Dark Beast Comes To Play
"Meow, purr, purr, want to play with Remy," rumbled Sabretooth as he took a firm hold of Remy's ankle digging in his claws for a more secure grip. Then ignoring the colorful French curses being uttered by the agonized Cajun he began dragging his prize behind him. He was planning a little trip back to the catnip bush and a nice game of cat and mouse with his good 'friend' Remy. Suddenly a raw steak landed on the floor right in front of him. Creed promptly let go of Remy and fell on the steak eagerly devouring it. Unfortunately his enjoyment was to be rather short lived since the steak contained enough tranquilizers to render an entire herd of buffalo unconscious. Creed yawned then toppled backwards right on top of Remy. The Cajun muttered a few choice curse words since he was now buried under the considerable bulk of the snoozing feral.
"Merde, dis really isn't Remy's day,"
"Oh don't worry Remy, if you think it's been bad so far then believe me it's going to get a whole lot worse," chuckled a somehow familiar voice.
Creed was lifted off Remy as if he weighed no more than a housecat and Remy gulped nervously as he looked up into a pair of unblinking savage yellow eyes. Another chuckle and a cold fang-filled grin, before a massive clawed hand reached up and grabbed him by the collar heaving him to his feet.
"Oui mon ami, dis is much worse already," groaned Remy as an iron grip took him painfully by the shoulder and he was dragged none too gently out the back door and in the direction of the basketball court.
"So once again we meet Charles, my oldest and best friend and yet my greatest adversary. It saddens me that you still pursue your naïve and fruitless dream of peaceful coexistence between mutants and human when we both know my way is the only way. Join me in my course so that homo superior can take it's rightful place, why are you looking at me like that?" asked Jubilee/Magneto as she noticed Jean and Scott were looking at her as though she had gone just a little crazy.
"Well apart from the fact that you're wearing a bucket on your head I'm actually Jean Grey not Charles Xavier," said Jean.
"Sorry but well you're a bald telepath, really an easy mistake to make," muttered Jubilee somewhat apologetically.
Scott made the mistake of bursting into laughter and was promptly pelted by paperclips which were thrown by Jubilee's magnetic power, actually a handy hairdryer. Jean took advantage of the distraction to telekinetically entangle Scott in her sheet, fling him into the open wardrobe; slam shut the door and turns it to face the wall. She would probably take pity on him and let him out in a few hours, if she remembered. When she looked around Jubilee had disappeared once again.
"I wonder who she'll be this time," she sighed and sure enough a minute or two later Jubilee was back. To Jean's considerable surprise she was wearing her normal attire and Jean hoped that this meant she was back to normal.
"Good to see you're back to your old self Jubilee," said Jean with a smile.
"Once again my shape-shifting has fooled even your great mind Jean Grey. For you see I'm Mystique, merely choosing to take the form of Jubilee," smirked Jubilee.
A loud groan emanated from the wardrobe and Jean Grey buried her face in her hands and began very quietly to sob. Jubilee shook her head and sighed, those people really had a problem but still what could you expect from the X-Men.
"What shall I do next, oh yes I'd better assemble a new Brotherhood of Evil Mutants," satisfied Jubilee set off to look for Sabretooth since he'd make an excellent member.
"Now Scott that she's gone you're finally going to listen to how awful things have been for me and when I'm absolutely certain you're genuinely sympathetic I will let you go,"
Scott sighed wearily; he was probably going to be stuck in this wardrobe for a very long time.
"Ya know I thought I'd got rid of all those freaking X-Babies, hang on I don't seem ta recall seeing Sugar Man, Apocalypse, Dark Beast and Holocaust. Hang on a minute, this don't smell right, aw hell not real X-Babies," snarled Logan unsheathing his claws.
"By the goddess, what infamy is this? Oh my Snaggletooth, Misty Q and Sinister, Juggernaut, Magneto, Blob, Pyro and Avalanche. You know if they weren't so evil they would be cute," whispered Ororo.
Mojo had taken the sensible option and fled back to the Mojoverse some time ago but he'd left his creations behind. Now Logan and Ororo were backed up against the wall as the twelve miniature menaces slowly advanced upon them. Logan's growl was matched by Snaggletooth and Dark Beastie while Misty Q looked at him lovingly. Ororo was definitely worried about the look in the Apocalypse's X-Baby's eyes.
"Get that Storm for me boys, she's going to be my slave and do all the cooking and the washing up for us. Also she will have the privilege of telling me how great I am," boomed the little Apocalypse.
"In yer dreams bub!" roared Logan; nobody was getting their hands on his Ororo.
Apocalypse smirked and with a wave of his hand the X-Babies rushed forward, Snaggletooth and Dark Beast sinking their fangs into his shins. As he cursed and limped about trying to shake off the firmly attached X-Babies, he was blasted by Holocaust, Avalanche and Pyro which knocked him flat on his back. Juggernaut, Sugar Man and Blob sat on his chest pinning him to the ground while Misty Q advanced upon him and began smothering him with kisses.
"Yer all going ta get a taste of claw city fer this bubs," snarled Logan weakly.
Fortunately a fight had broken out between Apocalypse, Sinister and Magneto as to who was actually in charge and Ororo was able to take advantage of the distraction to go off and find some help. If the X-Babies had just taken down the most ferocious of all X-Men then who could possibly stand a chance against them? Perhaps she would have to unleash the deadliest force of all upon them, Bobby and Hank on sugar highs!
"No use begging me for mercy Remy, the only way you will get me to stop is by telling me what I need to know," snarled Dark Beast.
Remy shivered, he was quite helpless at the moment firmly tied to the basketball post. The gray-furred mutant was giving him a cold, vicious grin and those savage eyes held not a hint of compassion. Remy shuddered at the thought of enduring another minute of that dreadful torture. Too late, here he came again stretching out those massive hands, slowly and deliberately letting Remy see those sharp claws. Then the claws came again scraping all the way down the metal post to which he was tied. He shuddered as the vibrations of the post sent his innards quivering, fighting against the rising tide of nausea. The noise was far worse than fingernails on a blackboard and Remy was howling for mercy, pleading, swearing to do anything to make it stop.
"Remy I am a man of reason, I will stop this if you tell me what I want to know," said Dark Beast almost soothingly.
"Mon ami, Remy would gladly tell you but he not know what you want since you neglected to say what it is you want," gasped Remy breathlessly.
"Oops my bad, just wanted to get some fun in first. I simply want to know where my blue furry counterpart is keeping his experimental Twinkies," said McCoy with mock sorrow.
Sweating Remy told McCoy exactly where the Twinkies were and what the effects were. A broad friendly grin lit up Dark Beast's face and he gave Remy a pat on the head. Then he leaned so close that Remy nearly sneezed from McCoy's sideburns tickling his nose.
"See that wasn't so bad now was it and as a reward for your cooperation the torture will now stop," whispered McCoy in Remy's ear.
"Remy get his freedom now oui?" asked Remy hopefully but then his heart sank as a malevolent grin spread across the furry face.
"No!" McCoy gave him a vicious grin and liberally doused Remy with the catnip he'd earlier ripped from the bush. Another pat on the head, one last growling chuckle and he loped off to find his prize. Remy meanwhile was shuddering uncontrollably as a loud purr told him that Sabretooth was about to arrive!
"Well curse my stars and garters, I'm so evil that sometimes I even frighten myself!" purred McCoy.
Ororo raised an eyebrow when she found Hank polishing off the last of the beer. As far as she knew this was also the first time she'd ever seen him looking quite like this. Black T-shirts, ripped denim jeans and leather jackets were not the usual sort of attire for him. She just hoped that he wasn't so far gone to the feral side that he would have no interest in helping her. A pair of still kindly if a little wild blue eyes gave her the once over then with a loud whoop Hank sprang straight for her giving her a kiss and a hug so tight he nearly broke three ribs.
"Storm my darling; you look as lovely as ever,"
"Hank, I need your help," began Ororo as soon as she'd recovered from her near heart failure. Hank listened sympathetically as she explained Logan's predicament and she was nearly deafened by Hank yelling loudly for Bobby. Bobby appeared wearing, well it looked like one of Cyclops's old costumes but the colors, made it look like a drunken rainbow.
"We need to rescue my fellow feral Wolverine Bobby," said Hank.
"OK partner,"
Hank knelt and hefted Bobby up and onto his shoulders, charging off with a loud yell and Ororo wondered whether after all this really had been such a good idea.
"Hello darlin," growled a small voice and she turned to see the little Wolvie grinning at her.
"Want to come help me rescue your big brother?" asked Ororo hopefully.
The Wolverine X-Baby grinned. An opportunity to prove that he was the best there is at what he did, causing chaos. Of course he faced stiff competition in that regard from Jubilee, Hank and Bobby.