Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, or any other Marvel or WB
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Notes: I guess that I don't really have much to say. I don't really have much to respond to. I think that FF.net is a little "wonky" for me right now. For some reason, it won't list my story as updated. Well, anyhow, I hope that people realize that I am indeed updating.
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When the doors began to open, the audience began to cheer and clap louder. Everyone inside of the arena froze. The screaming and shrieking that came from behind the darkness of the two open doors was deafening, even louder than the audience. The mutants began to back up, The Agent fleeing to the other side of the arena, screaming for his life. The others watched the doors, and suddenly, a silvery figure ran out on all fours, about fifteen feet out of the door. Then another joined it. And another. And another. And another. Soon, there were ten Warwolves.
"Aw great." Logan said.
"What are they?" Scott asked, noting Logan's apprehension.
"I think those are what Longshot calls Warwolves. They're dangerous, kiddos. Can we get out of this stadium?" Logan asked.
"Nein. I've tried to teleport out many times, but I can't for some reason. I don't know how ve'll ever get out." Kurt said, eyeing these new creatures with fear.
"Okay! Everyone get together. Now." Logan called out.
So, that's how, in the center of the arena, Kurt, Kitty, Scott, Rahne, Jamie (and his nine multiples), Sam, Ray, Evan, Hank, and Logan came together, making a defensive line against the Warwolves, who were now separating and beginning to stalk them.
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Jean flew up over the arena's stands, which were enormous. Bobby and Ororo were ahead of her. She heard Bobby gasp, and Ororo literally froze in midair. When Jean reached the spot where Ororo stopped, she saw ten Warwolves advancing on her friends. Her family. She shot like a bullet down to them. She landed on the ground in front of Scott and threw her arms around him. Scott coughed, surprised, and then threw her behind him, his arms in a protective stance in front of her.
"Don't get me wrong, Red. I couldn't be happier to see anyone else, ever. But now's not a good time." Scott said.
"Listen. I killed one of these things, and it was a hard kill. They can hurt you, kill you easy. I finally took its head off. Then it died. I don't know what to do about ten of them." Logan said.
At that moment, all ten rushed the group. The one in the lead bounded and then leaped at Jamie and his multiples. Before Logan had a chance to react, it was hit and frozen within a block of ice. Bobby slid on an ice slide over their heads and rushed to meet the rest of the Warwolves. Soon, Ororo had joined him, and the two sent lightning and ice everywhere. The Warwolves scattered and broke, as did the mutants.
Logan watched as Jamie and his multiples ran off to the left, two of the Warwolves following them. Logan took off after Jamie, knowing that the kid's power couldn't help him in a fight against these creatures. Worst of all, Logan wasn't certain what would happen if the Warwolves killed on of Jamie's multiples. Logan followed after the Warwolves, and when he was close enough to one, he jumped. He tackled that Warwolf, and the two rolled to the ground. Logan popped his claws, and then ducked as the other one behind him stopped chasing Jamie as well and sent its claws toward his head. Now Logan stood between the two Warwolves, each taking swipes at him. Logan continued to dodge and duck, but the Warwolves weren't giving him the chance to attack. All he could do was go on the defensive. They were too damned fast.
Jamie stopped running when he looked over his shoulder and saw what happened. He watched as Logan ducked and dodged the Warwolves claws, one finally catching his shoulder. Jamie's anger boiled over, and the ten Jamie's suddenly turned into twenty. All twenty Jamie's bellowed and ran toward the Warwolves. They were so busy attacking Logan that they never even saw the army heading toward them. Each Warwolf was held onto by ten Jamie's. Arms were held in place, as were legs, hands and their heads. Logan didn't even take a second to think. He methodically swiped with his claws and severed both of their heads. The insides fell out of their necks, and some got onto the Jamie multiples.
"Gross!" they said at once.
In the center of the arena, Bobby had encased a Warwolf completely in ice, and stood atop his ice slide, fifteen feet in the air, making the block larger.
"There's no way you can get out of there." Bobby muttered to himself.
Then, a Warwolf jumped onto his slide and slid clumsily toward him. Bobby was so intent on encasing the other one that he didn't notice. Kurt did, however. He teleported to the top of the slide, grabbed Bobby, and teleported away just as the Warwolf jumped at them. It hit the ground hard, but shook it off. Kurt and Bobby appeared next to Kitty, who phased all three of them in time to avoid another one which jumped at them. Even though they weren't killed, they still felt incredible pain and fell to the ground as it rounded on them and jumped again, talons out. Scott saw, and ripped off his visor. Opening his eyes, he hit the thing full force and it literally flew out of the arena, over the stadium wall.
"Well, they can apparently get out." Bobby said, standing up.
"We gotta figure out how we can, too." Kitty said. She looked around for Kurt and saw he was still lying on the ground. "Kurt!"
She flew to his side, and Scott followed. Bobby went on the defensive, sending sharp chunks of ice at another circling Warwolf. Kitty knelt down next to Kurt, and found he was unconscious.
"He's out, Scott! Oh God! Is he okay?" Kitty asked, tears flowing.
"Yeah. He's just unconscious. We've been fighting for a long time now, Kitty. I don't know how long I can keep this up, and he's been fighting more than I have." Scott said.
"Wake up, Kurt!" Kitty cried. "Wake up, please, wake up!"
Kurt came to, sat up, and looked around.
"I don't know how much more I can take." Kurt said wearily.
Rahne had into half-wolf form, but was running on all fours. It was in this way that she was able to run faster than the Warwolves. She skidded to a halt and turned, swiping her claws at the one behind her. It had no affect. The thing looked down at itself, saw it was unharmed, and then threw itself on top of Rahne. Rahne screamed. Ororo heard her and summoned all the wind she could control within the arena. The Warwolf was hit with most of it, and flew backward. Ororo threw a powerful bolt of lightning at it, hitting it dead center. It flew end over end, finally hitting the ground. She watched as it got up, and went after Evan.
"No matter what we do, we cannot stop these creatures." Ororo thought. "I cannot stop them, because I will not kill. I am so sorry, children. I hope that the Professor can save us."
Evan turned at that moment, and sent a large spike at the Warwolf behind him. The spike cut through the air, thrown with a powerful force by Evan. It impaled the creature's thick skin. The Warwolf fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Evan felt triumphant, and continued to impale it with spikes. Finally, when it could move no longer, he sent the last spike toward it's neck, and the creature was dead.
"Evan!" he heard Ororo cry.
"Sorry, Auntie 'Ro. But I'm not gonna die here." Evan said softly, although regret had already set in.
Logan took a quick count of the arena. One Warwolf was blasted out of the arena, another was encased in a solid block of ice, Evan had taken one out, and he had taken two out himself. That left five. His shoulder had healed where the Warwolf had slashed him, but it still hurt. He hated these things, but he wanted to be careful to control his rage. Otherwise, he might attack anything moving, and there were an awful lot of students around him.
Jean flew above the battle, trying to hit as many as she could with psychic bolts. It seemed to have no effect. Instead, she simply began to pick up the dead creatures littering the arena floor and began to throw those at the creatures. Some dodged easily, others were hit. Logan noticed what she was doing, and came up with a quick plan.
"Jeanie!" he called out.
Jean looked to him.
"Hit him over there!" he yelled, signaling to a Warwolf that was approaching Sam. "Hit him hard!"
Jean lifted the largest dead creature that she could and threw it as hard as she could at the Warwolf. It hit it, pinning the creature underneath the other dead one. Logan bellowed and jumped on top of it, slicing its head off.
"Thanks." Sam said softly, looking a mess of the dead Warwolf.
"Welcome." Logan said, running off.
Bobby was so busy keeping one of the creatures at bay that he didn't see that one stalking him from behind. He heard it too late, and turned just as it cut a nasty gash in his leg. Bobby cried out and fell to the ground, clutching his thigh. The Warwolf reared above him, and as it came down on him, a bolt of electricity hit it. Bobby looked over and saw Ray advancing on it. He never quit hitting it, and as he advanced on the fallen creature, Ray seemed to increase the power of the electric beam. The Warwolf shrieked and shrieked as it cooked. Finally, it quit moving, and was still.
"These things suck." Ray said simply.
"They sure do!" Rogue said, entering the arena next to him with Longshot and Amara at her side.
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Xavier felt the pain, anger, and fear from his students and his teachers. He was frustrated. He wanted more than anything to help them, but he would be of no help to them in that battle. He had tried to reach the minds of the Warwolves, but they seemed to have no mind. Roberto felt much the same way. He had hoped for even a hint of sun, wanting more than anything to join the battle and fight beside his friends. Alas, there was no sun. No way of using his powers. He would be useless to them.
Both had their backs to the main entrance way, but they began to turn around when they heard it. Clank, clank, clank, clank. The sound of metal joints moving, almost spider-like. Xavier and Roberto turned laid their eyes upon a behemoth. He was huge, fat, and his skin was completely yellow. He wore no clothing. Hundreds and hundreds of wires came out of the back of his head, attached to machinery behind him. He moved via a platform with metal legs, which were indeed spider-like. His eyes were held open by machinery, and he had a gleeful smile on his face.
"Well, well, well." Mojo said. "You must be friends of Longshot."
"And who would you be?" Xavier thought, trying to reach into Mojo's mind.
"Uh-uh! I can feel you moving around in here." Mojo said, tapping his head. "And I'm sorry to say, you won't be able to find or do much."
Xavier tried again, but gave up. It wasn't that Mojo had any type of mental or psychic protection. He just had a mind completely alien, and seemingly invulnerable to Xavier's power.
"I suppose that your name is Mojo." Xavier said.
"You got that right, babe." Mojo said. "And I don't know who you are, but I know what you're here for. And I'm afraid that I can't let you do that."
"And just what am I here for, Mojo?" Xavier asked idly.
"Major Domo! What is he here for?" Mojo cried gleefully.
Xavier watched as a tall, thin man stepped out from behind Mojo.
"I believe that he is here to rescue the other outworlders." Major Domo said.
"What is your name, outworlder?" Mojo asked.
"Charles Xavier. You have my students, and I'm sorry to say, but I will have them back, and we will return to my world. I feel a great deal of pity for those who try to stop us."
Mojo's face fell into a deep frown. He wasn't used to being talked to this way. He was about to fly into a rage when he suddenly calmed down, and felt his humor rising. He began to laugh softly, then a little louder, and finally it became a mad cackle.
"You. . .you think that you'll find your way out of this?" Mojo cried out between his laughs. "You think that I'll let you, or any of them, go?"
Major Domo smiled evilly at Xavier as Mojo continued to cackle.
"Take them!" Mojo cried, and suddenly security drones showed up from behind him. Dozens of the large insects held Xavier in place, and pulled Roberto from behind Xavier. Xavier tried to grab hold of Roberto, but failed as he was held down. He did, however, manage to obtain the multidimensional travel device from Roberto and stow it in his chair, unseen. In a last ditch effort, Xavier reached out to Major Domo's mind. In but a second, Xavier learned all that he could about the structure of the arena. He learned about the sub-floors. Underneath the stadium were prison cells where contestants were held. Cafeterias, laundry rooms, boilers, gyms, scenic design shops, prop room, special effect machines. . .and. . .
Xavier smiled inwardly, but outwardly, he looked scared for Roberto.
"No! Leave him alone! He's sickly!" Xavier screamed.
"What do you mean?" Mojo asked, sneering.
"He cannot take direct sunlight, and he was exposed to it before we came to this world. He needs time to recuperate!" Xavier said, psychically telling Roberto to go along with the ruse. Roberto silently agreed, and fell to his knees, weighing down the drones who were holding him.
Mojo pulled away from what he thought was the sick boy, revolted. The last thing that Mojo wanted was to get whatever the boy had. Then an evil thought occurred to him, and he smiled his wicked smile at Roberto.
"So this man is your teacher, eh?" Mojo asked, still pulling away from Roberto.
Roberto coughed and hacked before answering, making Mojo back further away.
"Yes." He breathed.
"Well, I'm afraid that you'll have to suffer the consequences for his. . .his. . .uh. . ." Mojo said, trying to find the last word while snapping his fingers.
"Cheekiness, Sir?" Major Domo offered.
"Shut up!" Mojo screamed at him. "Yes, his cheekiness! No one talks to me the way that he did. I had planned to imprison you all and keep you as entertainment, but you're useless, and you'll pay the price for his words! Guards, take him to the artificial sun! Shine some light into his soul!"
Xavier's eyes widened in fake shock as Roberto was dragged away. When he was gone, he hung his head in defeat. Mojo slowly walked over to him, and lifted his head up with one long finger.
"Now. . .we'll go watch and see what your other students can do against my Warwolves. The winners will be my prisoners. The losers. . .well, they will rot with the rest of the dead things." Mojo whispered.
He snatched Xavier out of his chair and threw him to the drones. The drones caught him, and carried him behind Mojo. Xavier's floating chair was left behind.
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"Glad you three could make it to the party." Ray said happily.
Marie smiled wearily back, as did Amara. Longshot simply nodded his head.
"How many are left?" Sam asked, looking around.
"Three." Ray said.
Marie felt weak, but she didn't want to take anyone else's power. Therefore, she stayed close to Longshot, Amara, Ray, and Sam, hoping to stay out of trouble.
Across the arena, Logan was once again fighting a Warwolf. Kurt watched the fight from the ground, praying that Bobby could keep one of the other Warwolves from killing him and Kitty. Kitty watched Bobby battle with the Warwolf close to them, and saw the others rushing to aid both him and Evan. Logan was on his own. The teenagers knew he'd want it that way right now. Kitty looked out into the crowd, and was horrified to see Professor Xavier being dragged behind. . .what looked like a huge, fat, yellow thing.
"What is that?" Kitty asked aloud.
"That is Mojo." Longshot growled, joining the teens in the center of the arena. "He won't be happy about his Warwolves being killed off."
"Zat is Mojo? He's ze one who's done all of zis to us?" Kurt asked.
"Yes." Longshot said.
"He looks kinda like Jabba the Hutt." Jamie said, cocking his head at the vision.
Kitty looked around. Scott and Evan were fighting one Warwolf, each holding their own. Bobby and Ray had just dispatched of another Warwolf, Ray cooking it to a crisp. And Logan was by his lonesome, fighting the third. Standing in the center of the arena was Longshot, Ororo, Hank, Jean, Kurt, Rahne, Jamie, Amara, Marie, Sam, and herself. Looking back up at Mojo, she noted that the Professor did indeed seem to be alive, and Mojo was having him held there with him.
"The Professor is alive." Kitty said. "He's watching us."
Logan finished off his Warwolf with one clean swipe. Breathing hard, he rushed to greet the final Warwolf that Scott and Evan were fighting. Scott and Evan both pulled back, leaving the final creature to the wild man.
"He's being held there. I wonder what's going on." Scott said, meeting the rest of the group. Evan walked up behind him.
"Look at him." Jamie marveled. "He really does look like Jabba."
"Wait a minute." Amara said, her head turning back and forth. "Where's Roberto."
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Roberto was in an immense amount of pain. It wasn't very hard for him to act weak and sick when the drones threw him around and tossed him like a doll. He had hit his head on the walls and the floor several times. He was being dragged down a dark hallway, toward whatever it was that Mojo had called the "artificial sun." He didn't know what it was, but he really hoped that it was at least somewhat close to what the sun was in his world.
The drones finally reached the door that they were looking for, opened it, and threw him in. Roberto hit the ground hard. It was completely dark in the room, with no light. He stood up and felt along the walls. He figured that the wall was what he was feeling, anyhow. It was rough, hard, and cold. He slid his hands along it, and felt no change whatsoever. And then, suddenly, his hands felt something different. Hard, smooth, and somewhat cold. It felt like glass.
"Is it a window?" Roberto thought.
A sound of clicking filled the room. Something was moving. He turned around, ready to die. And then the room was filled with a light so intense that it hurt his eyes. Behind him, in another room, the drones watched from the security of the tinted window that Roberto had been wondering about. Their eyes registered the boy for a moment before he was consumed by the heat and the light. They even saw his body covered with flames for a short moment before he disappeared. Content with his death, the drones turned off the artificial sun. The room outside the window went dark again, and they turned to exit the control room. They were about to leave when they heard a knocking on the window. They turned and saw Roberto, covered in flame, his body black as night.
"Hiya, fellas." Roberto muttered and cocked his head before hitting the wall and window so hard that they were completely destroyed.
Roberto flew out of the room like a rocket, destroying anything and everything within his path.
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Mojo looked out over the arena, enraged. His Warwolves, his special creations, were lying dead on the ground. The wild man with the claws had finally finished off the last one. Mojo's eyes went wide when it happened. He couldn't believe it. No one had ever killed one of his Warwolves. And these. . .children and a couple of adults had destroyed ten. In almost no time at all. Mojo balled his right hand into a fist and brought it down on the servant serving him a drink. He broke this individuals neck, and the servant died immediately. Mojo groaned.
"Get rid of that." Mojo said, pointing to the fallen servant. His drones immediately carried it away.
"You see what I mean, Mojo. We will not be held. We will not be contained. We will not be imprisoned. If you do not release us, I fear that you will have a fight on your hands that is beyond your imagination." Xavier said.
"I don't know, Teacher. I can imagine a whole hell of a lot." Mojo growled. "I can imagine your putrid body decaying under my girth!"
"Even without me, my students will continue to fight. They would not even know how to give up to you. And I'm afraid that will be your downfall." Xavier said.
Mojo backhanded him hard. Xavier fell out of the chair the drones had placed him in and onto the ground.
"Shut up, baldy!" Mojo screamed. "Major Domo!"
"Yes, Sir?" Major asked.
"Finish them off. I don't even want to look at them anymore! Call in everything we have! Every monster that lives in the bowels of this building! I want them all out there! I want them to kill, maim, rip, tear, eat, and destroy those outworlders!" Mojo screamed, and then grabbed Xavier's face. "And you're going to watch!"
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Okay, so I kinda stole two lines from other sources. The line with Xavier talking about pitying Mojo was kinda changed, but stolen from the movie "X- Men." And the "Hiya, fellas" that Roberto said was stolen from "The Matrix Reloaded." I didn't even do that consciously. I found them when I proofread the chapter. So anyhow, there's probably one more chapter left, OR. . .I may write two more chapters, with a lot of sappy, relationshippy stuff in the last chapter. Hm. I don't know.
Later.
Notes: I guess that I don't really have much to say. I don't really have much to respond to. I think that FF.net is a little "wonky" for me right now. For some reason, it won't list my story as updated. Well, anyhow, I hope that people realize that I am indeed updating.
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When the doors began to open, the audience began to cheer and clap louder. Everyone inside of the arena froze. The screaming and shrieking that came from behind the darkness of the two open doors was deafening, even louder than the audience. The mutants began to back up, The Agent fleeing to the other side of the arena, screaming for his life. The others watched the doors, and suddenly, a silvery figure ran out on all fours, about fifteen feet out of the door. Then another joined it. And another. And another. And another. Soon, there were ten Warwolves.
"Aw great." Logan said.
"What are they?" Scott asked, noting Logan's apprehension.
"I think those are what Longshot calls Warwolves. They're dangerous, kiddos. Can we get out of this stadium?" Logan asked.
"Nein. I've tried to teleport out many times, but I can't for some reason. I don't know how ve'll ever get out." Kurt said, eyeing these new creatures with fear.
"Okay! Everyone get together. Now." Logan called out.
So, that's how, in the center of the arena, Kurt, Kitty, Scott, Rahne, Jamie (and his nine multiples), Sam, Ray, Evan, Hank, and Logan came together, making a defensive line against the Warwolves, who were now separating and beginning to stalk them.
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Jean flew up over the arena's stands, which were enormous. Bobby and Ororo were ahead of her. She heard Bobby gasp, and Ororo literally froze in midair. When Jean reached the spot where Ororo stopped, she saw ten Warwolves advancing on her friends. Her family. She shot like a bullet down to them. She landed on the ground in front of Scott and threw her arms around him. Scott coughed, surprised, and then threw her behind him, his arms in a protective stance in front of her.
"Don't get me wrong, Red. I couldn't be happier to see anyone else, ever. But now's not a good time." Scott said.
"Listen. I killed one of these things, and it was a hard kill. They can hurt you, kill you easy. I finally took its head off. Then it died. I don't know what to do about ten of them." Logan said.
At that moment, all ten rushed the group. The one in the lead bounded and then leaped at Jamie and his multiples. Before Logan had a chance to react, it was hit and frozen within a block of ice. Bobby slid on an ice slide over their heads and rushed to meet the rest of the Warwolves. Soon, Ororo had joined him, and the two sent lightning and ice everywhere. The Warwolves scattered and broke, as did the mutants.
Logan watched as Jamie and his multiples ran off to the left, two of the Warwolves following them. Logan took off after Jamie, knowing that the kid's power couldn't help him in a fight against these creatures. Worst of all, Logan wasn't certain what would happen if the Warwolves killed on of Jamie's multiples. Logan followed after the Warwolves, and when he was close enough to one, he jumped. He tackled that Warwolf, and the two rolled to the ground. Logan popped his claws, and then ducked as the other one behind him stopped chasing Jamie as well and sent its claws toward his head. Now Logan stood between the two Warwolves, each taking swipes at him. Logan continued to dodge and duck, but the Warwolves weren't giving him the chance to attack. All he could do was go on the defensive. They were too damned fast.
Jamie stopped running when he looked over his shoulder and saw what happened. He watched as Logan ducked and dodged the Warwolves claws, one finally catching his shoulder. Jamie's anger boiled over, and the ten Jamie's suddenly turned into twenty. All twenty Jamie's bellowed and ran toward the Warwolves. They were so busy attacking Logan that they never even saw the army heading toward them. Each Warwolf was held onto by ten Jamie's. Arms were held in place, as were legs, hands and their heads. Logan didn't even take a second to think. He methodically swiped with his claws and severed both of their heads. The insides fell out of their necks, and some got onto the Jamie multiples.
"Gross!" they said at once.
In the center of the arena, Bobby had encased a Warwolf completely in ice, and stood atop his ice slide, fifteen feet in the air, making the block larger.
"There's no way you can get out of there." Bobby muttered to himself.
Then, a Warwolf jumped onto his slide and slid clumsily toward him. Bobby was so intent on encasing the other one that he didn't notice. Kurt did, however. He teleported to the top of the slide, grabbed Bobby, and teleported away just as the Warwolf jumped at them. It hit the ground hard, but shook it off. Kurt and Bobby appeared next to Kitty, who phased all three of them in time to avoid another one which jumped at them. Even though they weren't killed, they still felt incredible pain and fell to the ground as it rounded on them and jumped again, talons out. Scott saw, and ripped off his visor. Opening his eyes, he hit the thing full force and it literally flew out of the arena, over the stadium wall.
"Well, they can apparently get out." Bobby said, standing up.
"We gotta figure out how we can, too." Kitty said. She looked around for Kurt and saw he was still lying on the ground. "Kurt!"
She flew to his side, and Scott followed. Bobby went on the defensive, sending sharp chunks of ice at another circling Warwolf. Kitty knelt down next to Kurt, and found he was unconscious.
"He's out, Scott! Oh God! Is he okay?" Kitty asked, tears flowing.
"Yeah. He's just unconscious. We've been fighting for a long time now, Kitty. I don't know how long I can keep this up, and he's been fighting more than I have." Scott said.
"Wake up, Kurt!" Kitty cried. "Wake up, please, wake up!"
Kurt came to, sat up, and looked around.
"I don't know how much more I can take." Kurt said wearily.
Rahne had into half-wolf form, but was running on all fours. It was in this way that she was able to run faster than the Warwolves. She skidded to a halt and turned, swiping her claws at the one behind her. It had no affect. The thing looked down at itself, saw it was unharmed, and then threw itself on top of Rahne. Rahne screamed. Ororo heard her and summoned all the wind she could control within the arena. The Warwolf was hit with most of it, and flew backward. Ororo threw a powerful bolt of lightning at it, hitting it dead center. It flew end over end, finally hitting the ground. She watched as it got up, and went after Evan.
"No matter what we do, we cannot stop these creatures." Ororo thought. "I cannot stop them, because I will not kill. I am so sorry, children. I hope that the Professor can save us."
Evan turned at that moment, and sent a large spike at the Warwolf behind him. The spike cut through the air, thrown with a powerful force by Evan. It impaled the creature's thick skin. The Warwolf fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Evan felt triumphant, and continued to impale it with spikes. Finally, when it could move no longer, he sent the last spike toward it's neck, and the creature was dead.
"Evan!" he heard Ororo cry.
"Sorry, Auntie 'Ro. But I'm not gonna die here." Evan said softly, although regret had already set in.
Logan took a quick count of the arena. One Warwolf was blasted out of the arena, another was encased in a solid block of ice, Evan had taken one out, and he had taken two out himself. That left five. His shoulder had healed where the Warwolf had slashed him, but it still hurt. He hated these things, but he wanted to be careful to control his rage. Otherwise, he might attack anything moving, and there were an awful lot of students around him.
Jean flew above the battle, trying to hit as many as she could with psychic bolts. It seemed to have no effect. Instead, she simply began to pick up the dead creatures littering the arena floor and began to throw those at the creatures. Some dodged easily, others were hit. Logan noticed what she was doing, and came up with a quick plan.
"Jeanie!" he called out.
Jean looked to him.
"Hit him over there!" he yelled, signaling to a Warwolf that was approaching Sam. "Hit him hard!"
Jean lifted the largest dead creature that she could and threw it as hard as she could at the Warwolf. It hit it, pinning the creature underneath the other dead one. Logan bellowed and jumped on top of it, slicing its head off.
"Thanks." Sam said softly, looking a mess of the dead Warwolf.
"Welcome." Logan said, running off.
Bobby was so busy keeping one of the creatures at bay that he didn't see that one stalking him from behind. He heard it too late, and turned just as it cut a nasty gash in his leg. Bobby cried out and fell to the ground, clutching his thigh. The Warwolf reared above him, and as it came down on him, a bolt of electricity hit it. Bobby looked over and saw Ray advancing on it. He never quit hitting it, and as he advanced on the fallen creature, Ray seemed to increase the power of the electric beam. The Warwolf shrieked and shrieked as it cooked. Finally, it quit moving, and was still.
"These things suck." Ray said simply.
"They sure do!" Rogue said, entering the arena next to him with Longshot and Amara at her side.
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Xavier felt the pain, anger, and fear from his students and his teachers. He was frustrated. He wanted more than anything to help them, but he would be of no help to them in that battle. He had tried to reach the minds of the Warwolves, but they seemed to have no mind. Roberto felt much the same way. He had hoped for even a hint of sun, wanting more than anything to join the battle and fight beside his friends. Alas, there was no sun. No way of using his powers. He would be useless to them.
Both had their backs to the main entrance way, but they began to turn around when they heard it. Clank, clank, clank, clank. The sound of metal joints moving, almost spider-like. Xavier and Roberto turned laid their eyes upon a behemoth. He was huge, fat, and his skin was completely yellow. He wore no clothing. Hundreds and hundreds of wires came out of the back of his head, attached to machinery behind him. He moved via a platform with metal legs, which were indeed spider-like. His eyes were held open by machinery, and he had a gleeful smile on his face.
"Well, well, well." Mojo said. "You must be friends of Longshot."
"And who would you be?" Xavier thought, trying to reach into Mojo's mind.
"Uh-uh! I can feel you moving around in here." Mojo said, tapping his head. "And I'm sorry to say, you won't be able to find or do much."
Xavier tried again, but gave up. It wasn't that Mojo had any type of mental or psychic protection. He just had a mind completely alien, and seemingly invulnerable to Xavier's power.
"I suppose that your name is Mojo." Xavier said.
"You got that right, babe." Mojo said. "And I don't know who you are, but I know what you're here for. And I'm afraid that I can't let you do that."
"And just what am I here for, Mojo?" Xavier asked idly.
"Major Domo! What is he here for?" Mojo cried gleefully.
Xavier watched as a tall, thin man stepped out from behind Mojo.
"I believe that he is here to rescue the other outworlders." Major Domo said.
"What is your name, outworlder?" Mojo asked.
"Charles Xavier. You have my students, and I'm sorry to say, but I will have them back, and we will return to my world. I feel a great deal of pity for those who try to stop us."
Mojo's face fell into a deep frown. He wasn't used to being talked to this way. He was about to fly into a rage when he suddenly calmed down, and felt his humor rising. He began to laugh softly, then a little louder, and finally it became a mad cackle.
"You. . .you think that you'll find your way out of this?" Mojo cried out between his laughs. "You think that I'll let you, or any of them, go?"
Major Domo smiled evilly at Xavier as Mojo continued to cackle.
"Take them!" Mojo cried, and suddenly security drones showed up from behind him. Dozens of the large insects held Xavier in place, and pulled Roberto from behind Xavier. Xavier tried to grab hold of Roberto, but failed as he was held down. He did, however, manage to obtain the multidimensional travel device from Roberto and stow it in his chair, unseen. In a last ditch effort, Xavier reached out to Major Domo's mind. In but a second, Xavier learned all that he could about the structure of the arena. He learned about the sub-floors. Underneath the stadium were prison cells where contestants were held. Cafeterias, laundry rooms, boilers, gyms, scenic design shops, prop room, special effect machines. . .and. . .
Xavier smiled inwardly, but outwardly, he looked scared for Roberto.
"No! Leave him alone! He's sickly!" Xavier screamed.
"What do you mean?" Mojo asked, sneering.
"He cannot take direct sunlight, and he was exposed to it before we came to this world. He needs time to recuperate!" Xavier said, psychically telling Roberto to go along with the ruse. Roberto silently agreed, and fell to his knees, weighing down the drones who were holding him.
Mojo pulled away from what he thought was the sick boy, revolted. The last thing that Mojo wanted was to get whatever the boy had. Then an evil thought occurred to him, and he smiled his wicked smile at Roberto.
"So this man is your teacher, eh?" Mojo asked, still pulling away from Roberto.
Roberto coughed and hacked before answering, making Mojo back further away.
"Yes." He breathed.
"Well, I'm afraid that you'll have to suffer the consequences for his. . .his. . .uh. . ." Mojo said, trying to find the last word while snapping his fingers.
"Cheekiness, Sir?" Major Domo offered.
"Shut up!" Mojo screamed at him. "Yes, his cheekiness! No one talks to me the way that he did. I had planned to imprison you all and keep you as entertainment, but you're useless, and you'll pay the price for his words! Guards, take him to the artificial sun! Shine some light into his soul!"
Xavier's eyes widened in fake shock as Roberto was dragged away. When he was gone, he hung his head in defeat. Mojo slowly walked over to him, and lifted his head up with one long finger.
"Now. . .we'll go watch and see what your other students can do against my Warwolves. The winners will be my prisoners. The losers. . .well, they will rot with the rest of the dead things." Mojo whispered.
He snatched Xavier out of his chair and threw him to the drones. The drones caught him, and carried him behind Mojo. Xavier's floating chair was left behind.
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"Glad you three could make it to the party." Ray said happily.
Marie smiled wearily back, as did Amara. Longshot simply nodded his head.
"How many are left?" Sam asked, looking around.
"Three." Ray said.
Marie felt weak, but she didn't want to take anyone else's power. Therefore, she stayed close to Longshot, Amara, Ray, and Sam, hoping to stay out of trouble.
Across the arena, Logan was once again fighting a Warwolf. Kurt watched the fight from the ground, praying that Bobby could keep one of the other Warwolves from killing him and Kitty. Kitty watched Bobby battle with the Warwolf close to them, and saw the others rushing to aid both him and Evan. Logan was on his own. The teenagers knew he'd want it that way right now. Kitty looked out into the crowd, and was horrified to see Professor Xavier being dragged behind. . .what looked like a huge, fat, yellow thing.
"What is that?" Kitty asked aloud.
"That is Mojo." Longshot growled, joining the teens in the center of the arena. "He won't be happy about his Warwolves being killed off."
"Zat is Mojo? He's ze one who's done all of zis to us?" Kurt asked.
"Yes." Longshot said.
"He looks kinda like Jabba the Hutt." Jamie said, cocking his head at the vision.
Kitty looked around. Scott and Evan were fighting one Warwolf, each holding their own. Bobby and Ray had just dispatched of another Warwolf, Ray cooking it to a crisp. And Logan was by his lonesome, fighting the third. Standing in the center of the arena was Longshot, Ororo, Hank, Jean, Kurt, Rahne, Jamie, Amara, Marie, Sam, and herself. Looking back up at Mojo, she noted that the Professor did indeed seem to be alive, and Mojo was having him held there with him.
"The Professor is alive." Kitty said. "He's watching us."
Logan finished off his Warwolf with one clean swipe. Breathing hard, he rushed to greet the final Warwolf that Scott and Evan were fighting. Scott and Evan both pulled back, leaving the final creature to the wild man.
"He's being held there. I wonder what's going on." Scott said, meeting the rest of the group. Evan walked up behind him.
"Look at him." Jamie marveled. "He really does look like Jabba."
"Wait a minute." Amara said, her head turning back and forth. "Where's Roberto."
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Roberto was in an immense amount of pain. It wasn't very hard for him to act weak and sick when the drones threw him around and tossed him like a doll. He had hit his head on the walls and the floor several times. He was being dragged down a dark hallway, toward whatever it was that Mojo had called the "artificial sun." He didn't know what it was, but he really hoped that it was at least somewhat close to what the sun was in his world.
The drones finally reached the door that they were looking for, opened it, and threw him in. Roberto hit the ground hard. It was completely dark in the room, with no light. He stood up and felt along the walls. He figured that the wall was what he was feeling, anyhow. It was rough, hard, and cold. He slid his hands along it, and felt no change whatsoever. And then, suddenly, his hands felt something different. Hard, smooth, and somewhat cold. It felt like glass.
"Is it a window?" Roberto thought.
A sound of clicking filled the room. Something was moving. He turned around, ready to die. And then the room was filled with a light so intense that it hurt his eyes. Behind him, in another room, the drones watched from the security of the tinted window that Roberto had been wondering about. Their eyes registered the boy for a moment before he was consumed by the heat and the light. They even saw his body covered with flames for a short moment before he disappeared. Content with his death, the drones turned off the artificial sun. The room outside the window went dark again, and they turned to exit the control room. They were about to leave when they heard a knocking on the window. They turned and saw Roberto, covered in flame, his body black as night.
"Hiya, fellas." Roberto muttered and cocked his head before hitting the wall and window so hard that they were completely destroyed.
Roberto flew out of the room like a rocket, destroying anything and everything within his path.
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Mojo looked out over the arena, enraged. His Warwolves, his special creations, were lying dead on the ground. The wild man with the claws had finally finished off the last one. Mojo's eyes went wide when it happened. He couldn't believe it. No one had ever killed one of his Warwolves. And these. . .children and a couple of adults had destroyed ten. In almost no time at all. Mojo balled his right hand into a fist and brought it down on the servant serving him a drink. He broke this individuals neck, and the servant died immediately. Mojo groaned.
"Get rid of that." Mojo said, pointing to the fallen servant. His drones immediately carried it away.
"You see what I mean, Mojo. We will not be held. We will not be contained. We will not be imprisoned. If you do not release us, I fear that you will have a fight on your hands that is beyond your imagination." Xavier said.
"I don't know, Teacher. I can imagine a whole hell of a lot." Mojo growled. "I can imagine your putrid body decaying under my girth!"
"Even without me, my students will continue to fight. They would not even know how to give up to you. And I'm afraid that will be your downfall." Xavier said.
Mojo backhanded him hard. Xavier fell out of the chair the drones had placed him in and onto the ground.
"Shut up, baldy!" Mojo screamed. "Major Domo!"
"Yes, Sir?" Major asked.
"Finish them off. I don't even want to look at them anymore! Call in everything we have! Every monster that lives in the bowels of this building! I want them all out there! I want them to kill, maim, rip, tear, eat, and destroy those outworlders!" Mojo screamed, and then grabbed Xavier's face. "And you're going to watch!"
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Okay, so I kinda stole two lines from other sources. The line with Xavier talking about pitying Mojo was kinda changed, but stolen from the movie "X- Men." And the "Hiya, fellas" that Roberto said was stolen from "The Matrix Reloaded." I didn't even do that consciously. I found them when I proofread the chapter. So anyhow, there's probably one more chapter left, OR. . .I may write two more chapters, with a lot of sappy, relationshippy stuff in the last chapter. Hm. I don't know.
Later.
