The Betrayal of the twelve Disciples Part
Three: War
1.
On a battlefield, Boom
Boom pleaded for her life. Tears streamed down her eyes and blood poured from
whip lashes. And Boom Boom cried. She was in true pain now, and she didn't
understand why. Her clothes were tattered and torn and ragged, and all of this
was like a nightmare. Every part of her body ached, and she yearned and prayed
for death. Why was she here? Where was this? Would she wake up from this
nightmare? She looked before her, and there a vicious man stood. His eyes were
calm but the smile stretched across his face was sinister and evil. He clutched
to her arms and lifted her in the air. She tried to fight his grip, but she was
just to weak. He threw her back into the air, and she watched as the spike tore
through her body.
In a bare room, beside the bodies of Archangel
and Cyclops, Boom Boom lay…dead. There had been no fighting, no pain, and no
man with a sinister smile, yet there was a war. The war and the battlefield was
in her mind, and she had lost. Jean Grey laughed in the darkness as Wolverine
crouched above her lifeless body, but there was more. There was so much more…
2.
On a battlefield, Warpath
kneeled. He couldn't move his hands and he didn't know why. And Warpath worried. He was truly scared
now, and he didn't know what was going
to happen. His clothes were tattered and torn and ragged, and all of this was
like a nightmare. Every part of his body ached, and he yearned and prayed for
death. Why was he here? Where was this? Would he wake up from this nightmare?
He sat there, contemplating everything in his mind, and he didn't understand
why he was so scared or why he was kneeling. Then he heard it. "One, two,
three." And he heard something slice the wind, and he felt a sharp sting in his
neck.
In a bare room, beside the bodies of Iceman
and Rouge, Warpath lay…dead. There had been no fighting, no pain, and no sting,
yet there was a war. The war and the battlefield was in his mind, and he had
lost. Jean Grey laughed in the darkness as Wolverine crouched above his
lifeless body, but there was more. There was so much more…
3.
On a battlefield, Magneto stood. He couldn't move his body
and he didn't understand why. And
Magneto cried. What was making him cry? Tears poured down from his eyes but he
didn't know why. His clothes were tattered and torn and ragged, and all of this
was like a nightmare. Every part of his body ached, and he yearned and prayed
for death. Why was he here? Where was this? Would he wake up from this
nightmare? As he waited for something to happen, his peripheral vision
decreased and decreased. He saw men working, "Help me!" He cried, but they did
nothing. And then he saw as they raised a stone and put it in front of his
eyes. He could see nothing. And he screamed as loud as he could, but in vain.
And he felt as his breaths grew shorter and his eyes closed forever.
In a
bare room, beside the bodies of Beast and Jubilee, Magneto lay…dead. There had been no fighting, no pain, and no
wall, yet there was a war. The war and the battlefield was in his mind, and he
had lost. Jean Grey laughed in the darkness as Wolverine crouched above his
lifeless body, but there was more. There was so much more…
4.
On a
battlefield, Juggernaut kneeled beside a dying man, and he didn't know why. He
didn't have his armor on, and he was kneeling beside a dying man, and he didn't
understand it. And Juggernaut cried. But why did he cry? He had never saw this man before in his life. His clothes were tattered and torn and
ragged, and all of this was like a nightmare. Every part of his body ached, and
he yearned and prayed for death. Why was he here? Where was this? Would he wake
up from this nightmare? He sat there, beside the dying man, comforting him. And
he told the man that everything was going to be all right. Then he heard the
gallop of a horse. He looked up to see a man riding his horse towards them.
Juggernaut stood so he could signal the man over, and he tried. The man began
to ride towards Juggernaut. He charged towards him and drew out his sword from
it's sheath. And Juggernaut saw as the blade came towards his face.
In a bare room, beside the bodies of
Nightcrawler and Captain Britain, Juggernaut lay…dead. There had been no
fighting, no pain, and no man, yet there was a war. The war and the battlefield
was in his mind, and he had lost. Jean Grey laughed in the darkness as
Wolverine crouched above his lifeless body, but there was more. There was so
much more…
5,
On a battlefield, Sauron lay and he was human. He didn't understand what was going on, he wasn't a creature, but
now just like everyone else. And Sauron
lay there, and he couldn't get up. But
why couldn't he get up? He tried to gather all of his strength, but it was in
vain. His clothes were tattered and
torn and ragged, and all of this was like a nightmare. Every part of his body
ached, and he yearned and prayed for death. Why was he here? Where was this?
Would he wake up from this nightmare? He couldn't feel his arms. He looked and
he saw blood everywhere. His green suit was tainted with blood, and he slowly
realized that something horrible had happened. And his life slowly withered
away.
In a bare room, beside the bodies of
Morph and Shadowcat, Sauron lay…dead.
There had been no fighting, no pain, and Sauron was not a man, yet there was a
war. The war and the battlefield was in his mind, and he had lost. Jean Grey
laughed in the darkness as Wolverine crouched above his lifeless body, but
there was more. There was so much more…
6.
On a battlefield, Banshee was on the brink of conscious. He could see people staring at him and he
didn't understand what was going on, he was laying in front of them, and they
couldn't take their eyes off of him. And Banshee lay there, and he couldn't get up. But why couldn't he get up? He tried to gather all of his
strength, but it was in vain. His
clothes were tattered and torn and ragged, and all of this was like a
nightmare. Every part of his body ached, and he yearned and prayed for death.
Why was he here? Where was this? Would he wake up from this nightmare? And all
of a sudden there was a tug at his wrists and feet and he was hurled into the
air, and there he was suspended. He saw the ropes pulling him, harder and
harder. He prayed for death, until they ripped him apart.
In a bare room, beside the bodies of
Colossus and Havok, Banshee lay…dead. There had been no fighting, no pain, and
no crowd, yet there was a war. The war and the battlefield was in his mind, and
he had lost. Jean Grey laughed in the darkness as Wolverine crouched above his
lifeless body, but there was more. There was so much more…
7.
On a battlefield, the Scarlet Spider fought for his life. He didn't know who his opponents were or why
he was equipped with a sword, but he swung it with all of his might. And
Scarlet Spider fought, and he fought not to kill, but because it was his
instinct. But why was he fighting? He tried to figure out the situation, but he
tried in vain, for enemies were constantly attacking him. His clothes were tattered and torn and
ragged, and all of this was like a nightmare. Every part of his body ached, and
he yearned and prayed for death. Why was he here? Where was this? Would he wake
up from this nightmare? And then he felt a sharp pain in his chest and saw the
sword go all the way through him. And he cried out in pain as the sword was
drawn out of him, and he fell to his knees.
In a bare room, beside the bodies of Gambit
and Polarius, Scarlet Spider lay…dead. There had been no fighting, no pain, and
no sword, yet there was a war. The war and the battlefield was in his mind, and
he had lost. Jean Grey laughed in the darkness as Wolverine crouched above his
lifeless body, but there was more. There was so much more…
8.
On a battlefield, Forge hid, fearing for his life. He didn't know who he was hiding for or why, but he knew he had
to. And Forge cried. The closet door
was closed and he thought that nothing could ever hurt him. But why was he
hiding? He tried to figure out the situation, but he tried in vain, for he was
too scared to think. His clothes were
tattered and torn and ragged, and all of this was like a nightmare. Every part
of his body ached, and he yearned and prayed for death. Why was he here? Where
was this? Would he wake up from this nightmare? He shuttered and he shivered.
And then the door flung open. And a man held a flashlight to Forge's face, and
Forge began to cry. The man pointed the gun at Forge, and he pulled the
trigger.
In a bare room, beside the bodies of
Quicksilver and Multiple Man, Forge lay…dead. There had been no fighting, no
pain, and no man with a gun, yet there was a war. The war and the battlefield
was in his mind, and he had lost. Jean Grey laughed in the darkness as
Wolverine crouched above his lifeless body, but there was more. There was so
much more…
9.
On a battlefield, Shatterstar ran for his life. He didn't know who he was running from or why, but he knew he had
to. He ran through dilapidated buildings, and ruined cities. And Shatterstar ran. The sweat poured off
of his face as he run, but what could he be running from? Why was he running?
He tried to figure out the situation, but he tried in vain, for he had to keep
moving, there was no time to stop and think. His clothes were tattered and torn and ragged, and all of this was like
a nightmare. Every part of his body ached, and he yearned and prayed for death.
Why was he here? Where was this? Would he wake up from this nightmare? And
finally he came to an open area and they were everywhere. He couldn't see them,
but he knew they were there. And they fired there guns upon him.
In a bare room, Shatter star
lay there…on the brink of death. He wasn't dead, but he was close. As he
lay there he struggled to breathe and he looked up in horror…
10.
…Jean Grey laughed…
11.
…Wolverine crouched over his body…
12.
…and Sabertooth grinned, but there was so much more…
TO BE CONTINUED…
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