AN AL NEW X-MEN STORY
X-MEN SQUARED
The Fall and Regain of the X-Men
Bombs burst in the air. Wolverine sniffed and smelled sulfur all around. He looked discusted. "RRRR, Stupid fucks!" he yelled out at the bragading sentinels. Something he had always feared had finally come true. The sentinels were of plenty number to take over the world. Soon the world will be sentinel ruled. The X-Men cam to stop that. "Cyke, you there?" Wolverine talked in his telecom.
"WOLVERINE, WATCH OUT!!!" Gambit screamed at Wolverine. Gambit jumped forth and pushed Wolverine out of the way. Gambit was hit hard on the back. Just enough to stun him. Wolverine didn't smell death on him, so he knew the Sentinels had something in store for them other then death.
"You crappy pieces of machinery," he growled leaping forward at the Sentinel who had shot Gambit. Before any contact of Wolverines adamantium claws it was down. He then saw why. The Terrible Toad King had knocked him down.
"Hehe, this is awesome," Mortimer Tonybee said as he knocked down another Sentinel. For the first time Wolverine didn't have hate toward Toad. Wolverine hadn't love him either, but they were neutral. Tonybee Jumped next to Logans side.
"Shall we dance Wolvy?" he inquired with a smirk on his face.
"Takes a billion to tango Toad. Lets tango," Wolverine replied also giving a big grin. Before they even went for their first Sentinel a bomb bursted under them. Both were down. Both were hauled away, into the darkness.
Many Years Later
"Freddy! Took ya long enough man," Wyatt Hike called to the green haired friend Fred. Fred gave a smile and walked to the cage.
"You start yet?" Fred asked to Wyatt. It hadn't look like they had but Fred wanted to make sure.
"Naw man, wez was waitin for you," Wyatt shook his head. They had always played baseball on Friday afternoons. Fred was usually the first one there on a count of he lived so near to the baseball field. It wasn't like him to be late. But something had happened to him that afternoon. Something that made him scared to death. He shook it from his mind and walked up to the pitchers mound.
"Lets get going," Fred yelled to the rest of the kids. Fred was an awesome pitcher. Everyone thought so. His dad pitched for the New York Yankees and he had made it to the baseball hall of fame. Fred was kind of destined to be a pitcher.
The first batter wound up and did some practice swings. The catcher signaled for Fred to give the batter a slider. Fred notioned that he understood. Fred stretched his arm. His hands tingled like they would if they were asleep. This was weird. This never happened to him.
He shook it off and wound up. He threw a ball right down the middle. Fop! It hit the catcher's mit.
"Stryike 1!" the catcher yelled. The catchers name was Francis Gordan. Francis was a good friend of his from kindergarten. They use to do everything together. They were inseparable. After kindergarten they were in different classes. That relationship broke after awhile and now they were jus aquantinces. That was really a bummer because they were great friends. The ball came towards him and he caught it erasing away the daze. The catcher notioned another slider. Again Fred nodded to assure that the play was understood. The tingling grew more tickly. In fact, it was starting to hurt now. He had to get rid of it.
Fred tried to shake it off but he couldn't this time. It grew and grew, until something happened, something very strange. The tingling suddenly stopped. He thought it was weird, but he threw the ball anyway. As it left his finger tips he noticded that the ball was green, glowing green. The batter swung at the ball and hit it, but instead of the ball exploding forward the bat imploded into tiny wooden pieces. The catcher caught the ball and flew back. The baseball players looked agog for a moment at the happening. Then the silence turned into hate, prejudice hate.
Kids swore and yelled at Fred. Things like mutie, and freak. He hurt inside but then it got serious. He started hurting on the outside. Kids were punching him. The catcher plunged a broken piece of wood into his arm. He was a goner, there was nothing Fred Tileman could do but die. He felt woozy and he fell to the ground.
Syter walked home from school feeling very good about himself. True, he had a bloody nose, got suspended from school and his best friend hates him but he beat him up pretty good. It all started with a simple fight.
"Yo, Bob, you're an ass. How could you rat yo bro out like that man. How could you?" Syter yelled at a kid named Bobby Highlander in the hall. "Are you an dumb ass, or did you want to get me in trouble?"
"What are you talking about? You mean when I told the lunch lady you stole a cookie. You shouldn't steal, I was looking out for you," Bobby retorted calmly.
"I got in trouble. I am suspeneded for like 5 days!" Syter exclaimed. He got angry. Anger raged through his body like gasoline would a car.
"You get to stay home now," Bobby laughed at Syter and his friends did too.
"Ill show you a home. Your new home is the ground. When im done with you your gonna be there so much it will be your home," Syter screamed running toward Bobby. Syter was mad, very mad. He wanted to take down Bobby since the day he figured out what kind of person Bobby was.
Bobby was a user. He used people to get to the top then dumped them like a pile of rotten eggs. That peeved Syter off. He lunged toward Bobby and gave him a punch in the jaw. One of his friends punched Syter in the nose almost breaking it. It bled like a waterfall. This really got him. A strange sensation ran through Syters body. He felt powerful, almost invincible. He took a swing at the guy who gave him the bloody nose and the guy went flying through the hgalls landing on a bench. He didn't know he was that powerful.
A teacher came up and stopped the fight and suspended him for one month. That was going to be hard to make up, he thought. He remembered the whole fight vividly. Where he was from, it happened a lot. Florida, best damn state ever built. Miami to be exact. He lived in an alley by a deli. His parents died because they were mutants and they managed to save him and his brother. The sentinels never found them. In a way he missed his parents, though he barely new them. It made him sad to think of them but he didn't cray or anything.
As he was walking a sound hit him that scared him to death. This sound was something he heard only when Syter was small. The sound of jet-propulsion. Fire burned throughout the air. Syter was scared that he would be taken away like his parents.
"The mutant is ahead Beta, get your guns ready," a large mechanical flying beast flew toward Syter. He was doomed like his parents. His parents had strong mutant powers but nothing could withstand the power of a sentinel. Fighting against one was crazy, fighting against two was suicide. Syter was a suicidal guy.
"Hey, chip for brains, wanna come get a piece o this?" he yelled at the robotic creatures langing infront of him.
"Mutant has only used his powers once Capa. He may not be able to control it. Put your blasts on stun," the sentinel code named Beta spoke to his compadre Capa.
"Agreed Beta," Capa spoke.
"I have a mutant power? Well no duh Syt, otherwise why would they be after you?" Syter thought to himself. He had read about mutants. The mutants had been hated because they were different. He read an article by a girl mutant who died awhiles back name Jean Grey. She said mutant powers usually developed in great stress. This was stressful, Syter thought.
A shot was fired and his concentration broke. It had missed but not by far. The blast blew him off of the ground and into the air. He was too high, he knew for sure his arm would break. There was nothing to do buut hit the ground now.
He hit with a slam, only something was strange. He wasn't hurt and his arm was definetly not broken. In fact, the ground had smashed in. Syter got up quickly knowing he would be hit again. He ran at Beta and a gleam of yellow sorounded his hand. He hit the monster and its leg tore off.
"Set to kill," Beta screamed before falling to the ground. The scream was too life like for a robot, Syter thought. This freaked him out. He was about to slam into Capa when all of a sudden a quesy feeling hit his stomache. He fell to the ground and blacked out.
Brazil became more and more a drug country every day, Armando Hukston thought. He would turn the corner and there would be a guy selling pot or coke. Armando hated drugs, they weren't for him. While his friends were out getting high, he would stay home and kick around a soccer ball. He loved soccer. In fact, he was being driven to it right now by his mom.
"Mama, thanks for the drive," Armando said in Spanish. Armando usually spoke English, but his mom didn't speak it, so he would speak Spanish to her. He got out of the car and looked at the soccer field. It was huge. Armando never played in this big a Stadium. It was the play offs and many people would be there. Armando got worried that he would look like a fool out there.
He stuck out his chest and walked into the Stadium.He was a little late so he ran into the locker room where only about five players were still getting changed in. He changed quickly and went for the end of the team discution.
"Now we have the best goalie, work on offense. Defense is important so thewy don't get a totally open shot, but focus more on offense. Ok, BREAK!" the Coach yelled out. Armando was the awesome goalie on he team.
He went to his goalie post and stood. He hadn't stretched so he started to now. Armando reached for his toes and touched them easily. He pule them upwards so he could stand on his toes better.
Armando had always been good at gymanstic. He had always been flexible ever since he was a kid. Armando stretched his arms and something strange happened. He heard a cracking sound and his arm stretched farther then normal. Armando pulled it back in and another crack was heard. He felt weird, almost stretchable. He strected out his fingers and cracked his knuckles. Armando tried not to think about his sudden stretchy skill. The game started.
The ball went toward him. People kicked it by the first defenseman and they took a shot. Armando easily blocked and punted it up the field for a score. The game went on like that, Armando would save it, punt it up and a shot was always taken. Armando was the best there was. It was the beginning of the second half and the other team stole it quickly. Henry Birkbeck got the ball and ran toward the goal. He was going fast. Henry would have to have great control to hit the ball where Armando couldn't get it. Well, he did. The ball went up in the left corner. Armando was at the left. He couldn't let them score. Armando leaped toward the ball and stretched out to see if he could get the ball. He heard the cracking noise again, but this time it was softer. He stretched out so much that he stopped the ball.
Right then the crowd hushed, then yelled. They all thought it was unfair to have a mutant as a goalie, especially one with that power. They started throwing food. They got out of the bleachers and ran towards him. He had to get out of this situation. A man punched him in the mouth. Armando didn't look hurt but he was. His head was pounding. Armando used his mutant power to stretch his arms to a bar. He lifted himself and he tried to get away, but the crowd followed. He had to get away, but before anything happened, he disappeared into an uknown origin.
NEXT TIME ON X-MEN SQUARED!!!!
The Storys of the other two X-Men, and the first adventure they face as a team
X-MEN SQUARED
The Fall and Regain of the X-Men
Bombs burst in the air. Wolverine sniffed and smelled sulfur all around. He looked discusted. "RRRR, Stupid fucks!" he yelled out at the bragading sentinels. Something he had always feared had finally come true. The sentinels were of plenty number to take over the world. Soon the world will be sentinel ruled. The X-Men cam to stop that. "Cyke, you there?" Wolverine talked in his telecom.
"WOLVERINE, WATCH OUT!!!" Gambit screamed at Wolverine. Gambit jumped forth and pushed Wolverine out of the way. Gambit was hit hard on the back. Just enough to stun him. Wolverine didn't smell death on him, so he knew the Sentinels had something in store for them other then death.
"You crappy pieces of machinery," he growled leaping forward at the Sentinel who had shot Gambit. Before any contact of Wolverines adamantium claws it was down. He then saw why. The Terrible Toad King had knocked him down.
"Hehe, this is awesome," Mortimer Tonybee said as he knocked down another Sentinel. For the first time Wolverine didn't have hate toward Toad. Wolverine hadn't love him either, but they were neutral. Tonybee Jumped next to Logans side.
"Shall we dance Wolvy?" he inquired with a smirk on his face.
"Takes a billion to tango Toad. Lets tango," Wolverine replied also giving a big grin. Before they even went for their first Sentinel a bomb bursted under them. Both were down. Both were hauled away, into the darkness.
Many Years Later
"Freddy! Took ya long enough man," Wyatt Hike called to the green haired friend Fred. Fred gave a smile and walked to the cage.
"You start yet?" Fred asked to Wyatt. It hadn't look like they had but Fred wanted to make sure.
"Naw man, wez was waitin for you," Wyatt shook his head. They had always played baseball on Friday afternoons. Fred was usually the first one there on a count of he lived so near to the baseball field. It wasn't like him to be late. But something had happened to him that afternoon. Something that made him scared to death. He shook it from his mind and walked up to the pitchers mound.
"Lets get going," Fred yelled to the rest of the kids. Fred was an awesome pitcher. Everyone thought so. His dad pitched for the New York Yankees and he had made it to the baseball hall of fame. Fred was kind of destined to be a pitcher.
The first batter wound up and did some practice swings. The catcher signaled for Fred to give the batter a slider. Fred notioned that he understood. Fred stretched his arm. His hands tingled like they would if they were asleep. This was weird. This never happened to him.
He shook it off and wound up. He threw a ball right down the middle. Fop! It hit the catcher's mit.
"Stryike 1!" the catcher yelled. The catchers name was Francis Gordan. Francis was a good friend of his from kindergarten. They use to do everything together. They were inseparable. After kindergarten they were in different classes. That relationship broke after awhile and now they were jus aquantinces. That was really a bummer because they were great friends. The ball came towards him and he caught it erasing away the daze. The catcher notioned another slider. Again Fred nodded to assure that the play was understood. The tingling grew more tickly. In fact, it was starting to hurt now. He had to get rid of it.
Fred tried to shake it off but he couldn't this time. It grew and grew, until something happened, something very strange. The tingling suddenly stopped. He thought it was weird, but he threw the ball anyway. As it left his finger tips he noticded that the ball was green, glowing green. The batter swung at the ball and hit it, but instead of the ball exploding forward the bat imploded into tiny wooden pieces. The catcher caught the ball and flew back. The baseball players looked agog for a moment at the happening. Then the silence turned into hate, prejudice hate.
Kids swore and yelled at Fred. Things like mutie, and freak. He hurt inside but then it got serious. He started hurting on the outside. Kids were punching him. The catcher plunged a broken piece of wood into his arm. He was a goner, there was nothing Fred Tileman could do but die. He felt woozy and he fell to the ground.
Syter walked home from school feeling very good about himself. True, he had a bloody nose, got suspended from school and his best friend hates him but he beat him up pretty good. It all started with a simple fight.
"Yo, Bob, you're an ass. How could you rat yo bro out like that man. How could you?" Syter yelled at a kid named Bobby Highlander in the hall. "Are you an dumb ass, or did you want to get me in trouble?"
"What are you talking about? You mean when I told the lunch lady you stole a cookie. You shouldn't steal, I was looking out for you," Bobby retorted calmly.
"I got in trouble. I am suspeneded for like 5 days!" Syter exclaimed. He got angry. Anger raged through his body like gasoline would a car.
"You get to stay home now," Bobby laughed at Syter and his friends did too.
"Ill show you a home. Your new home is the ground. When im done with you your gonna be there so much it will be your home," Syter screamed running toward Bobby. Syter was mad, very mad. He wanted to take down Bobby since the day he figured out what kind of person Bobby was.
Bobby was a user. He used people to get to the top then dumped them like a pile of rotten eggs. That peeved Syter off. He lunged toward Bobby and gave him a punch in the jaw. One of his friends punched Syter in the nose almost breaking it. It bled like a waterfall. This really got him. A strange sensation ran through Syters body. He felt powerful, almost invincible. He took a swing at the guy who gave him the bloody nose and the guy went flying through the hgalls landing on a bench. He didn't know he was that powerful.
A teacher came up and stopped the fight and suspended him for one month. That was going to be hard to make up, he thought. He remembered the whole fight vividly. Where he was from, it happened a lot. Florida, best damn state ever built. Miami to be exact. He lived in an alley by a deli. His parents died because they were mutants and they managed to save him and his brother. The sentinels never found them. In a way he missed his parents, though he barely new them. It made him sad to think of them but he didn't cray or anything.
As he was walking a sound hit him that scared him to death. This sound was something he heard only when Syter was small. The sound of jet-propulsion. Fire burned throughout the air. Syter was scared that he would be taken away like his parents.
"The mutant is ahead Beta, get your guns ready," a large mechanical flying beast flew toward Syter. He was doomed like his parents. His parents had strong mutant powers but nothing could withstand the power of a sentinel. Fighting against one was crazy, fighting against two was suicide. Syter was a suicidal guy.
"Hey, chip for brains, wanna come get a piece o this?" he yelled at the robotic creatures langing infront of him.
"Mutant has only used his powers once Capa. He may not be able to control it. Put your blasts on stun," the sentinel code named Beta spoke to his compadre Capa.
"Agreed Beta," Capa spoke.
"I have a mutant power? Well no duh Syt, otherwise why would they be after you?" Syter thought to himself. He had read about mutants. The mutants had been hated because they were different. He read an article by a girl mutant who died awhiles back name Jean Grey. She said mutant powers usually developed in great stress. This was stressful, Syter thought.
A shot was fired and his concentration broke. It had missed but not by far. The blast blew him off of the ground and into the air. He was too high, he knew for sure his arm would break. There was nothing to do buut hit the ground now.
He hit with a slam, only something was strange. He wasn't hurt and his arm was definetly not broken. In fact, the ground had smashed in. Syter got up quickly knowing he would be hit again. He ran at Beta and a gleam of yellow sorounded his hand. He hit the monster and its leg tore off.
"Set to kill," Beta screamed before falling to the ground. The scream was too life like for a robot, Syter thought. This freaked him out. He was about to slam into Capa when all of a sudden a quesy feeling hit his stomache. He fell to the ground and blacked out.
Brazil became more and more a drug country every day, Armando Hukston thought. He would turn the corner and there would be a guy selling pot or coke. Armando hated drugs, they weren't for him. While his friends were out getting high, he would stay home and kick around a soccer ball. He loved soccer. In fact, he was being driven to it right now by his mom.
"Mama, thanks for the drive," Armando said in Spanish. Armando usually spoke English, but his mom didn't speak it, so he would speak Spanish to her. He got out of the car and looked at the soccer field. It was huge. Armando never played in this big a Stadium. It was the play offs and many people would be there. Armando got worried that he would look like a fool out there.
He stuck out his chest and walked into the Stadium.He was a little late so he ran into the locker room where only about five players were still getting changed in. He changed quickly and went for the end of the team discution.
"Now we have the best goalie, work on offense. Defense is important so thewy don't get a totally open shot, but focus more on offense. Ok, BREAK!" the Coach yelled out. Armando was the awesome goalie on he team.
He went to his goalie post and stood. He hadn't stretched so he started to now. Armando reached for his toes and touched them easily. He pule them upwards so he could stand on his toes better.
Armando had always been good at gymanstic. He had always been flexible ever since he was a kid. Armando stretched his arms and something strange happened. He heard a cracking sound and his arm stretched farther then normal. Armando pulled it back in and another crack was heard. He felt weird, almost stretchable. He strected out his fingers and cracked his knuckles. Armando tried not to think about his sudden stretchy skill. The game started.
The ball went toward him. People kicked it by the first defenseman and they took a shot. Armando easily blocked and punted it up the field for a score. The game went on like that, Armando would save it, punt it up and a shot was always taken. Armando was the best there was. It was the beginning of the second half and the other team stole it quickly. Henry Birkbeck got the ball and ran toward the goal. He was going fast. Henry would have to have great control to hit the ball where Armando couldn't get it. Well, he did. The ball went up in the left corner. Armando was at the left. He couldn't let them score. Armando leaped toward the ball and stretched out to see if he could get the ball. He heard the cracking noise again, but this time it was softer. He stretched out so much that he stopped the ball.
Right then the crowd hushed, then yelled. They all thought it was unfair to have a mutant as a goalie, especially one with that power. They started throwing food. They got out of the bleachers and ran towards him. He had to get out of this situation. A man punched him in the mouth. Armando didn't look hurt but he was. His head was pounding. Armando used his mutant power to stretch his arms to a bar. He lifted himself and he tried to get away, but the crowd followed. He had to get away, but before anything happened, he disappeared into an uknown origin.
NEXT TIME ON X-MEN SQUARED!!!!
The Storys of the other two X-Men, and the first adventure they face as a team