Destiny
Chapter Eight
Hey there! I'm Jubilee!! I wanna tell this
Chapter! I dunno why, but I figured it
was about time for my turn. Anyway,
lets go!!
"So you are Raiden's mortal Champions."
No, that wasn't me. I don't know who it was. I
didn't see anyone that the voice could belong to. There was no one around.
"Who said that?" Synch asked.
"There ain't no one here." Wolverine said, sniffing the air. "There's only us."
"Are you absolutely sure?" Scott asked. Logan glared
at him.
If looks could kill… I thought with a grin.
: Well, this is productive: Chamber said. : How long
are we going to just stand here? :
Scott snapped into full leader mode. "Of course. Ok. Split up into your
teams. Synch, synch with Jean or
Psylocke's powers before you go, and keep an open Telepathic channel with the
other teams. Don't separate too far,
and if you see anyone, call for backup. Ok, move out."
So, we did. Storm, Wolverine, Psylocke, Skin and I peeled off, and went our separate
way. I could see the other teams going
in other directions, and eventually the 5 of us were alone in this strange
place. Suddenly I felt very
afraid. I found Wolverine and stuck
very close to him. He looked at me and
smiled reassuringly. I smiled
back.
We walked on for a long time, looking around, and
keeping alert for any danger. Between
Wolvie's senses, and Psylocke's Telepathy, there weren't too many chances that
anything could sneak up on us.
But then something did. I was walking along beside Wolvie, and suddenly I was shoved
forward onto my face. I felt a weight
on my back and I squirmed to get away from it. But it wouldn't get off me.
SNIKT!
Wolverine popped his claws and charged it, whatever
it was. He jumped over me, grabbing it
and rolling with it off my back. I was
now free to stand up. I looked back
behind me at Wolverine, who was back on his feet, and was stalking the
creature. And, yeah, it was a
creature. It sure wasn't a person. Actually, it kinda looked like a
turkey. An evil turkey, with blood all
over its beak.
"The attack of the Evil Killer Turkeys." Angelo laughed.
His laugh was cut short when we were suddenly
surrounded by about 30 of the evil turkeys. They charged, gobbling angrily at us. And we defended ourselves from them. Three of them were coming at me from three directions. I paffed one of them, and tried to evade the
other two. One of them leaped at me,
beak open to bite me, when suddenly a beam of red energy pushed it squawking
away. I looked up, and Cyclops stood in
front of me, hand on his visor.
"Thanks." I
managed to stutter.
He smiled at me. "No problem."
I turned and paffed the turkey trying to come at me
from behind. The next few minutes are
kind of a blur, seeing as how I was fighting, and when you're fighting, you
don't really have time to think and etch things into your memory. But, the next thing I remember is etched in
my memory forever. The Killer Turkeys
had called in reinforcements. Now they
outnumbered us a lot more than two to one, seeing as how the other two teams
had ran in to help us fight. Now the
odds were about ten to one. That's
about 150 Killer Turkeys. That's a lot
of turkeys.
Most of us weren't having a problem fighting the
turkeys. Storm was blowing them away in
the wind, or shooting lightning bolts at them. Wolverine was slicing them into Turkey Cutlets. Psylocke's Psychic Knives worked
surprisingly well on the demonic foul. Monet was throwing them into piles of rubble, and Skin was strangling
them with his elongated fingers. Iceman
was turning them into Turkey Popsicles, and I was paffing them away.
But Cyclops was having a problem. He couldn't shoot behind himself, and the
visor hampered his peripheral vision. So the Turkeys took him from behind. He didn't even see it coming. They killed him before he had a chance to defend himself.
"SCOTT!!!!" Jean cried, throwing the turkeys away
telekinetically. She ran up to him as
he collapsed to the ground. She knelt
down beside him and held his head in her lap. Hank went over and checked him for a pulse.
"He's dead." Beast stated.
Well, I have to say that shocked the rest of
us. I heard many of the others gasp and
say things along the lines of 'Oh my god.' I felt the tears trickling down my cheeks before I even realized I was
crying. Jean buried her face in
Cyclops' hair, and her shoulders shook from her sobs.
"Now how are we supposed to beat this thing?" Husk asked a while later, after the main
shock had past. "If we couldn't beat a
bunch of stupid turkeys, how are we supposed to kill a god?"
"We all did fine, darlin'. It was Cyke who couldn't cut it." Wolverine said harshly.
Jean flared at him. "How dare you!" She cried. "How dare you speak that way about
Scott! He was trying his hardest! It's not his fault he couldn't see them
behind him!"
Logan just rolled his eyes and wandered away.
"We can't do this without a leader." Monet said. "Cyclops was the most qualified of all of us to lead. Now what do we do?"
"Storm and I can lead." Husk suggested.
"I agree with Paige." Storm said. "Husk and I
have both lead our teams. We can be
joint leaders."
"But it won't be the same." I muttered.
"Wha' we gonna tell Monsieur an' Madame
Summers? We can't tell dem dat t'eir
son was killed in anot'er dimension. Dey woul' never believe us." Gambit said, twirling a pair of cards between his fingers.
"Oh my stars and garters, Mr. LeBeau is right!" Beast said. "They would definitely not believe us."
"I believe I can help there."
We all turned to Raiden, who had suddenly appeared
beside us.
"I thought you couldn't come to Outworld." Kurt
accused him.
"I can't. I'm not supposed to be here." He
placed a finger over his lips. "Shhh." He continued. "I can
take Scott back to Earth, where I can revive him. But, if he comes back to Outworld, he will die again. I won't be able to revive him again." He made his way over to where Scott and Jean
were.
"Take me back with you." Jean pleaded, tugging on Raiden's robes.
"I can't. You are needed here." He picked
Cyclops up, and was about to leave when I called,
"Hey, um, like, what are we supposed to do
here?"
He turned towards a big tower in the distance. "You see that? In there is the god that tried to take over the world. You thwarted her plans, but now you have to
destroy her."
"Her?" Synch asked.
"Yes, the evil god is female. Beware; she is tougher than she looks. She may challenge you to Mortal Kombat. If she does, only one of you may fight
her." And then he disappeared again,
taking Cyke with him.
"I really hate it when he does that." Skin muttered, shaking his head.
: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go kick that gel's ass: Chamber said heroically.
"If I didn't know any better, Mr. Starsmore, I'd say
you were impatient to finish off this lovely excursion." Beast said, clapping Jono on the back as we
started on our way to the tower.
Well, ya know what? I'm going to stop there, because my voice is killing me. It's weird, I can talk for hours when I'm
just talking, but I can't when I'm telling a story. Weird. Anyway, I leave
you there. Up next, The Ragin' Cajun's
tale. Jubilee out.
Author's Note: That wasn't too bad, was it? I couldn't help it. The guy in my German class would have done
something bad to me if I didn't put his Killer Turkeys in. And don't worry, Cyke will be back. And as always, review! Do you know what it's like to get a review? Even a bad one?
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