Ok, It's been a LONG time since I updated, but an email from an interested reader got me wanting to write again. But there's a catch. I leave for the army in two days. So I am gonna whip out this chapter by then, but it may be a while before I do another one. But either way, here's the next chapter.
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As Logan walked into the file room he was surprised to find that this wasn't the small room he had pictured, rather it was a massive room filled with hundreds upon hundreds of filing cabinets. He walked slowly down the corridors of cabinets, reading the labels on each one. Most seemed to be dates, but others were marked by various medical terminologies.
As he read the labels he followed the dates till the very last cabinet. He pulled it open and flipped to the end file. Most of it was papers about the facility, personnel reports, inventory invoices, and other such things. But in the back he found a thick red file. Stamped boldly on the cover were the words: TOP SECRET - EYES ONLY. He flipped the cover open and found himself staring at a picture of himself. He looked much the same, only very tired.
The photo was clipped to a sheath of papers. As he looked over the papers he found that most were in German. But near the end he found a single sheet written in block writing. Seemingly a report that was to be sent on, but never got there. It read:
Subject is responding magnificently. Stage 4 was completed ahead of schedule. Logan's strength and defensive attitude have forced us to sedate him for the past week. But otherwise all is normal. We suspect that within the next two months we will be ready to start work on Victor. Report again in 6 weeks.
Logan could not make out the signature, but the report confirmed what he had already suspected. Being part of an experiment is what gave him his skeletal structure. And his bad dreams. Behind his file, he found another on Sabertooth. The picture of him was much more human then the face that Logan had come to despise, but this man, this Victor, was undoubtedly Sabertooth. He took the file and tucked it into his coat. He would return to the school and ask for the professor's help after he finished looking over the complex.
As he walked toward the door he became instantly alert when he heard something shatter in the next room...
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The creature known as Doomsday once again awoke from his dreamless slumber. Still confined on the asteroid he looked at his surroundings. Again, as before, he saw nothing but stars. But ahead of him he saw another star. Large, but not so large as the one that had imploded. To his right he saw another planet, small, and blue. For one fleeting second he thought perhaps it was the planet that contained Superman, but as he looked he saw this was a dead planet. Cold and frozen. But while this was not Earth, he DID recognize the planet. He had seen the same planet after he had been tossed into space. He looked around slowly, squinting his blood red eyes to see the small points that were the other planets.
He realized it would not be soon. His mind though primitive and full of rage still made the deduction. He was heading back toward Earth. He laughed in hate filled glee as he thought once again of fighting Superman.
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In the quiet night of Paris, the Eiffel tower gave a view many have fawned at. Gambit stood at the top, slowly looking over the city. He took one last drag off his cigarette before throwing it off. Watching it sail down, beyond sight.
He looked down and watched a dark shape jump on to the girders at the bottom and start to scale the tower. He knew this person had been following him. But he had ignored. Whoever it was had yet to reveal themselves, or their intentions, but they hadn't bothered him either.
He watched as the person made incredible speed up the tower. No longer bothering to hide his presence. As the man reached the top he somersaulted over the edge and stood in front of Gambit, his arms crossed, and his tail wrapping itself around his ankle.
Gambit looked at him, trusting not for a second. The man was clothed in a midnight black jumpsuit. And his hair was black as well... While the tail struck him as odd, it also relieved him to find that this person wasn't one of the "Friends."
"Who are you," he asked in his French accent, "and why have you been following me?"
The man smiled widely and spread his arms in an extravagant bow.
"Kurt Wagner, The Nightcrawler, at your service." His voice was thick with a British hint. "And as to why I am following you, I am a friend. More a brother in arms then anything. I saw what was about with those two men back there. Happen often?"
Gambit eyed the Nightcrawler with a careful gaze. "Often enough..."
Nightcrawler laughed and walked to the edge of the railing, looking over. "It doesn't have to, you know? I was sent here because you're in need of assistance."
"I think I can take care of my own..."
"True... I don't doubt your skill, I saw that earlier this evening. But everyone could use a little help now and again. All I'm asking for is a chance. I simply want you to hear me out."
It was a cool night, and Gambit tugged his trench coat tighter around himself. "I'm listening..."
Nightcrawler glanced at Gambit and then up at the stars. He made as if to speak and then fell silent. His eyes focused on something and Gambit followed his gaze.
In the air, a ball of burning light had suddenly appeared. It moved quickly, growing in size. And Gambit realized with horror it was a meteor. He looked at Nightcrawler who had quickly come to the same assumption. The Nightcrawler looked at him quickly.
"We need to get off of here!" He said urgently.
"Obviously! But how!?"
Nightcrawler looked down and then at Gambit, sizing him up, "Don't struggle..."
"Wha-?" Gambit barely had time to utter his confusion before the Nightcrawler put his arm around his waist and vaulted over the railing. Heeding the advice of this man only because it would save him from a painful landing. He was surprised when their fall was suddenly arrested and they swung into the girders of the tower. Quickly, before Gambit could even see what they were doing the Nightcrawler began to shimmy through the struts. Swinging and catching them without effort.
In a matter of seconds the Nightcrawler jumped out of the tower and touched down. He sat Gambit back on his feet and shouted for him to run. As they both sprinted down the street, Gambit risked a glance upwards and saw the asteroid streak across the sky.
No bigger then a car, but still moving at massive speeds it collided with the top of the tower and sent it crumpling to the ground in a spectacular display of destruction. Before the tower had time to collapse the asteroid continued on its course and collided with the ground in the distance, there was a loud thud and a bright flash. And then all was quiet.
Gambit stopped running and looked back. Next to him he saw the Nightcrawler staring into the distance. They heard sirens begin to wail. Nightcrawler reached into a small pocket and pulled out a miniature radio.
"Nightcrawler to home, Ya there?" He said tensely.
He listened as he only got static back. Gambit looked questioning at Nightcrawler.
"That thing hit near our HQ. We need to go find out if they're ok."
Gambit thought for a moment and as his curiosity got the better of him he nodded to Nightcrawler and they started running toward the touchdown of the asteroid.
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ok, there ya go, chapter 4. Well this will prolly my last update for at least nine weeks, but what the hell, if ya like it, you can wait :-P Cya
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As Logan walked into the file room he was surprised to find that this wasn't the small room he had pictured, rather it was a massive room filled with hundreds upon hundreds of filing cabinets. He walked slowly down the corridors of cabinets, reading the labels on each one. Most seemed to be dates, but others were marked by various medical terminologies.
As he read the labels he followed the dates till the very last cabinet. He pulled it open and flipped to the end file. Most of it was papers about the facility, personnel reports, inventory invoices, and other such things. But in the back he found a thick red file. Stamped boldly on the cover were the words: TOP SECRET - EYES ONLY. He flipped the cover open and found himself staring at a picture of himself. He looked much the same, only very tired.
The photo was clipped to a sheath of papers. As he looked over the papers he found that most were in German. But near the end he found a single sheet written in block writing. Seemingly a report that was to be sent on, but never got there. It read:
Subject is responding magnificently. Stage 4 was completed ahead of schedule. Logan's strength and defensive attitude have forced us to sedate him for the past week. But otherwise all is normal. We suspect that within the next two months we will be ready to start work on Victor. Report again in 6 weeks.
Logan could not make out the signature, but the report confirmed what he had already suspected. Being part of an experiment is what gave him his skeletal structure. And his bad dreams. Behind his file, he found another on Sabertooth. The picture of him was much more human then the face that Logan had come to despise, but this man, this Victor, was undoubtedly Sabertooth. He took the file and tucked it into his coat. He would return to the school and ask for the professor's help after he finished looking over the complex.
As he walked toward the door he became instantly alert when he heard something shatter in the next room...
* * * *
The creature known as Doomsday once again awoke from his dreamless slumber. Still confined on the asteroid he looked at his surroundings. Again, as before, he saw nothing but stars. But ahead of him he saw another star. Large, but not so large as the one that had imploded. To his right he saw another planet, small, and blue. For one fleeting second he thought perhaps it was the planet that contained Superman, but as he looked he saw this was a dead planet. Cold and frozen. But while this was not Earth, he DID recognize the planet. He had seen the same planet after he had been tossed into space. He looked around slowly, squinting his blood red eyes to see the small points that were the other planets.
He realized it would not be soon. His mind though primitive and full of rage still made the deduction. He was heading back toward Earth. He laughed in hate filled glee as he thought once again of fighting Superman.
* * * *
In the quiet night of Paris, the Eiffel tower gave a view many have fawned at. Gambit stood at the top, slowly looking over the city. He took one last drag off his cigarette before throwing it off. Watching it sail down, beyond sight.
He looked down and watched a dark shape jump on to the girders at the bottom and start to scale the tower. He knew this person had been following him. But he had ignored. Whoever it was had yet to reveal themselves, or their intentions, but they hadn't bothered him either.
He watched as the person made incredible speed up the tower. No longer bothering to hide his presence. As the man reached the top he somersaulted over the edge and stood in front of Gambit, his arms crossed, and his tail wrapping itself around his ankle.
Gambit looked at him, trusting not for a second. The man was clothed in a midnight black jumpsuit. And his hair was black as well... While the tail struck him as odd, it also relieved him to find that this person wasn't one of the "Friends."
"Who are you," he asked in his French accent, "and why have you been following me?"
The man smiled widely and spread his arms in an extravagant bow.
"Kurt Wagner, The Nightcrawler, at your service." His voice was thick with a British hint. "And as to why I am following you, I am a friend. More a brother in arms then anything. I saw what was about with those two men back there. Happen often?"
Gambit eyed the Nightcrawler with a careful gaze. "Often enough..."
Nightcrawler laughed and walked to the edge of the railing, looking over. "It doesn't have to, you know? I was sent here because you're in need of assistance."
"I think I can take care of my own..."
"True... I don't doubt your skill, I saw that earlier this evening. But everyone could use a little help now and again. All I'm asking for is a chance. I simply want you to hear me out."
It was a cool night, and Gambit tugged his trench coat tighter around himself. "I'm listening..."
Nightcrawler glanced at Gambit and then up at the stars. He made as if to speak and then fell silent. His eyes focused on something and Gambit followed his gaze.
In the air, a ball of burning light had suddenly appeared. It moved quickly, growing in size. And Gambit realized with horror it was a meteor. He looked at Nightcrawler who had quickly come to the same assumption. The Nightcrawler looked at him quickly.
"We need to get off of here!" He said urgently.
"Obviously! But how!?"
Nightcrawler looked down and then at Gambit, sizing him up, "Don't struggle..."
"Wha-?" Gambit barely had time to utter his confusion before the Nightcrawler put his arm around his waist and vaulted over the railing. Heeding the advice of this man only because it would save him from a painful landing. He was surprised when their fall was suddenly arrested and they swung into the girders of the tower. Quickly, before Gambit could even see what they were doing the Nightcrawler began to shimmy through the struts. Swinging and catching them without effort.
In a matter of seconds the Nightcrawler jumped out of the tower and touched down. He sat Gambit back on his feet and shouted for him to run. As they both sprinted down the street, Gambit risked a glance upwards and saw the asteroid streak across the sky.
No bigger then a car, but still moving at massive speeds it collided with the top of the tower and sent it crumpling to the ground in a spectacular display of destruction. Before the tower had time to collapse the asteroid continued on its course and collided with the ground in the distance, there was a loud thud and a bright flash. And then all was quiet.
Gambit stopped running and looked back. Next to him he saw the Nightcrawler staring into the distance. They heard sirens begin to wail. Nightcrawler reached into a small pocket and pulled out a miniature radio.
"Nightcrawler to home, Ya there?" He said tensely.
He listened as he only got static back. Gambit looked questioning at Nightcrawler.
"That thing hit near our HQ. We need to go find out if they're ok."
Gambit thought for a moment and as his curiosity got the better of him he nodded to Nightcrawler and they started running toward the touchdown of the asteroid.
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ok, there ya go, chapter 4. Well this will prolly my last update for at least nine weeks, but what the hell, if ya like it, you can wait :-P Cya