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Wolverine swung down out of the elevator shaft. "Whatever that was, it's long gone with Toad," he grunted. Bobby looked up from Omega Red, who he was covering in ice regularly. "So he's gone, and all the others who didn't make it down here are stuck?" he asked. Wolverine nodded, and started walking down the corridor. Chris, Barry, and Leon were already at the end of the hallway, where they came across a severely dented metal door. "It doesn't make any sense," muttered Barry. "That thing came at us from this way, how did it get in with the door like this? He wasn't the one who dented it in, the dents come from the other side." The three men stood there, looking for other possible ways to get through. Wolverine walked up, and pointed to the doors edges. "You guys wouldn't know this, but the door is backwards. It was ripped off it's hinges, and forced into here, to block us. What else is bad, that door doesn't even belong here..... it's the door to the jet hangar," explained Logan, as he sniffed. A look of panic went over his face. "What's even worse, the Prof. and a few of the others came this way!" he exclaimed. He quickly extended his claws, and started ripping into the door, turning the thick, steel door into nothing more than ribbons. The group quickly rushed through, leaving the frozen form of Omega Red alone. There was an unnatural silence. Then, suddenly a single crow flew from the elevator shaft, landing next to the frozen mutant. It squawked loudly, looking side to side, the suddenly, it grew to a adult human height, turning into Mystique. "Well, you didn't last long," she grumbled. She gave the beast a kick in the leg, then started to walk towards the jet hangar. Before she even made three steps, her leg was pulled out from under her. She gasped and looked back. Ice was cracking and melting quickly. A large metal tentacle was extended from Omega Red's wrist, his eyes glowing bright red. He growled, standing up, lifting the defenseless woman off her feet. "No one defeats Omega Red. I will crush Wolverine and the others," he growled, tossing Mystique aside like a rag doll, sending her crashing into the wall. He stomped off angrily, leaving the blue skinned mutant out cold on the ground.
Lance shook his head. He had the worst head of all time. He sat up, and looked around him. He found Tabitha and Pietro laying down, unmoving. The last thing he remembered was seeing these big red eyes, then this large white monster with big metal tentacles.... and that's all he remembered. He looked around for the others. Storm and Beast were also gone, and all that was left of the Professor was his wheel chair. Scott was also gone. Lance rubbed his head. "Just great. I thought the X-Men were the good guys.... instead they ditch us and leave us for dead," he grumbled. He moved over to Pietro, shaking him lightly, trying to wake him. The teen opened his eyes slowly, and sat up. He had gotten steadily paler since they had left the basement. "I feel like I got hit by the Blob while standing between him and a buffet..." he muttered, rubbing his head. "I know how you feel," muttered Lance, who turned then to Tabitha. She was already up, curled up against the far wall, hugging her knees to her chest. "Lance.... I feel funny..." she moaned, and suddenly went into a coughing fit, blood suddenly erupting from her mouth, pouring down her chin and onto her shirt. "Oh man," moaned Lance, as he rushed to her side. She started convulsing, as blood began to pour from her mouth and nose. She was choking on her own blood. "Tabitha calm down!" he cried, trying to steady her. She started whimpering and sobbing helplessly. She suddenly arched her back, letting out a loud scream, and suddenly went limp in Lance's arms. Her eyes stared up into his, dead and lifeless, blood still leaking from her mouth and nose. Pietro walked over to Lance, his eyes wide and unbelieving. Lance, the oldest of the three, gently used his sleeve to wipe the blood off of Tabitha's face, and softly closed her eye lids. He gently laid her down on the floor. Lance stood, and turned to Pietro. Pietro was still staring down at Tabitha. "That's gonna happen to me too," he muttered. Turning away from Lance. The older teen put a hand on his shoulder. "No it won't. We're gonna get out of here, and get back to our house. We're going to find your father and force him to give us a cure." Pietro turned, looking Lance in the eyes, tears forming in his own. "You don't get it Lance. Even if we make it, my father will sooner kill us both than cure me. He wants me to be infected. He wanted us all infected. Why else did he put it there?" Lance looked back, thinking about what was just said. "If that is the case, then we'll go there, and kill him. He's done too much to us, and we can't let him get away with it." Pietro looked to Lance, and nodded. "I'm gonna die anyways, might as well try and make some things right." With that, the two boys turned, and headed into the jet hangar.
Wolverine raced down the corridor, until he came across Professor X's wheel chair. He kneeled next to it, sniffing the whole area. The rest of the group came up behind him. "What happened? Did Omega Red get them?" asked Bobby. Wolverine looked up. "He was the one who attacked them yes.... but this is where it gets odd. I catch the Prof's scent, along with Storm, Beast, and Cyclops and Forges, going towards the hangar.... with someone else's scent..." he mumbled. "Um Wolverine... you may want to look at this," called Chris. He was kneeled next to the dead body of Tabitha. Wolverine looked at the sight and closed his eyes, shaking his head. "The virus got to her..... she's dead," he muttered. Chris looked to Jill, and then the others. "No, she's just being mutated further," he said finally. "Soon, she'll be up again.... looking for live flesh to feast on." Wolverine looked to the group, his eyes cold. "Then what do we do?" he asked. Chris stood up. "We can either decapitate her, burn her remains, or but a bullet right in the center of her brain." Wolverine stood there. Bobby hung back, not wanting to witness the sight. After awhile, Wolverine spoke. "I'll take care of things. The rest of you take the boy and head for the jet. Chris, you guys watch the kid with your life, because if anything happens to him, you'll answer to me," growled Wolverine. He then turned to them all. "Go! Go now! I'll catch up," yelled the man. Chris nodded and motioned to the group. Claire put a hand on Bobby's shoulder, and he and the group quickly moved on towards the hangar. When he was alone, Wolverine looked down at the still form of Tabitha. He kneeled down, extending a single claw of his right hand. With his left, he gently ran his hand over the girl's hair. "I'm sorry. This never should of happened," he mumbled, a lone tear coming from his eye as he thought of all the others who might just have ended up like her. Then, with a quick slash, he used his claws to detach the young girl's head from her body, releasing her from the curse. As the blood erupted from her body freely, grief and anger pulsed throughout Logan's body. He stood up, and started punching the wall repeatedly, growling and crying out at the same time.
"Honestly Wolverine. You act like you've never lost anyone close to you before," came a familiar voice. Logan turned quickly. "You! We stopped you!" he growled, extending his claws. Omega Red laughed, stepping from the shadows. "No one stops me," he said, then narrowed his eyes, and rushed forward......
Lance and Pietro walked into the large jet hangar. "Hey Lance, isn't that the X-Jet?" asked Pietro. Lance looked over, and saw the large jet still sitting there. "Your right. This is strange. If they left, how'd they get out of here with out the jet?" he asked out loud. "We were hopeing you could answer that for us," came a voice behind them. They both turned, ready to fight. Luckily, it was just Chris and the others. Bobby stepped forward. "What did you two do to the Professor?" he yelled. Lance narrowed his eyes. "We didn't do anything. We woke up after being attacked, and they were gone.... but I guess if you're following us, you saw Boom Boom." With that Bobby shut up and stepped back. Jill stepped forward. "Yes we saw her. Wolverine stayed behind to finish what had to be done to her. Now, what happened to the others," she asked. Pietro looked over at her oddly. "What had to be done to her?" he asked before Lance could shoot another insult. "She had to get her head cut off," grunted Barry, as he Chris and Leon moved towards the jet. "What?!" exclaimed both Lance and Pietro. Barry turned, getting frustrated. "She had to get her head cut off. It was that or shoot her or set her on fire. We can't let her come back as a zombie." With that he turned, as Bobby opened the jet for them. Lance and Pietro remained there, stunned. Claire turned. "You guys coming or not?" she asked. Lance balled his fists. "No way in hell are we going anywhere's with you freaks," he yelled.
Claire was about to respond, when suddenly the far wall exploded, and Wolverine came crashing against the side of the jet. "Oh my god!" screamed Claire. Chris, Leon, and Barry rushed forward, weapons drawn. "Jill! You and Claire get Wolverine on the jet," ordered Chris, as he pulled an assault rifle he had taken off the others in the jet. He opened fire on Omega Red, who had just stepped in through the whole in the wall. Barry had his Magnum drawn, opening fire also. Leon took out his shotgun, fireing at the large mutant. The combined fire knocked Omega Red back a few steps. He growled and thrust both fists forward, launching his twin tentacles at the three men. They all dodged. Before Omega Red had a chance to send out another attack, something moving at a high speed had taken hold of his tentacles. Pietro ran circles around the large white skinned mutant, wrapping him up. Omega Red stood in the middle of the broken wall, laughing. "Do you really thing this will stop me little boy?" he taunted. "Nope, this will," said Pietro, running aside, as Lance focused his powers, sending a large tremor towards Omega Red. The large mutant let out a cry as he fell to his knees, and as the walls collapsed over him, burying him alive. "Good job boys. Now, let's get on the jet and get back to the boarding house," said Chris. Both teens didn't want to see if Omega Red would rise again, so they rushed onto the jet. Chris, Barry, and Leon ran on. The doors closed. Bobby took the controls. "Oh no you don't," started Barry. "I'm the pilot." Bobby looked up, a smirk on his face. "Trust me, you've never flown anything like this before, and I have. You can copilot though," he said. Barry turned to Jill, a look of outrage on his face. Jill laughed and patted his shoulder. "Just let the kid do his thing Barry," she said, and strapped herself in one to the seats. The other's did the same. "Oh man... I just remembered something... I hate flying!" moaned Lance. Just at that moment, Bobby started the jet, opened the doors, and they were off. The jet tore down the runway, gaining speed. Just as it almost was out, a large tentacle shot out from the rubble of the wall, taking hold of the tail of the plane. The force of the jet pulled Omega Red free, as it took flight, leaving the mansion. Omega Red eyes were bright in the night. "Run if you may, but I won't be defeated so easily," he growled, holding on, pulling himself towards the jet......
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Thegamingteendream_16: There you go guys, another chapter done. Hope you enjoy.
Camera pans back, and we see that the author is tied to a chair, Fred and Todd standing by his side. Todd turned the chair, shining a bright light in the author's face.
Todd: Ok, no more games. Tell us, what happens to me and Fred?
Thegamingteendream_16: I can't tell you! It'll ruin the surprise.
Todd: *turns* I knew you'd say that.... but we have ways of making you talk.... Fred, if you will....
Fred steps forward, his girth hiding all actions from view, the screams of the author heard......
Thegamingteendream_16: NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT! *a fit of laughter erupting*
Fred: *stands there, tickling the author with a large feather* Talk!
Thegamingteendream_16: *laughin* I-I can't!
Todd: Ok, no more mister nice Toad, come on in guys!
In steps the Professor, Scott, Forge, Storm, Beast, Scott, and slightly rotted Jean.
Todd: *turning to Thegamingteendream_16* Better talk now..... we don't like being in peril.....
The author gulps as he his surrounded....
Thegamingteendream_16: Help......
(More to come soon, if I'm not dead that is)
Todd: Better you than me.....
