The Church Of Oliver
By: BlackCorp

Rating: T

Disclaimer: The X-Men and all related characters are the trademarked property of Marvel Entertainment. The Power Rangers and all related characters are trademarked property of the Walt Disney company. I claim no hold or rights on any of the characters in this story.

Summary: AU X-Men/Power Rangers crossover. When two teenagers are abducted off the streets by strange cult with a powerful secret, their only hope may lay with the mercenary group known as the X-Men.

A young woman with long, sandy blonde hair in a pair of jeans, her yellow shirt ripped open, struggled against the ties that bound her. She found herself tied to a king-sized bed with green satin sheets in a lavish bedroom decked out in the same color. She looked at the man in green robes standing above her with a devilish smile on his face. He looked to be around thirty-three, with long, jet-black hair. He reached down, running his hand over the young woman's tight stomach and enjoyed the feel of her soft supple skin as she protested.

"Please, stop this! Let us go!"

"Now, now, my dear. Why would we want to do that? We only have your best interest at heart. After all, Jebus loves you."

"No, no, no!" the young woman cried out as the man leaned forward to kiss her. From out of nowhere, glass rained down atop them as a figure dressed in black fatigues with an AK-47 strapped to his shoulder, a com piece in his ear and a cigar in his mouth, came crashing through the skylight window. Aiming his weapon at the man in the green robes, he growled through clenched teeth.

"Back off, Jebus."

Seventy-two hours earlier at the Xavier estate, deep underground in the high-tech war room of the mercenary group known as the X-Men, the group's leader Charles Xavier consulted with the team's computer expert Sage. She was busy punching figures into Cerebra, one of the most advanced computer systems on earth. The pictures of two teenagers, Kira Ford and Trent Mercer, came up on screen. They were abducted off the street by a group calling themselves the Church of Oliver. The leader of this cult, who held a belief in what they called "The Morphing Grid," was Dr. Thomas Oliver. Dr. Oliver and his followers were demanding a ransom of five million dollars from Trent's adoptive father, Dr. Anton Mercer. Knowing the cult would never release the two even if he paid, Dr. Mercer used his connections to hire the X-Men to not only to retrieve Trent and his girlfriend, but to put an end to the Church of Oliver permanently.

"These two are the primary targets, Charles."

"Do we have visual conformation, Tessa?"

"Affirmative. I just got word from our operative on the inside. I have satellite surveillance of their ranch compound in California. I'm preparing to download it into the holographic matrix projector now."

"Excellent. I will prepare the team for debriefing. I want this mission underway in the next 72 hours."

In the present, in the Church of Oliver compound, three people in blue robes sat behind a row of computer monitors. The oldest, Billy, looked to be around forty. Beside him sat an eighteen-year old woman with long brown hair, and next to her, a young black man in his early twenties. They sat in silence, when suddenly Billy's computer flashed, alerting him to an intruder on the compound. He pushed back his chair and looked to the other in panic.

"Ethan, there is an intruder in Lord Oliver's room. Sound the alarm."

As Ethan reached to hit the alarm, the brunette in the middle raised quickly, thrusting the palm of her hand into Ethan's face, driving the cartilage of his nose into his brain and causing blood to spurt out as he fell to the floor dead. Before Billy could react to the shocking scene that was unfolding before him, the teenage girl jumped up, wrapping her legs around his neck. She quickly flipped over, driving his head hard to the floor then twisted his neck and broke it..

"Impressive, my dear, but then I knew there was something funny about you when you showed up a few days ago."

Kitty quickly turned and stood face to face with Dr. Thomas Oliver, dressed in black robes with short, spiky hair. With a slim yet toned build underneath his robes, most women would have found him attractive. Even though she always went for older men, Kitty felt nothing but disdain for Dr. Oliver and his church as shown by the scrawl on her face as she shifted her feet into a fighting stance.

Back in the bedroom of Thomas Oliver, another Thomas Oliver found himself face to face with an armed intruder who held an AK-47 pointed directly at him.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's your choice, bub," the short, stout man said as he spit his cigar on to the green wool rug, catching it afire.

"Guards!" Oliver screamed as the flames shot up from the carpet. Four men then rushed in with automatic weapons, two in red robes, the other two in black robes.

"Jason, Zack, Adam, Rocky! Kill this non-believer!"

Before any of the guards could respond, the man rose his weapon and unloaded a clip, taking out all four guards before dropping it and turning his attention to Thomas Oliver who was now rushing for the door.

"Oliver, your robe is on fire."

As Thomas stopped to look at his robes, which had indeed been set afire from the flames that now engulfed the room, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He was whipped around and punched hard in the gut. Oliver's eyes went wide in shock as three metal claws covered in blood came out his backside. As he dropped to the floor with his dying breath, he could be heard mumbling, "May the power protect me."

Rushing over to the bed, the man who killed Oliver used the same metal claws to cut the bonds holding the girl he was holding captive and wrapped her in a blanket. The flames grew higher and and parts of the ceiling began to fall around them.

"Who are you?"

"The name's Wolverine and I'm here to save your fine little ass. So, just shut up and let me do my job. Now, hold on. Things are about to get hot."

Lowering his head, Wolverine ran through the wall of flames and leaped out from the second story bedroom window. He used his own body to cushion the blow for Kira, rolling around to extinguish any flames still burning on his uniform under the full moon that filled the night sky.

"Well, that was a lot of fun." Wolverine smirked as he rose to one knee. It was at that moment he noticed Kira with a look of fear in her eyes. Standing behind Wolverine was Thomas Oliver in white flowing robes, and from the look of the huge weapon in his hand, he had an ax to grind with the X-Man on the ground before him.