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get blood from a stone. Any likeness of
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Authors
Note: Just
to let people know this story string is meant to take place before the first
issue of Ultimate X-Men. It's just my take on how things may have played out,
don't jump all over me. I have also used some figures about the characters as
given by marvel, I personally noticed they differ from the original series and
I figure others will as well, I'm just going with what marvel says, agree with
it or not. Hope you enjoy.
There
is a prologue posted for those just seeing this fic.
Darkened Visions; Part 1
By
NoHaven
In a dingy bar in the "Hell's Kitchen" district two men sit in a corner booth. One of the men is the dangerous assassin known only as Wolverine, considered the most proficient killer in the world he has been working almost solely for the mutant terrorist known as Magneto. Across from his sits a man of considerable smaller build, he is the mutant known as Toad, a member of Magneto's terrorist organization known as "The Brotherhood". Under the table next to Toad's leg is a large black case.
"To menial a task for Magneto to send the son, but just right for the lackey eh bub?" Wolverine growls, before lighting a cigar in cupped hands.
"Fuck off… you got the information that was sent, right?" Toad snaps back.
"Big words for a small pile of shit, and yes I got the information…you bring my fee?" Wolverine growls while sipping a beer.
"Yeah I got it…I don't get why he has you do this stuff, the rest of us could handle it." Toad says in an indignant tone.
"Some things not even terrorists want credit for…slide it over to me and get out of my sight." Wolverine growls through clenched teeth.
Toad pushes the case over to Wolverine's side of the table with his foot, then removes a small manila envelope from his shirt pocket and slides it across the table to Wolverine. Toad stands and begins to pull a jacket one. Without removing his eyes from the small man as he pulls on a heavy black coat Wolverine opens the small envelope. As the small man makes his way out of the bar Wolverine glances at the photo inside the envelope. It is a picture of Diego Marquez, President of Ecuador and a very vocal anti-mutant member of the world community. Closing the envelope Wolverine stuffs it inside his black leather coat and rises to leave the bar, carrying the case with him.
"He's going high profile, that's for sure." He says under his breath as he exhales a cloud of cigar smoke.
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Across town two men sit outside a small hardware store in a black Cadillac. From inside the hardware store crashing can be heard and the front windows can even be seen rattling. Finally there is silence, the two men in the Cadillac both step out and move towards the door. As they are about to reach for the door it swings open, standing in the doorway is a large man dressed in a blood stained white t-shirt, black pants and a black leather coat.
"So Rasputin…is it all taken care of?" One of the smaller men from the car says.
"Of course Nikolai…have I ever failed in collecting our debts?" Rasputin replies.
"Not that I have ever heard of…so you mess them up comrade?" The other man says.
"That is none of your concern Alexander…now let us be departing." Rasputin says coolly, tossing a small stack of cash towards Nikolai before making his way to the car and climbing the back seat slamming the door closed behind him.
Turning towards Alexander, Nikolai raises the stack of cash. "He is the best comrade, the best." He says before putting the cash in his breast pocket and moving towards the car.
"It is a wonder that Dimitri has not sent him to take on the Chinese, he could single handedly remove our competition." Alexander quips to his partner.
"Maybe he will…only time will tell my friend." Nikolai says as they both open the front doors of the car.
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In a small coffee shop in San Diego a young man known as Henry McCoy sits quietly reading the New York Times. His large feet and hands make his noticeable as a mutant. He has recently left his home to attend the University of California at Berkley in the fall. His departure was a mixed blessing. While he missed his mother he in no way missed his father who used to beat him because of his mutation. But now he was going to attend one of the most prestigious institutions in the world to gain his degree in Biochemistry. However his attention is consumed by a story buried deep in the Times. The headline explains it why he is reading so intently.
Mother
of Mutant Child Arrested for Beating Child to Death
Hatred for being different, its ridiculous, that child couldn't have harmed anyone, let alone its mother. Hank thinks to himself, unconsciously he begins squeezing the cup of coffee in his right hand.
SMASH
The cup shatters in his huge appendage. Looking around the shop, at all the accusing eyes, he quietly rises tossing a twenty at the boy behind the register before stalking out the doorway.
To Be Continued.