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Ok I know the last chapter was kinda short, I am grasping at straws trying to make this storyline work. The beginings are always hard, any author knows that. I will try to make em a little longer. Here's chapter 3. Some people thought Gambit was a little to violent in that last chapter, but against those two he had good reason. I will try to stay in charecter a little more.
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Logan slowly walked through the corridors of the abandoned complex. It was for the most part seemingly an office builing. Every room he looked into was the same. A desk, a couch, and a file cabinet. The file cabinets were empty, as were the desk drawers. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, and there was the smell of mildew in the air.
There corridor twisted and turned throughout the cliff. He was thankful it was just one corridor and not a maze of them. He was certain that he would get lost fairly easily. After turning a corner he came upon two sets of doors. He shined his flashlight over the doors and stopped when he saw he faceplate on the them. The one on the right read LIVING QUARTERS, but the one on the left is what kept his attention. BIO LAB.
The door was as thick as the entrance had been, and it had the same type of numberpad next to it. He tested the door again and this time it slip open easier. His senses were assaulted with the smell of chemicals. He pulled a hankerchief out of his pocket and held it up to his ultrasensitive nose.
He shined his flashlight through the doorway, looking into the lab. The room was huge, his flashlight didn't even reach to the other side. There was electronic equipment everywhere. The consoles were all covered with dust and grime. To the side of him the entire wall was covered with bottles of chemicals. There was a upright tank that looked for all the world like an oversized test tube. A harness was hanging in the center and he could tell it had been made to hold a person.
Of all the equipment in the room, the one thing that held his attention was what was in the center. The floor was upraised and supported another tank. Only this one was horizontal, and rectangular. Equipment hung from the ceiling, as if from some science fiction movie. To the left of the tank lay an overturned tray of instruments, most of them common, scalpes, syringes and the like. But there were other, less common things.
There was an instrument that looked like a corkscrew with a plunger on the end, and what looked like a pair of scissors with a wire wrapped around the blades. There was a thick tube connected to the tank that ran into a faucet sticking out of the ground. he climbed up onto the platform and looked into the tanke, there were straps in the bottom of it, thick ones, that were locked with an ever thicker buckle.
His mind was rocked with a flashback of fighting whilst being forced into this tank. There were men everywhere, all wearing a black suit that reminded him of Darth Vader. He fought with all of his considerable strength, but the men still overpowered him. They Strapped him in the tank and placed a mask over his face. Without warning the tank began to fill with water. As it covered his head he inhaled the oxygen coming through his mask and screamed.
Logan looked down again at the tank, and then around the room. His eyes to came to rest on a pair of doors in the bank of the room. He climbed down off the platform and walked over to the doors. He pushed his way through the door marked containment and peered around the in the darkness. I was half the size of the lab, but instead of equipment and consoles, there were cages.
To the left the wall was stacked to with smaller cages, maybe used to house dogs, or rabbits. But to the right there only 2 cages. The bars were thick as his wrist and as he ran his hands over them he realized they were made of adamantium, the same metal alloy that was embedded onto his skeleton.
As he was looking at the cage something to the left of the door caught his eye. It was a nameplate. It was as covered with dust as everything else was and when he slowly wiped it off he was not suprised to find that it read LOGAN,
WOLVERINE.
The two cages were seperated by nearly six feet of solid concrete and when he looked in he was startled to find that the walls were covered in claw marks. Particularly the wall in between the two cages. He walked slowly over to the door and looked at the name plate. He wiped away the dust and pulled his hand back as if the plate had just become white hot. His eyes reread the words over and over, but his brain refused to comprehend. His mouth moved, but no sound came out, and then, he read the words aloud.
"Victor," and then, in a whisper barely audible, "Sabertooth..."
* * * * *
The words rang in Sabertooth's ears as listened to Logan read the words aloud. His memory was even more fragmented the Logans. He remembered nothing before the day he awoke to find himself hunched over the body of a hunter in the woods, the taste of blood, salty in his mouth. He watched as Logan stood there, looking how Sabertooth felt. He thought about it. It had said Victor, could that be his real name. It seemed familiar somehow, but-
His quest to remember was interupted as he saw Logan begin to walk toward the door, quickly he ducked backwards behind a rolling rack lined with chemicals. He watched as Logan then went into the other door, the one marked FILE ROOM.
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As Gambit walked down the road, a small figure sailed down silently from the rooftops and landed on top of a lamp post. He watched as the thief walked casually down the street smoking his cigarette. He had been following him for weeks, and he was fairly certain that Gambit knew. His tail twitched in the darkness, curling itself around the lamppost.
Kurt Wagner, the Nightcrawler quietly slid down the pole, his three fingered hands never making so much as a whisper. The burning corpse continued to burt in the night air, putting off a tench worse then spoiled meat. Nightcrawler made his way to the hogtied man who was still unconsious and fished out his wallet. He looked at the mans identification and confirmed what he already knew. The group called WHAM over in America had also spawned smaller chapters, which they called the Friends of Humanity. These two would be assasins were members of one such chapter, and they to had been following Gambit.
Standing up, he curled his tail around his waist and watched as the rogue walked away into the night.
* * * * *
Deep within space an asteroid sailed slowly through the stars. It was composed of spacedust and particles from all over the universe the same as all other asteroids. But this one was different, it housed an occupant, and not a willing one either. The Creature awoke as it had many times before to see the same thing. Stars, nothing more. It had been quite awhile since he was chained to this accursed asteroid. He strugled feebly, not really wanting to escape, for he knew that there was nowhere to go just yet. His face was a catchers mask of bone, and his crimson eyes stared out, seething with hatred at the thought of floating here.
He had been floating for months. But time held no importance with the Creature. Only life was important, or rather, the extermination of it. Particularly the Red One. That one had been a challenge for him. Even to the point of draining his energy. In the end, he had seemingly killed the little man, but he knew that he had survived.
It was this man from Metropolis that he would seek. This challenge, this being that he was destined to destroy. He looked down at his body. he was yet again encased in bonds. But, as he had done before, he would simply break free. He closed his eyes, and slept, not for any other reason then to pass the time.
When he awoke again, he was staring at a star, but this one was different then the tiny ones he saw in the distance. this one was MUCH bigger. He was still billions of miles away from it, and to him it was barley the size of a bowling ball. But he could still tell it was huge. He roared in silent anger when he was sudden;y blinded as the star flashed, and then darkened. When he could see again, he saw that the star seemed to be collapsing in upon itself. Space itself was folding, the small particles of space dust and the asterids from the nearby belt began to stream toward the dead star.
The planets, with their budding forms of life, slowly drifted toward the black hole that had just been created. The Creature felt his asteroid change course and head toward the funnel. He watched in fascination as he began to pick up speed. The moon of an outer planet shot by him and dissapeared into the singularity. The Creature, bound to his asteroid was swallowed up into the black hole.
Stars shot like fireflies all around him, there were gasses and debris. His asteroid shot past a derelect alien craft. His asteroid spun wildly, centrifical forces pulling at him. Spacedust pelted the rock at such high speeds as to leave small craters all over, and the Creature felt this as well, but even this ethereal force did not harm the creature. his asteroid shot away into swirling lights.
And then, as suddenly as it began, it ended. He was once again floating through endless space. The Creature laid his head back against the rock, and once again slept. If he had known, or cared, he would be overjoyed, and angered at the same time. The black hole he had flown through had transported him into an alternate universe. A universe were Superman did not exist. But while he had been transported through these dimensions, he had also been turned around exactly, his course matched that of the one he had been on. So instead of heading away from planet Earth, he was on a direct course with it.
A memory flashed through the Creature's mind. That of picking up a car, and before hurling it at the Red Man, hearing the frightened words of a DJ scream from out of the radio "Doomsday has arrived!" the fear in the mans voice is what drove this creature, the fear is what made him what he was. the fear, is what created Doomsday.
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Ok for those of you who don't know who Doomsday is, he is from the DC universe and I suggest you read the book by Roger Stern called The Death and Life of Superman if you want to know the details. A very good read for any comic lover. In that book Doomsday was strapped to an asteroid and hurled into space by Cyborg Superman after he was thought to be dead. I have always loved Doomsday and I wanted to get him into this fic, so I devised the black hole. Well if you have any questions about Doomsday, or any other part of the book, email em to me at Magus432@hotmail.com and I will be happy to discuss with ya.
Ok I know the last chapter was kinda short, I am grasping at straws trying to make this storyline work. The beginings are always hard, any author knows that. I will try to make em a little longer. Here's chapter 3. Some people thought Gambit was a little to violent in that last chapter, but against those two he had good reason. I will try to stay in charecter a little more.
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Logan slowly walked through the corridors of the abandoned complex. It was for the most part seemingly an office builing. Every room he looked into was the same. A desk, a couch, and a file cabinet. The file cabinets were empty, as were the desk drawers. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, and there was the smell of mildew in the air.
There corridor twisted and turned throughout the cliff. He was thankful it was just one corridor and not a maze of them. He was certain that he would get lost fairly easily. After turning a corner he came upon two sets of doors. He shined his flashlight over the doors and stopped when he saw he faceplate on the them. The one on the right read LIVING QUARTERS, but the one on the left is what kept his attention. BIO LAB.
The door was as thick as the entrance had been, and it had the same type of numberpad next to it. He tested the door again and this time it slip open easier. His senses were assaulted with the smell of chemicals. He pulled a hankerchief out of his pocket and held it up to his ultrasensitive nose.
He shined his flashlight through the doorway, looking into the lab. The room was huge, his flashlight didn't even reach to the other side. There was electronic equipment everywhere. The consoles were all covered with dust and grime. To the side of him the entire wall was covered with bottles of chemicals. There was a upright tank that looked for all the world like an oversized test tube. A harness was hanging in the center and he could tell it had been made to hold a person.
Of all the equipment in the room, the one thing that held his attention was what was in the center. The floor was upraised and supported another tank. Only this one was horizontal, and rectangular. Equipment hung from the ceiling, as if from some science fiction movie. To the left of the tank lay an overturned tray of instruments, most of them common, scalpes, syringes and the like. But there were other, less common things.
There was an instrument that looked like a corkscrew with a plunger on the end, and what looked like a pair of scissors with a wire wrapped around the blades. There was a thick tube connected to the tank that ran into a faucet sticking out of the ground. he climbed up onto the platform and looked into the tanke, there were straps in the bottom of it, thick ones, that were locked with an ever thicker buckle.
His mind was rocked with a flashback of fighting whilst being forced into this tank. There were men everywhere, all wearing a black suit that reminded him of Darth Vader. He fought with all of his considerable strength, but the men still overpowered him. They Strapped him in the tank and placed a mask over his face. Without warning the tank began to fill with water. As it covered his head he inhaled the oxygen coming through his mask and screamed.
Logan looked down again at the tank, and then around the room. His eyes to came to rest on a pair of doors in the bank of the room. He climbed down off the platform and walked over to the doors. He pushed his way through the door marked containment and peered around the in the darkness. I was half the size of the lab, but instead of equipment and consoles, there were cages.
To the left the wall was stacked to with smaller cages, maybe used to house dogs, or rabbits. But to the right there only 2 cages. The bars were thick as his wrist and as he ran his hands over them he realized they were made of adamantium, the same metal alloy that was embedded onto his skeleton.
As he was looking at the cage something to the left of the door caught his eye. It was a nameplate. It was as covered with dust as everything else was and when he slowly wiped it off he was not suprised to find that it read LOGAN,
WOLVERINE.
The two cages were seperated by nearly six feet of solid concrete and when he looked in he was startled to find that the walls were covered in claw marks. Particularly the wall in between the two cages. He walked slowly over to the door and looked at the name plate. He wiped away the dust and pulled his hand back as if the plate had just become white hot. His eyes reread the words over and over, but his brain refused to comprehend. His mouth moved, but no sound came out, and then, he read the words aloud.
"Victor," and then, in a whisper barely audible, "Sabertooth..."
* * * * *
The words rang in Sabertooth's ears as listened to Logan read the words aloud. His memory was even more fragmented the Logans. He remembered nothing before the day he awoke to find himself hunched over the body of a hunter in the woods, the taste of blood, salty in his mouth. He watched as Logan stood there, looking how Sabertooth felt. He thought about it. It had said Victor, could that be his real name. It seemed familiar somehow, but-
His quest to remember was interupted as he saw Logan begin to walk toward the door, quickly he ducked backwards behind a rolling rack lined with chemicals. He watched as Logan then went into the other door, the one marked FILE ROOM.
* * * * *
As Gambit walked down the road, a small figure sailed down silently from the rooftops and landed on top of a lamp post. He watched as the thief walked casually down the street smoking his cigarette. He had been following him for weeks, and he was fairly certain that Gambit knew. His tail twitched in the darkness, curling itself around the lamppost.
Kurt Wagner, the Nightcrawler quietly slid down the pole, his three fingered hands never making so much as a whisper. The burning corpse continued to burt in the night air, putting off a tench worse then spoiled meat. Nightcrawler made his way to the hogtied man who was still unconsious and fished out his wallet. He looked at the mans identification and confirmed what he already knew. The group called WHAM over in America had also spawned smaller chapters, which they called the Friends of Humanity. These two would be assasins were members of one such chapter, and they to had been following Gambit.
Standing up, he curled his tail around his waist and watched as the rogue walked away into the night.
* * * * *
Deep within space an asteroid sailed slowly through the stars. It was composed of spacedust and particles from all over the universe the same as all other asteroids. But this one was different, it housed an occupant, and not a willing one either. The Creature awoke as it had many times before to see the same thing. Stars, nothing more. It had been quite awhile since he was chained to this accursed asteroid. He strugled feebly, not really wanting to escape, for he knew that there was nowhere to go just yet. His face was a catchers mask of bone, and his crimson eyes stared out, seething with hatred at the thought of floating here.
He had been floating for months. But time held no importance with the Creature. Only life was important, or rather, the extermination of it. Particularly the Red One. That one had been a challenge for him. Even to the point of draining his energy. In the end, he had seemingly killed the little man, but he knew that he had survived.
It was this man from Metropolis that he would seek. This challenge, this being that he was destined to destroy. He looked down at his body. he was yet again encased in bonds. But, as he had done before, he would simply break free. He closed his eyes, and slept, not for any other reason then to pass the time.
When he awoke again, he was staring at a star, but this one was different then the tiny ones he saw in the distance. this one was MUCH bigger. He was still billions of miles away from it, and to him it was barley the size of a bowling ball. But he could still tell it was huge. He roared in silent anger when he was sudden;y blinded as the star flashed, and then darkened. When he could see again, he saw that the star seemed to be collapsing in upon itself. Space itself was folding, the small particles of space dust and the asterids from the nearby belt began to stream toward the dead star.
The planets, with their budding forms of life, slowly drifted toward the black hole that had just been created. The Creature felt his asteroid change course and head toward the funnel. He watched in fascination as he began to pick up speed. The moon of an outer planet shot by him and dissapeared into the singularity. The Creature, bound to his asteroid was swallowed up into the black hole.
Stars shot like fireflies all around him, there were gasses and debris. His asteroid shot past a derelect alien craft. His asteroid spun wildly, centrifical forces pulling at him. Spacedust pelted the rock at such high speeds as to leave small craters all over, and the Creature felt this as well, but even this ethereal force did not harm the creature. his asteroid shot away into swirling lights.
And then, as suddenly as it began, it ended. He was once again floating through endless space. The Creature laid his head back against the rock, and once again slept. If he had known, or cared, he would be overjoyed, and angered at the same time. The black hole he had flown through had transported him into an alternate universe. A universe were Superman did not exist. But while he had been transported through these dimensions, he had also been turned around exactly, his course matched that of the one he had been on. So instead of heading away from planet Earth, he was on a direct course with it.
A memory flashed through the Creature's mind. That of picking up a car, and before hurling it at the Red Man, hearing the frightened words of a DJ scream from out of the radio "Doomsday has arrived!" the fear in the mans voice is what drove this creature, the fear is what made him what he was. the fear, is what created Doomsday.
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Ok for those of you who don't know who Doomsday is, he is from the DC universe and I suggest you read the book by Roger Stern called The Death and Life of Superman if you want to know the details. A very good read for any comic lover. In that book Doomsday was strapped to an asteroid and hurled into space by Cyborg Superman after he was thought to be dead. I have always loved Doomsday and I wanted to get him into this fic, so I devised the black hole. Well if you have any questions about Doomsday, or any other part of the book, email em to me at Magus432@hotmail.com and I will be happy to discuss with ya.