Would I be writing on FanFiction if I owned the X-men? Of course not. so
we're going to have to go and assume once more that the X-Men aren't mine.
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Eric sighed heavily and turned away from Touch. "I'll answer your question only because I have the same one for you." This comment caused Touch to freeze - Casey's consciousness swore that he knew the figure before him. He maintained his inquiring stare however, wanting an answer first.
Eric began. "I'm a cross between a human and a vampire. I have incredible strength and agility, but I'm immune to garlic, silver, and sunlight. Vampires killed my mother, so I'm searching for her murder. revenge isn't very profitable though, so I do things like this. I always hid what I was from you because I preferred you not knowing. simple as that."
Touch had calculated due to their fight that Eric had been some sort of super human hybrid, but he had no idea it was something he was born with. His thoughts were quickly interrupted however.
"You're turn."
Pacing across the room, Touch told the story of how he had gotten into Casey's body, and skipped over the events of the X-Tremes to dictate how he was located in this current situation. Eric nodded as the story was told, making the connections of how his childhood friend had been acting remarkably more powerful. At the conclusion of the story, they began discussing their next course of action.
"There won't be any problems with security," Eric said. "The security guards are all dealing with the police at the moment. The only things we have to worry about are the personal guards, and Shaw and Emma themselves." Touch agreed, though the tactics weren't on the front of his mind. he was slowly reaching an epiphany over what had happened.
"You are the cross of two different homo sapien derived creatures," Touch spoke randomly. Eric nodded, though couldn't imagine why that had just been said. "I have the mental prowess of blending together two minds." Eric nodded again. "This conversation is pointless."
"No, see, that's it!" Touch exclaimed. "They were using us from the beginning. Your genetic code. if they vampire proteins were replaced with matching mutant proteins, it might. shit." Touch realized what was happening.
"What?" Eric asked impatiently.
"They are making mutants."
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Touch and Eric ran side by side, deftly moving through the stairs that both had become somewhat familiar with in their time scaling the building. Eric had been right about one thing - everything above the third floor had been cleared out, and the only mental presences were located on the top floor. The entire scenario felt all too familiar.
They reached the top floor, and decided not to make the same mistake as last time. Eric burst through the door and swung his arm out, unleashing a wooden dagger through the air and watched it slice through the air, stabbing into the chest of a figure that had been walking through the room blankly. The figure cried out for just a moment before the area around the dagger began to glow and crumble, quickly spreading throughout the entire creature and causing it to become little more then a pile of ash on the ground.
"All right, so the last thing we have to deal with are these guys we worked with before. We were right about them being part of my blood sample and not being too smart," Eric said, reaching over and picking his dagger up off the ground. "We also know that their DNA recombining couldn't have been perfect, because they lost my immunity factor." A crunch came from the corner of the room and without a moment's hesitation, Eric whipped the dagger across the room and found itself located in the chest cavity of another grunt. The adversary dropped and dissolved much like his other comrade, leaving the room silent for a moment. Eric calmly walked across the room and went to retrieve his knife when the ceiling above him collapsed. The last two grunts fell through and pinned down Eric, slowly choking the life out of him. Touch flew through the air and tackled one of them, giving Eric enough time to stab the one still on him. Eric went to stab the last one, but he found it running itself into walls repeatedly until it finally found a window and jumped out.
"Guess you forgot how easy their minds were to take over, huh? I just lowered his IQ a bit and viola." Touch said, smiling slightly. Eric was impressed. he had first seen Touch as sort of a handicap, but the true usefulness of him was showing quite radiantly at the moment. The three of them sat down and gathered in the situation.
"There isn't anyone else up here besides us," Touch said, gathering his breath. Eric didn't respond. though he had been so into the fighting, his attitude turned much darker when they had taken a break. "This is more then revenge, isn't it?"
Eric had a look of hatred on his face, but he spoke with a tone that was cold and yet soft at the same time. "Oderint dum metuant."
Touch dusted himself off and looked at the door to Shaw's office. His mind told him the words that Eric had spoke. "Let them hate me provided they fear me."
Eric stood up and walked beside Touch. "Let's do this."
They're feet connected with the door at the same time, knocking it clear off it's hinges and falling with a large thud that can only come from oak doors slamming into the floor. Before them stood Shaw and Emma, adorned in their usual clothing, though Shaw had already taken the liberty of storing some kinetic energy - his muscles were clearly visible through his normally loose shirt.
Touch and Eric both dove at Shaw at the same time, but a psionic blast from Emma dropped Touch onto the ground in mid air. Eric spun his leg around and slammed it into Shaw's head, but by the time he went to help Touch, his partner's body lay limp on the ground, unmoving despite the noise, despite the danger they were in. Emma lifted her arm to blast Eric as well, but Shaw held up a hand.
"He's mine. There shall be a punishment for those who betray the Hellfire Club."
Emma smiled and walked backwards towards the edge of the room, taking Touch with her and keeping her fingers on his temples to keep him unconscious. Eric looked over at his fallen friend, and then quickly snapped his focus back to Shaw. Despite a solid kick to the head, Shaw wasn't fazed at all. In fact, his posture had grown more powerful and his body seemed to tower over Eric, though Shaw was only slightly taller.
Eric unleashed a flurry of hits at Shaw, all powerfully crashing into his body, the final blow being a kick to the stomach. His opponent got up as if he hadn't been touched at all, and ran at Eric, throwing a punch at him that sent him flying against the wall. Eric could feel his ribs crack underneath the hit, and his knee slide out of the socket as his body landed in a crumpled mass on the floor. Eric slowly tried pulling his body up, using the wall as a crutch before helplessly falling over again. Shaw calmly walked over to him and wrapped a single hand around Eric's neck.
"Now the problem here is, we need Touch alive. Fortunately, all we need from you is your DNA." Shaw smirked and pulled back his free hand, clenching it into a fist. "You don't get such a luxury."
Lacking the strength to even keep his eyes open, Eric felt himself slipping away as his ability to breath became more impaired, and his fate clearly wrapped up. He would never let himself die like a coward though, and opened his eyes to receive his fate. His eyes opened just in time to see Shaw's face tighten up in fear, feel his group loosen, and finally watch as both of their bodies dropped to the ground. Emma walked up to the pair casually and put her fingertips on Shaw's forehead, sedating him heavily. She took Eric's arm and carefully wrapped it behind her neck, carrying him over to a couch.
Emma sat herself down on the couch and looked over at Eric. Her eyes had an unnaturally shinning brown hue. Her eyelids closed over the sparkling brown sphere and her body slumped down on the side of the couch as Touch's body twitched with life and nonchalantly stood up, sitting on the other side of Eric.
Touch smiled. "Need an explanation?"
Eric simply shook his head. "Let's get out of here."
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Eric sighed heavily and turned away from Touch. "I'll answer your question only because I have the same one for you." This comment caused Touch to freeze - Casey's consciousness swore that he knew the figure before him. He maintained his inquiring stare however, wanting an answer first.
Eric began. "I'm a cross between a human and a vampire. I have incredible strength and agility, but I'm immune to garlic, silver, and sunlight. Vampires killed my mother, so I'm searching for her murder. revenge isn't very profitable though, so I do things like this. I always hid what I was from you because I preferred you not knowing. simple as that."
Touch had calculated due to their fight that Eric had been some sort of super human hybrid, but he had no idea it was something he was born with. His thoughts were quickly interrupted however.
"You're turn."
Pacing across the room, Touch told the story of how he had gotten into Casey's body, and skipped over the events of the X-Tremes to dictate how he was located in this current situation. Eric nodded as the story was told, making the connections of how his childhood friend had been acting remarkably more powerful. At the conclusion of the story, they began discussing their next course of action.
"There won't be any problems with security," Eric said. "The security guards are all dealing with the police at the moment. The only things we have to worry about are the personal guards, and Shaw and Emma themselves." Touch agreed, though the tactics weren't on the front of his mind. he was slowly reaching an epiphany over what had happened.
"You are the cross of two different homo sapien derived creatures," Touch spoke randomly. Eric nodded, though couldn't imagine why that had just been said. "I have the mental prowess of blending together two minds." Eric nodded again. "This conversation is pointless."
"No, see, that's it!" Touch exclaimed. "They were using us from the beginning. Your genetic code. if they vampire proteins were replaced with matching mutant proteins, it might. shit." Touch realized what was happening.
"What?" Eric asked impatiently.
"They are making mutants."
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Touch and Eric ran side by side, deftly moving through the stairs that both had become somewhat familiar with in their time scaling the building. Eric had been right about one thing - everything above the third floor had been cleared out, and the only mental presences were located on the top floor. The entire scenario felt all too familiar.
They reached the top floor, and decided not to make the same mistake as last time. Eric burst through the door and swung his arm out, unleashing a wooden dagger through the air and watched it slice through the air, stabbing into the chest of a figure that had been walking through the room blankly. The figure cried out for just a moment before the area around the dagger began to glow and crumble, quickly spreading throughout the entire creature and causing it to become little more then a pile of ash on the ground.
"All right, so the last thing we have to deal with are these guys we worked with before. We were right about them being part of my blood sample and not being too smart," Eric said, reaching over and picking his dagger up off the ground. "We also know that their DNA recombining couldn't have been perfect, because they lost my immunity factor." A crunch came from the corner of the room and without a moment's hesitation, Eric whipped the dagger across the room and found itself located in the chest cavity of another grunt. The adversary dropped and dissolved much like his other comrade, leaving the room silent for a moment. Eric calmly walked across the room and went to retrieve his knife when the ceiling above him collapsed. The last two grunts fell through and pinned down Eric, slowly choking the life out of him. Touch flew through the air and tackled one of them, giving Eric enough time to stab the one still on him. Eric went to stab the last one, but he found it running itself into walls repeatedly until it finally found a window and jumped out.
"Guess you forgot how easy their minds were to take over, huh? I just lowered his IQ a bit and viola." Touch said, smiling slightly. Eric was impressed. he had first seen Touch as sort of a handicap, but the true usefulness of him was showing quite radiantly at the moment. The three of them sat down and gathered in the situation.
"There isn't anyone else up here besides us," Touch said, gathering his breath. Eric didn't respond. though he had been so into the fighting, his attitude turned much darker when they had taken a break. "This is more then revenge, isn't it?"
Eric had a look of hatred on his face, but he spoke with a tone that was cold and yet soft at the same time. "Oderint dum metuant."
Touch dusted himself off and looked at the door to Shaw's office. His mind told him the words that Eric had spoke. "Let them hate me provided they fear me."
Eric stood up and walked beside Touch. "Let's do this."
They're feet connected with the door at the same time, knocking it clear off it's hinges and falling with a large thud that can only come from oak doors slamming into the floor. Before them stood Shaw and Emma, adorned in their usual clothing, though Shaw had already taken the liberty of storing some kinetic energy - his muscles were clearly visible through his normally loose shirt.
Touch and Eric both dove at Shaw at the same time, but a psionic blast from Emma dropped Touch onto the ground in mid air. Eric spun his leg around and slammed it into Shaw's head, but by the time he went to help Touch, his partner's body lay limp on the ground, unmoving despite the noise, despite the danger they were in. Emma lifted her arm to blast Eric as well, but Shaw held up a hand.
"He's mine. There shall be a punishment for those who betray the Hellfire Club."
Emma smiled and walked backwards towards the edge of the room, taking Touch with her and keeping her fingers on his temples to keep him unconscious. Eric looked over at his fallen friend, and then quickly snapped his focus back to Shaw. Despite a solid kick to the head, Shaw wasn't fazed at all. In fact, his posture had grown more powerful and his body seemed to tower over Eric, though Shaw was only slightly taller.
Eric unleashed a flurry of hits at Shaw, all powerfully crashing into his body, the final blow being a kick to the stomach. His opponent got up as if he hadn't been touched at all, and ran at Eric, throwing a punch at him that sent him flying against the wall. Eric could feel his ribs crack underneath the hit, and his knee slide out of the socket as his body landed in a crumpled mass on the floor. Eric slowly tried pulling his body up, using the wall as a crutch before helplessly falling over again. Shaw calmly walked over to him and wrapped a single hand around Eric's neck.
"Now the problem here is, we need Touch alive. Fortunately, all we need from you is your DNA." Shaw smirked and pulled back his free hand, clenching it into a fist. "You don't get such a luxury."
Lacking the strength to even keep his eyes open, Eric felt himself slipping away as his ability to breath became more impaired, and his fate clearly wrapped up. He would never let himself die like a coward though, and opened his eyes to receive his fate. His eyes opened just in time to see Shaw's face tighten up in fear, feel his group loosen, and finally watch as both of their bodies dropped to the ground. Emma walked up to the pair casually and put her fingertips on Shaw's forehead, sedating him heavily. She took Eric's arm and carefully wrapped it behind her neck, carrying him over to a couch.
Emma sat herself down on the couch and looked over at Eric. Her eyes had an unnaturally shinning brown hue. Her eyelids closed over the sparkling brown sphere and her body slumped down on the side of the couch as Touch's body twitched with life and nonchalantly stood up, sitting on the other side of Eric.
Touch smiled. "Need an explanation?"
Eric simply shook his head. "Let's get out of here."