Yin: With Nightcrawler's Legacy moving a little slow, I wanted to do something with a little more excitement. I believe this will provide the excitement that I, and others truly want. So here we go: The Fate of the World!
A young man took a deep breath in. He couldn't help the wounded, whose screams and cries echoed in his ears. It tore at his heart as he heard the hacking and coughing of the people, their lungs so filled with smog and smoke they couldn't breathe.
Despite the chaos that ensued around him, he appeared remarkably calm. Inside however, he was shaking, terrified. What he was about to do was unspeakable, dangerous even. In the end it could kill him. But if he didn't commit this risky plan, the entire world would fall, only to be reborn in the worst of ways.
A hand touched his shoulder. "You had so much potential," A woman sighed.
Gazing up at her, the boy knew she was going to take his life. Even knowing this, the boy smiled. "I vill fix zis Muzzer," He whispered.
As she brought a sword down upon his head, he clicked a button on a cleverly hidden device. Disappearing in a flash of light, he only left the smell of brimstone. As the smoke cleared, and the echo of his teleport resonated, the woman screamed.
This would certainly not be over.
In an explosion, the boy tumbled from a portal. He landed hard on his back, and he groaned. As he opened his eyes, he was surprised at what he saw. The sky was actually blue, the clouds fluffy and white. The sun shone, and a cool breeze brushed across his face, ruffling his hair.
He could hear cars honking beyond where he lay. It was so sad, none of those people knew the true danger they were in if he didn't succeed. Their sweet, semi innocent/peaceful lives would be brought to an end, and they would all either be enslaved or die.
The boy staggered to his feet, to exhausted to teleport again. He knew his first course of action would be to find the super hero group his father had always talked about. Although it had been many years since he had heard the story, he knew it by heart. If he could find the X-Men of Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, they would provide him with sanctuary while he searched for the Weapon. And if he couldn't find them, well they would just find him.
"A new mutant has just surfaced on Cerebro," Charles alerted Logan and Ororo.
Ororo smiled. "You want us to pick him or her up?"
"Thanks for volunteering me doll," Logan growled, although there was humor to his voice.
Charles paid no heed to Logan's sarcasm. He knew the gruff man would be ready to help anyone out in an instant. "Cerebro is running into a problem," Charles furrowed his brows. "I cannot seem to get ahold of any of his information."
"Do you have his coordinates?" Logan questioned.
Charles clicked a buttons, looking fairly alarmed. "Yes, but be careful. There's a large energy signature in that same sector."
Logan peered over Charles. "Large don't even begin to describe that Chuck. You think it's the kid?"
"Perhaps. Either way I want you two to try and bring him here, as well as try and figure out what caused that energy spike," Charles rubbed his temples.
Ororo grew concerned. "What's wrong?"
"It's just so odd. It's as if he appeared out of no where."
Logan pulled the X-Van as close as he could to the area that Charles had directed.
"You think this is the place?" Ororo asked.
Logan shrugged. "Dunno. Pretty woody. Would be a good place for a kid to use his powers in secret."
Ororo went to open her mouth, but Logan put his thick finger up to her mouth. He tilted his head, listening. "Someone's coming our way."
Both pairs of eyes were on the woods. Within seconds, a young man stumbled out, coughing.
Ororo rushed to his side. "Are you okay?"
He stared into Ororo's eyes, sighing in relief.
Logan looked the boy over, sniffing cautiously. "What were you doing in there bub?"
The teen smiled, but then coughed again. He blinked, shaking his thin hair. Dirt went flying, and he sat down. "Vhat is your name?"
Logan cocked an eyebrow. "Maybe the correct question is what is your name?"
"Please forgive me," He nodded. "My name is Alex Szardos."
"I'm Logan," Logan helped the boy up. "And this is Ororo Munroe."
"Volverine and Storm?" Alex inquired.
This caught Logan by surprise. "Yes, that a problem bub?"
"No! Not at all! You're just ze people I am looking for!"
Ororo gave Logan a death glare. "You were looking for us?"
"Vell, not you specifically, any of ze X-men vould do," Alex coughed, his chest rattling sickly.
"Do for what?" Logan interrogated.
"To help me. I am a mutant...I...I need help."
"So that energy trace we picked up was you?" Ororo asked.
He nodded. "Sorry about that. My teleports aren't usually so strong. Of course...I did travel a great distance, so that may have affected my powers slightly..." Alex tapped a watch on his hand. "It enhances teleports."
"You're a teleporter?" Logan sniffed the air again closely. His eyebrows drew together as he tried to identify the scent.
"Yes, among other things."
Logan flared his nostrils, nodding. "Where you from?"
Alex looked around. "Up...north," He hesitated a slight second.
"What about your parents?"
"Dad...is gone. And Mom...vell Mom is a whole other story. Let's just say she doesn't take to kindly to me..." Alex cringed.
Ororo nodded sympathetically. "You don't have to worry about criticism where we're going. Everyone will be happy to add another addition to our family."
"Zank you ma'am," Alex smiled weakly, coughing.
"We better get something taken care of that cough," Logan noted. "Well, come on kid. Chuck'll be wanting to talk to you."
Alex sat in front of Charles, fiddling with his fingers.
"So where did you live Alex?" Charles asked. "So we can contact your mother."
Alex gulped. "You don't vant to do zat sir..."
"If I may inquire, why?"
"She...uh...she hates me."
"For being a mutant?"
"Somezing like zat..."
Charles nodded. "I understand. Well, when you're ready, you can come and tell me."
"Zank you sir."
"In the meantime, one of my graduates will show you your room," Charles touched his head lightly, and a young man came in. "Alex, this is Scott. Scott meet Alex."
Scott chuckled. "I have a younger brother named Alex."
"Zat's cool."
As Scott and Alex walked down the hall, Scott tried to talk to the teen. "So you're accent-"
"From my Dad. He was German," Alex sighed.
"Oh. Okay," Scott gazed up at the roof. "My dad passed on too..."
Alex nodded.
"You know, one of the students here is German. You two might get along."
Alex's interests seemed suddenly spiked. "Vhat is his name?"
"Kurt Wagner. Don't worry, you'll meet him shortly. He's a special," Scott winked. "Anyways, here's your room."
"Danke."
"Yeah, so you look about Kurt's size actually. I'm sure he won't mind you borrowing some of his clothes."
"Zat vould be...nice..." Alex looked won at his stained shirt and torn jeans. "Ja, zat vould be very nice."
Alex sat at the end of the dinner table, watching the mayhem. Everyone had congratulated him earlier, but now they had settled in to normal behavior. How oblivious they were. They had no idea what was in their near future.
Only one was missing from this little group. The one and only Kurt Wagner was running late.
BAMF!
Just within a few seconds of Alex's thoughts, Kurt joined the party.
"Kurt, this is Alex," Charles smirked.
Kurt widened his eyes, evidentially looking around for an inducer.
"Alex, this is Kurt. Kurt has a physical mutation, and he can teleport like you."
"Hallo," Kurt waved slowly, cringing as if he was ready for someone to hit him.
"Hallo. Ich habe gehört, Sie sprechen Deutsch. Ist das wahr?" (Hello. I heard you speak German. Is this true?) Alex smiled, showing absolutely no surprise.
Kurt was taken off guard. "Ja, es ist wahr!" (Yes, it's true!)
Alex nodded, then settled back to his food.
"You aren't...shocked by how I..." Kurt cocked his head. Everyone else he knew had shown even a little bit of shock, including Logan.
Alex shrugged. "Not really. Seen veirder," He sighed.
"Veirder?" Kurt scoffed.
"Ja. Much veirder," This time Alex smirked a little, causing Kurt to cock a brow. "Besides, you are not to much different zen me," He shrugged.
Kurt glanced at Charles, who looked at Logan and Ororo. They just shrugged.
"How?"
Alex pushed a button on his watch. In a shimmer of light, he changed, turning blue and fuzzy, with a bifurcated tail. He held up his three fingered hand, waving at Kurt. "See? Not to much different."
Kurt just gaped, his mouth open. "Vas ist...das?"
Charles looked at both Kurt and Alex, who sat right beside each other. They were in his office, along with Logan and Ororo.
"You don't suppose..." Logan grunted. "Azazel?"
Alex just sighed. "Somezing like zat."
"So ve're bruders?"
Charles nodded. "Possibly."
"Cool man!" Kurt hot fived Alex.
Alex smiled weakly, shaking his head in disbelief. "Zis is not happening..."
Alex stood on his balcony, watching the stars. He had never seen the stars before. They were beautiful, sparkling. They were so much like his Annie. If he could only get back to her...but that would only happen if he found the Weapon and destroyed it.
After that...he had no clue what would happen. Such a thing was only thought of by his father, and had been dead for years now.
Alex sighed, leaning against the railing. The moon's soft luminescence illuminated his face, revealing a saddened youth who had been through far to much any person should. He had seen things nobody could understand, and everything he lived for was falling apart.
Tears dripped down to the ground far below as Alex thought of home. How different it would be if he was successful. But that was a big if. The chance of him destroying the Weapon was slim to none, but there was no other way of fixing everything.
Alex gripped the edge of the balcony. What Annie would give to see all this. A prefect world.
He laughed. Those here would scoff at the thought that their world was a utopia, but compared to where Alex had just escaped from, this was paradise. Sunshine, stars, not worrying if everyone you came in contact was a double agent. There were no traitors here.
"He's not Azazel's Chuck. I doubt Azazel even knows about this kid," Logan growled. "He doesn't smell right."
"He doesn't smell right?" Ororo asked.
"I can't pinpoint it though. He smells so familiar!" Logan was clearly frustrated.
"We need to give him a chance. But you are right Logan, he is hiding something. I do not know what it is, but it does seem somewhat dangerous. We will need to keep a very close eye on him and anyone else he comes in contact with," Charles sighed.
"He is disturbed about something," Ororo commented.
Charles nodded. "I kept picking up stray thoughts. Something about a weapon. He kept calling it the Soul Sword.
"Mommy's very angry," A voice whispered. "Prepare my Time Warper, my son needs a discipline lesson."
"Yes ma'am," A woman cowered.
"Oh, and Tabitha, be sure not to flirt with ny of my pets. You know how much I despise that," The person said with an icy tone.
Tabby bowed. "Yes Mistress Magik."
"Alright, now go!" Magik ushered Tabby away.
Tabby took off in fear, her heart pounding in her chest.
Magik drummed her throne, sighing. She was extremely bored, but she was calculating. It might be slightly treacherous going to the place her son had gone, but it was a welcome challenge. Grinning evilly, she laughed. Challenging indeed. It would do her soul good to see Kurt again...if she had a soul.
Yin: So what do you guys think? Tell me, I'm dying to know!