whoa; havnt updated in a LONG time. wow. well i guess i cant just let this strory die... ah well. waring this is kind of a bloody chapter. im just writing as i go too so i have no idea where this story is going. any suggestions would be cool. also disclaimer, none of the marvel characters belong to me...:(.
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Zillah exhaled akwardly. The silence was deffning, and neither of them were showing any signs of being the first to break it. She knew that she no long held any romatic intrests in Bobby, but there was still this unsaid barrier of uneasiness between them. So much had happened between them. There was much that had been said, and even more that had not been.
Bobby fidgited with the corner of the bed sheet for a moment. He knew he had interupted a moment between John and Zillah, but what he needed to discusses couldn't wait any longer. It was time to put right what had happened years ago. War was on the horizen, but that was no excuse. He needed to stop running from his past, for both his sake and hers.
Zillah. I'm sorry. Bobby raised his eyes for the first time since walking in. He looked into dual pools of ebony and refused to let himself turn away.
Zillah opened her mouth to protest, but he raised his hand. Please, before you say anything....please just hear me out. Then you say anything you want; scream at me even. I probably deserve whatever's comming, but for now just....let me try and explain.
Zillah expression didn't soften any, but she remained silent.
Bobby nodded. He ran his hands up the side of his face and through his golden hair. God, where do I begin. Do you remeber the Okinawa.....incedent?
Zillah flinched.
I still dream about that night.....

100 meters off the coast of Okinawa, Japan two years ago.....
 The base was located deep under the ocean's solid bedrock. Almost a mile undergound was the largest illegal, yet government funded mutant testing facility of the century with an estimated 330 mutant test subjects and prisoners. Their task, although of the highest priority and importance, was simplistic in nature. Commendeir the the base and free the prisoners. Nothing could have prepared them for what really happened that night.
Wanda! Behind you! Betsy barely had enough time to dodge the fresh onslought of bullets from yet another security team as they emerged from the halographic walls. There was a scream, and the sickningly wet sound of bullets penatrating flesh. There was no deathly thump as the mutant formily known as Scarlet Witch hit the ground. How could there be; too many other bodies littered the floor, cushening her fall.
The women known as Psylocke gave enraged battle cry and charged into the fray of armed guards, not caring if she got shot or not. After mearly ten minuites, the dozen of men were lying on the floor dead; either from a nervouse system or primary cortex shut down- casued by her ethreal blades, or snapped necks and shattered spines.
Even as perfected a fighter as she was, Psylocke had been shot three times. Once in the right theigh, once in the left sholder, and once in stomache which now began to bleed freely. She gripped her middle to try and slow the bleeding while crawling to where the body of her best friend lay As she drew near, she found that Wanda wasn't dead. She made a slight gurgling nosise as she struggled to take breaths of air into her lungs- which she knew must be atleast half filled with fluid by now.
Psylocke slumped down next to her and stroked her forehead, wiping what blood she could off her face. Wanda's eyes fluttered openat the touch, and her lips began moving, though almost no sound came out.
............wounds....vital.....suffer too long...please.......end......please....
Betsy closed her own eyes and shook her head. She knew what Wanda was asking. There was no way she was going to survive with the wounds she had, but none had hit her in any vital areas. Her death was eminet, but it was going to take her hours to either bleed to death, or drown in her own blood. She turned back to Wanda who was still staring at her.
Wanda's body gave a sudden shudder and she let out a weakend moan. A trickle of blood began to seep out of her left nostril.
Betsy reached for her hand and grasped it. Her own middle throbbed with the fire of the bullet wound, but she knew she was no where close to what Wanda was feeling. She gave Wanda's hand a sudden squeeze and felt a single tear slide down her cheek. ....forgive me.
Wanda let her eyes close and a soft, sad smile lingered on her lips. Her body seemed to relax a little and she mumbled softly. ..thank you...Betsy.
Betsy clenched Wanda's hand even harder, not caring if she hurt her any more of not. Drawing her free hand back, she concentraed her energies into the form of her first weapon. The magenta psyonic energies swirled around her fist and formed into a single conic shape of dancing energy. With just the slightest instant of hesitation, Betsy pulled her fist back even further, then jammed the ethreal weapon into the side of Wanda's head, not stopping until her fist came into contact with the Scarlet Witch's right temple.
Wanda's body gave a violent shudder, but her eyes remained closed. Her mouth opened but no sound came out, then she went deathly still.
Betsy held her hand for a moment longer then foldered her comrad's hands across her chest. She mumbled what could have been a few lines of a prayer, then forced herself to stand up. Her body screamed in protest, and her right leg almost gave out, but she willed herself to stand. If she too was going to die in this wretched place, she would die on her feet, fighting, and undoubtable taking someone else down with her.
She looked around at what used to be one of the security post and closed her eyes. The floor was littered with bodies- mostly human security, but there were bodies belonging to some Legion memebers as well. There were four teams dispatched into the facility to secure it. Nearly fourty Legion memebers in all, including some from both outter and inner circles, like herself. Ghost had come along as well, so had Kali and her boyfriend Bobby, though where they were she didn't know anymore, proably somewhere deeper in the complex.
Betsy struggled to make her way across to the main control pannel. It was more difficult then it seemed, as she had to pick her way across the floor. She didn't care if she stepped on the broken bodies of the dead security men, but she carefully avoided the bodies of her teammates. Her entire team was dead, all eight of them. They had taken care of the five security teams of men that were there, but no one expected the three additional teams of anti-mutant defence soliders that had appeared; all of them armed with weapons that were undoubtly illegaly created for mass mutant annnilation.
She pushed the thought out of her mind, and had barely reached the control panel when the floor beneth her feet gave a violent lurch, followed by a deffning rummble and the sound of screaming metal. The shaking continued for a brief minuite, then the sound of sirens and alams filled the nearly lifeless room. Somewhere else something very bad had happened.
Betsy was about to sit down when she heard the nosie in behind her. At first she though it was another strange weapon being fired, and was about to fling herslef behind the near by councle, but then realized it sounded all to familiar.
her voice was raspy and weaker then she intended.
The orchid colored mutant nearly fell through her own portal. Betsy saw the drying blood that ran down half her entire body from a large gash in head and two in her side.
Blink stumbled for a few seconds then regained her balance. Psylocke was the only one still left from team C. She quickly gazed around the room and closed her eyes. It was the same throughout the entire facility, so much had gone wrong.
Betsy...quick. I can't hold the portal open for very long...I'm too weak. Everyone...... her voice faltered for a second They're topside, this is the last...some fucking bastared ......self destruct...
Betsy limped as quickly as she could towards Blink. Her vison was beginning to darken and her head was swimming. She was a little more worse for wear then she thought. As she stepped through the portal, she found herself in the middle of the Ireland estae, house number one. She nearly collapsed into a pair of pale arms, and moments later there was a muffled whum' as Blink hit the floor next to her, apparently barly able to make it trhough her own portal. The portal almost instanly slammed shut behind them. Blink had gone unconcious.
Betsy barely managed to look up into Domino's tragic expression before the world fadded away as she slumped down completly unconcious.

Zillah woke up screaming. The last thing she had remebered was Ghost shoving her out of the way as a large gun was fired. Hundreds of what looked like long thick pieces of metal struck him. The shrapnel should have torn a normal mutant apart,but Ghost's body refused to fall apart.; his own healing mutation was bearly able to hold himself together as he was basically stapled to the wall from the momentem of the weapon. A thin sheet of blood almost intantly began to floor from his unmoving form. Enraged, Zillah flung her dimonand katana at the man, and he too was thrown back agasint the far wall. Her own shimmering sword holding him a few feet off the floor from the position between his eyes. From across the room Bobby was screaming her name, but she hardly had time to turn around as the large iron bludgeon hit her in the head. She didn't remeber anything after that.
She turned to her left and saw Bobby lying in a bed next to her. His middle was bandaged heavily, as was his head and left leg. She was about to call out to him when she heard the familiar clicking of heels advancing towards her. She turned and found Kali walking into the infermerfy. She looked disheavled and drained, a drastic changed from her always flawless appearance. Zillah could only watch as Kali sat down at the foot of her bed. Her expression was tired, but there was so much sorrorw written on her face it almost made her heart break.
Kali...what happened...Ghost... Zillah's own voice was cracked and weak.
Kali didn't reply for a few seconds, and to Zillah thoes seconds were the longest in the world. Ghost is going to be alright Zillah, he's still...being worked on. You'r the first to wake up; Bobby brought you back.
Zillah was about to ask about Bobby, but Kali was going on. Bobby will be fine too, with much rest and time.
Did anyone......how... Zillah couldn't bring herself to say it outloud.
For the first time since Zillah had known her, Kali let tears slip down her face. She was the strongest women Zillah knew, and for her to be crying....
Zillah, you, Ghost, Bobby, Blink, Betsy, and Paige....were the only ones that came back, and barely at all. Betsy, Blink, they say they should wake up in the next week or month, but Paige might not wake up at all. And, everyone else..... Kali suddenly stood up and headed towards the door. Zillah didn't call after her, she coudln't. She coudln't feel her body anymore anyway. They had all died. Everyone was gone. The Legion was the only family she had ever known, and out of the 45 that had gone to Okinawa base, only 7 had come home. Zillah closed her eyes and let the tears come. Once they started she found that they didn't stop. Zillah sobbed herself into a dreamless sleep that night. Everything had gone wrong.