Title: Yo Quiero
Author: Wyzeguy
Disclaimer: Marvel owns 'em...which is good, because Marvel's good at character revivals.
Rating: PG (character death, bizarre humor)
Universe: Ultimate X-Men
Feedback: Fork it over, Bucko!
Archive: Uh huh. Just tell me where.
Summary: "They died instantly..."
Notes: This is a response to a fan fiction challenge on the X-Fiction email list, challenging writers to write an X-Men fanfic beginning with the sentence, "They died instantly." Since no restrictions were given on length and tone, I came up with this (and had to apologize to a few people afterward). This story takes place following the events in Ultimate X-Men #12, where Rogue and Juggernaut join the Brotherhood of Mutants.
YO QUIERO
Wyzeguy
They died instantly.
Frederick J. Dukes stared at the fallen, asphyxiated bodies of his fellow Brotherhood members. Pietro, Wanda, Mort, Rogue, Cain, and Jason. They were his friends. And now they were dead. Because of him.
He looked down at the greasy paper that remained of his Taco Bell chalupa, and clenched it in his chubby fists.
His heart heavy, he whispered, "but it was just a little gas...."
END
Author: Wyzeguy
Disclaimer: Marvel owns 'em...which is good, because Marvel's good at character revivals.
Rating: PG (character death, bizarre humor)
Universe: Ultimate X-Men
Feedback: Fork it over, Bucko!
Archive: Uh huh. Just tell me where.
Summary: "They died instantly..."
Notes: This is a response to a fan fiction challenge on the X-Fiction email list, challenging writers to write an X-Men fanfic beginning with the sentence, "They died instantly." Since no restrictions were given on length and tone, I came up with this (and had to apologize to a few people afterward). This story takes place following the events in Ultimate X-Men #12, where Rogue and Juggernaut join the Brotherhood of Mutants.
YO QUIERO
Wyzeguy
They died instantly.
Frederick J. Dukes stared at the fallen, asphyxiated bodies of his fellow Brotherhood members. Pietro, Wanda, Mort, Rogue, Cain, and Jason. They were his friends. And now they were dead. Because of him.
He looked down at the greasy paper that remained of his Taco Bell chalupa, and clenched it in his chubby fists.
His heart heavy, he whispered, "but it was just a little gas...."
END