AN: Alright, my vacation is over (sigh) and I'm gonna now work on the story
but, okay, seriously you guys.........my computer's been freaking out on me :S
so I'm sorry for the late update, please know that I've been doing
everything in my power to get this fricken' thing uploaded.
Please also take into note that writing fan fictions with other people's
characters, along with other stuff going on in my life, is hard and time
consuming, because I want each and everyone of your characters to have
equal "screen-time" and the same personality in my story as you originally
created them to have. So please, give me some slack.
And to Mr. X00001 (AKA; Paul Tammas) I changed around your character a bit,
since he didn't fit into the story too well before, I also took away some
of his powers, because he was a little too Garry-lou (or Barry-lou,
whatever the male version of Mary-sue is) for this story with all those
abilities.
Also, not every character is in every chapter, but they will all have equal time eventually.
(P.S: I made a huge mistake, in the application thing in the first chapter, I didn't put down a label marked "Appearance" I fixed that problem straight away, but a lot of the people didn't send me specifics on the looks of their OC, so, in order to keep my story running smoothly, I have made up appearances (hair, eye's...etc.) for the OC's who don't have any.)
Now, onto the story!
Talking= "blah" Mind speak/thoughts= ~blah~ Sounds= *blah* Change scene= ^^^^^
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Prologue
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The air was cold and harsh, and the sky and everything under it seemed to have lost all color, it was all just gray, plain and solemn.
The only sign of life was a young teenage girl, walking, by herself, down the lonesome, depressing highway. She kept looking around, as if she were expecting something. And by the expression on her face, it wasn't something nice.
She tightly clutched her black trench coat around her shoulders, in a vain attempt to keep away the cold, and continued walking. Still searching the never ending gray with her deep blue eye's, tinted with a red, so faint, you had to focus to see it. As she walked, she was unknowingly watched buy a pair a green eyes, hidden deep in the shadows, her stalker raised a hand and pointed a finger at the girl.
The girl suddenly came to a stop, as if she had been frozen stiff from cold or fear. She threw her coat to the ground to show the back of a black-clad body, donned with an image of a purple spider.
She whipped herself around to face her attacker and just barley managed to duck out of the way as a blast of green, glowing energy fired directly at her.
"Oh, shoot!" The girl said with a hiss as she ran and dodged and jumped around the blasts being shot at her.
As she ran, she realized that there were more and more things she had to escape.
Streams of strange toxic looking liquid, zaps of electricity, trails of rapidly moving black fire, and objects such as small knives and darts attacking her from every direction, she somehow managed to not get hit, by moving constantly and twisting her body to escape from the ongoing assault.
But as the rather one-sided fight continued on, she found herself having less and less stamina, she was finally backed against a wall, literally. Her breathing was ragged and her face red and slick with sweat.
And as she began to raise her hand to signal surrender, something small and shiny zoomed toward her and stuck itself in her shoulder.
"Augh!" she groaned, she was too worn out to manage more than that. She reached to her shoulder and with a grunt pulled out the offending item. It was a silver dart, stained with red.
"That's enough!" A loud booming voice shouted from a loudspeaker. The gray, dismal settings faded away to reveal a large metallic room, devoid of anything except for empty space.
"Oh my god! Phoebe! Are you alright?" A panicked female voice came from the shadows, and a blond girl wearing and tight black shirt and baggy cargo shorts ran up to her, a look of distress on her face. "I didn't know we were stopping, I meant to aim next to you, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
Phoebe Night touched her shoulder and winced, it stung badly and her battle clothing was covered in her blood. ~This training session had certainly taken a painful turn~ She thought to herself.
One by one the other students on the battlefield filed around her, she could see Regina Cruz, or Malignant, their team captain, Danny Tolusky (Balefire), Alexia Lupin (Shocker conductor), Duo Shanile (Hotshot) and of course Aira McCarthy, still awaiting a reply.
"I'll be fine Aira, It's just a scratch." She started to stand up, when in a puff of Black-blue, oily smoke. Their headmaster, Professor Wagner, appeared before her. He Looked worried and fearful. He brushed back a strand of his shoulder length white hair, with a white furred; two fingered hand.
He sighed and bent down, he pulled Phoebe to her feet, at which point he clasped her (undamaged) shoulder and disappeared with her in another puff of smoke.
"He'll have taken her to the medical ward, yes?" Danny spoke with a light French accent, his brows slightly furrowed over his black eyes.
"Yeah." Alexia replied silently.
The group stood there in silence.
"I'm going to make sure she's okay." Aira said and she ran off out the door of the metal room. The others shrugged and followed.
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*Bamf*
They appeared in a white hospital like room, Phoebe was clutching her shoulder tightly, the blood seeping through her hands.
Prof. Wagner, or Kurt as the other teachers called him, went to a sink cupboard and retrieved a blue hand towel; he wet it in the sink and passed it to Phoebe.
"Here, put pressure on your wound." He said.
"Thanks."
He sighed again.
"Maybe it's too early to practice single training," he shook his head "I just want you all to be as prepared as you can be. Times aren't like they used to be, and safety is the top priority."
Phoebe frowned
"We can handle more than you think we can, we're not wimps." She crossed her arms.
"I know, I know, it's not that I think you are." He wrung his prehensile tail in his hands "It's just this war.........There's more human/mutant conflict now then ever before." Quietly, to himself he added. "And to think it all could have been avoided."
He turned to face her.
"Phobia."
She raised an eyebrow at the strange formal use of her codename.
"Yeah?"
"You need to get some rest, go to your dorm room and sleep for a while." As he spoke this he rapped white gauze around her wound. "And would you please tell the others, to do the same, they're probably on their way here, to see how you're doing." She nodded.
"Sure prof. And don't worry, we can take care of ourselves." She smiled and vacated the room, shortly, after which she came across her teammates.
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~Injuries, power malfunctions, war. God, this is all too much. I wish Xavier were still alive.........I wish they all were~
Kurt Wagner thought all this to himself as he "Bamfed" from room to room, looking for Logan.
~Sigh. Those were the days, sure we had problems but at least they weren't so out of control~
He finally found Logan playing a game of pool in the lounge with a student by the name of Paul Tammas.
"Ah, professor Logan, there you are." Kurt spoke.
Logan didn't look up; he was in the middle of aligning a shot and looked extremely concentrated. Kurt still found it amazing that over all the years Logan hadn't mentally or physically changed a bit, even though he was nearing his 150th birthday.
"Ahem!" Kurt coughed, just as Logan shot, the distraction caused him to miss the ball entirely and hit the green cloth instead.
He turned his violent gaze on and growled
"What ya' want, elf."
Kurt would have been extremely intimidated by this when he was younger, but now he was older and wiser and knew Logan would never hurt him or any of his students. He just liked to put on a show.
Kurt looked to Paul.
"Mr. Tammas, would you please excuse yourself. Professor Logan and I have something we need to discuss."
Paul looked from Kurt to Logan and nodded.
"Sure thing, Prof." And he placed his pool cue on the table and left the room.
Wolverine faced Kurt.
"So? What is it?"
Kurt frowned. "Have you spoken with Forge lately?" Logan shook his head. Kurt took a deep breath, walked up to Logan put his hand on his arm and.........
*Bamf*
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*Bamf*
They had reappeared in Forges garage/laboratory, a dimly lit metal room, mechanic books and bits of machinery lay strewn about the floor and the shelves on the walls and mechanical sounds and the smell of motor oil lingered about.
"What's the big idea, bub!?" Logan snapped "Why the big hurry?"
"Sorry" was Kurt's distracted reply "Forge!" he yelled.
There was a crash and an "Ouch!" from a room unseen, then an old man with gray hair, light brown skin and a robotic arm came into view, through a door in the back of the garage, rubbing his head.
"Forge, there you are!" Kurt rush toward Forge, who was still nursing the bump on his head, where something heavy must have fallen.
"Yeah." He looked at Kurt "I suppose you're wondering about the.........um.........you know."
"Yes." Kurt nodded vigorously. Forge clicked his tongue.
"Well, it's almost finished. I was just putting on the final attachments when you called."
Through this conversation Logan had been getting more and more restless, he hated it when other people knew what he didn't.
"What are you two talkin' about?" he asked.
Kurt put a hand up to silence Forge, and turned to Logan. His face had suddenly become grave yet determined.
"Logan, do you remember what happened on Halloween night, seventy years ago? The night that stated the war?" Logan nodded.
Kurt nodded back. "Well.........Forge has created a time machine, so we can go back and change what happened-"
"-There's only enough power for two trips though, one there and one back." Forge cut in. Kurt nodded again.
Logan let it sink it, then grinned.
"What're we waiting for?"
"Yes, so what do we do firs-Ak!" Kurt suddenly grabbed his chest in pain, Forge and Logan tried to help but the didn't know what to do and Kurt fell to the floor in a heap. (AN: O.o)
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(AN: Okay, I've been writing all day and I'm pretty tired, please forgive me for the state of the end of this chapter)
The machine at the side of Kurt's hospital bed beeped steadily, showing that he was alive, for now at least.
The students sat in the waiting room, except for Regina Cruz, who sat by her head masters bed.
She remembered the past six years that she'd spent with T.O.G.Y and how Professor Wagner had always been there for her and the rest of the students, she didn't want him to die. Why'd he have to get a heart attack?
She was pondering this when Kurt's eyes flew open, he sat straight up in bed breathing fast and heavy, as though he were out of breath, The machine on the table was beeping faster and faster, he grabbed Regina's arm.
"Go to (huff) Forge (puff) ask about (wheeze) Time machine (sputter) 1999 (gasp) warn x-men (cough) dance (choke)" and with that the beeping steadied again and Kurt fell back on his pillow.
Regina was shocked, she ran out of the room to the expectant eyes of T.O.G.Y, she told them what happened, and they all agreed they should go see Forge first thing tomorrow.
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The fall sun burned brightly in the sky, it was a hot day and anyone with a brain in their head would be outside, soaking up, what was sure to be, the last heat wave of the year.
Like the five outside of the ancient ramshackle house, known simply as "The boarding house" to many, but to these five it was known as the Brotherhood of Mutants headquarters, it was also known as home.
The first of the five was a girl in her mid teens; she was lounging about, lying in the sunlight like a cat. She had black hair, violet eyes and dead pale skin. She wore a black tank top, black jeans ripped at the knees, a black skull cap with bits of fabric made to look like cat ears and an amethyst on a black string hanging from her neck.
Her name was Mallory Ozzandy also known as Oblivion.
She turned to look at the second of the group, a young, lean, lightly buff man, nearing his twentieth birthday. He had short brown hair and green eyes. He was wearing a red t-shirt and black jeans. He stood leaning against the house with his arms crossed.
His name was James McCafferty also known as Mimic.
"Hey, Jay?" Mallory yelled to James. James looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"What is it, Ozzy?" he asked.
"Can you get me some lemonade?"
James rolled his eyes. Nobody could move on a day like this, on days like this, the only thing you could do was melt in the warmth of the sun.
After a moment of silence, Mallory "Humph!"ed and felt anger inside her, she focused her energy on that anger and felt it lift away, but now in front of her stood a life size replica of her self, it actually looked more like a shadow, except for the glowing violet outline and eyes. Mallory smiled, she'd converted her anger into a duplicate of her self.
"Go get me some lemonade." She ordered the duplicate; it nodded and retired to the inside of the house, returning shortly after with a cold glass of the tasty drink. Mallory lifted the glass to her mouth when it was suddenly knocked out of her hand by a tremor under her chair.
She turned her head to look at the third of the group, an old bald man with a tall commanding presence, a defined chin and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a brown vest over a black t-shirt and blue jeans.
His name was Lance Alvers also known as Avalanche.
Mallory grinned at him.
"You know, you shouldn't use your powers out here in broad daylight." She jokingly scolded him.
His face remained cold as stone and he turned to stare at her shadowy duplicate, than back at her. He shook his head and just went back inside.
"Strange old guy, that one." spoke the forth of the group, she was short and muscular, with dark brown eyes, braided shoulder-length black hair and American/Puerto Rican ethnicity. She wore a black tank top, black boots and blue jean cut off shorts.
Her name was Jessie Rodriguez also known as Medusa.
As Jessie spoke she absent-mindedly reached down to scratch the chin of a small calico kitten, which had come to rest itself beside her. The cat then began to change shape, finally stopping when she had reached the form of a slim, 16 year old girl, with purple shoulder length hair and brown eyes, wearing (AN: Sue sue magoo, you didn't tell me what she dresses in, so I made it up based on her personality, hope that's OK ^_^) a bright orange t- shirt, light blue shorts and green sandals. She smiled at the odd look on Jessie's face.
Her name was Molly Hendel also known as Tigress.
"Molly!" Jessie narrowed her eyes at the girl who sat next to her grinning like the cat that swallowed the bird. (AN: no pun intended)
Molly and Jessie continued bickering until they heard James shout.
"Hey, guys! Look!" he pointed at a car driving past them on the road, actually, it was more of a van than a car, but it was it's occupants that made the vehicle interesting, Togy (T.O.G.Y (AN: It's just easier to say (and type) the sound)) were riding past them, their long time rivals, it was an opportunity they couldn't pass up.
"Let's follow 'em and do some real damage!"
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Logan rode on his motorcycle speedily down busy road after busy road. Passing cars and busses like a cheetah passes a turtle.
He always rode when he was distressed, it help calm his nerves, and now with the elf getting a heart attack, it was as good at time as any to do just that.
He had just decided to head back when he saw a rickety, old, worn-out jeep and knew it was the BoM.
~What're they up to now?~
He decided to follow them, just in case.
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When Togy arrived at Forges, they immediately began yelling for him.
"Forge!"
"Mr. Forge?"
"Hellooo!"
"Come out, come out where ever you are!"
"Mr. Forge! Are you here?"
There was no reply.
"He's not here." Damian Hall (Cyber Saint) spoke softly, the metallic half of his body shining slightly in the dim light.
"Thank you for that brilliant deduction, captain obvious." Duo Shanile replied sarcastically, as he rolled his eyes. Damian frowned.
"Let's split up and look for the time machine." Regina said to the group.
And they did, though none of them really knew what it would look like, they were hoping for a miracle.
~This is so stupid~ Duo thought ~Prof. Was probably just having a spaz attack or something, saying nonsense about time machines and "X-men"~ but he searched as well, he came across a plain wooded door and went inside.
The room inside was nothing like he had expected, a huge metal sphere big enough to fit 50 or 60 adults comfortably.
"Hey, you guys! Come take a look at this!" The rest of Togy followed him into the room, with a resounding chorus of 'Ooh's and Aah's.
"I wonder if this is the thing that'll get us to 1999." Aira thought aloud.
*Destination, 1999. Please give specific time.* spoke a robotic female voice
"I guess so." Spoke Paul. "What should we set it to?"
"Today." Regina replied, "Right now, Just to be safe."
*Destination, 8:32 AM, October 9th, 1999. Time travel initiating, In 10.........9*
"Is everybody insi-"Regina stopped when she saw, standing in the door way to the time machine, the BoM.
*8*
"Didn't think we'd miss the party did you?" Mallory spoke, a smirk on her lips.
*7*
"So this is some kind of time machine, huh?" James asked as the BoM stepped inside, he touched one of the curved, metal walls.
*6*
"Leave now, before you regret it." Phoebe said menacingly, she took off one of her purple gloves.
*5*
"Ooh, we're so scared." Jessie teased with a smile.
"You will be." Phoebe replied
A fight ensued.
*4*
Out side Logan pulled up to the garage, wondering why the BoM would come here, when he heard the ruckus inside, and the robotic voice counting down.
*Zap*
"Ouch!"
*Sizzle*
"Rowr!"
*3*
*Crash*
"Augh!"
*Pow*
"Eeek!"
*2*
Logan bounded off his motorcycle and ran inside as fast as he could. He had just reached the door when.
*1*
There was a flash of blinding light; Logan staggered backwards, when he had regained composure. He stood up and opened the door.
Nothing, there were gone.
*Time travel successful. Destination, 8:32 AM, October 9th, 1999. Occupants..........
.........Regina Cruz
.........Paul Tammas
.........Damian Hall
.........Phoebe Night
.........Danny Tolusky
.........Duo Shanile
.........Alexia Karma Lupin the third
.........Aira McCarthy
.........Mallory Ozzandy
.........James McCafferty
.........Jessie Rodriguez
.........and Molly Hendel.*
Loan stood there in shock, for what seemed like forever. Togy and the new BoM were in a completely different time zone, with absolutely no idea what to do, whom to go to.
What they were getting themselves into.
"Shit."
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Well there it is, took me forever and five hours to write the stupid thing with my short attention span, but its there. Don't expect any other chapters this long, I just had to do this to get the story going, and I needed to write a bunch to do that.
Please review, if you don't I'll shrivel up and collapse into a pile of dust on the floor.
Also, not every character is in every chapter, but they will all have equal time eventually.
(P.S: I made a huge mistake, in the application thing in the first chapter, I didn't put down a label marked "Appearance" I fixed that problem straight away, but a lot of the people didn't send me specifics on the looks of their OC, so, in order to keep my story running smoothly, I have made up appearances (hair, eye's...etc.) for the OC's who don't have any.)
Now, onto the story!
Talking= "blah" Mind speak/thoughts= ~blah~ Sounds= *blah* Change scene= ^^^^^
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Prologue
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The air was cold and harsh, and the sky and everything under it seemed to have lost all color, it was all just gray, plain and solemn.
The only sign of life was a young teenage girl, walking, by herself, down the lonesome, depressing highway. She kept looking around, as if she were expecting something. And by the expression on her face, it wasn't something nice.
She tightly clutched her black trench coat around her shoulders, in a vain attempt to keep away the cold, and continued walking. Still searching the never ending gray with her deep blue eye's, tinted with a red, so faint, you had to focus to see it. As she walked, she was unknowingly watched buy a pair a green eyes, hidden deep in the shadows, her stalker raised a hand and pointed a finger at the girl.
The girl suddenly came to a stop, as if she had been frozen stiff from cold or fear. She threw her coat to the ground to show the back of a black-clad body, donned with an image of a purple spider.
She whipped herself around to face her attacker and just barley managed to duck out of the way as a blast of green, glowing energy fired directly at her.
"Oh, shoot!" The girl said with a hiss as she ran and dodged and jumped around the blasts being shot at her.
As she ran, she realized that there were more and more things she had to escape.
Streams of strange toxic looking liquid, zaps of electricity, trails of rapidly moving black fire, and objects such as small knives and darts attacking her from every direction, she somehow managed to not get hit, by moving constantly and twisting her body to escape from the ongoing assault.
But as the rather one-sided fight continued on, she found herself having less and less stamina, she was finally backed against a wall, literally. Her breathing was ragged and her face red and slick with sweat.
And as she began to raise her hand to signal surrender, something small and shiny zoomed toward her and stuck itself in her shoulder.
"Augh!" she groaned, she was too worn out to manage more than that. She reached to her shoulder and with a grunt pulled out the offending item. It was a silver dart, stained with red.
"That's enough!" A loud booming voice shouted from a loudspeaker. The gray, dismal settings faded away to reveal a large metallic room, devoid of anything except for empty space.
"Oh my god! Phoebe! Are you alright?" A panicked female voice came from the shadows, and a blond girl wearing and tight black shirt and baggy cargo shorts ran up to her, a look of distress on her face. "I didn't know we were stopping, I meant to aim next to you, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
Phoebe Night touched her shoulder and winced, it stung badly and her battle clothing was covered in her blood. ~This training session had certainly taken a painful turn~ She thought to herself.
One by one the other students on the battlefield filed around her, she could see Regina Cruz, or Malignant, their team captain, Danny Tolusky (Balefire), Alexia Lupin (Shocker conductor), Duo Shanile (Hotshot) and of course Aira McCarthy, still awaiting a reply.
"I'll be fine Aira, It's just a scratch." She started to stand up, when in a puff of Black-blue, oily smoke. Their headmaster, Professor Wagner, appeared before her. He Looked worried and fearful. He brushed back a strand of his shoulder length white hair, with a white furred; two fingered hand.
He sighed and bent down, he pulled Phoebe to her feet, at which point he clasped her (undamaged) shoulder and disappeared with her in another puff of smoke.
"He'll have taken her to the medical ward, yes?" Danny spoke with a light French accent, his brows slightly furrowed over his black eyes.
"Yeah." Alexia replied silently.
The group stood there in silence.
"I'm going to make sure she's okay." Aira said and she ran off out the door of the metal room. The others shrugged and followed.
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*Bamf*
They appeared in a white hospital like room, Phoebe was clutching her shoulder tightly, the blood seeping through her hands.
Prof. Wagner, or Kurt as the other teachers called him, went to a sink cupboard and retrieved a blue hand towel; he wet it in the sink and passed it to Phoebe.
"Here, put pressure on your wound." He said.
"Thanks."
He sighed again.
"Maybe it's too early to practice single training," he shook his head "I just want you all to be as prepared as you can be. Times aren't like they used to be, and safety is the top priority."
Phoebe frowned
"We can handle more than you think we can, we're not wimps." She crossed her arms.
"I know, I know, it's not that I think you are." He wrung his prehensile tail in his hands "It's just this war.........There's more human/mutant conflict now then ever before." Quietly, to himself he added. "And to think it all could have been avoided."
He turned to face her.
"Phobia."
She raised an eyebrow at the strange formal use of her codename.
"Yeah?"
"You need to get some rest, go to your dorm room and sleep for a while." As he spoke this he rapped white gauze around her wound. "And would you please tell the others, to do the same, they're probably on their way here, to see how you're doing." She nodded.
"Sure prof. And don't worry, we can take care of ourselves." She smiled and vacated the room, shortly, after which she came across her teammates.
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~Injuries, power malfunctions, war. God, this is all too much. I wish Xavier were still alive.........I wish they all were~
Kurt Wagner thought all this to himself as he "Bamfed" from room to room, looking for Logan.
~Sigh. Those were the days, sure we had problems but at least they weren't so out of control~
He finally found Logan playing a game of pool in the lounge with a student by the name of Paul Tammas.
"Ah, professor Logan, there you are." Kurt spoke.
Logan didn't look up; he was in the middle of aligning a shot and looked extremely concentrated. Kurt still found it amazing that over all the years Logan hadn't mentally or physically changed a bit, even though he was nearing his 150th birthday.
"Ahem!" Kurt coughed, just as Logan shot, the distraction caused him to miss the ball entirely and hit the green cloth instead.
He turned his violent gaze on and growled
"What ya' want, elf."
Kurt would have been extremely intimidated by this when he was younger, but now he was older and wiser and knew Logan would never hurt him or any of his students. He just liked to put on a show.
Kurt looked to Paul.
"Mr. Tammas, would you please excuse yourself. Professor Logan and I have something we need to discuss."
Paul looked from Kurt to Logan and nodded.
"Sure thing, Prof." And he placed his pool cue on the table and left the room.
Wolverine faced Kurt.
"So? What is it?"
Kurt frowned. "Have you spoken with Forge lately?" Logan shook his head. Kurt took a deep breath, walked up to Logan put his hand on his arm and.........
*Bamf*
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*Bamf*
They had reappeared in Forges garage/laboratory, a dimly lit metal room, mechanic books and bits of machinery lay strewn about the floor and the shelves on the walls and mechanical sounds and the smell of motor oil lingered about.
"What's the big idea, bub!?" Logan snapped "Why the big hurry?"
"Sorry" was Kurt's distracted reply "Forge!" he yelled.
There was a crash and an "Ouch!" from a room unseen, then an old man with gray hair, light brown skin and a robotic arm came into view, through a door in the back of the garage, rubbing his head.
"Forge, there you are!" Kurt rush toward Forge, who was still nursing the bump on his head, where something heavy must have fallen.
"Yeah." He looked at Kurt "I suppose you're wondering about the.........um.........you know."
"Yes." Kurt nodded vigorously. Forge clicked his tongue.
"Well, it's almost finished. I was just putting on the final attachments when you called."
Through this conversation Logan had been getting more and more restless, he hated it when other people knew what he didn't.
"What are you two talkin' about?" he asked.
Kurt put a hand up to silence Forge, and turned to Logan. His face had suddenly become grave yet determined.
"Logan, do you remember what happened on Halloween night, seventy years ago? The night that stated the war?" Logan nodded.
Kurt nodded back. "Well.........Forge has created a time machine, so we can go back and change what happened-"
"-There's only enough power for two trips though, one there and one back." Forge cut in. Kurt nodded again.
Logan let it sink it, then grinned.
"What're we waiting for?"
"Yes, so what do we do firs-Ak!" Kurt suddenly grabbed his chest in pain, Forge and Logan tried to help but the didn't know what to do and Kurt fell to the floor in a heap. (AN: O.o)
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(AN: Okay, I've been writing all day and I'm pretty tired, please forgive me for the state of the end of this chapter)
The machine at the side of Kurt's hospital bed beeped steadily, showing that he was alive, for now at least.
The students sat in the waiting room, except for Regina Cruz, who sat by her head masters bed.
She remembered the past six years that she'd spent with T.O.G.Y and how Professor Wagner had always been there for her and the rest of the students, she didn't want him to die. Why'd he have to get a heart attack?
She was pondering this when Kurt's eyes flew open, he sat straight up in bed breathing fast and heavy, as though he were out of breath, The machine on the table was beeping faster and faster, he grabbed Regina's arm.
"Go to (huff) Forge (puff) ask about (wheeze) Time machine (sputter) 1999 (gasp) warn x-men (cough) dance (choke)" and with that the beeping steadied again and Kurt fell back on his pillow.
Regina was shocked, she ran out of the room to the expectant eyes of T.O.G.Y, she told them what happened, and they all agreed they should go see Forge first thing tomorrow.
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The fall sun burned brightly in the sky, it was a hot day and anyone with a brain in their head would be outside, soaking up, what was sure to be, the last heat wave of the year.
Like the five outside of the ancient ramshackle house, known simply as "The boarding house" to many, but to these five it was known as the Brotherhood of Mutants headquarters, it was also known as home.
The first of the five was a girl in her mid teens; she was lounging about, lying in the sunlight like a cat. She had black hair, violet eyes and dead pale skin. She wore a black tank top, black jeans ripped at the knees, a black skull cap with bits of fabric made to look like cat ears and an amethyst on a black string hanging from her neck.
Her name was Mallory Ozzandy also known as Oblivion.
She turned to look at the second of the group, a young, lean, lightly buff man, nearing his twentieth birthday. He had short brown hair and green eyes. He was wearing a red t-shirt and black jeans. He stood leaning against the house with his arms crossed.
His name was James McCafferty also known as Mimic.
"Hey, Jay?" Mallory yelled to James. James looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"What is it, Ozzy?" he asked.
"Can you get me some lemonade?"
James rolled his eyes. Nobody could move on a day like this, on days like this, the only thing you could do was melt in the warmth of the sun.
After a moment of silence, Mallory "Humph!"ed and felt anger inside her, she focused her energy on that anger and felt it lift away, but now in front of her stood a life size replica of her self, it actually looked more like a shadow, except for the glowing violet outline and eyes. Mallory smiled, she'd converted her anger into a duplicate of her self.
"Go get me some lemonade." She ordered the duplicate; it nodded and retired to the inside of the house, returning shortly after with a cold glass of the tasty drink. Mallory lifted the glass to her mouth when it was suddenly knocked out of her hand by a tremor under her chair.
She turned her head to look at the third of the group, an old bald man with a tall commanding presence, a defined chin and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a brown vest over a black t-shirt and blue jeans.
His name was Lance Alvers also known as Avalanche.
Mallory grinned at him.
"You know, you shouldn't use your powers out here in broad daylight." She jokingly scolded him.
His face remained cold as stone and he turned to stare at her shadowy duplicate, than back at her. He shook his head and just went back inside.
"Strange old guy, that one." spoke the forth of the group, she was short and muscular, with dark brown eyes, braided shoulder-length black hair and American/Puerto Rican ethnicity. She wore a black tank top, black boots and blue jean cut off shorts.
Her name was Jessie Rodriguez also known as Medusa.
As Jessie spoke she absent-mindedly reached down to scratch the chin of a small calico kitten, which had come to rest itself beside her. The cat then began to change shape, finally stopping when she had reached the form of a slim, 16 year old girl, with purple shoulder length hair and brown eyes, wearing (AN: Sue sue magoo, you didn't tell me what she dresses in, so I made it up based on her personality, hope that's OK ^_^) a bright orange t- shirt, light blue shorts and green sandals. She smiled at the odd look on Jessie's face.
Her name was Molly Hendel also known as Tigress.
"Molly!" Jessie narrowed her eyes at the girl who sat next to her grinning like the cat that swallowed the bird. (AN: no pun intended)
Molly and Jessie continued bickering until they heard James shout.
"Hey, guys! Look!" he pointed at a car driving past them on the road, actually, it was more of a van than a car, but it was it's occupants that made the vehicle interesting, Togy (T.O.G.Y (AN: It's just easier to say (and type) the sound)) were riding past them, their long time rivals, it was an opportunity they couldn't pass up.
"Let's follow 'em and do some real damage!"
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Logan rode on his motorcycle speedily down busy road after busy road. Passing cars and busses like a cheetah passes a turtle.
He always rode when he was distressed, it help calm his nerves, and now with the elf getting a heart attack, it was as good at time as any to do just that.
He had just decided to head back when he saw a rickety, old, worn-out jeep and knew it was the BoM.
~What're they up to now?~
He decided to follow them, just in case.
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When Togy arrived at Forges, they immediately began yelling for him.
"Forge!"
"Mr. Forge?"
"Hellooo!"
"Come out, come out where ever you are!"
"Mr. Forge! Are you here?"
There was no reply.
"He's not here." Damian Hall (Cyber Saint) spoke softly, the metallic half of his body shining slightly in the dim light.
"Thank you for that brilliant deduction, captain obvious." Duo Shanile replied sarcastically, as he rolled his eyes. Damian frowned.
"Let's split up and look for the time machine." Regina said to the group.
And they did, though none of them really knew what it would look like, they were hoping for a miracle.
~This is so stupid~ Duo thought ~Prof. Was probably just having a spaz attack or something, saying nonsense about time machines and "X-men"~ but he searched as well, he came across a plain wooded door and went inside.
The room inside was nothing like he had expected, a huge metal sphere big enough to fit 50 or 60 adults comfortably.
"Hey, you guys! Come take a look at this!" The rest of Togy followed him into the room, with a resounding chorus of 'Ooh's and Aah's.
"I wonder if this is the thing that'll get us to 1999." Aira thought aloud.
*Destination, 1999. Please give specific time.* spoke a robotic female voice
"I guess so." Spoke Paul. "What should we set it to?"
"Today." Regina replied, "Right now, Just to be safe."
*Destination, 8:32 AM, October 9th, 1999. Time travel initiating, In 10.........9*
"Is everybody insi-"Regina stopped when she saw, standing in the door way to the time machine, the BoM.
*8*
"Didn't think we'd miss the party did you?" Mallory spoke, a smirk on her lips.
*7*
"So this is some kind of time machine, huh?" James asked as the BoM stepped inside, he touched one of the curved, metal walls.
*6*
"Leave now, before you regret it." Phoebe said menacingly, she took off one of her purple gloves.
*5*
"Ooh, we're so scared." Jessie teased with a smile.
"You will be." Phoebe replied
A fight ensued.
*4*
Out side Logan pulled up to the garage, wondering why the BoM would come here, when he heard the ruckus inside, and the robotic voice counting down.
*Zap*
"Ouch!"
*Sizzle*
"Rowr!"
*3*
*Crash*
"Augh!"
*Pow*
"Eeek!"
*2*
Logan bounded off his motorcycle and ran inside as fast as he could. He had just reached the door when.
*1*
There was a flash of blinding light; Logan staggered backwards, when he had regained composure. He stood up and opened the door.
Nothing, there were gone.
*Time travel successful. Destination, 8:32 AM, October 9th, 1999. Occupants..........
.........Regina Cruz
.........Paul Tammas
.........Damian Hall
.........Phoebe Night
.........Danny Tolusky
.........Duo Shanile
.........Alexia Karma Lupin the third
.........Aira McCarthy
.........Mallory Ozzandy
.........James McCafferty
.........Jessie Rodriguez
.........and Molly Hendel.*
Loan stood there in shock, for what seemed like forever. Togy and the new BoM were in a completely different time zone, with absolutely no idea what to do, whom to go to.
What they were getting themselves into.
"Shit."
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Well there it is, took me forever and five hours to write the stupid thing with my short attention span, but its there. Don't expect any other chapters this long, I just had to do this to get the story going, and I needed to write a bunch to do that.
Please review, if you don't I'll shrivel up and collapse into a pile of dust on the floor.