"Did you manage to get the blueprints?" Dark Beast came
running toward me as soon as I set foot in the room.
I pushed him away, "Damn, ya can't even wait for me to
get all the way in the room can ya? A little impatient are we?"
He crossly snatched the papers out of my grasp, and
mumbled some things under his breath as he sat down at his desk.
"So what's this machine o' yours gonna do exactly?" I
asked taking a seat on the couch, stretching my arms back, and using them as a
headrest to lean on.
A wicked grin came across his face, "Ah 'tis truly a
beautiful plan, one of which only I could come up with. It will rid us of those
blasted human beings. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you more than that, or I
would have to kill you."
Figured. He never told me any of the details of his
plans; I was only part of the team to do everything while he sat by and
did all his fancy mathematical equations and what not, but I probably wouldn't
understand any of that scientific shit anyway, "So now what, am I just supposed
to sit around and do nothing?"
"Precisely."
Oh well that's just great, loads of fun for me. I hunched
over and switched on the TV. Nothing happened, "Stupid useless piece of shit…"
I kicked it and tried again. Still nothing happened. "God damn you!" I forced
my fist through the screen of the television, sending shards of glass sailing
through the air.
Without taking his attention from his work Darky scolded
me, "Well done Sarah, now we live in a dump with absolutely no entertainment
what so ever, bravo. My congratulations."
I stood up and threw an average-sized bone at his head;
missing it by only a few inches, "Fuck off." I walked briskly out of the room.
He's always gotta ride my ass about everything I do
wrong. Like he's so fuckin' perfect, just once, one time, I'd like to
see him screw something up, I thought to myself. I made my way through the
murky dark water on the bottom of the sewer pipes. If he would just---. My
thoughts stopped. What was that? I quit walking and listened.
"This way gang."
There it was again, and the distant voices sounded
like…the X-Men? No, it can't be, they don't know about our hideout.
"Where is this place one-eye?" A gruff, raspy voice said
irritably.
It had to be; I knew that voice. It was Wolverine.
"We get to 'dem in time mon ami, dey don't know dat we be
comin'." That had to be the French one, Gambit.
"Shut it Cajun, I smell summtin…some kinda low life…" there
was a moment of silence, "It's the spiky girl, Marrow."
Damnit, he smelt me. I ran back to the hideout, and
grabbed Dark Beast's muscular arm, "Them punks the X-Men are here. I heard 'em.
Come on, let's get rid of them!"
He yanked his arms out of my grasp, "Just me and you
against what, probably six or seven of them. Be realistic Sarah. Let's grab the
plans and get out of here."
"No. I can't believe my ears," a smirk appeared on my
face, "You're turning down a fight?"
He gathered up some loose papers and money into a bag,
and slung it over his shoulder, "On the contrary Marrow, I am being sensible.
You win some, you lose some, accept that and let's get going."
"I don't lose to the X-Men. Got that? You
can go ahead and cower into a corner, while I do all the work, ONCE AGAIN." I
turned around to do my business, and his furry blue hand gripped mine.
"Think about this Sarah."
I furiously jerked my hand out of his, "No, maybe you
need to think about this." And that was it; I walked through the door, and
looked around. I needed some sort of way to hide, to ambush them.
"Ah' think their hideout is 'round this corner"
I looked up; there we go, up in the top of the sewer.
There was a mess of pipes, entangling with one another. It would be perfect. I
made my way up the wall, and got comfortable up there. I yanked out two
enormous bones from my back, holding one in each hand, ready to attack.
"That open door, it must be it." Ah, the Weather
Witch…Storm, second in command of the X-Geeks.
The redheaded one, or Phoenix, closed her eyes, "No one
is in there. It's empty."
"What'a we gonna do now Cyke, now dat dey both gone?"
Gambit asked, putting away his powered-up deck of cards.
Perfect I thought, they really believed no one else was
there. I got ready to jump down and attack, as Wolverine spoke up.
"Nah, we aint alone," he jerked his head up toward my
hiding position, "Looks like the party's still on." Before I knew what was
happening, I saw Wolverine's harsh face next to mine, "Hey there, spiky, care
to dance?"
I back flipped off of the pipes, and landed on the bottom
of the sewers, surrounded by the other members of the X-Men. I drew in a deep
breath, this is it Sarah, time to show 'em what you're made of. I flung one of
the bone-daggers at the leader of these losers, Cyclops.
Suddenly Rogue knocked me to the ground, "Now come on
sug'ah, that really ain't too polite of ya."
I glared at her as I forced a small blade of bone into
her shoulder. I jumped up, breaking off two large bones from my leg, and getting
in a defensive position.
"Where are the blueprints Marrow?" Cyclops asked plainly.
I laughed, "Yeah, because I am just gonna hand them to
you on a silver platter. Think again you one-eyed freak." He fired one of his
optic blasts at me, but I dodged it with out breaking a sweat, "That all you
got? Come on, you're the X-Men, show me what ya got!"
"With pleasure." Wolverine leapt from the top of the
sewers, landing in front of me, "Are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard
way?" The familiar *snikt * sound came
from his claws popping from his knuckles.
Cautiously I took a step back, "Which way d'ya think I'd
prefer?"
"Same way as I would." He lunged toward me, slashing his
claws like some kind of crazy animal.
I
defended myself, kicking his arms out of reach of myself, occasionally
delivering a kick to his face. As I turned around to run further back for a
better fight, I ran into a stonewall,
"Now the fun begins." He snarled
"I do believe you are right." Dark Beast and a few of his
accomplices jumped from the darkness. He took a hold of Wolverine by the neck,
"This is fun."
I smiled, "Looks like you ain't the coward I thought you
were."
"No time for conversation, behind you."
I swung around to see one of the Cajun's cards flying at
me. I ducked, barely avoiding the explosion.
I looked at the X-Men and Darky's friends, each embroiled
in their own little battle. This is what I lived for, violence. It gave me such
a pleasure; it was what I thrived off of.
"What the hell?" I felt myself being thrown into a huge
metal pip by a powerful blast of air. The impact shoved my own projecting bones
into my own back. I cringed at the pain it caused, trying not to show emotion,
but it was impossible. I looked up to see the Mistress Of The Elements gazing
at me, her shimmering white eyes challenging me to a duel.
I stumbled forward, reaching for one of my daggers, but
as I was doing so, I saw a blinding streak of lightning before me, as it struck
my body a painful energy rushed through me, sending me down to the ground.
"Please, do not make this difficult, just tell me where
the blueprints are." Her voice was calm and serene, yet it had almost had an
aggressive-tone to it.
I gritted my teeth as I sat up, "Not…gonna happen…lady."
I tried to stand back up, but the damage caused by the bones in my back, and
the burns on my body; they were just throbbing with pain. I couldn't manage to
get myself back up.
"You do not know the importance of those plans Marrow.
They will destroy all in the simple human race." She walked closer to
me.
"No shit, why the hell do you think I stole 'em in the
first place?"
"How's your progress Storm?" Cyclops had taken out the
one he was fighting, and began to walk toward us.
She shook her head, "She refuses to talk."
"Damn right I refuse to talk!" I whipped a huge bone at
Cyclops. It thrust into his shin, and he fell to the ground. I looked over my
shoulder, and saw Rogue and Jean; their backs were turned to me. I hurled
another bone at them, with the last of my strength. I heard both of the ladies
screams as my head dropped to the ground.
"STORM, get…rid…of her," Cyclops ordered from his
position on the ground, "before…she hurts anyone else!" He must've given her
more orders, but I couldn't make any of them out. I had kind of slipped into
semi consciousness. I could make out some of what was happening, but not much.
I remembered seeing a blurry vision of Storm above me, and seeing her hand
thrust downward, plunging into my chest, ripping my skin open, and gripping my
heart, literally grasping my beating heart. The last thing I saw before I
passed out was the Weather Witch holding my heart in a bloody hand.
