© Autumn Raine
A/N: Sorry about it's overdueness, my prior nonexsistance to the world has suddenly been overturned and I have this.. life. What the hell? O.o! I never had one before and now I'm never home! I DON'T EVEN RP ANYMORE! ;.;! WHY! OH, CRUEL WORLD!
Oh, plus I've discovered a local comic book shop and I've been lurking around there. e_e;
Wow, the new episodes are amazing. Is it me, or does the animation look smoother or something than the older ones? I think it does..
And It Starts:
United We Stand
"Ed, it seems as if several of the muties have gone missing in the past few days." A large man began scrolling images and data on a small computer screen, his other hand tapping at various keys as more and more data sprewed up on the screen.
"Yer kiddin', raight? They ain't missin'; they're dead." Leaning back in his leather wheeled chair, one chubby leg went to cross over the other as blunt fingertips took a chocolate off his desk and popped it into his mouth.
"Impossible. They're still on the tracking system." Short, sleeked strands of dark brown hung about his forehead; dark eyes drifting from the screen to Ed, then towards a few security cameras set up about Ed McCain's desk. "567237-97, 93727-04, 640231-06, 609074-32, and 628974-92 are all missing because of the small chip serum that was placed in their blood stream – remember that? Their disappearances from the Farm don't seem to make any sense... Two of them were completely missing from the PlayPin – not a trace, except for the case of 628974-92... Acid Ice... She must have had some help. Who was with her that-"
"They're dead, Blake – they're ain't no need fer ya ta'be all werk'd up 'bout this. Go n' git ya'self a beer." Pointing over to a small fridge in the corner of the room, he grunted. "'nd git me one of 'em, too."
Sighing, Blake Richards stood up from his seat and he placed his small laptop computer on McCain's desk; top still open as data scrolled across the screen like stock quotes. Strolling over to the small refrigerator, he leaned over and opened up the door; hand reaching inside and grabbing two bottles of beer. After he closed the door, he turned on the heel of his foot; eyes going wide and hands almost dropping the two glass bottles.
"W-Who the hell are you!?" He shrieked.
"What the—" Ed spun around in his chair, nearly falling out of it; his eyes also growing wide at the sparks that began to emerge from the controls on one side of the room.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm just dropping in... And I think you guys totally need a better security system." Half of a female adolescent body had emerged from the control systems, sparks and circuits were on the fritz from whatever this girl was doing. Gloved palms pushed onto the flat surface as she pulled up the rest of her small body, blue booted feet stepping onto the controls and lifting her so that now she stood on top of them. The small colored screens of hallways rigged with security cameras were now nothing but either blank screens, or full of white and black snow. Hopping off the control table, she moved over to Ed's desk; hands closing the laptop as she then picked it up off the desk. Tucking it under her arm she went to the door.
"Aren't you going to like, try and stop me? If not, then this was so much easier than what I was expecting." Rolling those blue eyes, her hand went through the door and seemed to take in whoever – or whatever was waiting outside the door.
"Y-You monster!" Blake cried out, reaching into his pocket for a small pocket pistol.
"I wouldn't do that, Sir; you wouldn't want blood stains on your suit." A large blue furred beast had stepped through the wall. Literally. Walking on his large feet, as well as some assistance from his long arms and large hands, he moved over towards the control systems. "Well, I don't think you'll be in need of any of this fine, high-tech equipment anymore. I wonder if they would sell this on E-bay?"
"Mr. McCoy, I already got the laptop." The girl piped, looking at Ed and Blake before she went after the large blue man, and offered him the computer when she let go of his hand.
"D-Don't make me use this!" Blake cried out again, shaky hands aiming and pointing the pistol at the two across the room.
"Ah don't think yer usin' anythang of yers." A pale hand touched his hand from behind him, and it moments – Blake Richards was passed out on the ground, body limp and gun now in the hands of the pale hand's owner. Then, it was moved a few feet away from him; just in case he would wake up, somehow. But, she doubted that – he'd be out for quite some time.
"Rogue – How'd you get in here?" The blue man raised a brow, large hand taking the small laptop from Kitty's hands.
"Kitty gave meh some of her powers, Beast. Heh..." Fingers wiggled as she slipped them back into their brown, leather gloves. "So, what are we gonna' do wit' Fatty over there?" After putting on her gloves, she faced the large, fat man; whom still remained in his chair but shocked and in awe. Perhaps in fear as well.
"Hmm, well – I think it's best that we make sure he can't get out of here, right ladies?" Moving over to the door, the Beast took the small knob between his two large fingertips.
"Ah-Ah'll give ya'll anythang ya'll want! Jus' please, don't go n' kill me like ya did ta'him!" Ed pleaded, knocking himself out of his fear. Hands held onto the arms of the chair as he got up from his seat. Cautiously, he moved over to them; one hand holding on to his desk as pudgy, blunt fingertips seemed to be frantic and searching for a button –
"Hey! - Don't even think about doing that!" Kitty ran her hand through his desk, disrupting any electrical devices that had been inside.
"Good one, Shadowcat – You anticipated his moves; nicely done."
The auburn haired girl, with tender white streaks with her pale, milky skin had moved over to the passed out man on the floor; kneeling aside him, gloved fingertips moving throughout his pockets for anything that could be useful. "Ah-ha!" A small brown wallet was slipped from his back pocket, and as she rose to her feet, fingers flipped through a few pictures and then to a small card. HEAD OF FIELD WORKERS: BLAKE RICHARDS. "This must be were all those memories 're from... "
Moving to the side of the desk, Kitty pushed it into the large man; letting it pass through him until it was halfway through him. Letting go, she let him stay 'phased into' the middle of the table. "Hmph!" Going over to Rogue, she looked over her arm to see the wallet. "Is that him?"
"Yeah, when ah touched 'im – ah got bits n' pieces." Taking out the card, she handed it to Kitty. "Hold that a sec'." Fingers went back through the pictures again. She stopped at a picture of a young boy, jade eyes blinking those plum dusted lids as dark lips opened for a gasp. "H-His kid?"
"What?" Surprised, Beast let go of the door – "What's wrong with his kid?"
"Ah guess he thinks 'bout his kid all tha' time. This picture of 'im must'a done somethin' with his memories in mah head, an' Ah saw a hospital." Staring at the picture, she paused for a moment and then continued. "An' there's a doctor, an' he was tellin' him somethin'.. "
"He's dead?" Kitty interjected, looking at the picture too.
"No, that he maight be a carrier fer the X-Gene – that there's a fifty-fifty chance any of his kid's are gonna be mutants, 'r somethin'."
"Anything else?"
"No.. It's all ah got 'bout it. But ah'ma tell you this, everythin' in this guy's head is gross. What he does fer a livin' is makin' me sick. Ah wish I neva put a hand on him!" Disgusted, she took out the small picture of the boy and tossed the wallet back onto the still, motionless body. "His kid's name's Tommy, 'r Tom.. He called 'im Tommy."
"Wow, this is really weird. I mean, wouldn't it be totally ironic if his kid was a mutant and he completely hates mutants, and he's forced to like, kill his own son?" Kitty blinked, heading towards the door as Beast and Rogue flowed. "Or even if he's responsible for his own death ...?"
"An Ironic Tragedy..." Shaking his head, Beast swiped up the gun and held it along with the computer. Looking over his shoulder to Ed, he waved; "Have a nice day, Sir." Then he looked towards the young girls again."We should contact the Professor and the others as soon as possible."
"Don't go anywhere!" Kitty giggled as she looked to Ed, and then held onto their hands as she began to phase them out of the room. Pausing, she looked to Rogue who wasn't laughing. "What?"
"That was a bad one, Kit." Rolling her eyes, she followed after Kitty's lead.
"Ugh, whatever..." Kitty pressed a sigh, and the three of them disappeared into the hallway – Ed remained speechless, motionless and stunned.
"Where are we going?" Sue blinked, hand reaching for the back of Kristina's seat as she leaned forward.
"Meeting up with a good friend; now sit back." Mystique, who was presently in the form of a woman – dark hair in a French twist, dark framed glasses, and a dark gray suit – pulled the car into a vacant and deserted parking lot.
"We're not far from the Farm." Darren pulled Sue back by her shoulder, and placed an arm about her neck. His hair had been always streaked a tad of pink whenever Sue had been near by.
"What do you mean?" Raising a brow, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, various bracelets jingling.
"When my parents left me... We took this same road. We're not even out of Georgia yet."
The car jerked to a stop and into park, the three teenage passengers all looking at each other as the woman stepped out of the car; image disappearing into the blue skinned, white suited, orange haired, golden-eyed woman. "Stay here, and do not get out of the car unless I tell you too. Understand?" Holding the door open, she peered back inside the car.
All three replied without a sound, just synchronized, hesitant nodding.
"Good." And with that, and a slam of the car door, she was gone.
"Where is she going?" Darren looked to the window, one hand cupping the glass as he tried to see through the glass in the dark. The glare from a dying street lamp burned it's rusty orange hue on the windows of the blue Ford.
"I think she's going to meet someone.... " Kristina blinked, dark eyes looking around to the ones in the back then to her window. Fingers moved to the small window crank and she rolled down the window. Then, unbuckling herself, hands were placed on the window's frame, leaning herself out of the car slightly as she looked around.
"What is she doing?" Darren whispered to Sue.
"No idea... " Shaking her head, she watched the younger girl - What is she up to?
Sticking her head back inside the car, she rolled up her window, but then decided to keep it open half way. "There's this one guy... This ghost... He's always around whenever I could be in trouble, and I don't see him. So I guess we're not going to be harmed."
"Maybe he's too scared to come around." Darren rolled his eyes.
"No... He's dead, you moron. What could someone do to him? If anything, you should be scared of him; he could throw you out of the car if I allowed him too." Smirking, she clipped her seatbelt back on and folded her arms over her chest.
"Sorry..." He said under his breath, looking back outside his window. "Hey – You see that guy?"
"What guy?"
"That guy – over there. He's floating and he has a cape; looks like he's got a helmet on, too."
"Him?" Kristina raised a brow, squinting to try and see as Sue did the same.
"H-HEY! Why are we floating off the ground!?" Darren squeaked, his voice nervously cracking as he grasped onto the car's seat.
"I don't know! I didn't even realize!"
"And we're going towards them! – Who is that!"
As the car 'floated' over to the caped man and Mystique, the locks on all four doors clicked – unlocking them as the doors were also opened; car spinning a 180 so that Kristina's passenger side was in front of the duo outside. The car shook from side to side, Sue and Darren the first to fall out of the car. Gasping, Kristina held onto the seatbelt that was about her chest; fingertips holding onto the vinyl fabric as if she were on a ride and this was her restraint.
"Someone seems to remember the rules of road safety." The voice of the caped man came out of nowhere as the car slightly creeked while it was being shook.
Click.
Kristina's eyes went wide as she felt the seatbelt's fabric leave her chest, which left her defenseless to the gravity that would make her fall from the car's open door. Frantically, hands scratched at the car door as she felt herself begin to roll out of the car. Hands hooked onto the half of the window frame that wasn't covered by the glass of the window – good thing she kept her window open.
"I'm not going to hurt you, my dear – Just come to me." The voice said again, and she felt something tug on her neck.
My Necklace! Wincing, she felt her fingers loose grip of the window as she was dragged over to this man by the neck. Fingers immediately went searching for the necklace's clasp, she wanted to take it off – it was choking her! This man was choking her! Where were her spirits! Help me!
"Calm down, Kristina!" Mystique roared, now holding the other two by the scruffs of the shirts.
"Well, well – isn't this a pretty little necklace." The clasp seemed to have undone itself as she felt herself slam to the ground, necklace now dangling in front of the fully caped, and floating man. Open palm went under the floating necklace so that it seemed to have spun and danced about before his hands before the small locket opened – bearing a small picture of a most familiar man. "Oh – well, isn't this a surprise!"
A/N: Heh, I'm so sorry for the delay of this chapter. I'll REALLY try to update once a week. I know I have a lot of broken promises, but please – I'm really going to try and finish this fic up. It's probably going to never end, but perhaps I'll end in a few long chapters. Lots o' violence or something. xD. Hehe, it's just a thought.
:: Gets up. Stands. Waits. :: ; Ok, anyone can hit me with fish because I'm slow. I'm waiting.
:: Dance. :: Hit ME!