't do it by herself, he would make her find a way to. It would be through manipulation without threats. He would keep the threats down until he had her fully into his clutches.
As he saw a strange add in the paper, he brought it closer to his face, his thoughts jumping to the topic of someone else who was hunting for Trade. This was not good news at all... He would have to find the girl and collect her before whoever this rich bastard was did first.
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