Basically the X-Men aren't the normal X-Men, half are city criminals and half are cops, lawers and other stuff like that. Don't read this if a) You expect mutant powers or b) if you expect the same plot, pairings or teams that are in the show.
Pairings: Can't think of any yet. Probably Jean and Duncan, and Scott and someone I make up.
Two Sides To Every Story
A bitter wind was sweeping down the streets and torrential rain was making it even harder to see in the darkness of the night. A young solicitor hurridly strode down the streets, thinking mainly of his warm fire and coffee at home, he didn't give a second thought to anyone else on the street. As he reached the main town he barged his way through the crowd, shoving people out of his way and elbowing anyone who got in his way. A tall teen of 19 happened to be in his way and he pushed him out of the way. The teen growled angrily and started off in the other direction, then unknown to the solicitor he turned around and started to follow him.
The teen had shoulder length, shaggy, brown hair and a dark tan. He wore blue jeans and a black T-Shirt, with a brown waistcoat on top, he wore black gloves on his hands and scruffy trainers on his feet. Under his waistcoat, slotted into his belt was a 6 inch knife. His stride was long and confident, yet no footsteps could be heard from his walk. The solicitor turned a corner and started off down and deserted alleyway. The boy pressed himself closer to the wall and continued his pursuit. The solicitor stopped suddenly and slowly turned around, the teen clung closer to the wall and dropped into a crouch, hidden behind a bin. The man shook his head and carried on walking.
A quick flash of silver and the knife imbedded itself in the solicitor's neck, he gasped for air before collapsing to the litter ridden concrete. The boy crept over to him and checked his pulse, none the guy was dead. Reaching into his pocket the boy pulled out something which looked like a business card. He shoved it in the solicitor's mouth and walked off, unconcerned.
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Freddy Dukes was sat at his desk, feet up, cramming crisps in his mouth and watching the news. The guy must've weighed 20 stone at the least, he was kitted out in army style gear, light green vest, dark green jacket and trousers, black boots and wristbands on both arms. Atop his head he sported a blonde mohican haircut. A short, skinny, young woman walked in, with a tonne of files in her arms.
"Mornin' Kit", Freddy greeted, spraying crisps everywhere.
"Morning", Kitty replied, dumping her files on her desk. She took off her pink jacket to reveal a pale yellow T-shirt.
"Nice top", Freddy grunted, "Looks good on you".
"Thanks, what ya watching?", Kitty asked, she pulled her hair band out and shook her shoulder length brown hair..
"News, that solicitor that worked with Pietro's been killed, knifed apparently, had a business card in 'is gob", Freddy replied.
"You gotta copy of it?", Kitty asked. Freddy handed her a photocopy of what Kitty presumed was the original, then he went back to watching the news. Kitty sat at her desk and looked at the photocopy, it was a deep red background with striking black words across it which read, 'REBEL.8.X'. Kitty frowned and searched her memory for where she'd seen those words before. After a few minutes of no results she turned to her computor and typed in the name REBEL.8.X in her search engine. 3 news reports came up. The first one was just a vandalism spree where the words had been sprayed over town walls, that wasn't where she'd seen it, then there was the days murder. The last was a hacker thing. That was it.
Several weeks back the Law 'N' Co network had been infiltrated and the hard disk wiped clean by someone claiming to work for REBEL.8.X. It was no coincidence that these crimes all had the same codename, they they must have been commited by the same group. Kitty printed off the reports and got up.
"Yo where ya goin' Kit?", Freddy asked, switching the television off.
"I'm gonna dig up Karf", Kitty replied as she breezed out of the door.
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"REBEL.8.X ya say?", Karf asked scratching his bearded chin and taking a swig of cider from his bottle.
"Yeah, have you heard of them?", Kitty asked patiently, her father had called Karf 'a godsend for cops', she had to be patient with him........no matter how hard it was.
"Well, there's a new club opened down the bad side o' town, and a few new flats've been rented out, just 'round the time these crimes started", Karf replied. Kitty frowned, it was a long shot but Karf had always been right before.
"All right, I guess I'm going undercover, Chris is gonna hate this", Kitty sighed.
"Is 'e still givin' ya bother, smack 'im in the mush", Karf suggested.
"Thanks for the marriage counselling but I'm fine", Kitty replied.
"He don't deserve you, ditch 'im and move on", Karf persisted. Kitty bit her lower lip and walked off, hoping to God that she didn't follow Karf's advice.
"Hello beautiful, how about you an' me talk business", a sleazy voice cam from behind her. Kitty glanced over her shoulder and saw a slim, white haired teenager in a silver coloured suit.
"Hi Pietro", she greeted, boy was she glad to see him. He was funny, caring, sweet, sexy (she shouldn't be thinking that!) and a huge flirt, he was miles better than Christopher could ever DREAM of being. Pietro moved into step beside Kitty and gave a a sexy grin. Kitty blushed slightly before Pietro started talking.
"So I take it you heard about Sean?", he asked, referring to his now dead partner in law.
"Yeah, someone claiming to be working for a group who call themselves REBEL.8.X is the culprit", Kitty replied.
"Sad name, what do you suppose the 'X' stands for?", Pietro asked.
"No idea, what about the '8'?", Kitty asked.
"Obvious", Pietro smiled.
"Really? Care to share?", Kitty asked.
"With you? Anything darling", Pietro flirted, "The 8 is probably the number of gang members"
"You're a genius", Kitty said sincerely.
"Thank you my darling, now if you'll excuse me I have a Mount Everest of paperwork to attend to", Pietro said before crossing the road to his office. Kitty took out her notebook and scribbled the words '8 = Gang members'. Then she headed back to the police station to try and dig up some more information.
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"I see the boss's pet finally arrived", Scott said snootily as Pietro strolled through the door, stopping briefly to flirt with the receptionist.
"Morning Mr Summers", Pietro said with a soft jeer in his voice as he passed Scott. Scott bit his tongue to prevent a retort and ignored his comment.
"You ain't still pissed at the guy 'cause he's got a better job than you?", Logan asked, he ran his hand over his chin, bit of stubble, he'd have to nip out during the break to sort it.
"That job should have been mine and everyone knows it", Scott replied.
"Obviously not Mr Xavier", Logan commented. Scott bristled with annoyance, before perking up as his girlfriend walked in.
"CARLA! GET OVER HERE!!", he called waving at her.
"And you wonder why Mr Nice, Quiet and Caring got the job?", Logan smirked as he walked off before Scott could answer.
"Hello", Carla said, giving Scott a swift kiss on the lips. "
What brings you here?", Scott said suggestively.
"Uhuh not here baby, I've come to tell you that I'll be home early today", Carla replied. Scott's face dropped as Carla walked off, his annoyance boosted when he saw Pietro's smug grin.
"Damn", Scott muttered, he was looking forward to having to pick Carla up. That way he could get the number of the brunette playboy model he'd been flirting with last time. He turned his back and so didn't see Pietro talking smoothly with Carla, or the strip of paper that Carla handed to Pietro.
"I'll call you", Pietro promised as Carla walked off. He fingered the phone number before placing it in his shirt pocket.
"Maximoff 1, Summers 0", Pietro smirked before breezing off to his office.
Mr Xavier was sat in his office.
"Good day sir, what can I do for you?", Pietro asked, sometimes he hated talking like that but if it got him places then so be it.
"Sean, and REBEL.8.X, we have become involved, yourself, Logan and Scott shall be working with Katherine Pryde and Frederick Dukes for the next month or so until these fiends have been locked away", Xavier replied.
"Of course, shall we start now?", Pietro asked, he was eager to see Kitty again, even if he did have to share her with that creep Summers.
"Yes, I have left a message in Scott and Logan's office, you will begin work immediately", Xavier ordered before walking out of the room.
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Kitty cringed as she walked into the nightclub, it was dark, noisy and hot. Not her favourite choice of hangouts, but it was part of the job. She walked over to the bar and order a drink, what the hell was she supposed to do?
"Ya new here sugah?", a voice asked, it was a thick southern accent. Kitty glanced at her companion. It was a female teenager, about the same age as her. She was wearing black clothing, a spiked dog collar around her neck and gothic make-up. Her hair was brown with a white streak in it.
"Yeah, I'm new", Kitty replied cautiously, she had a horrible feeling that this girl was going to approach her with drugs.
"Figured, yah ain't with no-one", the girl smiled. "
Well neither are you", Kitty replied, turning to collect her drink.
"Ah'm waitin' for someone, they'll be here in a minute", the girl smirked.
"So sitting on my own is a dead give away for a new person", Kitty asked, genuinely curious.
"Well yah're either new or a loner, and you don't look like a loner sugah", the girl replied, "Bye" Then she got up and left, walking over to a tall teenager who'd just walked in the door. Kitty frowned, she didn't even know that girl's name yet she could swear she recognized her from somewhere.
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Well? Any good, I know load of crap, gotta question. Who were the goth girl and the murderer? Come on it's mega easy.
I don't care if you hate this I'm gonna carry on writing 'cause I'm bored.