Chapter 21: Decisions.
Ha! Here's another chapter for your reading pleasure.
Summary: Somebody's going down. (That should get your interests up)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Dedication: To all the Fans of this saga, I say a big thank you. THANK YOU!!!
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Miami, Florida
"It's good to be home." Mike Nagrite muttered sarcastically as he stepped through the portal that Gateway had created. "God I hate this place." He said as he looked around at the desolate landscape.
"Bad feeling's Homme?" Gambit asked as he walked up to the figure that he called friend.
"I lost Sarah here." Mike said solemnly. "She was blown apart in front of me and I couldn't do a single fucking thing to stop it."
"It's not your fault Mon Ami."
"Yes. It is. No matter what face you put on it, she died because of me." Mike said as he forged ahead in the desolate area. "Come on, Worthington said Mesmero's based is this way."
"What's wrong with the kid?" Sabertooth asked as he and Logan caught up with Gambit.
"He's hurting, Vic." Logan said as he through his cigar on the ground. "Can't you smell it?"
"Yea. I'm just hoping his pain and lust for vengeance won't kill us all."
"I know the man." Gambit said as he stared at the figure in front of them. "He can keep it under control. He knows that way to much is riding on it."
"For once I hope your telling the truth Cajun. I hope to whatever is holy that you're right." Victor Creed said as he and the others moved toward the citadel that held Mesmero, Horseman of Death.
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Ireland, Heaven Bar
"Do you think it was wise to send those renegades to their death's?" Emma Frost asked as she sipped her chardonnay.
~ I know Mike, Emma ~ Jonothan Starsmore projected. ~ If anything, Mesmero's the one who's going to die, not them ~
"Still we must reconcile with the fact that we can no longer play both sides like we have been." Betsey Braddock said as she poured another glass.
"I do hate to admit it, but Karma is right." Sebastian Shaw stated as he walked over to the balcony.
"Then it's agreed. We must choose a side." Warren Worthington said as he looked out the window. "Apocalypse or The Resistance."
~ I don't like the choices gov'ner, but The Exiles will do the will of the Inner Circle, plain and simple ~ Chamber said.
"My friends, we now make the hardest decision of a life time." Shaw said as he looked at the others. "Oh, and it looks like we have company."
"STARSMORE!!!" Prelate Jubilee screamed as she and Prelate Synch burst in.
~ Allow me to make the decision Shaw. ~ Chamber projected as he used his Bio-Organic Blasts to blow Jubilee and Synch away into nothing. ~ God, I hated that little Bitch. ~ Chamber projected.
"Well I guess we're on the side of the resistance." Emma said as she looked at the two piles of ash that were once Prelates of Apocalypse.
"I'll go pack the china." Shaw said as he left the room.
"I've got the silver." Angel said as he to left.
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Miami, Florida
"RUN!!!" One of the Infinites shouted as a barrage of Kinetically charged playing cards crashed into his back, blowing him to shred's.
"Dis be way to easy Mon Ami's." Gambit said as Wolverine and Omega finished of what remained of the Infinites.
"Cajun's right." Wolverine said as he looked around and sniffed the air. "Where's Vic?"
"He said he was going to forge ahead." Omega said as he faced Wolverine.
"Yea, but where?" Gambit asked as he looked around. There was no sign of Sabertooth.
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"Ah, Victor. It's so nice to see you again, old friend." Mesmero said as Sabertooth approached him.
"You ain't my friend Mes."
"Still pissed that I beat you for position as Horseman of Death?" Mesmero asked as he turned to face Sabertooth.
"Nope. I decided a long time ago that the side of the Angels is going to be the one that wins. Not Apocalypses side." Sabertooth said as he braced himself for a charge.
"Victor, Victor. You know damn well that Apocalypse is going to win this war."
"Over my dead, decaying corpse."
"That. Can be arranged." Mesmero said as he took hold of one of his personal mutant assassins. A pale female in crimson armor with an eye patch and long black hair. "Her name is Domino, for the fact that thing's tend to fall into place when she gets going."
"This is going to be a long day." Sabertooth said as he and Domino charged into each other and began to fight.
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Antarctica
"BUTCHER!!!" Nate Grey screamed as he let loose a Psionic blast that tore through the air and slammed into the man who called himself Essex. All of Avalon was on fire, the monk Cain, Destiny and Teresa where dead at his feet. And that made for a very pissed of Telepath.
"Calm down Nate. I did it for your own good." Essex said as he shrugged off the blast. And returned a blast of his own, which Nate dodged.
"You've got two seconds to explain before I turn you inside out."
"You're my creation Nate. Blended from the DNA of two of the most powerful mutants in the world. Designed by me to kill Apocalypse." Essex said as he morphed himself into his true form. Sinister.
"Why would I kill Apocalypse? You're the one who killed everyone I loved!"
"Um, Wow. I didn't think of that." Sinister said as he scratched his chin. "I'll be Damned."
"You got that right." Nate said as he unleashed the full force of his Psionic powers. Sinister was blown to shreds. "Now it's Apocalypses turn." Nate said as he flew off, leaving Avalon in fire.
"Hmmm, I underestimated his powers." Sinister said as he reformed himself. He then felt a strange sensation in his stomach. He looked down to see that he was bleeding heavily. "Could it be, that after so long… I'm actually dying?" Sinister mused before he collapsed in a heap, dead at long last.
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Miami, Florida
"Are you sure this is the way, Logan?" Omega asked as he and Gambit followed Wolverine down a long corridor.
"The nose doesn't lie, Bub." Logan said as he popped the claws on his good hand.
"Holy God." Gambit said when they got to the end of the corridor. Sabertooth was hanging by chains, gutted. His intestines were lying on the floor, blood soaking everything. His face was smeared with blood, and his eyes had a hollow look to them.
"Victor?" Logan asked as he approached his friend.
"He put up quite the fight." They turned to see Mesmero, with a throng of mutants behind him. "He killed four of my best assassins. Domino, Shatterstar, Rictor and Arcade. But like all foes of the Dark Lord, he died. And very horribly to I might add. Now, who's next?"
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Another Day, Another Chapter, Another couple of Deaths. As you can tell, this fic is drawing to a close, but fear not true believers. It still has its running shoes on. Whatever the hell that means. Please review.
Peace out,
Descendent
Ha! Here's another chapter for your reading pleasure.
Summary: Somebody's going down. (That should get your interests up)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Dedication: To all the Fans of this saga, I say a big thank you. THANK YOU!!!
*****************
Miami, Florida
"It's good to be home." Mike Nagrite muttered sarcastically as he stepped through the portal that Gateway had created. "God I hate this place." He said as he looked around at the desolate landscape.
"Bad feeling's Homme?" Gambit asked as he walked up to the figure that he called friend.
"I lost Sarah here." Mike said solemnly. "She was blown apart in front of me and I couldn't do a single fucking thing to stop it."
"It's not your fault Mon Ami."
"Yes. It is. No matter what face you put on it, she died because of me." Mike said as he forged ahead in the desolate area. "Come on, Worthington said Mesmero's based is this way."
"What's wrong with the kid?" Sabertooth asked as he and Logan caught up with Gambit.
"He's hurting, Vic." Logan said as he through his cigar on the ground. "Can't you smell it?"
"Yea. I'm just hoping his pain and lust for vengeance won't kill us all."
"I know the man." Gambit said as he stared at the figure in front of them. "He can keep it under control. He knows that way to much is riding on it."
"For once I hope your telling the truth Cajun. I hope to whatever is holy that you're right." Victor Creed said as he and the others moved toward the citadel that held Mesmero, Horseman of Death.
*****************
Ireland, Heaven Bar
"Do you think it was wise to send those renegades to their death's?" Emma Frost asked as she sipped her chardonnay.
~ I know Mike, Emma ~ Jonothan Starsmore projected. ~ If anything, Mesmero's the one who's going to die, not them ~
"Still we must reconcile with the fact that we can no longer play both sides like we have been." Betsey Braddock said as she poured another glass.
"I do hate to admit it, but Karma is right." Sebastian Shaw stated as he walked over to the balcony.
"Then it's agreed. We must choose a side." Warren Worthington said as he looked out the window. "Apocalypse or The Resistance."
~ I don't like the choices gov'ner, but The Exiles will do the will of the Inner Circle, plain and simple ~ Chamber said.
"My friends, we now make the hardest decision of a life time." Shaw said as he looked at the others. "Oh, and it looks like we have company."
"STARSMORE!!!" Prelate Jubilee screamed as she and Prelate Synch burst in.
~ Allow me to make the decision Shaw. ~ Chamber projected as he used his Bio-Organic Blasts to blow Jubilee and Synch away into nothing. ~ God, I hated that little Bitch. ~ Chamber projected.
"Well I guess we're on the side of the resistance." Emma said as she looked at the two piles of ash that were once Prelates of Apocalypse.
"I'll go pack the china." Shaw said as he left the room.
"I've got the silver." Angel said as he to left.
*****************
Miami, Florida
"RUN!!!" One of the Infinites shouted as a barrage of Kinetically charged playing cards crashed into his back, blowing him to shred's.
"Dis be way to easy Mon Ami's." Gambit said as Wolverine and Omega finished of what remained of the Infinites.
"Cajun's right." Wolverine said as he looked around and sniffed the air. "Where's Vic?"
"He said he was going to forge ahead." Omega said as he faced Wolverine.
"Yea, but where?" Gambit asked as he looked around. There was no sign of Sabertooth.
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"Ah, Victor. It's so nice to see you again, old friend." Mesmero said as Sabertooth approached him.
"You ain't my friend Mes."
"Still pissed that I beat you for position as Horseman of Death?" Mesmero asked as he turned to face Sabertooth.
"Nope. I decided a long time ago that the side of the Angels is going to be the one that wins. Not Apocalypses side." Sabertooth said as he braced himself for a charge.
"Victor, Victor. You know damn well that Apocalypse is going to win this war."
"Over my dead, decaying corpse."
"That. Can be arranged." Mesmero said as he took hold of one of his personal mutant assassins. A pale female in crimson armor with an eye patch and long black hair. "Her name is Domino, for the fact that thing's tend to fall into place when she gets going."
"This is going to be a long day." Sabertooth said as he and Domino charged into each other and began to fight.
*****************
Antarctica
"BUTCHER!!!" Nate Grey screamed as he let loose a Psionic blast that tore through the air and slammed into the man who called himself Essex. All of Avalon was on fire, the monk Cain, Destiny and Teresa where dead at his feet. And that made for a very pissed of Telepath.
"Calm down Nate. I did it for your own good." Essex said as he shrugged off the blast. And returned a blast of his own, which Nate dodged.
"You've got two seconds to explain before I turn you inside out."
"You're my creation Nate. Blended from the DNA of two of the most powerful mutants in the world. Designed by me to kill Apocalypse." Essex said as he morphed himself into his true form. Sinister.
"Why would I kill Apocalypse? You're the one who killed everyone I loved!"
"Um, Wow. I didn't think of that." Sinister said as he scratched his chin. "I'll be Damned."
"You got that right." Nate said as he unleashed the full force of his Psionic powers. Sinister was blown to shreds. "Now it's Apocalypses turn." Nate said as he flew off, leaving Avalon in fire.
"Hmmm, I underestimated his powers." Sinister said as he reformed himself. He then felt a strange sensation in his stomach. He looked down to see that he was bleeding heavily. "Could it be, that after so long… I'm actually dying?" Sinister mused before he collapsed in a heap, dead at long last.
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Miami, Florida
"Are you sure this is the way, Logan?" Omega asked as he and Gambit followed Wolverine down a long corridor.
"The nose doesn't lie, Bub." Logan said as he popped the claws on his good hand.
"Holy God." Gambit said when they got to the end of the corridor. Sabertooth was hanging by chains, gutted. His intestines were lying on the floor, blood soaking everything. His face was smeared with blood, and his eyes had a hollow look to them.
"Victor?" Logan asked as he approached his friend.
"He put up quite the fight." They turned to see Mesmero, with a throng of mutants behind him. "He killed four of my best assassins. Domino, Shatterstar, Rictor and Arcade. But like all foes of the Dark Lord, he died. And very horribly to I might add. Now, who's next?"
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Another Day, Another Chapter, Another couple of Deaths. As you can tell, this fic is drawing to a close, but fear not true believers. It still has its running shoes on. Whatever the hell that means. Please review.
Peace out,
Descendent