X-Men, meet me in the War Room immediately! came the telepathic voice of Charles Xavier.
The guy got us out of bed at three a.m. Good professor my ass. We were all still wearing our p.j.s, mostly sports jerseys and stuff like that for the guys, and cute pajama stuff for the girls. Especially what Kitty, Rogue, and Ororo had on. Mmm! Whoops, I'm sidetracking.
"We have been doing extensive research, and learned something about our former X-Man, Spyke," The professor said.
Murmurs of awe went through the crowd of students.
"That said, we have contemplated that with Evan's advancing of his powers, this may be a very different strand of the Virus. It is much slower. See, Evan's powers began spiraling out of control, a sign of the virus. But we believe it also caused him to go through a higher evolution. This evolution and new strand of the Virus may have caused him to go undetected. We have decided to bring him in for extensive research. The reason that we called you down is that we need somebody to go and gather Evan. By force, if necessary. We need to find out if he has the Virus, and if he does, if it is more vicious or not. So who's going?" Hank said.
Ororo raised her hand immediately.
"No, Storm. You are too attached to the boy and won't use the necessary force to bring him in," Charles told her.
"I swear by the Goddess that I will cooperate to the fullest extent."
"Well...."
"Let her go, Charles. And while we're at it, I'm going, too," Logan said.
I thought it over and decided to go with my newfound friend.
"I will go as well."
I looked over to see Piotr raising his hand.
"Don't forget me."
Kurt.
What the hell, I thought to myself.
"Me, too, mes amis."
"Very well. Though.... I am not too sure about Kurt going. We're leaving ASAP, and tomorrow is a school day."
"Please, Herr Hank? Let me go wiss zem!"
"Fine... "
"We must leave within a period of two hours. Archangel is coming as well, but keep him under control. He does have a grudge against the Morlocks, especially Callisto," Xavier warned us.
We nodded.
An hour later, Archangel came knocking. Jesus, he scared me. Especially that skin. Because this was skin and not fur, you know?
His wings were retracted. For now. He looked at our "task force".
"Let's go," he said.
We went down to the sewers. It was chilly down here. We weren't wearing our Moira uniforms so that we could stay stealthy. I zipped up the front of my black trench.
The Morlocks didn't know of my alliance with the X-Men, so I kept to the shadows. I watched Storm shudder with fear and not cold. I knew she didn't like enclosed spaces.
"Not even enough room to fly in here..." she said, mainly to herself.
Three large shapes loomed in front of us. All of a sudden, a subway train rocketed by, and the tunnel was full of Morlocks. I heard two very distinct noises nearby: a clunking of metal, and a sharp "snikt". I pulled out my Bo staff, preparing for the worst. The metallic whirring of the staff extending eased my nerves.
"We need Evan."
The words were un-minced and curt. Wolverine.
"Can't do it," was a one-eyed woman's reply.
"Get Evan out here, now, Callisto!" Archangel demanded.
"So, Warren. Not one of the pretty people of the overworld, eh? How'd you get like that?" the woman now identified as Callisto asked, tracing a finger along Archangel's cheek.
His wings jumped from their former relaxed and retracted state. He was pissed. Very intimidating.
"Enough, Callisto."
"Shut up, Ororo. Anyway, was it Apocalypse that changed you? I know it was. He took one of our own as one of his new Horsemen," Callisto said.
"Apocalypse? Apocalypse?! I'll follow him to the ends of the earth until he breaths blood and rolls over, split--broken--FINISHED! Do not mention that name in my presence! Now. Get. Evan. Out. NOW!" Archangel yelled.
The three Morlocks from before resurfaced.
"This is Sunder."
The largest banged a fist into his palm.
"We're going to play my favorite game. It's called Thud."
The guy got us out of bed at three a.m. Good professor my ass. We were all still wearing our p.j.s, mostly sports jerseys and stuff like that for the guys, and cute pajama stuff for the girls. Especially what Kitty, Rogue, and Ororo had on. Mmm! Whoops, I'm sidetracking.
"We have been doing extensive research, and learned something about our former X-Man, Spyke," The professor said.
Murmurs of awe went through the crowd of students.
"That said, we have contemplated that with Evan's advancing of his powers, this may be a very different strand of the Virus. It is much slower. See, Evan's powers began spiraling out of control, a sign of the virus. But we believe it also caused him to go through a higher evolution. This evolution and new strand of the Virus may have caused him to go undetected. We have decided to bring him in for extensive research. The reason that we called you down is that we need somebody to go and gather Evan. By force, if necessary. We need to find out if he has the Virus, and if he does, if it is more vicious or not. So who's going?" Hank said.
Ororo raised her hand immediately.
"No, Storm. You are too attached to the boy and won't use the necessary force to bring him in," Charles told her.
"I swear by the Goddess that I will cooperate to the fullest extent."
"Well...."
"Let her go, Charles. And while we're at it, I'm going, too," Logan said.
I thought it over and decided to go with my newfound friend.
"I will go as well."
I looked over to see Piotr raising his hand.
"Don't forget me."
Kurt.
What the hell, I thought to myself.
"Me, too, mes amis."
"Very well. Though.... I am not too sure about Kurt going. We're leaving ASAP, and tomorrow is a school day."
"Please, Herr Hank? Let me go wiss zem!"
"Fine... "
"We must leave within a period of two hours. Archangel is coming as well, but keep him under control. He does have a grudge against the Morlocks, especially Callisto," Xavier warned us.
We nodded.
An hour later, Archangel came knocking. Jesus, he scared me. Especially that skin. Because this was skin and not fur, you know?
His wings were retracted. For now. He looked at our "task force".
"Let's go," he said.
We went down to the sewers. It was chilly down here. We weren't wearing our Moira uniforms so that we could stay stealthy. I zipped up the front of my black trench.
The Morlocks didn't know of my alliance with the X-Men, so I kept to the shadows. I watched Storm shudder with fear and not cold. I knew she didn't like enclosed spaces.
"Not even enough room to fly in here..." she said, mainly to herself.
Three large shapes loomed in front of us. All of a sudden, a subway train rocketed by, and the tunnel was full of Morlocks. I heard two very distinct noises nearby: a clunking of metal, and a sharp "snikt". I pulled out my Bo staff, preparing for the worst. The metallic whirring of the staff extending eased my nerves.
"We need Evan."
The words were un-minced and curt. Wolverine.
"Can't do it," was a one-eyed woman's reply.
"Get Evan out here, now, Callisto!" Archangel demanded.
"So, Warren. Not one of the pretty people of the overworld, eh? How'd you get like that?" the woman now identified as Callisto asked, tracing a finger along Archangel's cheek.
His wings jumped from their former relaxed and retracted state. He was pissed. Very intimidating.
"Enough, Callisto."
"Shut up, Ororo. Anyway, was it Apocalypse that changed you? I know it was. He took one of our own as one of his new Horsemen," Callisto said.
"Apocalypse? Apocalypse?! I'll follow him to the ends of the earth until he breaths blood and rolls over, split--broken--FINISHED! Do not mention that name in my presence! Now. Get. Evan. Out. NOW!" Archangel yelled.
The three Morlocks from before resurfaced.
"This is Sunder."
The largest banged a fist into his palm.
"We're going to play my favorite game. It's called Thud."