Me: Well I'm back, good news is I managed to lose the Hulk in Antartica, and the even better news is I managed to get Deadpool frozen for good measure, these were his last words
Deadpool: Kioyuki Oniga doesn't own the X-men, he does own the OCs in this fic. I leave everything to my little yellow boxes, go Dodgers, Tony Stark for President
Me: The bad news is he didn't stay frozen
Deadpool: Yo, I'm back, even got ya a present (holds out gift)
Me: Wow, thanks (opens it), err Deadpool, this is Doctor Dooms mask
Deadpool: Yea, and?
Me: Well, isn't he going to be very ticked at whoever's stolen it?
Deadpool: Hey, I aint the one holding it
)Me: Here take it back (shoves box at Deadpool(
Deadpool: Hey, you can't give back gifts
Me: Screw the rules I have money
Deadpool: Really?
Me: Well I will once I kill you and collect the insurance
Deadpool: Oh good point
Dr Doom: WHO DARES STEAL FROM DOOM?!
Me: RUN!
Just time for my to thank all the people who've reviewed so far, I really appreciate it and it always helps when I'm writing an update
Chapter 4: Bump in the night
After several days of continuously cloudy sky, you didn't need to have Storms powers to know that it was going to rain. What no-one did know was what they'd expected to be a minor downpour become a typhoon in the space of a few minutes.
Rogue was sitting next to the window in her room, watching the water cascading down form the sky outside as Kitty phased in through the closed door
"Man, I'm glad I'm not out in that". At the same moment Kurt teleported in, dripping wet
"Man am I glad I'm out of the rain" he said, shaking like a dog to dry himself off, not realising he'd teleported into the wrong room. Then he looked around and saw a soaked Rogue and Kitty, neither looking very pleased
"Oh, I must be in the wrong room" he said sheepishly before quickly teleporting out of the room before either girl could get her hands on the blue elf.
Down in the lab Dr Risman and Beast could hear the pattering of the rain and the booming thunder in the sky above them, the vibrations making the test tubes and notebooks rattle on the units they were precariously balanced on. Deciding to ignore the distraction, the two scientists pressed on with their work
"You're really a big fan of my work? I didn't think it was so important" Beast said, checking a sample through the lens of a microscope
"Definitely, if it hadn't been for your thesis on cloning and duplicating genetic structures I wouldn't have been able to create her" Dr Risman replied, then realised Beast definitely wouldn't take what she'd just said as a compliment
"I mean, your thesis was invaluable, it also helped me develop some of the painkillers and drugs HYDRA used when she was put through the adamantium, she wouldn't have survived without them, you've helped her more than I did" she told him. He straightened up and looked directly at her
"You've helped set her free, helped to take down HYDRA, let her live a normal childhood, don't sell yourself short Doctor" he replied sincerely
"Actually it wasn't just me, Hellblade helped a lot as well, he really cared about her, always stood up for her whenever she failed or slipped up, he was always there for her as much as HYRDA let him, he treated her like a child long before I even thought about helping her escape" she said honestly, looking down at the floor
"He looked out for her? Then why's he after her now?" Beast asked, Logan hadn't told him or the X-men any of this
"Who knows, he was hired by HYDRA to train her, he's a mercenary first and foremost, maybe it's the money or he's just curious to see what effect all his training's had on her, seeing if his investment in her was a good choice of his time" she said
"Sometimes I wonder if she'll ever be free of her past" she said softly
"With you here to help, I know she will" Beast reassured her, their hands creeping closer and closer together….
When suddenly a damp blue elf appeared and landed right on top of them
"Oh man, I got it wrong again" Kurt groaned before vanishing as quickly as he'd arrived. Both doctos burst out laughing
"Is it always this crazy here?" Risman asked
"Pretty much, this is a slow day Dr Risman" he replied
"Please, call me Sarah" she said
"Only if you'll call me Hank" Beast replied
"O.K, Hank" she replied, both smiling at one another
As the stormy night grew from dark blue to pitch black visibility outside fell to almost nothing, the lightning that arched through the sky lighting up the storm wrecked grounds for a second, showing the massive puddles and casting the trees and statues into pools of dark shadows. If Rogue wasn't preoccupied with drying herself off from Kurt's sudden appearance she might have noticed a dark shape darting from statue to statue in the flashes of lightning, getting closer and closer to the grounds with every lightning bolt that illuminated the sky.
Up in their room on the second floor Bobby and Bryce were relaxing, trying to keep their minds of the storm raging outside. They were watching a horror movie to try and stave off the boredom of being confined to the Institute, it wasn't working.
"Man, don't they ever get it, going to the window's a bad idea" Bobby said as one of the characters went to the window, only to be grabbed by the monster, dragged outside, and brutally murdered.
"I think it's the main thing wrong with horror movies, they know it's a bad idea and they still go do it, you'd think they never watched horror movies in their world" Bryce said, shovelling popcorn into his mouth, as another flash of lighting lit up the sky Holly walked into the room
"What's up guys?" she asked, sitting down on the end of Bryce's bed and helping herself to popcorn
"The movies dullsville and I wish Storm would just get rid of this storm so we can get to sleep" Bryce told her, snatching the popcorn back from his teammate
"Yea tell me about it, it's like a typhoon out there" Bobby said, getting up and walking over to the window, opening it a crack to let some fresh air in without drowning them all in rainwater. At that moment two things happened at almost the exact same time. Someone in the movie screamed at the top of their lungs, making Bobby turn back around to look at the TV set.
A millisecond later, a pair of black gloved hands reached in under the window and shoved it upwards, hitting the top of its frame with a bang, as Bobby turned back around to the window all he saw was a black figure and a glinting object sailing through the air towards him. It buried itself in his shoulder and twisted around, making the ice mutant black out form the pain. As he slumped to the floor Holly screamed and Bryce leapt up from his bed, meaning to go to Bobby's aid. He managed to take one footstep forwards by the time Bobbys attacker had cleared the distance between them and was upon him. Bryce went to unwrap his hands but the figure clicked its fingers and Bryce blinked instinctively. When he'd opened his eyes he saw four faint red lines on his arms, just starting to drip blood, dumbfounded he looked up at the figure who twirled the glinting object around and slammed it into the back of his head, with a grunt he too dropped to the floor.
Holly instinctively turned around and made for the door only for the figure to turn and hurl the glinting object at her. It flew past her and struck the door, the force of the impact slamming it shut. When she looked at it she saw it was a scimitar, a curved Arabic sword, the point of which had buried itself in the door lock, sealing the only way out of the room. Too panicked to even think of using her mutant powers she grabbed the nearest thing she could, a long crucifix from the catholic mutants table and stood to face the figure.
It stepped forwards and she saw that it was in fact a he, a boy who looked a few years older than her, around 17 or 18, with long black hair tied in a ponytail, very dark eyes that seemed almost black and extremely pale skin, he was dressed in a black shirt and trousers with a long black cloak, which flapped in the wind from the open window and was holding another scimitar in his hand. He smiled for a second and she saw two fangs in his mouth. Strangely her first thought was if he'd been wearing normal clothes, he'd fit right in at the music store at the mall, maybe in the rock and metal section. Her second thought was he looked like he was right out of the vampire movie her two friends had been watching before this real life undead had showed up and taken them out
"Stay back!" she warned, brandishing the crucifix and waving it in front of her like a sword. The boy sighed, as if he'd gone through this many times before
"Do you really think that's going to help you?" he asked, not sounding sarcastic or mocking, but inquisitive and a little impatient, like he had some other place to be instead of dealing with her
He walked right towards her and she backed up as far as she could until she had her back pressed against the wall. The boy reached out and rested the tip of the scimitar against the sword, then flicked it around and neatly sliced off a small piece of the crucifix, he did it again, and again and again, until he'd cut the crucifix down until the hilt Holly was holding in her hand was all that was left
"A word of advice, if you have powers, use them next time" he told her before twirling the scimitar around and smacking her in the side of the head with the flat of the blade. As she slipped to the floor he darted forward and grabbed her. Lifting her up he carried her to the bed and placed her in it, moving the pillows to support her head and even tucked her in
"Pleasant dreams my lady" he whispered softly before dragging the emotionless forms of Bobby and Bryce out of sight.
He walked over to retrieve his other scimitar form the door, set the TV to stand by, switched off the light and left the room, walking cautiously down the hallway, in search of his target, and the one he so desperately wanted revenge against
In the next chapter – As Hellblade makes his way through the mansion Logan and the senior X-men realise they're under attack But is it too late for one southern belle?
To be conutinued please review, if I survive Dooms wrath I'll see you at the next chaper, and away I go...