Chapter 4
The city of New York slept as Albert Wesker walked down the street. He hated locking up the shop for the night; it gave him the creeps. He stopped to transfer his wallet into his shoe, and didn't notice the huge form leap across the rooftop above him. He shivered and pulled his jacket closed. His usually slicked back blonde hair was whipping in the wind, and he froze. To his side there was an alleyway, and he could have sworn he saw something move there.
"Bums," he whispered to himself. "Only the homeless." As if on cue a cough was heard from the alley, and Wesker relaxed. He still wanted to get home to his apartment though. "God I hate New York," he muttered entering a different alley to his right.
It's as if the city couldn't afford to put up streetlights, Jeez, he thought. Besides, if I do get mugged they won't find the wallet, but what if they have weapons? He panicked and started to flee down the alleyway at top speed.
"That's it mousy, come to Sabretooth," Victor Creed growled from his perch high above his prey. As Albert Wesker started to slow, Sabretooth made his move. In mere seconds, Sabretooth had jumped onto his back, elbowed him in the face, and plunged his canines into the man's neck. Wesker jerked as his veins were punctured, and Sabretooth dropped his body onto the ground when he was dead. He let out a huge roar of bloodlust and rage, and he ran down the street unaware that his every move was being watched.
Noon the next day, in Brooklyn. Mortimer grinned as he fished through his pockets. The day had been promising, and who knew pick pocketing could make you so much money. "Fools," he grinned as he bought a hot dog from a vender. In Detroit, no idiot should walk the streets with a wallet full of cash and cards. "Truly pathetic," he smiled as he devoured his meal. He started to walk when he saw a good victim. A leggy blonde with her arms full of bags. From his spot he couldn't see her face, but she seemed to be off balance. Perfect, he thought as he trotted through a sea of people towards her. He wouldn't have been able to even see her without his mutant powers. He quickly stepped in front of the woman and pushed her, meanwhile slipping her handbag out of her purse and into his pocket. Easy as pie, he thought as she gasped falling on her back. He instantly became an apologetic citizen who was in a bit of a rush. He'd played the role over a hundred times. "I'm so sorry mam', please forgive me. You see I was in a bit of a rush and I didn't pay attention to where I was going. Are you all right? Please let me help you up."
"Oh it's alright, I'm afraid I've been a little clumsy myself today." She took his hand and pulled herself up. "Where were you off to in such a rush anyway?"
Toad didn't get a lot of these questions, but he was quick to think of a good excuse. "I was off to the museum, I heard they had an attraction full of amphibians."
The lady, who after an introduction was named Wanda, and she seemed very interested in him. "Oh do you like them?"
"Only frogs mam'. Kind of an obsession you could say." While he spoke he was slowly searching for another fool.
"That's wonderful, I like frogs myself. Not as much as you obviously to be off in such a rush to see them at a museum." She gathered her bags up and smiled at him.
"Well it opened at 10:00, and closes at 1:00. I'm terribly sorry Mrs. Wanda," he said politely ending the conversation.
"Buh-bye, good luck with your frogs."
Mortimer Toynbee walked away full of annoyance. That woman practically gave me an interrogation. In the blink of an eye, his tongue shot out and hit the back of her head, knocking off her wig.
She turned around and screamed, but it must have been the wind, because there was no one within a meter of her. She picked up her hair and scampered off in tears.
Toad grinned, "I could tell it was a fake," as he continued to be studied from the sky.
Raven Darkholme entered the lab, nodding at a professor or two. The mutant genetics lab was designed to do experiments on mutants, and she couldn't allow that to continue. She flipped back her artificial blonde hair and un-buttoned her lab coat. Hanging it on a rack, she stepped into the broom closet. There she transformed into the dead police officer that lay beside her. She grunted as her face started to take male features. Her shoulders were broadening; her muscles building. Her long blonde hair shrank into short black, and she opened the door newly formed. Removing the cop's firearm, she quickly made her way towards the lab and peeked around the corner. Two officers, no biggie. "Hey guys," it's my shift now," she waved with a deep throaty voice.
"Really, 10:00 already? Is that right Lou?"
The younger cop shrugged tapping his watch, "Mine must be busted, let's go get something to eat."
The two imbeciles walked off and Mystique took her true form. "You didn't even ask for an I.D.," she whispered with a smirk. She approached the lab doors and used the cop's card to gain entrance. There she saw the most horrifying thing. They were drilling into mutants! One with green skin was being dipped in some kind of acid. She took out her bombs from her belt and started to set them. I'll be hurting a lot of innocent mutants, but it's for the good of the mutant race.
She slipped through the room undetected and placed the rest of her twelve bombs. She walked out of the facility the way she got in, and 4 minutes later she flipped the switch. And watched the fire burn. A figure flew away then, tiny size, even microscopic. She had been watched the whole time.
The pinball master put down the phone. "Who was it master?" the Blob asked.
"That was a little mutant, who seeks my help in disposing of some X men," Arcade grinned.
Omega Red stood up, "Send me, I am perfectly capable of destroying them by myself."
Arcade held up his finger. "Oh, like you did the last ten encounters?" No, he thought. His gang would all have to help on this one. The rest of Magneto's team was ready as well, constantly monitered by cyber cams. He grinned, "Bring in Cain, I wish to speak with him."
Moments later the Juggernaut entered the room, his huge bulk barely fit through the doorway. "You wished to see me sir?"
"Yes Mr. Cain, I did." He grinned evilly and gestured toward a chair. "Take a seat, we've got a lot to talk about."
Meanwhile others were being closely monitored. Apocalypse stared at the screens, which were plugged into his enormous arms. Lord Magneto wanted him to round them all up, and tell them the plan. "Thy will be done," he muttered. He sighed and laid back; this would take some time. On the screen was Arcade, The Blob, Omega Red, The Juggernaut, Mystique, Sabretooth, and Toad. This team would be unstoppable, he thought as he picked up the phone and called Mr. Sinister.
The city of New York slept as Albert Wesker walked down the street. He hated locking up the shop for the night; it gave him the creeps. He stopped to transfer his wallet into his shoe, and didn't notice the huge form leap across the rooftop above him. He shivered and pulled his jacket closed. His usually slicked back blonde hair was whipping in the wind, and he froze. To his side there was an alleyway, and he could have sworn he saw something move there.
"Bums," he whispered to himself. "Only the homeless." As if on cue a cough was heard from the alley, and Wesker relaxed. He still wanted to get home to his apartment though. "God I hate New York," he muttered entering a different alley to his right.
It's as if the city couldn't afford to put up streetlights, Jeez, he thought. Besides, if I do get mugged they won't find the wallet, but what if they have weapons? He panicked and started to flee down the alleyway at top speed.
"That's it mousy, come to Sabretooth," Victor Creed growled from his perch high above his prey. As Albert Wesker started to slow, Sabretooth made his move. In mere seconds, Sabretooth had jumped onto his back, elbowed him in the face, and plunged his canines into the man's neck. Wesker jerked as his veins were punctured, and Sabretooth dropped his body onto the ground when he was dead. He let out a huge roar of bloodlust and rage, and he ran down the street unaware that his every move was being watched.
Noon the next day, in Brooklyn. Mortimer grinned as he fished through his pockets. The day had been promising, and who knew pick pocketing could make you so much money. "Fools," he grinned as he bought a hot dog from a vender. In Detroit, no idiot should walk the streets with a wallet full of cash and cards. "Truly pathetic," he smiled as he devoured his meal. He started to walk when he saw a good victim. A leggy blonde with her arms full of bags. From his spot he couldn't see her face, but she seemed to be off balance. Perfect, he thought as he trotted through a sea of people towards her. He wouldn't have been able to even see her without his mutant powers. He quickly stepped in front of the woman and pushed her, meanwhile slipping her handbag out of her purse and into his pocket. Easy as pie, he thought as she gasped falling on her back. He instantly became an apologetic citizen who was in a bit of a rush. He'd played the role over a hundred times. "I'm so sorry mam', please forgive me. You see I was in a bit of a rush and I didn't pay attention to where I was going. Are you all right? Please let me help you up."
"Oh it's alright, I'm afraid I've been a little clumsy myself today." She took his hand and pulled herself up. "Where were you off to in such a rush anyway?"
Toad didn't get a lot of these questions, but he was quick to think of a good excuse. "I was off to the museum, I heard they had an attraction full of amphibians."
The lady, who after an introduction was named Wanda, and she seemed very interested in him. "Oh do you like them?"
"Only frogs mam'. Kind of an obsession you could say." While he spoke he was slowly searching for another fool.
"That's wonderful, I like frogs myself. Not as much as you obviously to be off in such a rush to see them at a museum." She gathered her bags up and smiled at him.
"Well it opened at 10:00, and closes at 1:00. I'm terribly sorry Mrs. Wanda," he said politely ending the conversation.
"Buh-bye, good luck with your frogs."
Mortimer Toynbee walked away full of annoyance. That woman practically gave me an interrogation. In the blink of an eye, his tongue shot out and hit the back of her head, knocking off her wig.
She turned around and screamed, but it must have been the wind, because there was no one within a meter of her. She picked up her hair and scampered off in tears.
Toad grinned, "I could tell it was a fake," as he continued to be studied from the sky.
Raven Darkholme entered the lab, nodding at a professor or two. The mutant genetics lab was designed to do experiments on mutants, and she couldn't allow that to continue. She flipped back her artificial blonde hair and un-buttoned her lab coat. Hanging it on a rack, she stepped into the broom closet. There she transformed into the dead police officer that lay beside her. She grunted as her face started to take male features. Her shoulders were broadening; her muscles building. Her long blonde hair shrank into short black, and she opened the door newly formed. Removing the cop's firearm, she quickly made her way towards the lab and peeked around the corner. Two officers, no biggie. "Hey guys," it's my shift now," she waved with a deep throaty voice.
"Really, 10:00 already? Is that right Lou?"
The younger cop shrugged tapping his watch, "Mine must be busted, let's go get something to eat."
The two imbeciles walked off and Mystique took her true form. "You didn't even ask for an I.D.," she whispered with a smirk. She approached the lab doors and used the cop's card to gain entrance. There she saw the most horrifying thing. They were drilling into mutants! One with green skin was being dipped in some kind of acid. She took out her bombs from her belt and started to set them. I'll be hurting a lot of innocent mutants, but it's for the good of the mutant race.
She slipped through the room undetected and placed the rest of her twelve bombs. She walked out of the facility the way she got in, and 4 minutes later she flipped the switch. And watched the fire burn. A figure flew away then, tiny size, even microscopic. She had been watched the whole time.
The pinball master put down the phone. "Who was it master?" the Blob asked.
"That was a little mutant, who seeks my help in disposing of some X men," Arcade grinned.
Omega Red stood up, "Send me, I am perfectly capable of destroying them by myself."
Arcade held up his finger. "Oh, like you did the last ten encounters?" No, he thought. His gang would all have to help on this one. The rest of Magneto's team was ready as well, constantly monitered by cyber cams. He grinned, "Bring in Cain, I wish to speak with him."
Moments later the Juggernaut entered the room, his huge bulk barely fit through the doorway. "You wished to see me sir?"
"Yes Mr. Cain, I did." He grinned evilly and gestured toward a chair. "Take a seat, we've got a lot to talk about."
Meanwhile others were being closely monitored. Apocalypse stared at the screens, which were plugged into his enormous arms. Lord Magneto wanted him to round them all up, and tell them the plan. "Thy will be done," he muttered. He sighed and laid back; this would take some time. On the screen was Arcade, The Blob, Omega Red, The Juggernaut, Mystique, Sabretooth, and Toad. This team would be unstoppable, he thought as he picked up the phone and called Mr. Sinister.