Hey guys! Welcome to my X-men fic 'Revenge'. I hope you like it. Please r/r. This is the first time I have attempted an X-men fic, so sorry if they are OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of any of the X-men, although I wish I owned Wolverine **drools** I only own the basic plot line and the characters I made up called 'Vapor' and 'Darkside'.
This fic is dedicated to Koburn, Hyperly Mad and Soul Eater and takes place after the events of the second movie.
Oh and since I'm not quite sure what Rogue's proper name is, I just named her Marie Rogue, because she says her name is Marie in X-men 1.
~*~*~* Revenge ~*~*~*
The figure appeared so suddenly on the quiet street that, if anyone were around, they would have thought he'd walked right out of the thin air. The figure looked up at the dark sky, to the full moon. He could feel its energy radiating through him, giving him strength. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the cold air. His eyes snapped open, the pupils now a vibrant shade of red. His head snapped from side to side. An X-men was close, he could feel it. His eyes narrowed.
Further down the street, Scott Summers was walking home. Although it was night, and a very dark one at that, he wore a pair of black glasses. Scott hummed to himself quietly. It was too quite tonight. He couldn't wait to get home and see… nobody. He swallowed hard, trying to push the lonely, empty feeling away from him.
He started walking faster. But suddenly, something punched him in the face, smashing his glasses away as he staggered sideways. Scott shut his eyes as tightly as he could, rubbing his jaw. If he didn't, he'd blast half the street away.
Another fist hit his face, making him twist round. He felt a foot kick him hard in the back, pushing him to the floor. Scott swung his fist wildly but couldn't feel a thing.
He found his glasses by trailing his hands on the floor and put them on just in time to see a blast of black lightning rage towards him. It smashed into his stomach, pain souring through his body. Scott was blasted off his feet, flung through the air and smashed into a lamppost, sliding to floor unconscious.
The figure stepped out from the wall of a nearby building and walked slowly to Scott's limp body. A smile tugged on his lips.
"One down, six to go."
~*~*~*
"Is he going to be alright?" Marie Rogue looked up from Scott, a look of concern creasing her pretty face. The man beside her shrugged his shoulders.
"Probably." He grunted. "If he dies, do you think I can have his bike?"
"That's not funny, Logan." Rogue frowned, giving Logan a withering look. Logan snorted.
"Just trying to lighten the mood. He'll be ok, kid, don't worry about him."
"Who do you think did this?" Rogue lifted up the sheets at the side of the bed, exposing huge burn marks on Scott's chest.
"Someone who messes around with fire by the looks of it…" Logan's eyes darkened.
"You think Pyro did this?"
"Why not? That kid was wacko." Logan shook his head. "Remember at Bobby's house when he went mad?"
"But why would he want to hurt Scott?" Rogue pushed the lock of white hair out of her eyes, trying to think of a reason.
"Didn't you hear me? That kid was wacko." Logan repeated.
"Pyro didn't do this." A new voice came from behind Logan. Turning around, he saw Professor Charles Xavier roll into the room in his wheelchair. The florescent lights of the medical center reflected off his bald head.
"How do you know?" Logan moved aside so the professor could get closer to Cyclops.
"I helped Pyro develop his fire throwing skills." Xavier examined the scorch marks that ran up Scott's stomach. "I saw the results of his powers plenty of times, and this is different."
"It looks like a lightning burn to me." Rogue shrugged. "Like Storm's. But obviously Storm wouldn't do this." She paused. "Does it look familiar to you, professor?"
"Vaguely." Xavier answered, avoiding her eyes. He sighed. "Cyclops may have seen his attacker, when he comes around, we'll ask him."
Logan watched him roll out of the room and couldn't help feeling as though there was something he hadn't been telling him. "If he comes around." He added quietly.
~*~*~*
"Help me…"
The boy rushed forward, but the snow blew harder, pushing him backwards. Ahead of him, he could see his father, chained tightly to a wall. One chain was wrapped around his head, so only one eye peered at his son, who was pushing his way through the snow towards him. "Ben, help me…" The father whispered.
"I'm coming father." Ben struggled against the wind, his white blond hair pushed back from his face, his eyes stinging like hell. His hand was an inch away from his father, but before he could reach him, a flash of steely blades swiped at his arm, drawing long lines of blood along his pale skin.
Ben staggered backwards, holding his arm. Infront of him was a handsome man with his dark hair done up in two messy horns on the side of his head. Three long blades slid from each hand. An X-men.
The X-men sprung forward, slamming Ben to the floor and thrusting the blades deep into his chest.
Ben awoke from his dream with a start. He was breathing heavily, cold sweat running down his body. He looked around his office, realizing he'd fallen asleep in his chair. Hatred burned in his chest, the nightmare still pulsing through his mind. He shook his head roughly.
"What's wrong with me!" He shouted.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." A pair of eyes floated by him. Ben blinked his eyes and a girl slowly faded into view. Mel Sweeney leant against the wall, smiling down at him with her arms folded across her chest.
"What are you doing here?"
"The X-men you attacked last night-"
"-I know, I know, autographs this way please." Ben swiveled around in his chair smugly.
"No, master. He's alive."
"What?!" Ben stopped spinning his chair, his eyes wide.
Mel nodded solemnly, her dark hair falling into her eyes. "This Cyclops guy. You didn't kill him. He and his X-men buddies are at Xavier's school right now." She grinned. "I can't believe you didn't manage to kill him. They must be tougher than you think."
Ben's eyes flashed. "Don't mess with me, Darkside. I can still kick the shit out of you."
"Ok, master, chill!" Mel held her hands up innocently. "You don't have to fry me just for that."
"They're all cowards." Ben swung in his chair again. "We need to get to that school."
"Do you even know where it is?"
"Of course I do, Darky. I lived there."
~*~*~*
Professor Xavier stared out of his study window, not really focusing on anything outside. He had known this would come ever since they left William Stryker chained to a piece of Alkali Lake wall.
Ben Stryker wanted revenge. Xavier himself had taught both Ben and Jason Stryker. Jason had the power to project images, hallucinations into people's minds. Although he was very powerful, Xavier couldn't help him develop.
But Ben was different. He had the power to turn himself semi-transparent, enabling him to pass through almost any surface, even people. He called himself 'Vapor'. The only problem was, Ben developed too fast and started to use his powers against other mutants. His power made him almost invincible, as whenever someone went to touch him, he simply turned transparent. He eventually fled the school and Xavier never heard from him again.
And now he wanted revenge on the X-men that had left his father to be washed away when Alkali lake damn exploded and had left his brother to die in the crumbling Cerebro. Xavier counted them in his head: himself, Wolverine, Storm, Rogue, Nightcrawler, Iceman and Cyclops. Cyclops was already badly hurt and he could tell that it was only a matter of time before the next attack.
~*~*~*
Logan opened the bottle of Budweiser, trying to look inconspicuous. Bobby Drake didn't even need to look up from his book.
"You're not allowed alcohol in the school." He said tonelessly. Logan ignored him. Bobby held up his hand and a blast of ice knocked the bottle out of Logan's hand and into the bin.
"Very funny." Logan snapped Bobby's book closed and at opposite him. "So."
"So." Bobby nodded, waiting for more conversation. Logan thought for a few seconds, trying to think what to say.
"So… how's it goin' with you and Rogue?" He asked finally. Bobby blushed.
"It's going… well… good." He looked at the hard wooden surface of the table. "I haven't been able to actually… kiss her properly yet…"
Logan glanced away, wishing he'd never asked. "Don't worry 'bout it. I'm sure you'll be able to -" He stopped speaking, his ears pricking up. Bobby peered at him.
"What is it?"
"Shh!" Logan held up a hand for silence. He was sure he could hear footsteps and they sounded close. He stood up, the long blades slicing trough the skin of each hand like claws. He turned to Bobby. "Wait here."
"Yeah…" Bobby took a step back, eyeing the door. Logan disappeared around the corner leaving him alone.
Or he thought alone.
A noise made him spin around, his heart pounding. But there was nothing there. He grabbed the nearest thing he could find, which was a bottle opener, and inched towards the door. Logan told him to stay there, but screw that plan, he had to get out of there.
The door slammed shut, once again making him jump. Bobby wrenched on the handle but it was locked.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end in the horrible feeling that someone was behind him. He turned around slowly and found himself face to face with… a pair of floating, dark eyes. This wasn't what he was expecting… he frowned and blinked. But then a girl's face was appearing around the eyes, swimming slowly into view. She had camouflaged into the wooden paneling of the cupboards behind her. She smiled at him.
"Boo." She jerked forward and punched Bobby in the face, sending him reeling backwards into the door. Then she disappeared into the flowery pattern of the wallpaper. Bobby held his hands up, ready to freeze her when she appeared again. A flowery arm struck him in the stomach harder than a sledgehammer, making him double up.
"Logan!" Bobby screamed as a knee smashed into his face, making him fall over onto his back. He watched a knife seemingly raised itself out of the knife rack opposite him. The girl fully appeared again, walking towards him with the knife in her hand. Bobby lifted his arm, sending a blast of ice towards her. It froze her hand in mid-stab, giving Bobby enough time to stand up and turn her into a living ice sculpture.
"I'll take that…" He pulled the knife out of her hand, using it to pick the lock. Without a second look, he sprinted to the professors' study, not daring to look over his shoulder.
Logan, Rogue, Ororo Munroe and Professor Xavier all turned to look as he belted into the room.
"What is it, Bobby?" Rogue walked over to him, helping him into a chair.
"Their here." Bobby panted.
~*~*~*
Well, I hope you all enjoyed my first chapter. I certainly enjoyed writing it! I enjoy anything with Wolverine in it… **drools again** Poor Cyclops, mwuhahahahahaaaa!
I think they are all pretty much in character, but that might just be me. It will get more exciting I promise. Or I hope.
Ben Stryker is modeled off a brilliant author and one of my best Internet friends called Koburn.
Darkside is modeled off Soul Eater, another fantastic author and lovely person.
Please r/r and come back to read the next chapter!
Taz
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of any of the X-men, although I wish I owned Wolverine **drools** I only own the basic plot line and the characters I made up called 'Vapor' and 'Darkside'.
This fic is dedicated to Koburn, Hyperly Mad and Soul Eater and takes place after the events of the second movie.
Oh and since I'm not quite sure what Rogue's proper name is, I just named her Marie Rogue, because she says her name is Marie in X-men 1.
~*~*~* Revenge ~*~*~*
The figure appeared so suddenly on the quiet street that, if anyone were around, they would have thought he'd walked right out of the thin air. The figure looked up at the dark sky, to the full moon. He could feel its energy radiating through him, giving him strength. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the cold air. His eyes snapped open, the pupils now a vibrant shade of red. His head snapped from side to side. An X-men was close, he could feel it. His eyes narrowed.
Further down the street, Scott Summers was walking home. Although it was night, and a very dark one at that, he wore a pair of black glasses. Scott hummed to himself quietly. It was too quite tonight. He couldn't wait to get home and see… nobody. He swallowed hard, trying to push the lonely, empty feeling away from him.
He started walking faster. But suddenly, something punched him in the face, smashing his glasses away as he staggered sideways. Scott shut his eyes as tightly as he could, rubbing his jaw. If he didn't, he'd blast half the street away.
Another fist hit his face, making him twist round. He felt a foot kick him hard in the back, pushing him to the floor. Scott swung his fist wildly but couldn't feel a thing.
He found his glasses by trailing his hands on the floor and put them on just in time to see a blast of black lightning rage towards him. It smashed into his stomach, pain souring through his body. Scott was blasted off his feet, flung through the air and smashed into a lamppost, sliding to floor unconscious.
The figure stepped out from the wall of a nearby building and walked slowly to Scott's limp body. A smile tugged on his lips.
"One down, six to go."
~*~*~*
"Is he going to be alright?" Marie Rogue looked up from Scott, a look of concern creasing her pretty face. The man beside her shrugged his shoulders.
"Probably." He grunted. "If he dies, do you think I can have his bike?"
"That's not funny, Logan." Rogue frowned, giving Logan a withering look. Logan snorted.
"Just trying to lighten the mood. He'll be ok, kid, don't worry about him."
"Who do you think did this?" Rogue lifted up the sheets at the side of the bed, exposing huge burn marks on Scott's chest.
"Someone who messes around with fire by the looks of it…" Logan's eyes darkened.
"You think Pyro did this?"
"Why not? That kid was wacko." Logan shook his head. "Remember at Bobby's house when he went mad?"
"But why would he want to hurt Scott?" Rogue pushed the lock of white hair out of her eyes, trying to think of a reason.
"Didn't you hear me? That kid was wacko." Logan repeated.
"Pyro didn't do this." A new voice came from behind Logan. Turning around, he saw Professor Charles Xavier roll into the room in his wheelchair. The florescent lights of the medical center reflected off his bald head.
"How do you know?" Logan moved aside so the professor could get closer to Cyclops.
"I helped Pyro develop his fire throwing skills." Xavier examined the scorch marks that ran up Scott's stomach. "I saw the results of his powers plenty of times, and this is different."
"It looks like a lightning burn to me." Rogue shrugged. "Like Storm's. But obviously Storm wouldn't do this." She paused. "Does it look familiar to you, professor?"
"Vaguely." Xavier answered, avoiding her eyes. He sighed. "Cyclops may have seen his attacker, when he comes around, we'll ask him."
Logan watched him roll out of the room and couldn't help feeling as though there was something he hadn't been telling him. "If he comes around." He added quietly.
~*~*~*
"Help me…"
The boy rushed forward, but the snow blew harder, pushing him backwards. Ahead of him, he could see his father, chained tightly to a wall. One chain was wrapped around his head, so only one eye peered at his son, who was pushing his way through the snow towards him. "Ben, help me…" The father whispered.
"I'm coming father." Ben struggled against the wind, his white blond hair pushed back from his face, his eyes stinging like hell. His hand was an inch away from his father, but before he could reach him, a flash of steely blades swiped at his arm, drawing long lines of blood along his pale skin.
Ben staggered backwards, holding his arm. Infront of him was a handsome man with his dark hair done up in two messy horns on the side of his head. Three long blades slid from each hand. An X-men.
The X-men sprung forward, slamming Ben to the floor and thrusting the blades deep into his chest.
Ben awoke from his dream with a start. He was breathing heavily, cold sweat running down his body. He looked around his office, realizing he'd fallen asleep in his chair. Hatred burned in his chest, the nightmare still pulsing through his mind. He shook his head roughly.
"What's wrong with me!" He shouted.
"I was about to ask you the same thing." A pair of eyes floated by him. Ben blinked his eyes and a girl slowly faded into view. Mel Sweeney leant against the wall, smiling down at him with her arms folded across her chest.
"What are you doing here?"
"The X-men you attacked last night-"
"-I know, I know, autographs this way please." Ben swiveled around in his chair smugly.
"No, master. He's alive."
"What?!" Ben stopped spinning his chair, his eyes wide.
Mel nodded solemnly, her dark hair falling into her eyes. "This Cyclops guy. You didn't kill him. He and his X-men buddies are at Xavier's school right now." She grinned. "I can't believe you didn't manage to kill him. They must be tougher than you think."
Ben's eyes flashed. "Don't mess with me, Darkside. I can still kick the shit out of you."
"Ok, master, chill!" Mel held her hands up innocently. "You don't have to fry me just for that."
"They're all cowards." Ben swung in his chair again. "We need to get to that school."
"Do you even know where it is?"
"Of course I do, Darky. I lived there."
~*~*~*
Professor Xavier stared out of his study window, not really focusing on anything outside. He had known this would come ever since they left William Stryker chained to a piece of Alkali Lake wall.
Ben Stryker wanted revenge. Xavier himself had taught both Ben and Jason Stryker. Jason had the power to project images, hallucinations into people's minds. Although he was very powerful, Xavier couldn't help him develop.
But Ben was different. He had the power to turn himself semi-transparent, enabling him to pass through almost any surface, even people. He called himself 'Vapor'. The only problem was, Ben developed too fast and started to use his powers against other mutants. His power made him almost invincible, as whenever someone went to touch him, he simply turned transparent. He eventually fled the school and Xavier never heard from him again.
And now he wanted revenge on the X-men that had left his father to be washed away when Alkali lake damn exploded and had left his brother to die in the crumbling Cerebro. Xavier counted them in his head: himself, Wolverine, Storm, Rogue, Nightcrawler, Iceman and Cyclops. Cyclops was already badly hurt and he could tell that it was only a matter of time before the next attack.
~*~*~*
Logan opened the bottle of Budweiser, trying to look inconspicuous. Bobby Drake didn't even need to look up from his book.
"You're not allowed alcohol in the school." He said tonelessly. Logan ignored him. Bobby held up his hand and a blast of ice knocked the bottle out of Logan's hand and into the bin.
"Very funny." Logan snapped Bobby's book closed and at opposite him. "So."
"So." Bobby nodded, waiting for more conversation. Logan thought for a few seconds, trying to think what to say.
"So… how's it goin' with you and Rogue?" He asked finally. Bobby blushed.
"It's going… well… good." He looked at the hard wooden surface of the table. "I haven't been able to actually… kiss her properly yet…"
Logan glanced away, wishing he'd never asked. "Don't worry 'bout it. I'm sure you'll be able to -" He stopped speaking, his ears pricking up. Bobby peered at him.
"What is it?"
"Shh!" Logan held up a hand for silence. He was sure he could hear footsteps and they sounded close. He stood up, the long blades slicing trough the skin of each hand like claws. He turned to Bobby. "Wait here."
"Yeah…" Bobby took a step back, eyeing the door. Logan disappeared around the corner leaving him alone.
Or he thought alone.
A noise made him spin around, his heart pounding. But there was nothing there. He grabbed the nearest thing he could find, which was a bottle opener, and inched towards the door. Logan told him to stay there, but screw that plan, he had to get out of there.
The door slammed shut, once again making him jump. Bobby wrenched on the handle but it was locked.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end in the horrible feeling that someone was behind him. He turned around slowly and found himself face to face with… a pair of floating, dark eyes. This wasn't what he was expecting… he frowned and blinked. But then a girl's face was appearing around the eyes, swimming slowly into view. She had camouflaged into the wooden paneling of the cupboards behind her. She smiled at him.
"Boo." She jerked forward and punched Bobby in the face, sending him reeling backwards into the door. Then she disappeared into the flowery pattern of the wallpaper. Bobby held his hands up, ready to freeze her when she appeared again. A flowery arm struck him in the stomach harder than a sledgehammer, making him double up.
"Logan!" Bobby screamed as a knee smashed into his face, making him fall over onto his back. He watched a knife seemingly raised itself out of the knife rack opposite him. The girl fully appeared again, walking towards him with the knife in her hand. Bobby lifted his arm, sending a blast of ice towards her. It froze her hand in mid-stab, giving Bobby enough time to stand up and turn her into a living ice sculpture.
"I'll take that…" He pulled the knife out of her hand, using it to pick the lock. Without a second look, he sprinted to the professors' study, not daring to look over his shoulder.
Logan, Rogue, Ororo Munroe and Professor Xavier all turned to look as he belted into the room.
"What is it, Bobby?" Rogue walked over to him, helping him into a chair.
"Their here." Bobby panted.
~*~*~*
Well, I hope you all enjoyed my first chapter. I certainly enjoyed writing it! I enjoy anything with Wolverine in it… **drools again** Poor Cyclops, mwuhahahahahaaaa!
I think they are all pretty much in character, but that might just be me. It will get more exciting I promise. Or I hope.
Ben Stryker is modeled off a brilliant author and one of my best Internet friends called Koburn.
Darkside is modeled off Soul Eater, another fantastic author and lovely person.
Please r/r and come back to read the next chapter!
Taz
