1 Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from X Men Evolution. So
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"Why did you drag me into this?" Kurt complained as he followed Kitty down the stairs to the cluttered basement storage area below.
"C'mon it'll be fun Kurt! Who knows what kind of stuff we'll find down here." Kitty answered
"Hopefully no more of Forge's little gadgets." Kurt muttered. "What are we looking for anyway?"
"Professors stamp collection, it'll be like, so totally cool if we find it! I'm sure he's got lots of cool old stamps!" Kitty said as she started rummaging through boxes. The two young mutants rummaged and rummaged but didn't find the stamp collection, they did find several other interesting thing however, like a box of African masks, some cute little babies clothes, and an Eiffel Tower made completely out of glued together toothpicks. Kurt moved a pile of dusty moth eaten blankets and saw something strange behind it. It looked like a coke machine, but it was all metal with no markings on the front or the buttons exept for something imprinted on the front near the top. Kurt reached up and wiped the dust away to reveal a small emblem, a W with a lighting bolt through it.
"Hey Kitty come over here, I found something weird." He called
"You mean something weirder than that hippie hippo music box I just found?" she asked as she came over. "Woa, that is totally weird! Maybe its some old vending machine, you got a quarter?"
"Ja, I wonder if it still works." Kurt said as he put the quarter in the machine and pushed a random button. At first nothing happened, then the machine started to vibrate and electrical bolts could be seen flashing on the inside. Kurt and Kitty stepped back, then Kitty noticed something. "Uh, Kurt? It's not plugged in!" she pointed to the plug, which was laying unused on the floor. Kurt looked at it and back at the machine which was shaking and flashing even more, his face full of alarm. He said "Lets get outta here befo-" He was cut off when a huge flash of light came from the flap at the bottom of the machine, where if it was a regular machine, the coke would come out. The light engulfed them and a swirling vortex sucked them in. Lights flashed all around, everything was spinning, in the pandemonium Kurt and Kitty grabbed eachother's hands, both were screaming. As fast as it had come, the swirling lights and spinning stopped, but Kurt and Kitty were not where they started.
They let go of eachother and stared around at their surroundings. They were no longer in the Mansion's basement, they were in the remains of a basement. There was charred rubble all around, the entire place looked like it had been hit by a fire immediately succeeded by a demolition crew. Kurt morphed them out of the hole that used to be the basement onto the ground level.
"Wh-Where are we?" Kitty said quietly, her voice high with fright.
"I don't know." Kurt answered. "Look over there!" he pointed with one fuzzy blue finger at a distorted metal chunk on the ground. It was warped and melted, but it was clear what it used to be: One of the professor's wheelchair wheels.
"Oh my god" Kitty said in shock as she held up the misshapen metal "X". Kurt grabbed her arm and she jumped and dropped the thing. Kurt whispered, "Shhhh! Whats that over there look!" They looked, coming towards them through the wreckage was something unseen, but they could see the movement of the ashes stirred up by it's feet, like a freak wind moving low over the ground. Suddenly there was a man standing there, brown hair, black trenchcoat, black clothes, scarred face, blind eye. Then they also heard the noises pursuing him, men's voices, angry voices, coming quickly nearer. Three big men charged into sight, all carrying clubs, all with harmful intentions. The scar faced man turned and watched them run towards him, his face not showing even the faintest hint of expression. Kitty and Kurt gasped in horror as the three men closed in on the fourth, their clubs raised, but when the agressors were only feet away, three clear gunshots were heard from behind the men, and all three fell instantly, bullet holes drilled in their backs. The scar faced man nodded to his rescuer, and Kurt and Kitty gasped again when they saw who it was. A shapely woman holstered her handgun, she wore sexy black leather clothes, had short dark hair with two white streaks in front. It was 25 year old Rouge, with a gun, and a new attitude.
"Why did you drag me into this?" Kurt complained as he followed Kitty down the stairs to the cluttered basement storage area below.
"C'mon it'll be fun Kurt! Who knows what kind of stuff we'll find down here." Kitty answered
"Hopefully no more of Forge's little gadgets." Kurt muttered. "What are we looking for anyway?"
"Professors stamp collection, it'll be like, so totally cool if we find it! I'm sure he's got lots of cool old stamps!" Kitty said as she started rummaging through boxes. The two young mutants rummaged and rummaged but didn't find the stamp collection, they did find several other interesting thing however, like a box of African masks, some cute little babies clothes, and an Eiffel Tower made completely out of glued together toothpicks. Kurt moved a pile of dusty moth eaten blankets and saw something strange behind it. It looked like a coke machine, but it was all metal with no markings on the front or the buttons exept for something imprinted on the front near the top. Kurt reached up and wiped the dust away to reveal a small emblem, a W with a lighting bolt through it.
"Hey Kitty come over here, I found something weird." He called
"You mean something weirder than that hippie hippo music box I just found?" she asked as she came over. "Woa, that is totally weird! Maybe its some old vending machine, you got a quarter?"
"Ja, I wonder if it still works." Kurt said as he put the quarter in the machine and pushed a random button. At first nothing happened, then the machine started to vibrate and electrical bolts could be seen flashing on the inside. Kurt and Kitty stepped back, then Kitty noticed something. "Uh, Kurt? It's not plugged in!" she pointed to the plug, which was laying unused on the floor. Kurt looked at it and back at the machine which was shaking and flashing even more, his face full of alarm. He said "Lets get outta here befo-" He was cut off when a huge flash of light came from the flap at the bottom of the machine, where if it was a regular machine, the coke would come out. The light engulfed them and a swirling vortex sucked them in. Lights flashed all around, everything was spinning, in the pandemonium Kurt and Kitty grabbed eachother's hands, both were screaming. As fast as it had come, the swirling lights and spinning stopped, but Kurt and Kitty were not where they started.
They let go of eachother and stared around at their surroundings. They were no longer in the Mansion's basement, they were in the remains of a basement. There was charred rubble all around, the entire place looked like it had been hit by a fire immediately succeeded by a demolition crew. Kurt morphed them out of the hole that used to be the basement onto the ground level.
"Wh-Where are we?" Kitty said quietly, her voice high with fright.
"I don't know." Kurt answered. "Look over there!" he pointed with one fuzzy blue finger at a distorted metal chunk on the ground. It was warped and melted, but it was clear what it used to be: One of the professor's wheelchair wheels.
"Oh my god" Kitty said in shock as she held up the misshapen metal "X". Kurt grabbed her arm and she jumped and dropped the thing. Kurt whispered, "Shhhh! Whats that over there look!" They looked, coming towards them through the wreckage was something unseen, but they could see the movement of the ashes stirred up by it's feet, like a freak wind moving low over the ground. Suddenly there was a man standing there, brown hair, black trenchcoat, black clothes, scarred face, blind eye. Then they also heard the noises pursuing him, men's voices, angry voices, coming quickly nearer. Three big men charged into sight, all carrying clubs, all with harmful intentions. The scar faced man turned and watched them run towards him, his face not showing even the faintest hint of expression. Kitty and Kurt gasped in horror as the three men closed in on the fourth, their clubs raised, but when the agressors were only feet away, three clear gunshots were heard from behind the men, and all three fell instantly, bullet holes drilled in their backs. The scar faced man nodded to his rescuer, and Kurt and Kitty gasped again when they saw who it was. A shapely woman holstered her handgun, she wore sexy black leather clothes, had short dark hair with two white streaks in front. It was 25 year old Rouge, with a gun, and a new attitude.