The penthouse was perched above the glittering veins of Las Vegas, high enough that the city's noise was a distant hum. All glass and chrome, a monument of quiet power. The kind of place no one entered unless invited—and Emma Frost had been.
She stepped inside like she owned the place.
White heels. Diamond earrings. A satin coat that swayed like moonlight. She didn't ask why she was summoned—only scanned the room, her expression unreadable.
"Nice view," she said, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Now what do you want to talk about, Mr. Brooks?"
I closed the door gently behind her, then moved to the bar.
"You're here," I said, pouring a drink, "because you're standing at a crossroads. One path ends with you being someone's pawn. The other… well, that's the reason I asked you here."
She turned, arms folded, her eyes cool and cautious.
"I'm listening."
I handed her a drink, then walked to the center of the room.
"I know how you are feeling and what you went through"
"NO!"
"No one knows how it felt. How I felt. What I went through. No one cared."
"I know. And I care, Emma."
"I know about your father. Winston Frost. I know what he did to Christian. And to you."
Emma didn't flinch—but her grip tightened on the glass.
"Here. See for yourself." I said while gaving her a file.
{Name : Emma Grace Frost
Born : 1st January 1926
Age : 18
Parents:
Winston Frost (Father)
Hazel Donovan Frost (Mother, deceased)
Siblings:
Adrienne Frost (Sister)
Christian Frost (Brother, deceased)
Cordelia Frost (Sister)
Emma Grace Frost born to a Boston mercantile family.The second of three daughters. Deemed unfit in her father's eyes, because she produced low-grade point averages and was a social outcast while attending the Snow Valley School for Girls. As a result of her emerging powers, she began to experience severe migraines.
Decided to become the mistress of Vinny Lavecchia, a Mafia boss based in Las Vegas, Nevada. So that she can use the power of underworld to take her revenge on her father.
Her powers do not work on her family members.
Powers : Telepathy (still awakening)
Under Telepathy :- Mental Blast, Psionic Shield, Illusion Casting}
{Adrienne Frost : She killed her own husband years ago because he had crossed her. She runs her own company Meridian Enterprises, and hadn't spoken to her sister Emma for past 2 years.
Powers : Psychometry}
{Christian Frost : He attempted to please Winston Frost by hiding his sexuality and not allowing his boyfriend Dante Ortega to join him on a family trip to the French Riviera resulting in Dante breaking up with him. When Winston Frost learned that Christian was gay, he threatened to disown him if he didn't straighten up and move back home. Christian defied his father and left the family, only remaining in contact with Emma and getting back together with Dante. Winston retaliated by using his great power and influence to have Christian's boyfriend framed and deported but Dante was accidently killed. He became deeply depressed and committed suicide.}
{Cordelia Frost : She is regarded by her parents as being the "lost" one in the family, and as such she rebelled by dressing in black, having sullen, sulky moods and being argumentative, although she is only a teenager}
{Hazel Frost : (née Hazel Donovan) was a millionaire who married Winston Frost. Together they had a son and three daughters. Committed suicide due to abuse from her Husband}
{Winston Frost : Owner of Frost Industries. He was also for a time the second richest man in the state of Massachusetts. He is very strict with his children. He would only expect the best from them, and would only give negative feedback when they did not succeeded in his eyes, never applaud them when they did succeed.}
She read the file in silence. No gasp. No denial. Just a long, slow exhale as she reached the last page.
Then she looked at me—not with rage, not with fear, but with something colder.
"You've been digging," she said softly.
"I already knew. The digging was for you. So you'd know I wasn't bluffing."
I walked over and stood just a few feet away. Close enough that she could see the truth in my eyes.
"I know you can't kill him. Because your powers do not work on your family members."
"But I can kill him," I said plainly. "Right now. I have the power. No loose ends. No suspicion. He'd simply vanish. The world would move on."
She stayed silent.
"But I won't. Not unless you say so. Because I think he deserves worse than death. And because I think you deserve the final word."
That earned a reaction. A blink. A single breath caught in her throat.
"He doesn't get to slip away," she said quietly. "He needs to suffer. He needs to feel it before he dies."
"I thought you'd say that."
"I used to think if I got strong enough—if I made enough money, got enough power—I could protect what mattered," she whispered. "But he always found a way to take it from me. Every damn time."
"He won't anymore," I said.
She turned back. "Why? Why do you care?"
"Because in this world of humans the only ones who truly can become ours are he people like us that Humans call Mutants. But I would like to call myself a Meta-Human. A human with powers. just that and not a person with a disease or an illness."
"I want to build a place which truly belongs to us Meta-Humans. rather than live in hiding or being researched upon."
"I would rather trust a mutant like you to become my partner than to trust a human who would ultimately betray me just because I have powers and I am different.
"And I can help you. Help you get rid of your abusive father. Become the owner of Frost Industries. And set things straight with your siblings."
"Adrienne?" she said, scoffing. "She'd slit my throat if it got her half a percent more stock value."
"She's dangerous, yes. But not unreachable."
"And Cordelia's a brat. Spoiled. Lost."
"Then guide her. Mold her. With time, she'll follow your lead. People follow strength—and Emma, you have more than you realize."
She looked down, quiet for a beat. Then, softly: "Christian's dead. So is my mother. What's left to fix?"
I met her eyes.
"Not everything. But enough. And I'll help you do it."
Silence stretched between us, filled with the hum of neon below and the distant whine of the city that never truly slept.
Emma walked slowly to the edge of the penthouse again, gazing out at the city lights like they were stars just out of reach.
Finally, she spoke.
"If I say yes—if I stand beside you—Winston dies by my word. No sooner."
I nodded once.
"And you help me fix the rest. Adrienne, Cordelia… and the Frost legacy."
"That's the deal."
She turned to face me. The light caught her eyes, reflecting something sharper than steel.
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