A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. L'ange-Sans-Ailes is proud to present, 'Pure Corruption' the detailing of a father and his son, and maybe some Brotherhood mischief, a date or two, and who knows maybe some startling revelations. Enjoy!

Snow was thrown in blankets across our setting. Bayville was now a winter wonderland… well when the Brotherhood isn't around. It has been about a month since last we saw our heroes. Yes, I speak of the Brotherhood of Misunderstood Lazy Drunks Who Like to Fight. But for the moment they aren't the subjects of this tale.

-Across the street from the Boarding House-

Inside the suburban home sat a man and a woman on a couch. They were watching T.V. until the phone rang.

The woman answered it, "Hello?" she became very serious, "The mission is progressing flawlessly." The person on the other end began talking again, "They haven't found the camera."

The man took the initiative and walked over to what appeared to be a bar, but once he opened the cabinets it revealed a keyboard and several televisions. Once he turned them on, various sides of the Brotherhood Boarding House could be seen, including the garage.

"Yes sir I understand," she paused then her features twisted to shock, "That's his son?" the man on the other end started talking, "Well no sir, of course not. We will make the necessary accommodations." She listened intently, "Yes sir, death to all mutants."

She hung up the phone and looked to her husband, "I assume that we'll be expecting company." She nodded, "Who is it?" he asked, turning his attention back to the Brotherhood boys working on Lance's car.

"Julio Esteban Richter," she stated with a smile.

-Several hours later outside of Bayville High-

The Brotherhood boys, plus Wanda, minus Lance, stood behind Lance's car in the back of the parking lot, each one freezing his, or her, respective ass off.

"Where the hell is Lance?" Wanda asked clutching her Scarlet Witch trench coat for warmth.

Freddy adjusted the collar on his black wool sweater, "He said he was just gonna take a leak," he said as his teeth clattered.

"That was half an hour ago!" Pietro exclaimed zipping up his blue ski jacket.

In the distance the school bell rang.

"I hope he gets here soon, yo," Todd shrugged as he adjusted his earmuffs and shoved his hands into his green hoodie's pocket, he stared back towards the school, "The Brotherhood can't stand the cold, that's why we weren't in the Christmas episode."

The others esteemed members of the Brotherhood would have nodded in agreement, but they were too busy freezing valued body parts that they had grown quite attached to.

-Meanwhile inside the school-

Lance walked out of the bathroom wearing a denim jacket over a gray sweatshirt. He ran his hand through his long hair as he walked through the hall.

"Lance, mijo is that you?" A voice called out from behind him.

Lance spun around in a flash a look of hate on his face, "What are you doing here?" he asked with agitation.

There stood a relatively short man with dark skin. His hair resembled Lance's old hairstyle but it was the same color. He had stubble on a jaw that quite resembled Lance's as well, "What? I can't drop by and see my only son?"

Lance balled up his fists, "Great you stopped, now leave before I decide to use you for some appropriately aimed aggression."

Julio smiled at the teen, "Same old Lance, you got your mother's temper."

In an instant Lance shoved Julio against a locker his fists clenched around his father's shirt, "I don't ever want to hear you talk about my mother again," he said in a menacingly low voice.

Upon finishing his statement, Lance was hurled back across the hall into the opposite lockers. In his rage he had failed to notice the bell ring, and there in front of him stood a variety of X-Men.

"Vhat do you think you're doing, Lance?" Kurt questioned. Anna and the rest of her squad minus Laura and Amara stood behind her.

"Yeah, like why are you doing this?" Kitty questioned from his right, "You totally lost your mind didn't you?"

Lance looked to his left as Tabby, Roberto, Ray, and a crowd of students chanting 'fight' gathered around them. He cursed himself for forgetting that over half of the X-Men were currently in his senior class. Lance took a low stance both fists clenched ready to release a tremor.

Julio muscled through the crowd, "Leave my boy alone!" he exclaimed at the crowd.

At the moment the Principal showed up ushering the students to their classes, then turned to Lance, "You're on thin ice already Alvers. If it wasn't for your mother, I could suspend you and your delinquent friends," he then turned to Julio, "And who are you?"

Julio stuck out his hand, "Julio Esteban Richter, I'm Lance's father," the Principal shook his hand, "I apologize for the scene, but Lance wanted to show me around."

The Principal looked at Lance, "Is this true?" he asked with an accusing glare.

"Yeah," Lance pushed himself passed both men, "But I'm leaving now, so everything's okay."

Both men just watched as the boy walked towards the door.

-Outside-

Lance was sitting in his Challenger turning over the motor. The hood had been popped and Todd was crouched on the fender fiddling with the carburetor.

"Try it again yo," he called out.

Lance turned it over again, and again nothing happened.

"I don't how to tune this thing yo," Todd said scratching his head.

Lance sighed, "Me either," he said as he let his head fall onto the steering wheel.

"Come on son, it's easy," Julio spoke as he pulled out a flat head screw driver and began adjusting the main carburetor, "Okay now."

Lance shook his head and turned it over again. This time, with a mighty roar, the mighty Challenger sprang to life, "How did you…" Lance trailed off.

He gestured across the lot to an orange nineteen sixty-nine Dodge Charger, "Like father like son eh?"

Lance hopped out of the car pulled Todd off the fender by his hood, and slammed the car hood closed, "I'm nothing like you! I stayed with my wife."

Julio peeked an eyebrow. His eyes traveled Wanda's length… and width, with a smirk, "Wow mijo, you got a pretty one. How are you chica?" he smiled at Wanda, "Lance I'm so proud of you."

Wanda glared at the man, "She ain't Lance's Sheila," St. John laughed, "Hell she don't even loihke men!"

Lance, and the boys placed themselves in front of Wanda, "Look, I've been doing fine without you for fourteen years," Lance explained, "You can't just walk up to me like we're friends," he signaled for the Brotherhood to get into the car.

Julio peeked an eyebrow, "But I'm your papa, and you're my Chico," he said with a smile, "Eres mi sangre."

Lance sat in the front seat, "Takes more than blood to make you a family old man."

-Several minutes later a the Boarding House-

Regan sat in the kitchen writing down several notes in a spiral, when the back door was kicked open. Lance stomped into the room, releasing mild tremors as he walked.

"Bad day at school?" Regan asked not tearing herself from her book.

"I don't want to talk about it!" Lance exclaimed rather harshly. He walked out of the room and she could her him stomp up the stairs, down the hall to their bedroom, and finally slam the door shut.

Raven then walked into the room with a confused look on his face, "What's wrong with Lance?"

"Some bushwhacker showed up outta nowhere and said he was Lance's old man," Raven looked to the back door and saw the rest of the Brotherhood filing in, "How was your day dad?"

Raven looked positively shocked, which thoroughly scared the Brotherhood boys.

"What's wrong Raven?" Regan asked, "Do you know him?"

"Not personally, all I know is that Lance hates that man more than he hates the entire X-Men squad combined," Raven explained.

-A few hours later-

Regan made her way down the hall to the door of her bedroom. She turned the knob, opened the door, and walked in. She then quickly closed the door behind her. She looked at the bed and saw Lance reading a small paperback book and writing in a spiral.

"Lance," she whispered, "What's wrong?"

Lance marked the page in his book, and put it and the spiral on the next to the bed, "I'm gonna tell you, but you can't tell anyone okay?" she nodded, "He ditched me and my mom when I was five."

Regan sat down next to him and rested her head on his chest, "Honey, I didn't know."

Lance sighed, "No one knows," he shook his head, "After he left my mom didn't last long. Working two jobs, taking care of me, the depression she musta felt after he left…" Lance paused for a moment, "I was an orphan at eight… You know they wouldn't even let me go to my own mother's funeral."

Regan looked at her husband, "Oh my God, Lance. That's just cruel."

Lance got up and took his shirt off, "No, no it was great," he pulled a couple of heavy free-weights out from under the bed, "I got into a great foster home, with six other kids. Almost got fed on a daily basis," he began pumping his biceps, "I grew up in a rough neighborhood filled with criminals, I was lucky," his voice was completely devoid of emotion.

Regan wrapped her arms around his chest causing him to stop, "How can you possibly think that you were lucky?"

Lance chuckled, "It made me strong. I may have had to grow up quick, but I'm not naïve," he explained, "No one is ever gonna walk into my life, and just expect to have my trust."

-Meanwhile across the street-

Julio sat on the couch next to the happy mutant hating couple.

"What is our next move sir?" the Wife questioned, "Lady Deathstrike and the Reavers have been captured, and that mutant filth has the Sentinel."

The Husband nodded in agreement, "What about Trask's other Sentinel's? could we use them?"

Julio leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees, "Calm down. Todo esta bien. Mr. Creed wouldn't have sent me, unless the Sentinels couldn't cut it."

"Does that mean…" the Wife trailed off.

Julio nodded, "Apparently Stark Industries has taken an interest in them."