A/N Sorry this took so long, big fight scenes don't come easy for me, and I'm not used to writing with such a big cast.
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Chapter 3: Fire and Ice
Chaos had broken out all around him; he couldn't believe that he had just watched his home, well not his home anymore but where he had grown up for half of his life burst into flames, "Don't worry Drake," he heard the words from John's mouth, "I'll clear up your little family matters in a sec."
Bobby's blood boiled, he couldn't stand it, not anymore, and while Bobby hardly registered the change, Pyro and the Drake family gasped in shocked awe as Bobby, fists clenched, began to turn into solid ice. His entire body, clothes, hair, even the sunglasses he wore were freezing into a sleek smooth ice. "Don't you dare touch them!" Iceman's fists shot forward and blasted what can only be described as pure cold energy, not the snowy mist Bobby produced but pure flowing ice. The blast hit Pyro square in the chest knocking the wind out of him and he was sure he felt a rib crack; his pain only multiplied with shock when Iceman manipulated the ice flow to send Pyro spinning into the air. "Jesus!" Pyro cussed as he twisted his bodyweight to turn himself around in the air, blasting a column of fire into the rising ice tower. Using his mutant ability to manipulate the flames, John made rings of fire encircle his waist and legs, keeping him aloft, while sending the rest of the fire careening towards his former friend.
Bobby never even flinched, his right arm shooting a column of ice to disperse the forthcoming fire while his left hand swept wide with a wave of frost to snuff out any surprise ammunition John could pull from the wreckage of the Drake home, "You'll have to do better then that Allerdyce!" his hands pointed to the ground and Bobby began to move into the air, "surfing" on a wave of ice.
Pyro smirked, willing the rings of fire to fly away so he plummeted through the air, the rings following and wrapping back around him so that he was inverted in the air about halfway down Iceman's latest toward, "Trust me Drake," his hands spun, forming his armband flamethrowers' newest spew of fire into a whirling buzz saw that he sent straight for the base of the ice plinth, "You haven't seen anything yet!"
Bobby fell, the ice crumbling beneath him; he was caught off balance and couldn't recover. He smacked into the ground with a sickening thud, rolling over onto his knees he coughed and blood dripped from his lip. He heard Pyro touch back down to the ground softly, heard the firm footsteps move closer to him and felt the hard kick to his gut that sent him sideways into the fetal position. "What can I say Bobby, it's been fun and you've been a real friend, but all good things must come to an end…" The flamethrower shot forward, and John manipulated to form three claws of flame, mimicking Wolverine's, a sadistic grin crossing his face. It was time for the kill.
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General Cunningham sat in the darkness of his office, the only light coming from the daytime cityscape that peered in through the bay windows, his computer screen and the lit cigar held firmly between his lips. His computer blipped and a new window opened displaying algorithms of the man communicating with him, "General, sir, you wanted me to alert you to any mutant activity?"
The General leaned forward, stroking his white goatee, "Yes, go on."
"Well sir, we have two simultaneous extreme level incidences, they appear to be battles."
"Where?"
"One is in Massachusetts, the other in Westchester New York."
"I see, launch Sentinel squad Alpha to Westchester and Beta to Massachusetts, understood?" he leaned back, watching the screen
The Algorithms spiked, "But sir, I was under the impression that the President had cancelled the Sentinel project."
Cunningham's teeth grinded together, how dare this little worm, "The President has seen things my way, now follow my orders. Or get a new job."
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The Wolverine and Sabertooth collided in a whirlwind of claw, flesh and fury! Wolverine felt Sabertooth's claws rake across his back and then the weird feeling of the flesh closing in on itself. He heard the hangar doors of the basketball court creaking open and the Blackbird lifting up as he stabbed his fist into Sabertooth's gut, "So tell me Bub, just what is your problem with me?"
The Blackbird was in the open air and Quicksilver sped past Wolverine and Sabertooth, actually running up the air currents to lunge for the jet. His plans were interrupted in a cloud of smoke and brimstone as Nightcrawler literally jumped out of nowhere and double kicked the white haired mutant in the gut then as he ported back into the jet Quicksilver was sure he heard "Was that fast enough for you" and then he connected solidly with the ground.
"You don't remember… do you?!" Sabertooth growled as he pulled himself up and his wounds closed over, stalking towards Wolverine, "You little whelp! How dare you just forget! How dare you cast me aside so easily!?!"
Wolverine took a couple of steps back, claws at the ready, "Sheesh, did I dump you or something, I mean I don't normally go for blondes…"
Sabertooth let a feral growl and charged Wolverine, who sprung into the air, flipping over as he felt the familiar probe of Professor Xavier in his head, Logan, could you finish this some other time?
Uhh, that seems to be easier said then done Chuck, any reason why!?
Yes actually, we seem to have a problem, look up.
Wolverine looked up, and there looming above him, flying through the air towards them and the Blackbird were two gargantuan humanoid robots,
"Mutants, this unit is under strict order from Sentinel command to take you in detainment, by force if necessary, do you comply or resist?"
Wolverine and Sabertooth both looked to each other, knowing now was not the time to settle this, "Resist!" Logan shouted.
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Pyro stood towering over Bobby, a grim smirk across his lips. It was an interesting site, seeing this Iceman, made all of blue and white, drip red from the mouth. Part of him felt sorry. Not Pyro, the Pyro had become one of the bad guys, heartless, a regular killer. But whatever part of him that was still John Allerdyce felt sorry. Not for the Iceman, the Iceman was his enemy, and idealistic fool. But the part that was John Allerdyce did feel sorry for whatever was left of Bobby Drake. The two were friends, as close to each other as brothers and they had always been there for each other. John remembered once when they were kids, around twelve years old, he had convinced Bobby to climb the outside of the mansion with him. They made it to the top, started playing with the weathervane when a shingle that John was standing on cracked off. He lost his footing and fell all the way down, landing luckily in one of the Hedges. Bobby had gotten down and ran straight for John, using his powers to compact snow on John's wounds and helped the injured boy straight to Professor X and told him everything. Bobby had never cared about the repercussions, of whether or not Xavier would punish him. All he had cared about was helping John. And now, look at them. They were locked in combat, a fight that looked like it was going to be to the death. No, he thought, It wasn't going to end with a stab in the back. This was going to end face to face, the way it had to.
Bobby felt John grab him under the arm and hoist him to his feet. The two locked eyes, and while Bobby's were of translucent ice, they still conveyed emotion. His sunglasses had been knocked to the side when he hit the ground and now the two mutants locked stares. Bobby knew, somehow, that he wasn't looking at the Pyro, he was looking at John. And he knew that no matter how he tried, how high he built the walls around his heart. That it wasn't the Iceman staring back at John, it was Bobby Drake.
John broke the silence, his expression showing that this was no longer a game. "Bobby, we need to talk."
"Why should I talk to you, Pyro?'
"Because, there was a time that you used to call me John."
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Cyclops had his foot to the floor, racing along the back roads trying to get to Bobby. The car's uplink to Cerebro had picked up the fight between Bobby and John, but was reading off the chart. Scott had never seen either of them dish out this much juice, and it worried him. They were in a suburban area. "Hurry Cyke," the worry in Rogue's voice was all too apparent. The two were close, there was no denying that, but ever since Alkalai, Bobby had changed, gotten darker, more cynical, starting to live up to the name of Iceman, even with Rogue. And it wasn't hard to figure out the Bobby would have some emotional issues if he came face to face with John on the battlefield. Scott silently cursed himself, he should have been there for the kid, tried to talk to him or something. But he'd been too wrapped up in his own grief about Jean. No time to think of that, he thought. He could see the Drake's house, more importantly, he could see the waves of fire and ice. "Well, isn't this just grand. Get ready."
"Always," Came Rogue's determined reply, and Scott truly felt sorry for her. For the two years she'd spent at the mansion, her two closest friends had been Bobby and John, and here she was, seeing them in a life or death fight.
Then a flick in Cyclops peripheral vision and what he thought was a playing card land in the road in front of the car. Cyclops felt a twitch in the back of his mind, an innate sense, not from being a mutant but a leader, that just screamed danger. Too late, the card exploded and sent the Tiburon's front end into the air, rolling over and smashing into a tree. Scott felt blood rushing to his head, he was upside down. Speaking of blood, he was sure he felt some leaking out from his visor. He lolled his head to the side, seeing Rogue unconscious, he considered asking if she had been ready for that, but blacked out before his mouth could make more then a slurred mumble.
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"Go Storm!" Proffesor Xavier's voice was forceful and commanding, his eyes alert as his wheelchair slid into the slotted clamps at the front of the jet.
Ororo was seated at the Blackbird's helm, maneuvering between the remaining behemoths and a whirlwind of her own creation. "But what about Logan?!"
"I am afraid, that Logan is on his own for now. There is nothing we can do." His hands raced across the instrument panels. "And if you don't fly this plane, soon there will be no hope for us."
Storm made no further argument, manipulating the controls so that the Jet continued to climb. Weaving through the lancing bolts of energy fired by the Sentinels, trying not to get even skimmed. "Kurt, take the controls."
"Eh??" Nightcrawler sounded a little more than worried. He had only recently learned how to fly the blackbird, and only in simulation. But stoic as always, the devilish saint took the Blackbird's wheel without a word of complaint.
Ororo moved to the back of the plane, stopping at the hatchway. "Everyone is strapped in?" she quickly checked. While doing so, she clipped a harness to herself and placed her hand to a sensory pad. The hatch slid up, wind gusting into the cabin sending her hair flying all over. She could see the three Sentinels following; one had stayed behind to deal with Wolverine and Sabertooth. Her eyes began to milk over, as she focused on the Sentinel in the middle. A lightning bolt arched in and slammed into the Sentinel, sending it spiraling and a current rushing over its body, but not through it. "By the heavens," she muttered, closing her eyes completely, she focused in on the robot, feeling the blood coursing to her brain. She had never exerted herself like this, in her minds eye she saw the electric current forming into a ball, first the size of a basket ball, then a kitchen table. Storm never noticed or felt herself collapse to her knees, still holding onto the guide rail. The electric ball kept getting bigger, the size of a Volkswagen bug, now a Honda civic, and SUV…. Finally it was big enough, a weather anomaly of a electric current, the size of a transport truck. And with all the power she could give the lightning came down from the sky and ripped through the Sentinel like one of Wolverine's claws through a sardine can, literally cleaving the behemoth in two. Before the lightning bolt made it half way through the machine, Storm went out cold, slamming to the floor and sliding out the hatchway.
This time it was Piotr to the rescue. He was out of his seat and transformed within seconds, pulling Storm back in by the cable she had attached herself to, and he quickly shut the hatch. Professor Xavier had to smile at the amount of team work and skill, even his students had displayed.
He was jerked from his thoughts as the Blackbird slammed to a halt in midair. The two remaining Sentinels could be seen, and instantly they ripped apart at the seams, falling to the unseen ground. The children passed whispered, fearful murmurs between themselves. All wondering the same suspicions Xavier himself had. And when the Blackbird began to float through the air, sideways no less, his fears were confirmed.
Magneto.
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They had been flying, if you could call it that, through the air for close to four hours. And the remainder of the X-men found themselves over the white mass that was antartica. Until suddenly they noticed some grass, and a palm tree, and a then passing over some mountains they saw what looked to be a veritable Jungle paradise in the middle of the Antarctic!
"Uhh… professor," Kitty spoke up from her seat pointing out the window, "Aren't those… dinosaurs?"
"Kitty that's imposib.." Xavier's words were caught in his throat as he glanced in the direction the girl had pointed, and was greeted with the sight of a herd of Brontosaurus.
"Charles," Nightcrawler spoke up, "I think we've arrived."
A cluster of Domes was in the center of the jungle, huge, with buildings and people moving inside them. They formed the dots to an upside pentagon with a larger dome in the middle of it. The black bird descended into the closest, bottom dome and a hatch on it slid open to allow access. The plane was set down onto a paved landing pad with two mutants standing on either side of the walkway towards, and there, floating above the two with his hands outstretched, moving them as if he was placing the aircraft on a table, was the X-men's oldest foe. He wore a black jumpsuit with dark crimson gauntlets and boots, a black cape with the inside scarlet, and a helmet vaguely styled off of a roman design. Polished black metal with a red border around the space left for his face. Eric Magnus, Lensherr.
"Welcome Charles, welcome to sanctuary,"
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Next time: Warren Worthington lived in the lap of luxury, his parents loved him dearly and thus when Warren's mutant ability manifested in the form of two angelic wings, his family chose to keep Warren safe within their estate. Private schooled and cut off from society it was no way for a growing child to live, but at least it was life. All this came to a crashing halt at the activation of the Prime Sentinels and their Commander Nimrod. Now this new force has raided the Worthington home and Warren is taken into captivity, but it is here that he meets a man that may very well be his salvation, a man named Wolverine.
A/N: Got this chapter done finally and it took long enough. I just couldn't get a good flow to it, or at least I feel so. Figured I'd let you guys in on some teasers, the reason I'm introducing so many of the kids in more depth than that of the movies is I plan on forming a new team. Who will be on this team you may wonder? The truth is I'm not sure yet, I have certain plans but the roster isn't finalized. I can tell you that Bobby will be on it, probably Kurt. I have others that are currently on the top of the list, but I'd like to know what you guys think, reader input is one of the biggest factors when I write.
Also, I'm thinking about writing a Spider-man story, not sure if I want a movie verse or an AU. It kinda depends on what type of Green Goblin I want to use, and if I want Peter in High school. Thoughts on this?
Anyways, the next chapter will be out soon, hopefully sooner than this one was.