Alright, I'm just experimenting here so don't really expect an update… I'm seeing what I can still do… and what I can't…
Even the best of the best are vulnerable at times, so this made the Boy Wonderful even more vulnerable as he slept in the comfort of the spare room at Mount Justice. He had gone there to avoid Batman for the night, seeing the arguments the two were neck deep in. Richard knew if he stayed around his mentor much more, he'd end up drowning.
He wasn't truly a superhero, seeing his lack of 'powers' like the others; no, he was just a hero and one hell of a hero at that. He had his head and heart in the right place, but he was young and distracted as most adolescents were. He was stronger than most of his superhero equals, but that didn't make him super, no matter how much he wanted to be. While conscious, he could defend himself pretty well for a little while, but at night, he was as vulnerable as a turtle on its back in the desert sun.
Trapped in the void of dreams where he had powers and parents to match, Richard was oblivious to the sharp crack that sounded through the pitch black room. A figure crept silently through the room on all fours, its prehensiled tail's blade as sharp as ever. The only thing visible about this creature was its golden eyes that shown through the dark like a forewarning to anyone who saw it in time. Richard wasn't one of the people who saw it in time though. The creature didn't necessarily have ill intentions, but he didn't have the nicest of plots in mind.
He traced the blade of his tail lightly against Richard's exposed shoulder, getting the boy to turn on his shoulder in irritance and rub at his shoulder. The creature took that moment to quickly stab the exposed hand with a small needle no longer than his holographic pinky. Richard didn't notice and took no pain from the prick, much to the creature's delight. The needle was slipped from sight and a fanged grin shone through the room brightly.
"Danke, mein freund. Auf Wiedersehen," the creature whispered in a deep German before a sharp crack echoed through the room, spreading the foreign brimstone smell.
Richard crinkled his nose unconsciously and turned around, the edge of his middle finger beginning to itch horribly. Unbeknownst to him, foreign toxins over took his body and ran amok through his blood stream, while his dreams continued on about flying with angel like wings, pursuing his parents swiftly.
Inspired by a strange puncture wound I have at the base of my middle finger. It doesn't hurt and I don't remember getting it, but it kinda itches and I was like 'Heh, I could try to turn this into a crossover fic… try anyway'.
So, I saw X-Men First Class last night! Nearly died of happiness. Mystique looked GORGEOUS and Azazel (whose name I've been saying wrong for the longest time) was super sexy. I hate how they messed up Beast and gave him those awkward feet, but I entertained my brother and his friend by naming every mutant who came on the screen and told them if they died or not. They loved it. So, review and tell me what you think of this XME/YJ crossover?
-F.J.