"Get DR outta here, Flames!" yelled Killer, fangs glinting in the
moonlight. Flames looked up and, seeing the look on the younger girls face,
picked up Death Ray and ran into an alleyway. As the metallic objects
hovered around her, Killer looked up at the man hovering above the ground.
"Whadda ya want, man?"
The reply came low and hard. "You. All three of you. You know the humans will never accept you, you barely accept yourselves. Together, we can make them suffer!" Killer looked into the helmet and into the glowing yellow eyes. With a voice full of determination, she stated, "No. We don't do that. It ain't our style."
"Then you shall be the ones that suffer. Pity, I need able bodies like your three's." was all he said before throwing a post to wrap around the girl. "Not so fast, Magneto!" Cyclops yelled while blasting the older man. "It would seem I've been interrupted. No matter. We shall continue this later." Magneto then hovered into one of his metal orbs and sped off.
"I coulda took him, if you hadn't showed up." Killer stated as she walked to her fallen comrade and friend. "Flamethrower, how bad is it?" The man looked up and said shakily, "She'll live. I hope.. The mailbox didn't agree with her." Killer grunted in response and proceeded to assess the situation.
After a brief yet uncomfortable silence, Professor Xavier spoke. "We could help you, if you'd like." Killer gave a cold chuckle and turned to face the paraplegic man. "At what price? Servitude, diamonds, or our lives?" This was spoken with an acidic tone that made the Xmen shiver. "We aren't like that. We believe in a new start, no matter what the old ending was." Flamethrower looked up. "Killer, she's hurt bad. We need help. Maybe these people might be different." Killer looked at Xavier, then nodded.
"Flames, go into whatever they came in. I'll bring DR." she said with a tone of leader-like finality, while picking up the injured member. Cyclops led the man to the Blackbird, Flamethrower occasionally looking to make sure his teammates were still behind him. Upon entering the Blackbird, Flamethrower took off his shirt and helped Killer set Death Ray down. They bandaged their fallen comrade in silence until Scott asked in a protocol voice why Magneto had been fighting them.
Flamethrower shrugged. "All I know is, we came outta the grocery store to have our friend hit with a mailbox." "Oh. By the way, I'm Scott Summers a.k.a. Cyclops." "Kurt, or Nightcrawler." "Kitty Pryde, alias Shadowcat. The girl next to me is Rogue, she's kinda quiet." "I'm Jean Grey." "I am Professor Charles Xavier. What are your names, might I inquire?"
The two conscious people in the back looked at each other and mouthed "Inquire?" The Professor looked back at the two conferring, the telepathically said, "I mean, may I ask what your names are?"
"Oh, I'm Matt, better known as Flamethrower. This is Mac, or Killer, and the one on the floor here is Cap, or Death Ray. We're the Aal's." Flamethrower said, trying to match the enthusiasm in the voices of the others at meeting new people while bandaging one of the only people he had.
"Aal? That's an interesting last name. Where's it from?" Kurt asked, obviously interested. Killer spoke quickly, quietly, and gruffly. "The underbelly of the Big Apple." Flamethrower looked at her and whispered, "Come on, be nice. They're gonna help us, K. If you were them, would you help people like us?" Killer looked at him and mumbled a vague "Sorry." In Kurt's direction. "That's ok. I was just curious. Is that true?" It was sadly that Killer and Flamethrower nodded in unison.
The reply came low and hard. "You. All three of you. You know the humans will never accept you, you barely accept yourselves. Together, we can make them suffer!" Killer looked into the helmet and into the glowing yellow eyes. With a voice full of determination, she stated, "No. We don't do that. It ain't our style."
"Then you shall be the ones that suffer. Pity, I need able bodies like your three's." was all he said before throwing a post to wrap around the girl. "Not so fast, Magneto!" Cyclops yelled while blasting the older man. "It would seem I've been interrupted. No matter. We shall continue this later." Magneto then hovered into one of his metal orbs and sped off.
"I coulda took him, if you hadn't showed up." Killer stated as she walked to her fallen comrade and friend. "Flamethrower, how bad is it?" The man looked up and said shakily, "She'll live. I hope.. The mailbox didn't agree with her." Killer grunted in response and proceeded to assess the situation.
After a brief yet uncomfortable silence, Professor Xavier spoke. "We could help you, if you'd like." Killer gave a cold chuckle and turned to face the paraplegic man. "At what price? Servitude, diamonds, or our lives?" This was spoken with an acidic tone that made the Xmen shiver. "We aren't like that. We believe in a new start, no matter what the old ending was." Flamethrower looked up. "Killer, she's hurt bad. We need help. Maybe these people might be different." Killer looked at Xavier, then nodded.
"Flames, go into whatever they came in. I'll bring DR." she said with a tone of leader-like finality, while picking up the injured member. Cyclops led the man to the Blackbird, Flamethrower occasionally looking to make sure his teammates were still behind him. Upon entering the Blackbird, Flamethrower took off his shirt and helped Killer set Death Ray down. They bandaged their fallen comrade in silence until Scott asked in a protocol voice why Magneto had been fighting them.
Flamethrower shrugged. "All I know is, we came outta the grocery store to have our friend hit with a mailbox." "Oh. By the way, I'm Scott Summers a.k.a. Cyclops." "Kurt, or Nightcrawler." "Kitty Pryde, alias Shadowcat. The girl next to me is Rogue, she's kinda quiet." "I'm Jean Grey." "I am Professor Charles Xavier. What are your names, might I inquire?"
The two conscious people in the back looked at each other and mouthed "Inquire?" The Professor looked back at the two conferring, the telepathically said, "I mean, may I ask what your names are?"
"Oh, I'm Matt, better known as Flamethrower. This is Mac, or Killer, and the one on the floor here is Cap, or Death Ray. We're the Aal's." Flamethrower said, trying to match the enthusiasm in the voices of the others at meeting new people while bandaging one of the only people he had.
"Aal? That's an interesting last name. Where's it from?" Kurt asked, obviously interested. Killer spoke quickly, quietly, and gruffly. "The underbelly of the Big Apple." Flamethrower looked at her and whispered, "Come on, be nice. They're gonna help us, K. If you were them, would you help people like us?" Killer looked at him and mumbled a vague "Sorry." In Kurt's direction. "That's ok. I was just curious. Is that true?" It was sadly that Killer and Flamethrower nodded in unison.