Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, or any other Marvel or WB
property.
Notes: If you're old enough, you may remember the old Bartles and James commercials. Remember those two old guys sitting on a porch talking about their wine coolers? At the end, they'd always say "Thanks for your support." And that's what I'd like to say to all of my readers/reviewers. Thanks for your support.
Equavetporsche: Sometimes it's hard to describe things from the Mojoverse. I'm sorry, it really is my fault. Neither the Warwolves or the drones are machines. They're both living beings, but because they're from an alternate dimension, their physiology is completely different from our own. The Warwolves have skin like liquid metal, but they're organic. They kind of take the skins of people who have been their victims. But since they had no need to in the sewers, they didn't. And the security drones are like a cross between a praying mantis and a wasp. And, no, The Agent is a real Marvel character. He showed up in Excalibur: Mojo Madness, which was an annual from the early 90's.
RedLion2: Hey! Yeah, I remember that now! About the Warwolves, that is. I'm so lazy, I guess that I just didn't feel like researching it. I remembered them from the comics, I just couldn't remember everything. Oh, I'll pimp out some Kurtty stories, no problem. Hey, everyone else reading this, go read "Shadows of Confusion" by RedLion2! How's that?
Ophelia: Thanks! Glad you like it.
Everyone else: I thank you all. "Thanks for your support." Better shout- outs later, promise.
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The Agent didn't retract his claws and run up the walkway after Kitty. Instead, he simply jumped to the wall, shoving his claws into the concrete, and used his new claws to climb up the wall. He had just reached the platform on which Kitty had been standing when he heard his communicator going off. Sighing, he stood on the platform, reached into his satchel, and opened his communicator. Mojo's face appeared before him.
"So. . .do I have my trophy yet?" Mojo asked.
"Yes, Mojo, I have him." The Agent said.
"Good. Bring him back home to me." Mojo said.
"But, Mojo, what about the girl?"
"What about the girl? Shut up! Who cares about the moronic little girl? I want that man brought to me now!" Mojo said, and promptly disappeared from The Agent's communicator screen.
"Fine. Fine, fine, fine." He said. He looked back at the entrance into the arena "You and me have a date, girlie. But it'll have to be later. No one escapes from The Agent."
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Kitty ran out into the stands, and immediately regretted her rash action. The stands were filled with enormously obese bodies. None of them seemed to have legs. They were simply rooted to the ground, it seemed. Food and sweat covered their filthy bodies. They're eyes were forced open by some type of device, and it looked as if they could never close them. The ones close to Kitty began to clutch at her, and she screamed. The last thing that she wanted was to be eaten by some fat, alternate dimension being. She phased through their arms, and ran down the stairs toward the floor of the arena. She could see a pair of double doors opening. Far below her, she could see a small blue speck in the center of the arena. She knew it must have been Kurt, and ran as fast as she could, hoping to get to him in time.
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Kurt stood completely still. Upon hearing what the announcer had said, he had stood with his eyes closed, fearing what was coming up next. His eyes were still closed, and he could hear the sound of the double doors opening. Tears were sliding down from his eyes, and he picked up the bone, which he used as a staff. Finally, opening his eyes, he saw a figure running through the doors towards him. He squinted just as a red beam shot from the figure's eyes and threw him across the arena. The applause was louder than ever. Kurt rolled over onto the ground, gasping and rubbing his chest. He knew that Scott wasn't pulling punches, apparently. That blast hadn't been at full force, but it was still very powerful. Rolling over and standing up, he found himself facing Scott.
"Scott! Vhat are you doing? Please, don't do zis!" Kurt pleaded.
In answer, Scott put his hand to his visor and pushed the button on the side. The full brunt of Scott's mutant power was unleashed upon Kurt. Fortunately, however, Kurt teleported to safety. Reappearing behind Scott, he pleaded with him again.
"Scott, zis isn't you! Vhat haff zey done to you?" Kurt said, disappearing to avoid another blast and reappearing next to Scott.
Scott grabbed Kurt and kneed him in the stomach, then flipped him over his shoulder. Kurt bounced on the ground and teleported about fifteen feet away as the Scott punched a hole in the ground where Kurt had been standing with a beam.
"Scott! Stop zis! Please! Remember me? Kurt? You're friend?" Kurt asked, teleporting repeatedly to avoid Scott's attacks. "I don't know how ve ended up here, but zis isn't you! Zey've done somezing to you!"
"Hold still, outworlder!" Scott screamed.
"Outworder?" Kurt asked curiously, flipping over to avoid a kick from Scott.
"Dirty outworlder! Too good to kill the Wyvern, huh? Don't worry! Boss Mojo sent me to take care of you!"
"Okay, now you're just being veird." Kurt said and was promptly hit by a beam from Scott, throwing him twenty feet away and into the body of a dead creature.
At that moment, the Wyvern woke up and roared.
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"What do you mean he's going to kill Kurt?" Jean asked.
Everyone crowded around Bobby's chair, looking at his screen.
"Exactly what I said. According to this, Scott's been. . .reprogrammed. According to this," Bobby said, pointing to the screen, "they are sending him into that arena to fight Kurt."
"To kill Kurt." Longshot corrected him, looking over his shoulder at the screen.
"Longshot, how do we stop this?" Ororo asked.
"I'm. . .I'm not certain. He's been brainwashed. I don't know how to fix it." Longshot said.
"What is this reprogramming?" Ororo asked.
"It's just a method they use to control the strong willed here." Longshot answered. "They inundate an individual with a form of visual and audio signals until the mind bends to their will."
"Oh! Oh! Ah got it!" Marie shouted.
"Got what?" Jean asked.
"How ta fix 'im! Okay, so Scott needs ta be reprogrammed, raght? Like a computer, he needs ta be reset!" Marie stated.
"Basically, yes." Longshot said.
"Well, what if Kitty phases through his head?" Marie asked.
"What are you talking about, child?" Ororo asked, mystified.
"Kitty's ruined enough computers back at the Institute! She's always resettin' 'em! If she phases through Scott's head, wouldn't that be enough to reset 'im?" Marie asked.
Jean thought it over for a moment. She didn't want to risk harm to Scott, and Kitty phasing through someone generally gave them something akin to an electrical shock. Then again, if there was no other way, Jean knew that Marie was pretty much right. It would probably lay him out, but it could very well reset his mind, much the same way as a computer is reset.
"I think it's the best plan that we have so far, Ororo." Jean said.
"Okay, then that is our plan. Jean, where is Kitty?" Ororo asked.
Jean closed her eyes, feeling for Kitty.
"She's at the arena. Mojo's Arena #3." Jean said, her eyes opening.
"Wow! Okay! Tell her to wait for us." Bobby said.
Jean concentrated on the message, but for some reason, Kitty wasn't getting it. She wasn't paying attention at all. She was afraid of something. What was it? Jean closed her eyes, trying desperately to see what Kitty was. The images were hazy, but they began to solidify. Jean could see dead bodies of unknown creatures littering the arena floor. Hundreds of thousands of enormously fat, disgusting people were clapping about something. Her vision continued to gain clarity, and now she saw two figures in the arena. One shot. . .some type of weapon at the other, and the other one flew across the arena, injured. Jean's eyes flew open.
"It's already happening!" Jean said, running for the door.
At just that moment, an alarm went off, and red lights began to flash.
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Mojo's head whipped back and forth as the lights flashed and the sirens wailed. A look of fear crept over his face. What was happening? What was going on? Who was going to protect him? All of these questions and more ran through Mojo's head as the alarms continued to blare. Looking to his left, he winced as the door to the office opened. He was preparing himself for the attack when Minor Domo ran into the room. His face sagged, and a look of disdain replaced the look of fear.
"Mojo, Sir! Mojo, Sir! We have intruders!" Minor Domo yelled.
"Thanks for the news bulletin! You must be some type of damn genius, Minor Domo! You stupid inbred." He yelled back.
"Sir! The outworders you captured! They've escaped!" Minor Domo told him.
"What? How is that possible?" Mojo asked, incredulous.
"I don't know, Sir!"
"Well there's another surprise. You don't know something! MAJOR!" Mono began to scream.
"He's on his way here, Sir. He sent me ahead of him to tell you what happened, and that he was coming." Minor said.
"Well done. Now go away." Mojo yelled to be heard over the alarms.
Minor Domo quickly left the room, closing the door behind her. Mojo held his hands to his ears and screamed. Not only was he beginning to lose ratings because Kurt was refusing to fight Scott. Not only had The Agent not yet returned with the outworlder and his contract. Now he had this to deal with. He had an annoying alarm going off, giving him a headache, and he had five escapees, including Longshot, running around his building.
"Wait a minute! Longshot is here! This is finally my chance to be rid of him! Forever!" Mojo said to himself. He walked his platform over to the nearest alarm and ripped it off of the wall. He could still hear the alarms in the distance, but at least it wasn't blaring in his ears now.
At that moment, the door opened, and Major Domo walked in.
"Close the door! And lock it!" Mojo screamed.
Major Domo stood there, blinking.
"I'm. . .I'm sorry, Sir?" Major asked, rubbing his left ear with his hand.
"Close. . .and. . .lock. . .the. . .door!" Mojo screamed.
Major Domo turned around and did just that. Once it was locked, Mojo squealed and turned to his master control deck. Mojo could technically run the entire complex from his office. The only problem was, Mojo only knew how to control one or two of the functions at his own deck. He scoffed at the idea of having to do it himself. That's what he had fools like Major Domo for. However, this didn't deter him, because he actually knew how to do what he was about to do.
"What are your plans, Sir?" Major Domo asked.
"I'm getting rid of Longshot, for once and for all." Mojo said, cackling.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" Major asked.
Mojo turned to look at him.
"Are you questioning me, Major?" Mojo asked, a wicked smile playing across his face.
"No, Sir. At least, not in a disobedient way. I simply wish to marvel at your intellect, and your ability to deal with problems." Major said, smiling and bowing to the obese tyrant.
"Oh, Major. How you do go on!" Mojo said, slapping Major across the face. "Get your head out of my ass and pay attention, if you wish to marvel at me."
Mojo turned back to the control deck and began pressing buttons. Major watched his boss, his eyes widening when he realized what Mojo had planned for Longshot.
"Sir, are you sure that we'll be safe? And Minor Domo. I know she annoys you, but she is my assistant, and she's still. . ."
"Out there?" Mojo asked. "I don't care. I wouldn't have waited for you much longer than I did, either. You're lucky to be in this room, so don't question my authority, or my choices! Got it?"
Major Domo looked down at the floor.
"Yes, Sir." Major Domo said.
"Good-bye, Minor Domo." Major though to himself. "Pity. You were a good servant. Oh well, I'll find another."
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Kitty ran down the stairs, towards the floor of the arena. She phased through anything and everything that got in her way, and many of the viewers fell to the ground. The technology holding their eyes open would shut down when Kitty phased through them, and their eyes would close, sending them into a deep, deep coma. Kitty didn't have a second of regret, she simply continued to run towards Kurt and Scott, trying desperately not to fall. She finally reached the bottom row, and she gripped the bottom rail. Thrusting her legs over, she dropped fifteen feet to the ground, landing in a crouch.
Now she had to tread carefully. She was all alone in a big, alien world. One of her best friends was trying to kill another one of her best friends. And she had no one to rely on for backup.
Inside of the dead creature he had landed in, Kurt opened his eyes and found himself eyeing its innards. Disgusted, Kurt teleported out of it and landed on the ground about thirty feet behind Scott. Scott turned around and ran at him. Kurt had simply had enough. He stood his ground, and when his best friend tried to drop kick him, Kurt dodged and punched Scott in the leg. Scott howled, and then the both of them were hit by a thick tail.
The Wyvern had woken up completely, and found to its delight that it now had two meals instead of one.
Scott and Kurt rolled over in opposite directions, looking first at each other, and then at the Wyvern which was circling in the air around them, coming closer and closer.
"Kurt!" a voice shouted.
Kurt's eyes widened in realization of who that voice belonged to, and turned toward it. Kitty was running toward him. Kurt smiled, and then frowned almost immediately. He realized that he couldn't be the only one to notice Kitty. Scott must have noticed, and so must have the Wyvern.
"Katzchen! Get out of here!" Kurt cried before being hit by the Wyvern again.
Scott turned and saw Kitty running toward Kurt. To Scott, Kitty was just another outworlder, and he brought his hand up to his visor. He pressed the button on the side, and a beam shot out at Kitty. Kitty's eyes widened a moment before she was hit by Scott's blast. Kurt rolled over in the dust and saw Kitty fly ten feet through the air and land on the ground.
"Kitty!" he shouted, and teleported to her side. He wrapped her in his arms, and began to cry.
"Hey! Hey! I'm fine, Fuzzy!" she said.
"What are you doing here? You don't belong in hell!" Kurt said frantically.
"Hell? Kurt, I. . ." Kitty began, but then the Wyvern landed on the ground next to Kurt, going for him with its jaws.
Kitty phased herself, and because Kurt was holding her, phased Kurt was well. The Wyvern lunged at Kurt, and then straight through Kurt. It fell forward and hit its face on the ground. When it got up, shaking its head, Kurt and Kitty yelped and crawled backward. The Wyvern turned on them, and lunged forward again, only to be hit by an optic blast from Scott. Kurt turned to Scott, standing up with a grateful look on his face.
"Oh, Scott, zank Gott you are back to norm. . ." he didn't finish, as Scott sent an optic blast at him as well. Kitty leaned out and touched Kurt's foot, phasing him so that the beam passed through him.
"Dirty outworlder. I will be the one to destroy you for Boss Mojo, not some stupid beast."
"Schiesse." Kurt said as he picked up Kitty and teleported to the opposite side of the arena.
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Xavier looked at the clock. Three more hours. Sighing, he put his head in his hands and lowered it to the desk.
"Evan, please join me in my office." Xavier thought. Five minutes later, Evan Daniels was standing there in front of him.
"Evan, we will be leaving for this "Mojoverse" in a little over two hours." Xavier said, and then sighed again heavily. "Get the team together."
"Yes, Professor." Evan said, and walked out of the room.
Upon closing the door to Xavier's office, Evan turned around and found himself facing Amara, Rahn, Sam, Ray, Roberto, and Jamie. The New Mutants. Evan could see the excitement on their faces, and for some reason, almost felt scared for them. He felt scared for himself. Looking down the hall past them, he walked by, motioning for them to follow. Amara was so excited that she was nearly skipping down the hall after them. Evan shook his head slightly, wondering what the Mojoverse was like. They followed him down the stairs to the rec room, giggling and whispering behind him. Upon reaching the rec room, Evan turned back to face them.
"Do we have a mission, Evan?" Sam asked, nearly jumping up and down.
"Shut up." Evan said simply.
The rest of the New Mutants quieted down, looking at Evan.
"You know, most of you must look smarter than you actually are. Yeah. We have a mission. I'm glad you're all excited. Us having a mission means the first team failed, and something happened to them." Evan said.
The New Mutants all looked shamed.
"And it also means that a team about a thousand times more experienced than you are at fighting as a team apparently couldn't make it home." Evan said.
"Well, Professor Xavier will be with us, right?" Amara asked. "Anyhow, Bobby got to go with the first team. He's been on a mission twice now. He's been fine."
"Okay, yeah, he was a stowaway once, and he had to stay with the team. I'm not saying. . .just shut up. Listen, just. . .suit up. Yeah, you got your wish. We have a mission."
Evan walked out of the rec room, leaving the rest of the mutants with their sobering thoughts.
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As Ororo walked down the corridor, the rest of the mutants silently following her. The alarms had been going off for some time now, and they had gotten somewhat lost due to the lack of light. The only thing illuminating their path was the red alarm lights.
As Ororo turned a corner, she could see something at the end of that particular hall. She couldn't make out what it was. Squinting, she saw the red alarm lights reflecting off of some type of silvery substance. Longshot turned the corner around her and froze. His eyes went wide as he back away.
"RUN!" Longshot shouted.
Ororo looked at him, startled, then back at the end of the hall. Now there were two more forms with silvery skin at the end of the hall. Then they were moving down the hall towards the group at an alarming speed.
'RUN!" Longshot screamed, grabbing Ororo and throwing her back into the hall they had just come from. He pushed the others along the way until they were running to keep up with him and Ororo.
Looking over her shoulder, Ororo realized that she was about to find out what a Warwolf was, and why Longshot was so scared of them.
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So there's another chapter. Sorry it took so long. I've been pretty busy. Um, not much else to say. I think that I'm starting to lose my sight of where this story is heading. I may have to take a break for a couple of days and figure it out. Oh! And I'm leaving to go to Chicago on the 29th. So don't expect any updates from me for a week after the 29th. Um, yeah. I guess that's about it.
Later.
Notes: If you're old enough, you may remember the old Bartles and James commercials. Remember those two old guys sitting on a porch talking about their wine coolers? At the end, they'd always say "Thanks for your support." And that's what I'd like to say to all of my readers/reviewers. Thanks for your support.
Equavetporsche: Sometimes it's hard to describe things from the Mojoverse. I'm sorry, it really is my fault. Neither the Warwolves or the drones are machines. They're both living beings, but because they're from an alternate dimension, their physiology is completely different from our own. The Warwolves have skin like liquid metal, but they're organic. They kind of take the skins of people who have been their victims. But since they had no need to in the sewers, they didn't. And the security drones are like a cross between a praying mantis and a wasp. And, no, The Agent is a real Marvel character. He showed up in Excalibur: Mojo Madness, which was an annual from the early 90's.
RedLion2: Hey! Yeah, I remember that now! About the Warwolves, that is. I'm so lazy, I guess that I just didn't feel like researching it. I remembered them from the comics, I just couldn't remember everything. Oh, I'll pimp out some Kurtty stories, no problem. Hey, everyone else reading this, go read "Shadows of Confusion" by RedLion2! How's that?
Ophelia: Thanks! Glad you like it.
Everyone else: I thank you all. "Thanks for your support." Better shout- outs later, promise.
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The Agent didn't retract his claws and run up the walkway after Kitty. Instead, he simply jumped to the wall, shoving his claws into the concrete, and used his new claws to climb up the wall. He had just reached the platform on which Kitty had been standing when he heard his communicator going off. Sighing, he stood on the platform, reached into his satchel, and opened his communicator. Mojo's face appeared before him.
"So. . .do I have my trophy yet?" Mojo asked.
"Yes, Mojo, I have him." The Agent said.
"Good. Bring him back home to me." Mojo said.
"But, Mojo, what about the girl?"
"What about the girl? Shut up! Who cares about the moronic little girl? I want that man brought to me now!" Mojo said, and promptly disappeared from The Agent's communicator screen.
"Fine. Fine, fine, fine." He said. He looked back at the entrance into the arena "You and me have a date, girlie. But it'll have to be later. No one escapes from The Agent."
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Kitty ran out into the stands, and immediately regretted her rash action. The stands were filled with enormously obese bodies. None of them seemed to have legs. They were simply rooted to the ground, it seemed. Food and sweat covered their filthy bodies. They're eyes were forced open by some type of device, and it looked as if they could never close them. The ones close to Kitty began to clutch at her, and she screamed. The last thing that she wanted was to be eaten by some fat, alternate dimension being. She phased through their arms, and ran down the stairs toward the floor of the arena. She could see a pair of double doors opening. Far below her, she could see a small blue speck in the center of the arena. She knew it must have been Kurt, and ran as fast as she could, hoping to get to him in time.
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Kurt stood completely still. Upon hearing what the announcer had said, he had stood with his eyes closed, fearing what was coming up next. His eyes were still closed, and he could hear the sound of the double doors opening. Tears were sliding down from his eyes, and he picked up the bone, which he used as a staff. Finally, opening his eyes, he saw a figure running through the doors towards him. He squinted just as a red beam shot from the figure's eyes and threw him across the arena. The applause was louder than ever. Kurt rolled over onto the ground, gasping and rubbing his chest. He knew that Scott wasn't pulling punches, apparently. That blast hadn't been at full force, but it was still very powerful. Rolling over and standing up, he found himself facing Scott.
"Scott! Vhat are you doing? Please, don't do zis!" Kurt pleaded.
In answer, Scott put his hand to his visor and pushed the button on the side. The full brunt of Scott's mutant power was unleashed upon Kurt. Fortunately, however, Kurt teleported to safety. Reappearing behind Scott, he pleaded with him again.
"Scott, zis isn't you! Vhat haff zey done to you?" Kurt said, disappearing to avoid another blast and reappearing next to Scott.
Scott grabbed Kurt and kneed him in the stomach, then flipped him over his shoulder. Kurt bounced on the ground and teleported about fifteen feet away as the Scott punched a hole in the ground where Kurt had been standing with a beam.
"Scott! Stop zis! Please! Remember me? Kurt? You're friend?" Kurt asked, teleporting repeatedly to avoid Scott's attacks. "I don't know how ve ended up here, but zis isn't you! Zey've done somezing to you!"
"Hold still, outworlder!" Scott screamed.
"Outworder?" Kurt asked curiously, flipping over to avoid a kick from Scott.
"Dirty outworlder! Too good to kill the Wyvern, huh? Don't worry! Boss Mojo sent me to take care of you!"
"Okay, now you're just being veird." Kurt said and was promptly hit by a beam from Scott, throwing him twenty feet away and into the body of a dead creature.
At that moment, the Wyvern woke up and roared.
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"What do you mean he's going to kill Kurt?" Jean asked.
Everyone crowded around Bobby's chair, looking at his screen.
"Exactly what I said. According to this, Scott's been. . .reprogrammed. According to this," Bobby said, pointing to the screen, "they are sending him into that arena to fight Kurt."
"To kill Kurt." Longshot corrected him, looking over his shoulder at the screen.
"Longshot, how do we stop this?" Ororo asked.
"I'm. . .I'm not certain. He's been brainwashed. I don't know how to fix it." Longshot said.
"What is this reprogramming?" Ororo asked.
"It's just a method they use to control the strong willed here." Longshot answered. "They inundate an individual with a form of visual and audio signals until the mind bends to their will."
"Oh! Oh! Ah got it!" Marie shouted.
"Got what?" Jean asked.
"How ta fix 'im! Okay, so Scott needs ta be reprogrammed, raght? Like a computer, he needs ta be reset!" Marie stated.
"Basically, yes." Longshot said.
"Well, what if Kitty phases through his head?" Marie asked.
"What are you talking about, child?" Ororo asked, mystified.
"Kitty's ruined enough computers back at the Institute! She's always resettin' 'em! If she phases through Scott's head, wouldn't that be enough to reset 'im?" Marie asked.
Jean thought it over for a moment. She didn't want to risk harm to Scott, and Kitty phasing through someone generally gave them something akin to an electrical shock. Then again, if there was no other way, Jean knew that Marie was pretty much right. It would probably lay him out, but it could very well reset his mind, much the same way as a computer is reset.
"I think it's the best plan that we have so far, Ororo." Jean said.
"Okay, then that is our plan. Jean, where is Kitty?" Ororo asked.
Jean closed her eyes, feeling for Kitty.
"She's at the arena. Mojo's Arena #3." Jean said, her eyes opening.
"Wow! Okay! Tell her to wait for us." Bobby said.
Jean concentrated on the message, but for some reason, Kitty wasn't getting it. She wasn't paying attention at all. She was afraid of something. What was it? Jean closed her eyes, trying desperately to see what Kitty was. The images were hazy, but they began to solidify. Jean could see dead bodies of unknown creatures littering the arena floor. Hundreds of thousands of enormously fat, disgusting people were clapping about something. Her vision continued to gain clarity, and now she saw two figures in the arena. One shot. . .some type of weapon at the other, and the other one flew across the arena, injured. Jean's eyes flew open.
"It's already happening!" Jean said, running for the door.
At just that moment, an alarm went off, and red lights began to flash.
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Mojo's head whipped back and forth as the lights flashed and the sirens wailed. A look of fear crept over his face. What was happening? What was going on? Who was going to protect him? All of these questions and more ran through Mojo's head as the alarms continued to blare. Looking to his left, he winced as the door to the office opened. He was preparing himself for the attack when Minor Domo ran into the room. His face sagged, and a look of disdain replaced the look of fear.
"Mojo, Sir! Mojo, Sir! We have intruders!" Minor Domo yelled.
"Thanks for the news bulletin! You must be some type of damn genius, Minor Domo! You stupid inbred." He yelled back.
"Sir! The outworders you captured! They've escaped!" Minor Domo told him.
"What? How is that possible?" Mojo asked, incredulous.
"I don't know, Sir!"
"Well there's another surprise. You don't know something! MAJOR!" Mono began to scream.
"He's on his way here, Sir. He sent me ahead of him to tell you what happened, and that he was coming." Minor said.
"Well done. Now go away." Mojo yelled to be heard over the alarms.
Minor Domo quickly left the room, closing the door behind her. Mojo held his hands to his ears and screamed. Not only was he beginning to lose ratings because Kurt was refusing to fight Scott. Not only had The Agent not yet returned with the outworlder and his contract. Now he had this to deal with. He had an annoying alarm going off, giving him a headache, and he had five escapees, including Longshot, running around his building.
"Wait a minute! Longshot is here! This is finally my chance to be rid of him! Forever!" Mojo said to himself. He walked his platform over to the nearest alarm and ripped it off of the wall. He could still hear the alarms in the distance, but at least it wasn't blaring in his ears now.
At that moment, the door opened, and Major Domo walked in.
"Close the door! And lock it!" Mojo screamed.
Major Domo stood there, blinking.
"I'm. . .I'm sorry, Sir?" Major asked, rubbing his left ear with his hand.
"Close. . .and. . .lock. . .the. . .door!" Mojo screamed.
Major Domo turned around and did just that. Once it was locked, Mojo squealed and turned to his master control deck. Mojo could technically run the entire complex from his office. The only problem was, Mojo only knew how to control one or two of the functions at his own deck. He scoffed at the idea of having to do it himself. That's what he had fools like Major Domo for. However, this didn't deter him, because he actually knew how to do what he was about to do.
"What are your plans, Sir?" Major Domo asked.
"I'm getting rid of Longshot, for once and for all." Mojo said, cackling.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" Major asked.
Mojo turned to look at him.
"Are you questioning me, Major?" Mojo asked, a wicked smile playing across his face.
"No, Sir. At least, not in a disobedient way. I simply wish to marvel at your intellect, and your ability to deal with problems." Major said, smiling and bowing to the obese tyrant.
"Oh, Major. How you do go on!" Mojo said, slapping Major across the face. "Get your head out of my ass and pay attention, if you wish to marvel at me."
Mojo turned back to the control deck and began pressing buttons. Major watched his boss, his eyes widening when he realized what Mojo had planned for Longshot.
"Sir, are you sure that we'll be safe? And Minor Domo. I know she annoys you, but she is my assistant, and she's still. . ."
"Out there?" Mojo asked. "I don't care. I wouldn't have waited for you much longer than I did, either. You're lucky to be in this room, so don't question my authority, or my choices! Got it?"
Major Domo looked down at the floor.
"Yes, Sir." Major Domo said.
"Good-bye, Minor Domo." Major though to himself. "Pity. You were a good servant. Oh well, I'll find another."
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Kitty ran down the stairs, towards the floor of the arena. She phased through anything and everything that got in her way, and many of the viewers fell to the ground. The technology holding their eyes open would shut down when Kitty phased through them, and their eyes would close, sending them into a deep, deep coma. Kitty didn't have a second of regret, she simply continued to run towards Kurt and Scott, trying desperately not to fall. She finally reached the bottom row, and she gripped the bottom rail. Thrusting her legs over, she dropped fifteen feet to the ground, landing in a crouch.
Now she had to tread carefully. She was all alone in a big, alien world. One of her best friends was trying to kill another one of her best friends. And she had no one to rely on for backup.
Inside of the dead creature he had landed in, Kurt opened his eyes and found himself eyeing its innards. Disgusted, Kurt teleported out of it and landed on the ground about thirty feet behind Scott. Scott turned around and ran at him. Kurt had simply had enough. He stood his ground, and when his best friend tried to drop kick him, Kurt dodged and punched Scott in the leg. Scott howled, and then the both of them were hit by a thick tail.
The Wyvern had woken up completely, and found to its delight that it now had two meals instead of one.
Scott and Kurt rolled over in opposite directions, looking first at each other, and then at the Wyvern which was circling in the air around them, coming closer and closer.
"Kurt!" a voice shouted.
Kurt's eyes widened in realization of who that voice belonged to, and turned toward it. Kitty was running toward him. Kurt smiled, and then frowned almost immediately. He realized that he couldn't be the only one to notice Kitty. Scott must have noticed, and so must have the Wyvern.
"Katzchen! Get out of here!" Kurt cried before being hit by the Wyvern again.
Scott turned and saw Kitty running toward Kurt. To Scott, Kitty was just another outworlder, and he brought his hand up to his visor. He pressed the button on the side, and a beam shot out at Kitty. Kitty's eyes widened a moment before she was hit by Scott's blast. Kurt rolled over in the dust and saw Kitty fly ten feet through the air and land on the ground.
"Kitty!" he shouted, and teleported to her side. He wrapped her in his arms, and began to cry.
"Hey! Hey! I'm fine, Fuzzy!" she said.
"What are you doing here? You don't belong in hell!" Kurt said frantically.
"Hell? Kurt, I. . ." Kitty began, but then the Wyvern landed on the ground next to Kurt, going for him with its jaws.
Kitty phased herself, and because Kurt was holding her, phased Kurt was well. The Wyvern lunged at Kurt, and then straight through Kurt. It fell forward and hit its face on the ground. When it got up, shaking its head, Kurt and Kitty yelped and crawled backward. The Wyvern turned on them, and lunged forward again, only to be hit by an optic blast from Scott. Kurt turned to Scott, standing up with a grateful look on his face.
"Oh, Scott, zank Gott you are back to norm. . ." he didn't finish, as Scott sent an optic blast at him as well. Kitty leaned out and touched Kurt's foot, phasing him so that the beam passed through him.
"Dirty outworlder. I will be the one to destroy you for Boss Mojo, not some stupid beast."
"Schiesse." Kurt said as he picked up Kitty and teleported to the opposite side of the arena.
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Xavier looked at the clock. Three more hours. Sighing, he put his head in his hands and lowered it to the desk.
"Evan, please join me in my office." Xavier thought. Five minutes later, Evan Daniels was standing there in front of him.
"Evan, we will be leaving for this "Mojoverse" in a little over two hours." Xavier said, and then sighed again heavily. "Get the team together."
"Yes, Professor." Evan said, and walked out of the room.
Upon closing the door to Xavier's office, Evan turned around and found himself facing Amara, Rahn, Sam, Ray, Roberto, and Jamie. The New Mutants. Evan could see the excitement on their faces, and for some reason, almost felt scared for them. He felt scared for himself. Looking down the hall past them, he walked by, motioning for them to follow. Amara was so excited that she was nearly skipping down the hall after them. Evan shook his head slightly, wondering what the Mojoverse was like. They followed him down the stairs to the rec room, giggling and whispering behind him. Upon reaching the rec room, Evan turned back to face them.
"Do we have a mission, Evan?" Sam asked, nearly jumping up and down.
"Shut up." Evan said simply.
The rest of the New Mutants quieted down, looking at Evan.
"You know, most of you must look smarter than you actually are. Yeah. We have a mission. I'm glad you're all excited. Us having a mission means the first team failed, and something happened to them." Evan said.
The New Mutants all looked shamed.
"And it also means that a team about a thousand times more experienced than you are at fighting as a team apparently couldn't make it home." Evan said.
"Well, Professor Xavier will be with us, right?" Amara asked. "Anyhow, Bobby got to go with the first team. He's been on a mission twice now. He's been fine."
"Okay, yeah, he was a stowaway once, and he had to stay with the team. I'm not saying. . .just shut up. Listen, just. . .suit up. Yeah, you got your wish. We have a mission."
Evan walked out of the rec room, leaving the rest of the mutants with their sobering thoughts.
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As Ororo walked down the corridor, the rest of the mutants silently following her. The alarms had been going off for some time now, and they had gotten somewhat lost due to the lack of light. The only thing illuminating their path was the red alarm lights.
As Ororo turned a corner, she could see something at the end of that particular hall. She couldn't make out what it was. Squinting, she saw the red alarm lights reflecting off of some type of silvery substance. Longshot turned the corner around her and froze. His eyes went wide as he back away.
"RUN!" Longshot shouted.
Ororo looked at him, startled, then back at the end of the hall. Now there were two more forms with silvery skin at the end of the hall. Then they were moving down the hall towards the group at an alarming speed.
'RUN!" Longshot screamed, grabbing Ororo and throwing her back into the hall they had just come from. He pushed the others along the way until they were running to keep up with him and Ororo.
Looking over her shoulder, Ororo realized that she was about to find out what a Warwolf was, and why Longshot was so scared of them.
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So there's another chapter. Sorry it took so long. I've been pretty busy. Um, not much else to say. I think that I'm starting to lose my sight of where this story is heading. I may have to take a break for a couple of days and figure it out. Oh! And I'm leaving to go to Chicago on the 29th. So don't expect any updates from me for a week after the 29th. Um, yeah. I guess that's about it.
Later.
