A/N: Still don't own X-Men or anything else that is in the Marvel Universe neither do is the Dragon Ball Z franchise and all of its affiliates under my possession. I'm just a simple guy that is trying to get along in the world.
Four Days Later...
Location: Classified;
Somewhere in the middle of Canada
"Radio silence from here on out. No one makes a move until Angel does."
"You know, just because I was given enhanced mutant powers by Apocalypse doesn't mean I should be the designated heavy hitter."
"Shut it now! We need every advantage that we can get to even survive."
Inside Sinister's Compound...
"Yes, I also believe that Osborn will become a problem soon. His outburst today proved that his ideals are materialistic and has no real plans down the road as you do."
"..."
"Oh no, he may want to attack me in some sort of revenge for wasting his money, but his associates won't let him. He has to keep that public image of his or else he will be locked up again."
"..."
"Oh yes, I'm definitely expecting a retaliation from him. But I can handle any hit teams or his so called "Avengers" that he has. His pride will make him sloppy and he'll come in without a clear head."
"..."
"Help? Who would help Norman Osborn?"
BOOM!
I whipped around, disbelief on my face until a metal streak flew through the cloud of dust and slammed me into the far wall. My head was reeling from the blow and I had white splotches in my vision for a few seconds. I then heard several pop, pop, pops of a gun going off and felt the pieces of accelerated metal pierce my body in multiple places. I was finally able to push the weight holding me against the wall away with an energy projection. I fell to the ground then and caught myself on my hands and knees, just in time to redirect the open maw of a werewolf that was heading for my face. As my hands pushed it away though the almost silent song of metal slicing through the air caught my ears, and in the next second a blade stabbed deep into my right side, just missing a lung. A tall Native American-like man stood next to me and his eyes widened slightly when he saw that he missed the target. He pulled the blade out and flipped it backwards in his palm preparing to slice my neck open. Luckily I was able to hit him with a psychic blast that lifted him off the ground and back towards the entrance. He disappeared in the makeshift entrance as I heard a voice yell.
"WOLVERINE!"
I whipped my head towards the tanks and saw a young girl with metal claws coming out of her hands. She stood in front of the tanks staring at them in horror and Wolverine suddenly appeared next to her, the same look could be seen, even with a different mask on.
"What the heck are you doing Sinister?"
"That's none of your business Wolverine!" I yelled exerting my telekinesis and throwing useless consoles at them. In their surprise they were pushed back, enough for me to make it halfway to them. As I was about to send another volley of useless objects I was attacked again by the Werewolf girl biting into my shoulder.
I cried out from the pain and ripped her off of me by grasping her throat. A surprised yip escaped her and she turned back into her human form. This Scottish looking girl was completely naked like the day she was born. I took this in at a glance and then tossed her aside like the other.
The sound of metal flying past me had me hesitate, which saved my life as the feathers embedded into the ground in front of me. I snatched them up and threw them back at the metallic Angel in the air, when he dodged them I quickly ripped that part of the ceiling down on his head. He didn't even see the chunks of rocks as they slammed into his head.
I finally reached the panels in front of the test tubes and rapidly punched in the coordinates to send them to another facility that I had. Right before I hit the final latitude, longitude number a shadow fell over me. I instinctively dodged to my right and heard the unmistakable sound of a glass being embedded into glass.
But that wasn't why my blood ran cold, and goose bumps, for the first time in my life, ran along my body.
The blade that the Native American had dug into the tube was so long that it pierced the side stomach of the occupant inside.
His eyes were open.
And he was screaming at the top of his lungs.
So three chapters...any criticism? Any responses? Anything at all? You want me to get a life? You want me to do something special? You in on the action? Yeah so do I... :D