(Disclaimer: X-Men are copyright to Marvel)
A/N: this story was started as an assignment in English where we were supposed to write of a time when we were frightened. i didn't want to tell a real event so she said we could make up something. thus the following madness occurred. also it's more a mix of the movie chars and the cartoon chars.
"The Guardian"
By: Lonestrider
Prologue
"Time to wake up the kid, Pete."
"You got your gun ready to fire in case of trouble?" What the...whose voices are those? I fight the urge to bolt from my b-,wait this isn't my bed. Where am I? I open my eyes a slit, then wide open as a clammy, wet hand touches my shoulder. I fly out of the bed, moving only on instinct as my legs propel me towards the door.
"Pete! Shoot her with the tranqu-." The man's voice is cut off as the door slams behind me. I keep running, stopping only when I find a safe hiding place to catch my breath. I think I'm far enough away, so I pause to gather my senses. Around me all I see is cold, dark steel with deep rust stains and-wait. That isn't rust. I move closer to the wall in the dim flourescent glow. It's blood. What kind of place is this? I think frantically, aware that I must be miles from home. Out of the corner of my eye I see movement. My only reaction is hardly noticable while, as I pretend to study the wall, I slowly reach for a heavy pipe leaning against the wall. As I grasp the cold, smooth metal, I hear a scream of fear and pain nearby. I swing the lead pipe as hard as I can. When it makes contact, it is with a man who must be over nine feet tall. Terrified I release my grip on the pipe which he has caught in his hand. I stare in shock and amazement as he crushes it effortlessly. His entire body is gleaming steel, or at least what I can see of it, with gunmetal eyes. He leans forward as if he is going to eat me.
"Welcome to the future." he says, foul, rank breath washing over me, as consciousness slips away.