He appeared suddenly out of nowhere, his dark cloak flapping around him as he stumbled to his knees on the paved jetpad at Worthington Manor. His breathing was ragged and he felt dizzy, but the feeling cleared up and he gazed around himself in confusion and growing ire. A mechanic saw him and started forward, yelling.
"Hey you, you freak! What're you doing on Mr. Worthington's grounds? You had better..."
His words cut off with a shriek as the man raised a hand and casually blasted him with a green ray from his hand. The shadowy man eyed the remains with distaste and satisfaction. His mind turned over what the man had said and he turned to a nearby plane, a jet that bore the logo, "Warren's Revenge", and smiled a slow cruel smile. Gathering his cape around him he stalked up to the door and gestured. There was a whirring, clicking sound and the door opened, the stairs extending down. He strode up them and into the cabin as the door closed behind him. Casting his glance around with a scowl, he spotted a computer and sat at it. he activated it with a glance and began to scan through the information he found.
There was a thumping at the door and he grimaced . He rose and went to the pilot deck, and examined the controls. Seating himself, he started the jet up with quick movements then lay back, closing his eyes. A glow formed around him and the whole ship began to glow as well. It rose and soared up into the sky, instruments operating efficiently as it reached cruising speed and height. he reached forward and click on the cruise control, then rose and returned to the computer, and once more began to scan the information as it passed his eyes.
* * *
Warren stared up at the jet as it flew away and glowered around. he didnt know what had happenned but obviously he would not be going to confront Apocalypse. With a grimace he turned around and went inside to begrudgingly call the X-Men. Maybe they would be planning something and have a place for him in it.
* * *
The man sat back in his chair and closed his eyes considering what he had learned. So much was different here than where he had come from, and yet so much the same. Obviously, he was in a version of the universe he was used to, but in the recent past, a twisted alternate place.
He stood and strode forth to the pilot deck again to stare out the window as his cloak changed shape and colors, shifting to a new form that looked off and slightly wrong. Very well, he was in a universe that was a twisted -- right handed version of his own. Therefore he would become an offhanded twisted danger here, he would take a hand as noone had and would cast a dark shadow over the land.
He would no longer be Nathan Essex.
From now on, He would be Sinister.
"Hey you, you freak! What're you doing on Mr. Worthington's grounds? You had better..."
His words cut off with a shriek as the man raised a hand and casually blasted him with a green ray from his hand. The shadowy man eyed the remains with distaste and satisfaction. His mind turned over what the man had said and he turned to a nearby plane, a jet that bore the logo, "Warren's Revenge", and smiled a slow cruel smile. Gathering his cape around him he stalked up to the door and gestured. There was a whirring, clicking sound and the door opened, the stairs extending down. He strode up them and into the cabin as the door closed behind him. Casting his glance around with a scowl, he spotted a computer and sat at it. he activated it with a glance and began to scan through the information he found.
There was a thumping at the door and he grimaced . He rose and went to the pilot deck, and examined the controls. Seating himself, he started the jet up with quick movements then lay back, closing his eyes. A glow formed around him and the whole ship began to glow as well. It rose and soared up into the sky, instruments operating efficiently as it reached cruising speed and height. he reached forward and click on the cruise control, then rose and returned to the computer, and once more began to scan the information as it passed his eyes.
* * *
Warren stared up at the jet as it flew away and glowered around. he didnt know what had happenned but obviously he would not be going to confront Apocalypse. With a grimace he turned around and went inside to begrudgingly call the X-Men. Maybe they would be planning something and have a place for him in it.
* * *
The man sat back in his chair and closed his eyes considering what he had learned. So much was different here than where he had come from, and yet so much the same. Obviously, he was in a version of the universe he was used to, but in the recent past, a twisted alternate place.
He stood and strode forth to the pilot deck again to stare out the window as his cloak changed shape and colors, shifting to a new form that looked off and slightly wrong. Very well, he was in a universe that was a twisted -- right handed version of his own. Therefore he would become an offhanded twisted danger here, he would take a hand as noone had and would cast a dark shadow over the land.
He would no longer be Nathan Essex.
From now on, He would be Sinister.