*First story. Be gentle*
Shadows. They didn't make sense. Especially when you were forced to live in them. Hiding. Always hiding. A growl escaped the lips of the German mutant known only as Bulwark as he hoisted Emplate on his shoulders to get a better look at Monet, his beautiful sister. Too bad he only wanted to use her for a plan no one else in the New Hellions was informed about. Another growl escaped, except louder this time, as Bulwark's hatred for Emplate grew. "Finished yet?" He asked a little taken back at how his voice was slowly starting to sound American. "We're finished when I say we're finished." He paused. "We're finished." He leapt down off of the burly mutant's shoulders and gathered his composure. "It seems that my sister has been quite busy since we last met. "Her ability to sense me will work against us while we're here in lovely Westchester, New York. Vincente, I want you to watch the team and look for those little tykes Artie and Leech. If they're on campus, alert me immediately. As for the rest of you lay low, we don't need some shit mistake messing my plan up. The sewers of Westchester can only hold the New Hellions for so long."
The sun. So wonderful. Well to Roberto DaCosta it was. It was the source of his mutant ability so of course he was going to love the sun. If rotten apples were what he got his energy from that allowed him to fly and do so many other things he would love them. But they're not. The sun is. So he loves the sun. That is why he's on the roof. That and listening to everyone else argue gets old.fast. "Having fun Dacosta?" Came a voice from behind Roberto. He didn't need to turn around and see whom it was. He knew it belonged to Marrow. She had been following him around like a mentally ill shadow every sense he and the rest of the X-Men saved her from a rebellious Gene Nation and the Weapon X program. Both were going to be after again so why not let her make herself at home at the mansion. Made enough sense to Roberto. "Can you just leave me alone? I'm not in the mood for any of your mind games." He wasn't quite sure if Sarah did have feelings for him but after the experiments Weapon X did on her, almost every male in the mansion was lusting over her new body. "Come on Roberto, I'm just trying to be friendly. Plus, I got tired and stirring up deep-rooted problems down on the ground. Can't you for once treat me like I'm part of the team?" She asked placing a smooth hand on the Brazilian mutant's shoulder. He pushed the woman's hand off his shoulder and turned ready to release every pint up emotion out on her. She stood there, smiling, knowing she pushed the right buttons this time. He cocked his head to the side and smiled back. "Like I said, I'm not in the mood for you games." His body and clothing turned all black, signaling he was utilizing his powers. He leapt off the roof and flew off. He really needed to be alone now.
Matter exists in three states, solid, liquid, and gas. Vincente existed in all three. Right now, he was in his gas state doing what needed to be done. So far, he spotted only six X-Men around. The must were gone. No one had said where yet. But when they did, he would be there and he would hear it. He continued along letting the wind take him where it wanted to, expanding his grasp everywhere searching for Artie and Leech. The two little runts were very important to Emplate but he didn't know why. Why Emplate was so secretive about this plan was, well, a secret to him. He allowed the wind to drift him along further until he was to a deserted area of the campus. There, he changed to his solid state and started toward the institute. He climbed in through a window and started toward the attic. In Massachusetts, the little brats lived in the attic so if they were here he figured nothing much would've changed. An outreached purple hand flung the door open to reveal.nothing. The brats weren't here. Looks like Emplate's plan would have to go through without the little tykes. Too bad. He felt like killing something innocent and defenseless today.
"Did Artie see that?" Came a voice after Vincente had decided to leave the attic. "'Cause Leech saw that and Leech knows that means bad. Come on, we'll go tell Mr. Cralwer."
Shadows. They didn't make sense. Especially when you were forced to live in them. Hiding. Always hiding. A growl escaped the lips of the German mutant known only as Bulwark as he hoisted Emplate on his shoulders to get a better look at Monet, his beautiful sister. Too bad he only wanted to use her for a plan no one else in the New Hellions was informed about. Another growl escaped, except louder this time, as Bulwark's hatred for Emplate grew. "Finished yet?" He asked a little taken back at how his voice was slowly starting to sound American. "We're finished when I say we're finished." He paused. "We're finished." He leapt down off of the burly mutant's shoulders and gathered his composure. "It seems that my sister has been quite busy since we last met. "Her ability to sense me will work against us while we're here in lovely Westchester, New York. Vincente, I want you to watch the team and look for those little tykes Artie and Leech. If they're on campus, alert me immediately. As for the rest of you lay low, we don't need some shit mistake messing my plan up. The sewers of Westchester can only hold the New Hellions for so long."
The sun. So wonderful. Well to Roberto DaCosta it was. It was the source of his mutant ability so of course he was going to love the sun. If rotten apples were what he got his energy from that allowed him to fly and do so many other things he would love them. But they're not. The sun is. So he loves the sun. That is why he's on the roof. That and listening to everyone else argue gets old.fast. "Having fun Dacosta?" Came a voice from behind Roberto. He didn't need to turn around and see whom it was. He knew it belonged to Marrow. She had been following him around like a mentally ill shadow every sense he and the rest of the X-Men saved her from a rebellious Gene Nation and the Weapon X program. Both were going to be after again so why not let her make herself at home at the mansion. Made enough sense to Roberto. "Can you just leave me alone? I'm not in the mood for any of your mind games." He wasn't quite sure if Sarah did have feelings for him but after the experiments Weapon X did on her, almost every male in the mansion was lusting over her new body. "Come on Roberto, I'm just trying to be friendly. Plus, I got tired and stirring up deep-rooted problems down on the ground. Can't you for once treat me like I'm part of the team?" She asked placing a smooth hand on the Brazilian mutant's shoulder. He pushed the woman's hand off his shoulder and turned ready to release every pint up emotion out on her. She stood there, smiling, knowing she pushed the right buttons this time. He cocked his head to the side and smiled back. "Like I said, I'm not in the mood for you games." His body and clothing turned all black, signaling he was utilizing his powers. He leapt off the roof and flew off. He really needed to be alone now.
Matter exists in three states, solid, liquid, and gas. Vincente existed in all three. Right now, he was in his gas state doing what needed to be done. So far, he spotted only six X-Men around. The must were gone. No one had said where yet. But when they did, he would be there and he would hear it. He continued along letting the wind take him where it wanted to, expanding his grasp everywhere searching for Artie and Leech. The two little runts were very important to Emplate but he didn't know why. Why Emplate was so secretive about this plan was, well, a secret to him. He allowed the wind to drift him along further until he was to a deserted area of the campus. There, he changed to his solid state and started toward the institute. He climbed in through a window and started toward the attic. In Massachusetts, the little brats lived in the attic so if they were here he figured nothing much would've changed. An outreached purple hand flung the door open to reveal.nothing. The brats weren't here. Looks like Emplate's plan would have to go through without the little tykes. Too bad. He felt like killing something innocent and defenseless today.
"Did Artie see that?" Came a voice after Vincente had decided to leave the attic. "'Cause Leech saw that and Leech knows that means bad. Come on, we'll go tell Mr. Cralwer."
