Disclaimer: *Waves hand in front of screen* "You don't want to sue me. You do not want to sue me…really." Marvel owns, um how about I start with what Marvel doesn't own? Okay, this is easier. Marvel doesn't own Mucous or Poison. If you wish to use either. Go ahead!

A/N: This just came to me. It involves the X-men, Sinister, Marauders and eventually my own character Poison.



Cerebo never picked him up and he was in the mansion before the X-men had even registered his presence. Slowly he slithered up the wall and slid in a conveniently opened window. The house was mostly dark. He'd picked a time when most of the x-men were out.

The mutant known as Mucous had come to neutralise four subjects; Jean and Scott Summers, Gambit and if possible Beast. Currently he had made the mistake of choosing a time when the only mutants that were present were Gambit and Wolverine both who were in the middle of watching the playoffs.

"Cajun you better had not drank m' beer."

"Moi? Mon ami. Why would I do a t'ing like dat?"

"Cause yer too lazy to get yer own."

"…"

They returned their attention to the flickering screen in front of them neither yet aware of the presence moving through the building.

Mucous lurked round the corner finally nearing the subjects, he would be glad when this was done. The place was far too dry for his tastes. He came to the living room where the two X-men currently were. He would have to move quickly as soon they would notice him.

Logan twitched he thought he heard something. Not a loud something but still it was there.
"You hear somethin' Gumbo?"

"Non. Mebbe yo' mind is playing tricks?"

"Hah" He grunted in reponse.

Then he smelt it, a damp wet smell. Kind of what it was like first thing in the morning, a scent that definitely shouldn't be in the house. Not with the way the women held a strict code of cleanliness.

"Cajun, I think we got ourselves a visitor."

Gambit nodded silent assent, a playing card appearing between his fingers, which he flipped over in a lazy fashion. " Lets go welcome them X-men style."

Wolverine sniffed the air once more, the mutant was closer of course he didn't expect it to be this close.

Before his instinct kicked into play, Logan had a chance to stare at the mutant in front of him. He was one huge bulge with what appeared to be a head at stop, looking something similar to a snail. Fluids oozed out of every part of him and a thin layer of it had already begun to coat the ground, spreading quickly towards them.

Gambit jumped away from the fluid, charging a card at the same time.
"Mebbe we be needin' some salt, mon ami?"

Wolverine only grunted in response.

Flinging it at him it was absorbed quite harmlessly by a big glob of mucous. Wolverine slashed helplessly at the glob covering his legs, moving up his thighs and jumped towards Mucous. He made contact with more of the sticky stuff and felt it trickle towards his mouth.

It moved faster than expected and from this angle he could see the Cajun was having the same trouble. Layer after layer covered him, slowly suffocating him. Clawing at it he fell from the mutants grasp and lay prone on his back. Gambit had been trying to charge it, finding that made his situation much. He fruitlessly scraped it from his throat and face, never getting the chance to scream as covered his nostrils and mouth.

The mutant known as Mucous, signalled for the awaiting Marauders to come and finish the job. It took them all of four minutes to get in (front door naturally) and up to the room.

"Eh runt, what I wouldn't give to have a good fight with ya now." Sabretooth sneered, kicking at the unconscious Wolverine. He scowled at the big glob of sticky stuff now on his face and shook it, sending it flying across the room.

"Do we have to leave so early?" someone moaned, "Can't we trash the place a bit first."

"I was hoping to go to Gambit room and get a few things for him. Just to make his stay with us a bit more comfortable." A cruel smile lit Vertigos face. Her mind reeling in anticipation of what she could use against him.

Mucous still stood by the door waiting for the verdict. This was his first mission with the marauders and he wanted to find out if it wouldn't be his last.

"Sabretooth just grab Gambit and then we can trash what we want. Just make it fast." Scalphunter snapped. They'd only got one, Sinister had wanted four, and this to put it mildly was not good.

The disgusted look on Sabretooth's face when he realised he was going to be covered in the mucous caused more raucous laughter from the others. Swinging the unresisting form of Gambit over his shoulder, he stalked out, followed by Arclight.

Scalphunter came last, taking out a gun; he aimed and fired at Mucous hitting him just at the base of his neck, his only weak spot.

Bits of him flew everywhere, covering the rest of the room and Arclight.

"Did you have to shoot him while I stood beside him! You idiot, you could have hit me. Now I'm covered in this stuff." She snapped, fury colouring her eyes.

He shrugged. "Sinister didn't have much use for him after this."


True in a sense, not after he had failed to get the other three.
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The mansion was eerily dim and Rogue frowned at the sight of the open door. She and a few of the others had been out on a 'girls night out.'
"Logan, Remy?" She called into the greeting darkness.

The others were still getting out of the car (she's flown ahead) and were now looking at Rouge with growing alarm. Stepping in she could see the place was completely trashed. Quickly she ran up to the living room.

"Jean, Storm quick. Remy's gone!"

End-Part 1

Next part- Sinister has his clutches on Remy and I'll be introducing my new character, Sinister daughter, Poison.

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