An orange dome began to surround my body. The field spread outward, snathing up every inorganic thing possible. Julien, the rest of the Guild, and Logan all stood there, a dumbstruck look on their faces. I drew my arms back to my chest and the field died down about 15 feet. The Guild gave a sigh of relief. Then, I shot out my arms, screaming. The dome shot out forty feet all around, encasing many of Julien's men, charging their clothes and weapons.
I had already made a clear judgment, so I stopped the dome before it got too close to the mansion. It finally dawned on Wolverine that was going to be suicide. He grabbed me by the chest and flung me far, far away. The instant I was gone, the dome exploded. The mansion was hit hard with dozens of bodies, organs hanging out. At the last minute, knowing the nature of my "gifts", Julien hauled his ass away.
Wolverine threw me my discarded outer garments.
"Do you have a death wish?! No, wait, I don't want to know. Look, just come with me. There must still be about sixty waiting out front and two dozen in the mansion. I figured out what was with you and the Danger Room. We're gonna lure them in, right?" Wolverine asked me.
I nodded noiselessly.
"Good. Then let's go."
We both retreated to the mansion, making sure that the Guild followed us. I ran by the front, and made sure the brown tip of my coat could be seen, drawing them in. I drew my knife for protection.
Several Assassins jumped in front of us while we cut through the kitchen. The "snikt" of Wolverine's claws did little to scare them. I extended my staff into one's face, swung the end of it around and caught two more, while Wolverine gutted the others.
Logan cocked his head in the direction of the driveway.
"Shit....We don't have much time. The crew's only half a mile away. We gotta hurry."
We finally made it to the danger room, and the Assassins were waiting. Wolverine made it up to the spire and turned it on to my setting.
"Julien, you got a lotta balls coming here. This place is set for a lethal attack on fifteen Alpha-class mutants. You couldn't even last on level one, Julie. This is the end. This is it. Goodbye," I said, waving.
I brought out my Bo staff in one hand, and a deck of cards in my breast pocket. I smiled. A metal tentacle with twenty-foot claws slammed down between us. A laser shot down twelve assassins. That's right. One beam. To my surprise, Julien was holding his own with the tentacle. For a couple of minutes.
"Need an Ace of Clubs, monsieur?" I asked him, like I did once with Angel.
The charged Ace flew into the claws that held him fast.
"NOOO!"
The explosion blew the metal to hell. Julien lay there, unconscious.
I left him behind and drew six knives, one in between each two fingers, charged them, and threw them at the Guild Lackeys. There were only forty left, now. Jesus. "Just forty". I know how to stay upbeat, non?
"Crank it up, Logan!"
Steel orbs flew from the walls, and when the men thought that they had ducked beneath them, spikes shot out, ripping all of their backs. The stainless steel-adamantium of the room seemed rusted by all of the blood pools.
One idiot tried rushing me with an old-school European sword that must've weighed fifty-gajillion pounds. I caught it in my hand as he swung, charged the blade, and kicked him in the stomach, sending him away.
"It's just me and you, Bordrouex. What do you say we have a little prison party? I know it's been a while since you've been," I told him for the sole purpose of riling him up. I'm not gay. Believe me, you'd know if I was gay.
"Shut up LeBeau!"
(this next part was actually said to Sabretooth in the comix, but we can forgive such an author as myself, non?)
I whipped out my staff.
"Every part of the man I used to be says I should push my Bo staff through your thick skull. But the problem with that is that it would be exactly what you want! Bes way to beat you down, Bordruex, ain't to beat you up. I worked too hard, care too much about being here, learning how to love for real, and being an X-Man to let a loser like you take it away from me. So, I know the best way to win the fight against you and your brood is for me and Rogue to be happy to each other."
Julien spit on my boots. I grabbed his collar and pulled his face to mine.
(this part was from the old cartoon)
"I told this to your sister: I'm not a Thief, or an Assassin. I'm an X-Man, and I'm never coming back."
I threw him across the room, to the door.
"I'll be back, Rem."
"GET OUT!"
The Ace of Spades fluttered near his ear, and he got the hell out of dodge. Then Xavier, Jean and Scott, and Hank strolled in. Scott carried what looked to be... a female body.
"We found her in the craterous war zone that I used to call my backyard. She was calling for you, Remy. Care to explain?"
I took her from Scott.
"Not now, Hank."
I stroked the girl's cheek.
"You only used to do that when you were worried about me, chere. What's wrong, Remy Etienne?" she asked me.
"Could you guys leave us a moment?!" I asked.
They nodded. I took her hand.
"Nothing, Belle. Ain't nothing wrong, chere. and soon it'll be all over."
She wrapped her arms around my neck lovingly.
"Love ya, chere."
"I love you, too, mon petit belle femme amour," I told her.
Belladonna pulled my face closer for a goodbye kiss. I followed suit, and when I felt her lips go cold, I pulled away and passed my hand over her glazed-over eyes, closing them.
"How could you?" Rogue asked from the doorway.
I had already made a clear judgment, so I stopped the dome before it got too close to the mansion. It finally dawned on Wolverine that was going to be suicide. He grabbed me by the chest and flung me far, far away. The instant I was gone, the dome exploded. The mansion was hit hard with dozens of bodies, organs hanging out. At the last minute, knowing the nature of my "gifts", Julien hauled his ass away.
Wolverine threw me my discarded outer garments.
"Do you have a death wish?! No, wait, I don't want to know. Look, just come with me. There must still be about sixty waiting out front and two dozen in the mansion. I figured out what was with you and the Danger Room. We're gonna lure them in, right?" Wolverine asked me.
I nodded noiselessly.
"Good. Then let's go."
We both retreated to the mansion, making sure that the Guild followed us. I ran by the front, and made sure the brown tip of my coat could be seen, drawing them in. I drew my knife for protection.
Several Assassins jumped in front of us while we cut through the kitchen. The "snikt" of Wolverine's claws did little to scare them. I extended my staff into one's face, swung the end of it around and caught two more, while Wolverine gutted the others.
Logan cocked his head in the direction of the driveway.
"Shit....We don't have much time. The crew's only half a mile away. We gotta hurry."
We finally made it to the danger room, and the Assassins were waiting. Wolverine made it up to the spire and turned it on to my setting.
"Julien, you got a lotta balls coming here. This place is set for a lethal attack on fifteen Alpha-class mutants. You couldn't even last on level one, Julie. This is the end. This is it. Goodbye," I said, waving.
I brought out my Bo staff in one hand, and a deck of cards in my breast pocket. I smiled. A metal tentacle with twenty-foot claws slammed down between us. A laser shot down twelve assassins. That's right. One beam. To my surprise, Julien was holding his own with the tentacle. For a couple of minutes.
"Need an Ace of Clubs, monsieur?" I asked him, like I did once with Angel.
The charged Ace flew into the claws that held him fast.
"NOOO!"
The explosion blew the metal to hell. Julien lay there, unconscious.
I left him behind and drew six knives, one in between each two fingers, charged them, and threw them at the Guild Lackeys. There were only forty left, now. Jesus. "Just forty". I know how to stay upbeat, non?
"Crank it up, Logan!"
Steel orbs flew from the walls, and when the men thought that they had ducked beneath them, spikes shot out, ripping all of their backs. The stainless steel-adamantium of the room seemed rusted by all of the blood pools.
One idiot tried rushing me with an old-school European sword that must've weighed fifty-gajillion pounds. I caught it in my hand as he swung, charged the blade, and kicked him in the stomach, sending him away.
"It's just me and you, Bordrouex. What do you say we have a little prison party? I know it's been a while since you've been," I told him for the sole purpose of riling him up. I'm not gay. Believe me, you'd know if I was gay.
"Shut up LeBeau!"
(this next part was actually said to Sabretooth in the comix, but we can forgive such an author as myself, non?)
I whipped out my staff.
"Every part of the man I used to be says I should push my Bo staff through your thick skull. But the problem with that is that it would be exactly what you want! Bes way to beat you down, Bordruex, ain't to beat you up. I worked too hard, care too much about being here, learning how to love for real, and being an X-Man to let a loser like you take it away from me. So, I know the best way to win the fight against you and your brood is for me and Rogue to be happy to each other."
Julien spit on my boots. I grabbed his collar and pulled his face to mine.
(this part was from the old cartoon)
"I told this to your sister: I'm not a Thief, or an Assassin. I'm an X-Man, and I'm never coming back."
I threw him across the room, to the door.
"I'll be back, Rem."
"GET OUT!"
The Ace of Spades fluttered near his ear, and he got the hell out of dodge. Then Xavier, Jean and Scott, and Hank strolled in. Scott carried what looked to be... a female body.
"We found her in the craterous war zone that I used to call my backyard. She was calling for you, Remy. Care to explain?"
I took her from Scott.
"Not now, Hank."
I stroked the girl's cheek.
"You only used to do that when you were worried about me, chere. What's wrong, Remy Etienne?" she asked me.
"Could you guys leave us a moment?!" I asked.
They nodded. I took her hand.
"Nothing, Belle. Ain't nothing wrong, chere. and soon it'll be all over."
She wrapped her arms around my neck lovingly.
"Love ya, chere."
"I love you, too, mon petit belle femme amour," I told her.
Belladonna pulled my face closer for a goodbye kiss. I followed suit, and when I felt her lips go cold, I pulled away and passed my hand over her glazed-over eyes, closing them.
"How could you?" Rogue asked from the doorway.