AN/ I know that not much really happens here but I had to establish the
character of Carol Danvers (my version anyway) before I moved on. In case
you don't remember, Carol Danvers is the person that Rogue gains her super-
strength, invulnerability, and flight from in the comics- although I never
did like Rogue with all of those. My version of Carol Danvers has only
super strength and not phenomenal amounts of it at that./
P.S. Remember, I like reviews so keep 'em comin' P.S.S. Next chap, expect a big fight between Carol and Remy that is only complicated by Rogue's arrival. Yeah, that's right, Rogue an Remy meet.
The Brotherhood, the Thieves Guild, Weapon X, all 3 agencies had as a common factor the search for a diamond known as The Eye of Death. And it certainly seemed to be living up to its name because of the mysterious string of deaths I was connected to. What no one could have ever guessed was that the one person in possession of the diamond was a 23-year-old reporter named Carol Danvers who had just recently changed her name to Carol Wong. She knew why wherever it was the Eye of Death was, death was sure to follow. Technically, the fact that she had the Eye of Death made her one of the most wanted people alive. As she sat in the small booth at Starbucks, she palmed the diamond, not for the first time that day. It was shaped like an eye, mysterious and beautiful and it was probably pumping harmful levels of radiation even as she sat. There was no radiation like the kind the Eye of Death gave off to be found anywhere in the world. Carol had done he countless hours of research. She knew. Sometimes, the Eye of Death killed people in a matter of hours as it had with the first two victims, her mother and brother. It had taken days for the Eye to kill her cousin Janice. That was when she had been forced to face the truth about the exotic gem she'd discovered on a field assignment to Tabakistan (made up country) that was able o save her life. That's right. Carol Wong/Danvers was dying from a fatal disease she had contracted a few months earlier and instead of killing her, The Eye had no harmful effects and even began to reverse the process of the disease. As for dear Cousin Janice, she had survived longer than others for the same reason that Carol hadn't been affected negatively at all. The Eye of Death only affected normal homo sapiens, not mutants or those with superhuman powers. The more abnormality in your genes, the longer you survived after being in the deadly gem's range. If you were a mutant or had substantial superhuman abilities as was the case with Carol, you could consider yourself immune. Not that it made Carol feel any better that her selfish desire to keep her own life had cost others, three that were the press knew about and were close relative, their own lives. "Uh, excuse me ma'am but we're closing." The young custodian who had come to tell her was startled by the grief and anguish behind the blue eyes she turned his way. He quickly averted his eyes, sorry that he had intruded on such a private moment. He cleared his throat softly. "Oh, and there's a guy outside who would like to talk to you." Carol nodded, got up, and walked out of the Starbucks, her steps slow and deliberate. "Over here." Carol whirled around on the sidewalk and saw the silhouette of a man framed against the setting sun. "You wanted to talk to me?" Carol asked. "He nodded and Carol eyes widened when she saw his own. His eyes were red on black, burning with a mix of intensity and.roguishness maybe. He was a mutant, obviously. "You mind if we take a little stroll?" he asked, raising Carol's suspicions a once. Most men would never ask a woman to take a stroll with them in a less than ideal neighborhood at nighttime because they simply knew that any woman with an ounce of sense would turn him down. Carol knew she had nothing to worry about, being one of the most powerful superhumans in New York she could easily take care of herself. The fact that this guy was asking meant that maybe he knew that she knew she had nothing to worry about from him. Carol shook her head. 'Stop being so paranoid, she scolded herself. To the man, she said. "Well I don't even know who you are." He stepped out into a streetlight so she could see him clearly. He couldn't have been more than 19 or 20, she observed. "My name is Remy LeBeau Ms. Wong, or should I say Ms. Danvers. I'd like to talk to you about something called the Eye of Death. Ring a bell?" He began to walk down the sidewalk, motioning for her to follow him. Stunned, Carol did.
P.S. Remember, I like reviews so keep 'em comin' P.S.S. Next chap, expect a big fight between Carol and Remy that is only complicated by Rogue's arrival. Yeah, that's right, Rogue an Remy meet.
The Brotherhood, the Thieves Guild, Weapon X, all 3 agencies had as a common factor the search for a diamond known as The Eye of Death. And it certainly seemed to be living up to its name because of the mysterious string of deaths I was connected to. What no one could have ever guessed was that the one person in possession of the diamond was a 23-year-old reporter named Carol Danvers who had just recently changed her name to Carol Wong. She knew why wherever it was the Eye of Death was, death was sure to follow. Technically, the fact that she had the Eye of Death made her one of the most wanted people alive. As she sat in the small booth at Starbucks, she palmed the diamond, not for the first time that day. It was shaped like an eye, mysterious and beautiful and it was probably pumping harmful levels of radiation even as she sat. There was no radiation like the kind the Eye of Death gave off to be found anywhere in the world. Carol had done he countless hours of research. She knew. Sometimes, the Eye of Death killed people in a matter of hours as it had with the first two victims, her mother and brother. It had taken days for the Eye to kill her cousin Janice. That was when she had been forced to face the truth about the exotic gem she'd discovered on a field assignment to Tabakistan (made up country) that was able o save her life. That's right. Carol Wong/Danvers was dying from a fatal disease she had contracted a few months earlier and instead of killing her, The Eye had no harmful effects and even began to reverse the process of the disease. As for dear Cousin Janice, she had survived longer than others for the same reason that Carol hadn't been affected negatively at all. The Eye of Death only affected normal homo sapiens, not mutants or those with superhuman powers. The more abnormality in your genes, the longer you survived after being in the deadly gem's range. If you were a mutant or had substantial superhuman abilities as was the case with Carol, you could consider yourself immune. Not that it made Carol feel any better that her selfish desire to keep her own life had cost others, three that were the press knew about and were close relative, their own lives. "Uh, excuse me ma'am but we're closing." The young custodian who had come to tell her was startled by the grief and anguish behind the blue eyes she turned his way. He quickly averted his eyes, sorry that he had intruded on such a private moment. He cleared his throat softly. "Oh, and there's a guy outside who would like to talk to you." Carol nodded, got up, and walked out of the Starbucks, her steps slow and deliberate. "Over here." Carol whirled around on the sidewalk and saw the silhouette of a man framed against the setting sun. "You wanted to talk to me?" Carol asked. "He nodded and Carol eyes widened when she saw his own. His eyes were red on black, burning with a mix of intensity and.roguishness maybe. He was a mutant, obviously. "You mind if we take a little stroll?" he asked, raising Carol's suspicions a once. Most men would never ask a woman to take a stroll with them in a less than ideal neighborhood at nighttime because they simply knew that any woman with an ounce of sense would turn him down. Carol knew she had nothing to worry about, being one of the most powerful superhumans in New York she could easily take care of herself. The fact that this guy was asking meant that maybe he knew that she knew she had nothing to worry about from him. Carol shook her head. 'Stop being so paranoid, she scolded herself. To the man, she said. "Well I don't even know who you are." He stepped out into a streetlight so she could see him clearly. He couldn't have been more than 19 or 20, she observed. "My name is Remy LeBeau Ms. Wong, or should I say Ms. Danvers. I'd like to talk to you about something called the Eye of Death. Ring a bell?" He began to walk down the sidewalk, motioning for her to follow him. Stunned, Carol did.
