Negativity: Prologue
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Hi, I'm Lulu Taylor, and I'm currently chained to the wall in this prison cell. I've only one wing (jerk tore my other one out)-if you can call it that, it's so mangled you can't tell. My hair is matted with blood, my clothes are stained and reek of it. I'm being held hostage by some crazy dude who thinks mutants should rule the world.
Yeah. I said he was crazy.
I'm expecting the X-Men to burst in here and save me- any minute now. But....they're not coming. If they survived, they're not gonna come here, not to save someone as useless as me.
I shift in my position against the wall, my head hanging like I'm some kind of marionette doll, tossed to the sideafter its owner's done with it. I rubbed my wrist absently, the chains clawing at my bony hands. My eye flashes red, but it's useless. There's no one around to use my powers on....
My mutant abilities are useless here, useless everywhere. I'm a failure as an X-Man, a mutant and a person in general. Yeah, I'm sulking. You would to if you were in a dark cell, lit only by an old overhead light, a red light that casts a crimson glow over you. As red as blood it seems.... How very...ironic. Okay, time for mandatory, hokey-flashback to see the events that led up to this...
Here we go.
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Disclaimer: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME, I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THEM, THEY BELONG TO MARVEL. Had to get that in there so Marvel wouldn't sue me. Not like I've got any money anyways. ^^;; All the original characters belong to me (Frostbite, Negativity, Rift, Inferno, etc) and you can't use them unless you ask me first. So there. (AishiyuriiKomojo@neo.rr.com)
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Hi, I'm Lulu Taylor, and I'm currently chained to the wall in this prison cell. I've only one wing (jerk tore my other one out)-if you can call it that, it's so mangled you can't tell. My hair is matted with blood, my clothes are stained and reek of it. I'm being held hostage by some crazy dude who thinks mutants should rule the world.
Yeah. I said he was crazy.
I'm expecting the X-Men to burst in here and save me- any minute now. But....they're not coming. If they survived, they're not gonna come here, not to save someone as useless as me.
I shift in my position against the wall, my head hanging like I'm some kind of marionette doll, tossed to the sideafter its owner's done with it. I rubbed my wrist absently, the chains clawing at my bony hands. My eye flashes red, but it's useless. There's no one around to use my powers on....
My mutant abilities are useless here, useless everywhere. I'm a failure as an X-Man, a mutant and a person in general. Yeah, I'm sulking. You would to if you were in a dark cell, lit only by an old overhead light, a red light that casts a crimson glow over you. As red as blood it seems.... How very...ironic. Okay, time for mandatory, hokey-flashback to see the events that led up to this...
Here we go.
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Disclaimer: THE X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME, I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THEM, THEY BELONG TO MARVEL. Had to get that in there so Marvel wouldn't sue me. Not like I've got any money anyways. ^^;; All the original characters belong to me (Frostbite, Negativity, Rift, Inferno, etc) and you can't use them unless you ask me first. So there. (AishiyuriiKomojo@neo.rr.com)