Chapter Fourteen
"So, what de plan, mes amis?" Gambit asked the next night as six of the team fit into Macleod's T-Bird and were driving to the cemetery. Macleod, Wolverine, Gambit, Amanda, Jubilee, and Methos had squished into the car, Psylocke and Rogue were flying high above them, and Richie was on his motorcycle behind them.
"I guess the plan is that we break into the Mausoleum and attack the Dark One. Then Macleod and Richie take the Immortals out of the cemetery." Amanda answered.
They had decided that Wolverine would be the one to kill the Dark One. Only he, or one of the Immortals, would survive an attack by it. And they figured that he would be the most able to get close enough to it to stab it with the dagger. So he had the Amulet on a string around his neck, and the dagger in its sheathe was stuck into the belt of his uniform. But that didn't mean that the others wouldn't help slow it down.
When they got to the cemetery, Macleod parked the car in the parking lot, and they met up with Rogue and Psylocke in the trees beyond the fence. Richie arrived a moment later. Then, all together, led by Rogue and Psylocke, they went to the Mausoleum. The resident Immortals had since fixed the door, and had cleaned up the grounds.
"I guess they like to keep a nice house." Psylocke said. "When we were here yesterday, this place looked terrible."
"Well, it'll be sawdust soon." Wolverine said as he extended his claws.
"Morriganu, don't you think we should actually go out and challenge Macleod? All this waiting around is becoming very boring." Energon complained.
"No!" Morriganu got up from her place on the dusty old chair they had stolen. She hadn't heard Energon's complaint. "Macleod is here! I can sense him." She looked around, as if expecting to see him inside the room. Suddenly, Energon could feel him too. But the feeling wasn't right. It was too strong. It was strong enough for 4 Immortals.
"Macleod is here, and he brought someone with him." He reached for his sword.
"No, you fool! This is Holy Ground! We can't fight him here!"
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
"Get the Dark One to kill him!"
Energon was going to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of the huge doors banging in and hitting the walls. He turned in time to see Duncan Macleod come in and walk into the room.
"Morriganu and Enrique Santer." He said, recognizing them instantly. "I should have known it would be you."
"Duncan Macleod." Morriganu stepped forward. "How nice of you to join us. I expected you to come earlier, but, as long as you're here, I don't have anything to complain about." She turned to the demon standing behind her. "Kill him."
The Dark One nodded, and tromped towards Macleod. It reached for its sword, and swung at the Immortal. Macleod ducked and rolled. "Now!" He called.
Suddenly a short man in yellow spandex with long metal claws charged in, snarling. A taller man with red eyes and a brown jacket, a woman with a white stripe in her hair, another woman, this one with purple hair, and a girl wearing a yellow trench coat followed him. The first man jumped on the Dark One, trying his hardest to stab it with his claws. The girl set herself up behind the coffin, and shot fireworks out of her hands at it. The woman with the purple hair created a glowing pink sword out of nowhere, and proceeded to try to chop it up into little chunks. The woman with the white stripe stepped in close to try to punch it, but she was shoved away to land inside the open coffin. And the man with the red eyes reached into his coat and pulled out a short metal cylinder, which extended to become a Bo Staff.
Morriganu turned back to Macleod, after recognizing that the strangers attacking her demon were mutants. "You got mutants to help you kill my demon?"
"Are you shocked? After all, you got a demon to kill me." He stood and faced her.
"No, not really. So I guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way." She pulled a sword out of her coat, and pointed it at Macleod. He didn't move.
"Holy Ground." He said simply.
She lowered her sword. "Of course. Die anywhere you like." They started walking out of the Mausoleum. Energon followed them, not wanting to be anywhere near the mutants, and not really sure where he should go. But as soon as he stepped outside the Mausoleum, he knew exactly where he wanted to go. Richie jumped out from around the corner of the building, and said to him,
"I know you. You're the one who sent me to tell Mac someone was coming for him."
"How did you recognize me?"
"I didn't. You just told me."
Energon got out his own sword. "It makes no difference. You won't survive today."
"We'll see." Richie said as he got out his own sword.
And they followed Macleod and Morriganu to the edge of the cemetery.
The X-Men, with the help of Methos and Amanda, were still fighting the demon. Wolverine would stab it with his claws, Rogue would try to punch it, or hit it with something big, Gambit would hit it with his staff, or throw a card at it, but they were getting thrown away right and left. Psylocke would try using her Telekinesis to try to avoid being thrown away, but it wouldn't work, and she'd meet a wall as well. Amanda and Methos would take a stab at it, but they'd be flying too. The only one who didn't learn how to fly was Jubilee, who stayed behind her coffin, and didn't move, except to shoot at the demon. After the last round of flying lessons, they regrouped, and Gambit rubbed his side where he had hit the wall, "We gotta come up wit' a better plan. Dis plan, she not workin'."
"That's for sure." Methos agreed. He put the point of his sword on the floor and leaned on the hilt. "How 'bout we divide into teams. Wolverine, Rogue and Amanda, you attack first, and then Gambit, Psylocke and I jump in to pick up the slack."
"What about me?" Jubilee asked.
"Ya stay behind yer coffin, darlin', and don't come out. You can attack it from a distance, and none o' the rest of us can. Shoot it from there." Wolverine told her.
"Aww, nuts." But she stayed behind the big stone box, and waited till they were ready to fight it again.
Wolverine got set up to attack again, growled menacingly at it, and jumped. Rogue and Amanda leapt into the fray as well. Wolverine considered just stabbing it with the silver dagger, but he was having too much fun. Amanda had had enough of the flying lessons, so she learned how to be faster. She jumped around, stabbing it with her sword, and did back flips away from it every time it swung it's sword in her direction. Rogue flew around its head, and punched it. But everything they did to it, it only shook off, and came back for more. Finally, Gambit had had enough of just waiting, and jumped in to throw some cards at it. The Dark One growled at him, forgot everyone else, and charged Gambit. This caught him a little off guard, and he backed up, waiting till it was close enough to strike with the staff. But then he stumbled into the coffin. He felt behind him with his hands, and said, "Oh, non." The huge sword was coming for his head and he had nowhere else to go, he tried dropping to the ground. While he was going down he saw the stream of light that was Jubilee's fireworks going over his head. The fireworks hit it in the chest, and pushed it backwards.
"Wow!" Jubilee cried, jumping out from behind the coffin. "Did you see that!"
"T'anks petite." Gambit said as he stood up again. "Gambit owe you one."
"No problem." She said, cockily. Then she remembered what Wolverine had told her to do, and ducked down behind the coffin again. Meanwhile, while The Dark One was momentarily knocked off balance, Methos had jumped on it, driving his sword down into its chest. He knew it wasn't silver, but he thought he might be able to do something to it. He was wrong. It just looked at him, then swung its hand, and flung him into the wall. It pulled out Methos' sword, and flung it away. Methos slid to the floor, and laid there, muttering,
"I'm too old for this."
Psylocke jumped in after Methos was flung away. She knew he was ok, he was Immortal. She signaled to Wolverine that he should stab it, and then stabbed it with her sword, in essentially the same place that Methos just had. She set up a teke bubble around herself, so she wouldn't be thrown away, and then stabbed it again. While it was distracted worrying about Psylocke, Wolverine pulled the silver dagger out of its sheath, and tried to stab it in the back. But the little knife wasn't sharp enough to get through its thick hide. So, he stabbed it with his own claws, and rammed the dagger into one of the claw holes. "There ya go, bub. Taste silver." He let go of the dagger, and stood back to watch. The demon just stood there, not really believing that it had just been given the death sentence. Then, it fell down. Just fell down. It made a huge boom when it hit the floor, and scared the living daylights out of Jubilee, who didn't know that Wolverine had stabbed it. Suddenly it exploded into dust. The Dark One was gone.
