The power of three
An x men fan fiction
this is written by me and wolf 200- we're taking it in turns to write a chapter!
"It is done, my lords," the cowering figure of the scientist knelt before the breathing shadows, "I have created the vaccine you requested."
"Very well," the three voices spoke as one- their power sending another bout of terror through their employee's trembling form.
"You still kneel before us?" queried one of the shadows- the voice deep with malevolence. There was a pause, when shadows suddenly burst from the way of the masters- forming a ring around the man. It slowly stilled- only a few slight ripples moved through the darkness, when suddenly, the black shadows turned a faintish tinge of purple, shinning like a beacon for a few moments, till it vanished, shadows and all.
"I sense there are different intentions beneath this continuous show of loyalty." Another of the shadows pointed gently.
"Tell me-" the final shadow turned towards the scientist, revealing two gleaming yellow eyes, "What is it that you require?!"
The man's mouth gapped in bewilderment. He had heard the legends behind the powerful three, yet he had believed them just as that- stories stolen from the truth.
"My lords," the scientist stuttered, "Forgive me for asking, but for my service, you promised me the cost of the vaccine in return."
There was then a pause, in which the scientist swore he could see the shadows surrounding him progressing further forth. Then suddenly, a thunderstorm of evil laughter exploded from the three figures.
"Us!" cackled the one the scientist believed to be the leader, "Pay you! Who do you take us for?!"
"I apologise my lord, I was just asking clarification on our deal…"
"Save it!" A calmer voice demanded, the one who was said to see into the future, "You are at our mercy- that you will pay for."
A huge fawn coloured wing burst out of the shadows.
"Minions!" the seer roared, "Attack!"
At the command- an army of fawn falcons swooped down from the blackness above, their talons' outstretched, and the tips glinting like silver. But as the birds of death drew closer- the scientist could see that each one of the creatures had a metal device attached to the claws- ones which seemed sharper than the originals beneath.
"My lords!" screamed the scientist, "Have mercy!"
The yellow eyes gleamed again,
"Why should we release you?"
"Forget my money! I'll leave peacefully- I swear!"
A harmonious laugh joined the symphony of flapping wings,
"You know our location- you've heard our voices- how can we trust you'll keep quiet?"
The gentlest of the voices crept in once more,
"Cut out his tongue, then he will not be able to speak."
The man's mouth dropped open in horror.
"That is your price. Lose your tongue, or your life!" the yellow eyed one growled.
Swallowing, the man shivered,
"I accept my lords, and I thank you for your mercy."
There was a rustle from the shadows, then the giant wing folded out again,
"Minions!" the seer cried, "Silence this being from talking!"
Keeping his fear down, the man opened his mouth, letting his tongue roll out. A large falcon swooped further down, talons outstretched, then a sickening agony shot through the scientist's mouth- the fowl taste of blood blooming from his severed tongue.
He opened his eyes and he saw it, the falcon flying back towards its master- half a tongue hanging from its metal attachments. Half of his tongue.
He man had tears rolling from his eyes, ones of pain running besides ones of joy. He put his head to the ground- silently thanking the greatly powerful for his life to be spared.
"Yet he can still hear." The master's voice rumbled like a million storms, "He can hear us and point us out."
The scientist sat bolt upright- sweat trickling down his neck, he tried to speak- to beg- but without his tongue- he could not.
The command came once more,
"Minions! Stop our voices from reaching the ears of this man!"
Again, a falcon flew forth- talons outstretched, and another pain burst through the man's boy- he wished his tongue was still with him so he could scream in torment. More blood flowed, the liquid warm down his thought, mixing with the sweat.
His world went silent.
There was a pause in which nothing moved then suddenly- out from the shade, three figures marched. The scientist's eyes widened in horror at what lay before him, but then, one figure raised a fawn wing, there mouth moving to reveal gleaming fangs.
A falcon flew forward again- the one who had disposed of his tongue, claws at the ready- what would it take this time? Then it dawned on him. He had seen the faces of the powerful three- and for it- he would have to lose his eyes.
Before the pain cut through his hazy greens- he saw the mouth of the master move- the blood red lips spitting out 6 Simple words.
Next we will destroy the x- men.
Then the claw burst through the scientist's eye ball- blood spurting onto the cold stone, then only darkness…
The man's lifeless body dropping to the floor- dead.
The falcon flew back to its master- dropping an eyeball to the floor- the optic nerve and a piece of grey matter stuck to the end. The scientist's brain.
"Now we have what we need- the vaccine is ready- our plan is in motion and our revenge will be sweet. Now, the x men will fall!"
Three evil, cackling laughs echoed around the stone chamber, shocking the falcons back into their cages- the metal bared doors, slamming with a final bang. The birds knew it as well as their masters- the world's greatest mutant heroes would fall- and with each fall came a rise- the rise of the mighty.
soooo, how is it? just to say- this story stars me, Ingrid fallen and co-writer wolf 200.
review to tell us how you want the x men destroyed! a whole chapter will be for each death!