Rouge went up to the scar faced man and said, "Deadshot, shoot your enemies
yourself next time! I don't like using up my ammo." Deadshot isn't paying
attention to her, he turns his half-gaze towards Kurt and Kitty, Rouge
turns to see what he's looking at and her jaw drops in surprise. She says,
"Kurt? Kitty? Is it really you?" Kurt answers, "Ja! Of course it's
us…Rouge? What's going on?" Rouge said in wonderment and suspicion, "But
how? You two disappeared ten years ago!"
"What?!" Kitty exclaimed, "Ok this is getting like, so totally freaky!" Deadshot's quiet, cold, flat voice cut into their conversation, " This is all very interesting, however, I suggest we leave quickly, more will come" he motions to the three dead men. Right on cue, a black van with tinted windows zooms towards them and screeches to a stop beside them. The driver's side window rolls down revealing a Hispanic young man with a muscular build, loosely slicked back black hair with a white stripe running down it, like a skunk's. He says with a Spanish accent, "Hurry up comrades, there's a whole mob of angry guys comein' and they're out for inhuman blood!"
"Come with us you two." Rouge ordered as she opened the sliding door to the van and got in, followed by Deadshot. Kitty and Kurt looked at each other and climbed in also.
Once they were all safely within the van's spacious interior and zooming down the road, Rouge turned to Kitty and demanded, "Ok, what's this all about?" Kitty sighed and proceeded to explain all she could understand about what had happened to her and Kurt. When she had finally finished Deadshot stated, "A time machine. It is possible."
"Ah guess we have to believe it. You two sure did miss a lot." Rouge said. Kurt exclaimed, starting to get hysterical, "Ja! No kidding! What has it been you said? Ten years?! What happened to the Institute? Where's the professor?! What happened?! Ich will Meinen Gott seines alle verrückte jetzt gleich wissen!" The driver answered, "¡Córtelo con el amigo alemán! ¡Calme! Calm down man! I'm trying to drive here, Rouge'll give you a summary right Rouge?"
"Ahll right Stinky, Ah'll tell them, you two aren't going to like this." Rouge sighed and took a deep breath, "After you two disappeared ten years ago, something went terribly wrong. The government went completely anit- mutant somehow, and started, and still is, changing from democracy to totalitarianism(for those of you that aren't coners, it's just basically bad.) The wrong people got in power, it was lahke a holocaust, it still is. Somehow they found us out, the professor was killed, along with most of the new mutants, and the Manor was destroyed. They ahlso found the brotherhood, Magneto was killed, an' Lance an' Todd an' even Wanda. Ah don't know what happened to Pietro or Mistique. As for the rest of us, some of us took different views, snapped into reality, Scott especially. But some kept the professors old foolish views and broke off and formed a new team, now all they do is get in our way and try to make peace with the humans!" she laughs bitterly at this. Kurt and Kitty's eyes are as wide as they can go, and their mouths are hanging open with shock, their faces pale. Rouge continued, "But Scott saw the truth: That mutants will never be accepted, it's either us or them and we choose us! He formed a new group, called the New Mutanthood, our group." Stinky cut in, "And here's our base!" They had pulled up to a large, impending building. Rouge guided the still dazed Kurt and Kitty out the van and up the front steps. Deadshot brushed past them and opened the large double doors and strode into the high-ceilinged great room within. He walked briskly over to the metal high backed chair at the far side of the large room, and bent over to whisper in the ear of it's occupant, while Rouge pushed Kurt and Kitty through the doors, and closed the doors behind her. Kurt and Kitty gazed around in wonderment and fear, everything in this future was so strange and sinister. The professor dead, and so many others, the manor gone, the government in a stage of chaos! Kitty was still too stunned to cry for the loss, and Kurt was too scared (I would be too.) A loud "WHAT?" was heard from the chair across the room, and it turned around to show who was sitting in it. It was Scott, ten years older, dressed all in black leather armor, iron spikes, chains, the whole evil guy attire. His face was changed too. Gone was all the caring responsibility, the understanding and friendliness. All there was left was a merciless, unkind, spiteful face with a cruel glint in his eye.
"What?!" Kitty exclaimed, "Ok this is getting like, so totally freaky!" Deadshot's quiet, cold, flat voice cut into their conversation, " This is all very interesting, however, I suggest we leave quickly, more will come" he motions to the three dead men. Right on cue, a black van with tinted windows zooms towards them and screeches to a stop beside them. The driver's side window rolls down revealing a Hispanic young man with a muscular build, loosely slicked back black hair with a white stripe running down it, like a skunk's. He says with a Spanish accent, "Hurry up comrades, there's a whole mob of angry guys comein' and they're out for inhuman blood!"
"Come with us you two." Rouge ordered as she opened the sliding door to the van and got in, followed by Deadshot. Kitty and Kurt looked at each other and climbed in also.
Once they were all safely within the van's spacious interior and zooming down the road, Rouge turned to Kitty and demanded, "Ok, what's this all about?" Kitty sighed and proceeded to explain all she could understand about what had happened to her and Kurt. When she had finally finished Deadshot stated, "A time machine. It is possible."
"Ah guess we have to believe it. You two sure did miss a lot." Rouge said. Kurt exclaimed, starting to get hysterical, "Ja! No kidding! What has it been you said? Ten years?! What happened to the Institute? Where's the professor?! What happened?! Ich will Meinen Gott seines alle verrückte jetzt gleich wissen!" The driver answered, "¡Córtelo con el amigo alemán! ¡Calme! Calm down man! I'm trying to drive here, Rouge'll give you a summary right Rouge?"
"Ahll right Stinky, Ah'll tell them, you two aren't going to like this." Rouge sighed and took a deep breath, "After you two disappeared ten years ago, something went terribly wrong. The government went completely anit- mutant somehow, and started, and still is, changing from democracy to totalitarianism(for those of you that aren't coners, it's just basically bad.) The wrong people got in power, it was lahke a holocaust, it still is. Somehow they found us out, the professor was killed, along with most of the new mutants, and the Manor was destroyed. They ahlso found the brotherhood, Magneto was killed, an' Lance an' Todd an' even Wanda. Ah don't know what happened to Pietro or Mistique. As for the rest of us, some of us took different views, snapped into reality, Scott especially. But some kept the professors old foolish views and broke off and formed a new team, now all they do is get in our way and try to make peace with the humans!" she laughs bitterly at this. Kurt and Kitty's eyes are as wide as they can go, and their mouths are hanging open with shock, their faces pale. Rouge continued, "But Scott saw the truth: That mutants will never be accepted, it's either us or them and we choose us! He formed a new group, called the New Mutanthood, our group." Stinky cut in, "And here's our base!" They had pulled up to a large, impending building. Rouge guided the still dazed Kurt and Kitty out the van and up the front steps. Deadshot brushed past them and opened the large double doors and strode into the high-ceilinged great room within. He walked briskly over to the metal high backed chair at the far side of the large room, and bent over to whisper in the ear of it's occupant, while Rouge pushed Kurt and Kitty through the doors, and closed the doors behind her. Kurt and Kitty gazed around in wonderment and fear, everything in this future was so strange and sinister. The professor dead, and so many others, the manor gone, the government in a stage of chaos! Kitty was still too stunned to cry for the loss, and Kurt was too scared (I would be too.) A loud "WHAT?" was heard from the chair across the room, and it turned around to show who was sitting in it. It was Scott, ten years older, dressed all in black leather armor, iron spikes, chains, the whole evil guy attire. His face was changed too. Gone was all the caring responsibility, the understanding and friendliness. All there was left was a merciless, unkind, spiteful face with a cruel glint in his eye.