Agent-G: I think you might like what is about to unfold. And as for cosmic
screw-up: you're talking to one. I spent the entire afternoon looking for
my keys to find them in the pockets of the jeans that just came out of the
laundry. If that ain't a screw up, and the worst part is: this happens ALL
the time *ducks head*
A/N: I'm a little dry on inspiration, I'm afraid...
Fighting Destiny – Second rift
It was several days after the first rift, it had been all over the news, and, surprise surprise, they had managed to blame mutants for everything, again.
A second rift had formed, and this time, it wasn't a small one. Even Emily was worried about this, saying she didn't understand it, that rifts didn't work like this. And is Emily was worried, Marianne knew that they had all the reason to panick, so she didn't tell them about that part, well, that this was serious, but not about Emily's worries.
They were all in on it, this time, well, not Hank and Xavier, Hank because he was a bit obvious and Xavier because, well, telepathic powers wouldn't help them much. The ones who could put energy in the rift were supposed to provide protection for the other group.
"We can expect 'ghosts' 'negatives'," Marianne began to inform them, "Ghosts are faint images of those who live in other dimensions, since they are not really here, they'll be like illusions, only these people exist in other dimensions, they are not make-believe like my kind of illusions. Negatives are like these 'ghosts' only of inanimate objects in which, or with which, much has been done. Be it good or bad, only when they appear in or dimension, they will be dead. Don't let them fool you."
"How do we destinguish ghosts from real people?" Amara questioned.
"Normally, real people aren't as transparent as ghosts. Remember the ghost I once summoned at school, when you found out I was a mutant? Keep that in mind, only add a little colour to it. We shouldn't have to worry about bystanders, the government has evacuated the vacinity and they're still trying to figure out what to do. All we have to worry about is making sure we don't get killed," Marianne smiled at the younger girl, trying to be reassuringly, but feeling terribly insecure herself.
It was in the middle of the day, and this time, the rift had decided to show up in California, not good. Not good at all. A lot of people had been reported missing already, and they could only hope that they would get in time to make sure no one else disappeared.
'Emily, just a question. How many times has this happened?' Marianne asked the entity in her head with curiosity.
'Just two times, since the beginning of the Splitting,' Emily commented.
'And just how many times was the dimension concerned NOT destroyed?' Marianne was starting to get edgy.
'This would be the first time,' the entity commented.
'This first time! O man, we're screwed, we're done for, we are dead!' Marianne barely managed to keep an impassive face.
'Hey, always look on the bright side, right?' Emily tried to cheer her up.
'Usually, the side opposit to the bright side isn't the one in which your dimension is ripped apart,' Marianne cut of the connection and looked around: "Well, are we ready?"
"If Remy say 'non', we still go, oui?" Remy asked with a wry grin on his face, while fiddling with his cards.
"You betcha," Sarah tried to be cheerful, but failing miserably.
"Den Remy ready."
They got up at that, ready to leave the jet, going into the 'warzone'. And that it was, only, this time, the war wasn't caused or fought out by mankind, this time, it was caused by what could be the distruction of their dimension.
"O mah God," Rogue gasped as she saw the distruction of what once had been a small town, it was devestated.
As Marianne had predicted, the 'ghosts' were there. They seemed like humans, only completely devoid of life, there were also buildings, looking as if they came straight from an undeveloped photo. The real buildings were in shambles as energy flashed through the empty streets, taking more and more chunks out of 'reality'.
"This, my friends, is what will happen to the world, if we don't stop it, just before it's destroyed," Marianne announced while fighting the urge to run and hide somewhere FAR away.
"Okay, Wolverine, Tank, Nightcrawler, Shadowcat, you three go and look if there are any humans still here who need help," Scott decided.
"Marianne, Rahne, Bobby, Jean and I will set up an emergency hospital in case you find wounded," Michael added, "What are we waiting for? Let's get going!"
That was the sign and the assigned teams split up, the ones who hadn't been mentioned went in search for the rift as Logan, Tank, Kurt and Kitty ventured out into the town to find wounded.
It send shivers up Marianne's spine, seeing the 'ghosts' appear and disappear, the negatives she saw breathed death. In their own dimension, they would have breathed life, not now, they were completely the oposit. Dodging those strange lightning bolts which appeared to take chunks out of reality upon impact.
What was worse, however, was that those bolts seemed to intensify with every passing second and Marianne had got seperated from her group.
'Something or someone is behind this,' Emily informed Marianne after she had jumped behind, what used to be, a wall, 'they are coming after you, you have me. It is as if they are being controlled.'
'Sjeesh, ya think?' Marianne snapped at the entity while crawling further away from where she was out in the open, noticing that somehow, she had been surrounded by the empty spots, yup, someone was most certainly behind all of this.
"Marianne! Are you here?!" she heard Bobby call out.
"I'm here! Please! I need help!" she called back, cursing the fear that sounded through her voice, "I'm in a bit of a tight spot over here!" she yelped as she ducked for yet another bolt, "They're aiming with these things! Almost my head!"
"Anne! O my god," Michael was the first to reach her and saw how she was now practically pressed up against the remains of a wall, her knees drawn up to her chin as she looked up with a wry grin.
"See, I told you I was in a tight spot... Michael? What are you... Michael!" Marianne's eyes widened in shock as she saw him leap over the empty space, "great, moron! Now we're both stuck! And with even less space to move!"
She was very tempted to smack him upside the head, but she was distracted as a bolt came headed straight for them.
"Shit, this is gonna hurt, ain't it?" Michael whispered quite horrified.
"Hurt won't even discribe it..."
'You won't die' Emily promised, 'tell Bobby you'll be fine and you'll be back as soon as you can.'
"Bobby! We'll be fine! We'll be back as soon as we can! Emily says so!" Marianne cried out towards the boy, nearly a man, who watched in horror.
Before Bobby's eyes, the two were hit by the strange bolt and Marianne's words rung through her head, Emily said so. So it would be true.
"Bobby! Did ye find 'r?" he heard Rahne's voice.
"They... they were hit by one of those bolts. Marianne said that they would be fine, that Emily said so, that they would come back," Bobby turned towards the girl, his eyes still filled with shock and his face was pale.
~*Somewhere FAR away*~
A dirty, a bit wounded man crawled up, immediately scrambling over to a still form.
"Shit, Anne, next time, give a guy a heads up," he coughed a bit as he checked the semi-concious woman for injuries.
"Emily said we would survive, not how we came out. This is another dimension, Michael," the woman slowly got her bearings back.
A/N: I'm a little dry on inspiration, I'm afraid...
Fighting Destiny – Second rift
It was several days after the first rift, it had been all over the news, and, surprise surprise, they had managed to blame mutants for everything, again.
A second rift had formed, and this time, it wasn't a small one. Even Emily was worried about this, saying she didn't understand it, that rifts didn't work like this. And is Emily was worried, Marianne knew that they had all the reason to panick, so she didn't tell them about that part, well, that this was serious, but not about Emily's worries.
They were all in on it, this time, well, not Hank and Xavier, Hank because he was a bit obvious and Xavier because, well, telepathic powers wouldn't help them much. The ones who could put energy in the rift were supposed to provide protection for the other group.
"We can expect 'ghosts' 'negatives'," Marianne began to inform them, "Ghosts are faint images of those who live in other dimensions, since they are not really here, they'll be like illusions, only these people exist in other dimensions, they are not make-believe like my kind of illusions. Negatives are like these 'ghosts' only of inanimate objects in which, or with which, much has been done. Be it good or bad, only when they appear in or dimension, they will be dead. Don't let them fool you."
"How do we destinguish ghosts from real people?" Amara questioned.
"Normally, real people aren't as transparent as ghosts. Remember the ghost I once summoned at school, when you found out I was a mutant? Keep that in mind, only add a little colour to it. We shouldn't have to worry about bystanders, the government has evacuated the vacinity and they're still trying to figure out what to do. All we have to worry about is making sure we don't get killed," Marianne smiled at the younger girl, trying to be reassuringly, but feeling terribly insecure herself.
It was in the middle of the day, and this time, the rift had decided to show up in California, not good. Not good at all. A lot of people had been reported missing already, and they could only hope that they would get in time to make sure no one else disappeared.
'Emily, just a question. How many times has this happened?' Marianne asked the entity in her head with curiosity.
'Just two times, since the beginning of the Splitting,' Emily commented.
'And just how many times was the dimension concerned NOT destroyed?' Marianne was starting to get edgy.
'This would be the first time,' the entity commented.
'This first time! O man, we're screwed, we're done for, we are dead!' Marianne barely managed to keep an impassive face.
'Hey, always look on the bright side, right?' Emily tried to cheer her up.
'Usually, the side opposit to the bright side isn't the one in which your dimension is ripped apart,' Marianne cut of the connection and looked around: "Well, are we ready?"
"If Remy say 'non', we still go, oui?" Remy asked with a wry grin on his face, while fiddling with his cards.
"You betcha," Sarah tried to be cheerful, but failing miserably.
"Den Remy ready."
They got up at that, ready to leave the jet, going into the 'warzone'. And that it was, only, this time, the war wasn't caused or fought out by mankind, this time, it was caused by what could be the distruction of their dimension.
"O mah God," Rogue gasped as she saw the distruction of what once had been a small town, it was devestated.
As Marianne had predicted, the 'ghosts' were there. They seemed like humans, only completely devoid of life, there were also buildings, looking as if they came straight from an undeveloped photo. The real buildings were in shambles as energy flashed through the empty streets, taking more and more chunks out of 'reality'.
"This, my friends, is what will happen to the world, if we don't stop it, just before it's destroyed," Marianne announced while fighting the urge to run and hide somewhere FAR away.
"Okay, Wolverine, Tank, Nightcrawler, Shadowcat, you three go and look if there are any humans still here who need help," Scott decided.
"Marianne, Rahne, Bobby, Jean and I will set up an emergency hospital in case you find wounded," Michael added, "What are we waiting for? Let's get going!"
That was the sign and the assigned teams split up, the ones who hadn't been mentioned went in search for the rift as Logan, Tank, Kurt and Kitty ventured out into the town to find wounded.
It send shivers up Marianne's spine, seeing the 'ghosts' appear and disappear, the negatives she saw breathed death. In their own dimension, they would have breathed life, not now, they were completely the oposit. Dodging those strange lightning bolts which appeared to take chunks out of reality upon impact.
What was worse, however, was that those bolts seemed to intensify with every passing second and Marianne had got seperated from her group.
'Something or someone is behind this,' Emily informed Marianne after she had jumped behind, what used to be, a wall, 'they are coming after you, you have me. It is as if they are being controlled.'
'Sjeesh, ya think?' Marianne snapped at the entity while crawling further away from where she was out in the open, noticing that somehow, she had been surrounded by the empty spots, yup, someone was most certainly behind all of this.
"Marianne! Are you here?!" she heard Bobby call out.
"I'm here! Please! I need help!" she called back, cursing the fear that sounded through her voice, "I'm in a bit of a tight spot over here!" she yelped as she ducked for yet another bolt, "They're aiming with these things! Almost my head!"
"Anne! O my god," Michael was the first to reach her and saw how she was now practically pressed up against the remains of a wall, her knees drawn up to her chin as she looked up with a wry grin.
"See, I told you I was in a tight spot... Michael? What are you... Michael!" Marianne's eyes widened in shock as she saw him leap over the empty space, "great, moron! Now we're both stuck! And with even less space to move!"
She was very tempted to smack him upside the head, but she was distracted as a bolt came headed straight for them.
"Shit, this is gonna hurt, ain't it?" Michael whispered quite horrified.
"Hurt won't even discribe it..."
'You won't die' Emily promised, 'tell Bobby you'll be fine and you'll be back as soon as you can.'
"Bobby! We'll be fine! We'll be back as soon as we can! Emily says so!" Marianne cried out towards the boy, nearly a man, who watched in horror.
Before Bobby's eyes, the two were hit by the strange bolt and Marianne's words rung through her head, Emily said so. So it would be true.
"Bobby! Did ye find 'r?" he heard Rahne's voice.
"They... they were hit by one of those bolts. Marianne said that they would be fine, that Emily said so, that they would come back," Bobby turned towards the girl, his eyes still filled with shock and his face was pale.
~*Somewhere FAR away*~
A dirty, a bit wounded man crawled up, immediately scrambling over to a still form.
"Shit, Anne, next time, give a guy a heads up," he coughed a bit as he checked the semi-concious woman for injuries.
"Emily said we would survive, not how we came out. This is another dimension, Michael," the woman slowly got her bearings back.