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Definite A/U If you don't like it be a bum and flame.
Toad hopped onto a wall and shot his tongue grabbing the FoH member's gun and crushing it. He tossed the remains at the man and jumped at him, kicking him through a brick wall. Meanwhile Shadow was standing in a circle of members, trading blows with them, as they were confused. He allowed his shadows to attack and took on the leader himself, using a metal pipe to strike him dead. Reaper wasn't faring quite as well though, carving wide with his scythe to keep them at bay, he was being overwhelmed and they had started to bring forwards grenades and such. He was able to stop them form going off by draining the air around them of oxygen making it impossible for them to go off. Still there began to be too many of them and one got through.
He shielded his eyes, bracing to take the blow and the pain. But it never came. Instead he looked up to see Axel. He had come through the ground and pulled it down into the earth where it did no harm. Axel moved forward, making the earth consume those in his path.
A roar was heard and the earth began to rumble as squadrons of tanks were brought forward. The X moved back until they were up against the wall. Reaper looked toward axel, but he shook his head. There was no way he could take them out, way to much mass. The looked like people lined up for the firing squad when a call was heard. It rung crystal clear before silence hung once again. The tanks of course could not have heard it. It was a special note, targeting the X gene and giving a signal.
A roar was heard that put the tanks to shame as was a crash as a gigantic shape hurled itself into the nearest tank. The tank was flipped and then raised in the arms of a gigantic shape, and thrown at another one as it continued its charge. It crushed everything, tearing chunks off the buildings to destroy even more. Within seconds it was over. And a form emerged from the smoke slowly shrinking back to the size of a normal human.
He held up a finger for silence as he approached the group. And signaled them to follow him to the open manhole cover beyond the wreckage. One by one they dropped silently into the hole lastly came Reaper. Carefully listening for more reinforcements as he pulled the cover back onto the hole. Then slowly they made their way through the winding corridors back to the town that had once been called Bayville.
That town, was now the focus for nearly every hate crime in the nation, had been renamed, it was no longer Bayville, but Haven. And a haven was exactly what it was. A haven for every mutant, there was no divisions there. No fears of each other. Now there were over five hundred mutants there, along wit about two hundred humans who supported their cause.
Every month a new mutant was picked to join a faction of the Special Forces that it had been necessary to create. Each faction had four members. But if it was a mission of dire importance one more was sent. Mind you, he could, in most of the mutant's opinion do the mission better by himself.
Toad, Shadow, Axel, and reaper where the main faction. Out of mission they were normal Todd Tolansky, Timothy Madrox, Micheal Tountro, and Jeremy. Four people who were fighting to protect the rights of those who deserved life. And of course the agent who was sent as the backup was Brawn, no real name, just Brawn. There were rumors about him throughout the town. That he had a past that he refused to remember. That he had another power, one of unimaginable power. They called the power many things, but one day he had spoken one word. Fury. So this is what it was mostly called. It was the only word he had ever uttered that had anything to do with what had happened before the gene war. They had set up in operation in an underground bunker underneath the ruins of a mansion. It was Brawn who had brought them to the bunker; it was brawn that had saved them from the mass genocide. It was said that there was once a team, a team that fought for the rights of mutants, but saving humans. It was said that they battled another team; lead by one that could warp the ways of metal. But no one believed these stories, legends, and myths now. No one but those who knew the truth. Todd, Brawn, Timothy, few others, and those three were the only ones that dared live above ground. They had begun to rebuild the mansion that was said to have stood for the peace of humans and mutants together. Though no body believed the stuff of suck story tales Brawn had chosen to model their factions off the myths. The team with Toad, Axel, Shadow, and Reaper where X. Then there was the Brotherhood, and the acolytes as well as countless others through out the world. No one knew how many, except Brawn.
Months passed and the new mansion was finished, a sublight force field to protect form normal attacks and miles of underground tunnels that went as far as New York. As Brawn called the first counsel inside the huge chamber that had been underneath the chamber, Brawn spoke, "This room," his voice seemed as though it was dusty form not being used. "Was once called cerebro," as he said it he looked right at toad, who was hanging his head silent tears streaming down his cheeks. "This room, was used by the X-men." He looked out over the leaders of the factions, "that's right, it is no legend, the X-men did exist, as did the brotherhood, and the acolytes. And it was the fighting between them that killed them. That it why we are remembered as the bad guys, the evil, Satan's own... But I say to you, we will not stand for it, which is why I'm leaving you. Spyke is in charge as I leave." He looked toward the man that had once been an X-men. Slowly Spyke bowed his head and lifted his eyes, "I will do my best, and that is all I can promise." Brawn nodded slowly, "that is all anyone can ask of you. I know that it will be safe for me to leave with you in charge. Now, who will come with me?" They looked at him astonished; he never needed help, yet he was requesting the service of those around him. Surprising everyone the first to stand and volunteer was the young mutant Reaper. No one doubted his courage but the question of his skill was often disputed. Brawn gave the first smile they had ever seen grace his lips and nodded. Next to stand and volunteer was a girl by the name of Passion. She was 18 and had gained her rank through power and hard work. She had telekinesis and the ability to see the near future. Also to join was Enigma, a mutant with the power to make another see visions of whatever he wanted. As always his snow-white cat was perched on his shoulder, in sharp contrast to his red eyes. Others volunteered but he shook his head, "I have already taken more than I should, I trust that those left will honor our memory by fighting harder." He surveyed the somber room with a slight grin. "forge, come with me..." The aging scientist followed Brawn, Enigma, and Reaper from the room. "Oh my god, what is it?" Passions response to the machine in front of them was all that could be expected. It was a large door, lighting shot from the top to the bottom. It was glowing slightly. "That groovy little thing is what I've been cooking up for the last ten years" He looked grimly after he spoke those words, "it's a time machine. It will take you back to the time of the X-men" Their eyes opened wider as they finally realized what it was they had volunteered to do. Enigma was the first to recover," wait, so we're going to meet the X-men?" Brawn nodded slowly. "bloody fucking amazing."
I want a fair amount of reviews to finish writing this, I used to write a lot but now I'm busy, so I need to know my work is appreciated to continue a story.
Definite A/U If you don't like it be a bum and flame.
Toad hopped onto a wall and shot his tongue grabbing the FoH member's gun and crushing it. He tossed the remains at the man and jumped at him, kicking him through a brick wall. Meanwhile Shadow was standing in a circle of members, trading blows with them, as they were confused. He allowed his shadows to attack and took on the leader himself, using a metal pipe to strike him dead. Reaper wasn't faring quite as well though, carving wide with his scythe to keep them at bay, he was being overwhelmed and they had started to bring forwards grenades and such. He was able to stop them form going off by draining the air around them of oxygen making it impossible for them to go off. Still there began to be too many of them and one got through.
He shielded his eyes, bracing to take the blow and the pain. But it never came. Instead he looked up to see Axel. He had come through the ground and pulled it down into the earth where it did no harm. Axel moved forward, making the earth consume those in his path.
A roar was heard and the earth began to rumble as squadrons of tanks were brought forward. The X moved back until they were up against the wall. Reaper looked toward axel, but he shook his head. There was no way he could take them out, way to much mass. The looked like people lined up for the firing squad when a call was heard. It rung crystal clear before silence hung once again. The tanks of course could not have heard it. It was a special note, targeting the X gene and giving a signal.
A roar was heard that put the tanks to shame as was a crash as a gigantic shape hurled itself into the nearest tank. The tank was flipped and then raised in the arms of a gigantic shape, and thrown at another one as it continued its charge. It crushed everything, tearing chunks off the buildings to destroy even more. Within seconds it was over. And a form emerged from the smoke slowly shrinking back to the size of a normal human.
He held up a finger for silence as he approached the group. And signaled them to follow him to the open manhole cover beyond the wreckage. One by one they dropped silently into the hole lastly came Reaper. Carefully listening for more reinforcements as he pulled the cover back onto the hole. Then slowly they made their way through the winding corridors back to the town that had once been called Bayville.
That town, was now the focus for nearly every hate crime in the nation, had been renamed, it was no longer Bayville, but Haven. And a haven was exactly what it was. A haven for every mutant, there was no divisions there. No fears of each other. Now there were over five hundred mutants there, along wit about two hundred humans who supported their cause.
Every month a new mutant was picked to join a faction of the Special Forces that it had been necessary to create. Each faction had four members. But if it was a mission of dire importance one more was sent. Mind you, he could, in most of the mutant's opinion do the mission better by himself.
Toad, Shadow, Axel, and reaper where the main faction. Out of mission they were normal Todd Tolansky, Timothy Madrox, Micheal Tountro, and Jeremy. Four people who were fighting to protect the rights of those who deserved life. And of course the agent who was sent as the backup was Brawn, no real name, just Brawn. There were rumors about him throughout the town. That he had a past that he refused to remember. That he had another power, one of unimaginable power. They called the power many things, but one day he had spoken one word. Fury. So this is what it was mostly called. It was the only word he had ever uttered that had anything to do with what had happened before the gene war. They had set up in operation in an underground bunker underneath the ruins of a mansion. It was Brawn who had brought them to the bunker; it was brawn that had saved them from the mass genocide. It was said that there was once a team, a team that fought for the rights of mutants, but saving humans. It was said that they battled another team; lead by one that could warp the ways of metal. But no one believed these stories, legends, and myths now. No one but those who knew the truth. Todd, Brawn, Timothy, few others, and those three were the only ones that dared live above ground. They had begun to rebuild the mansion that was said to have stood for the peace of humans and mutants together. Though no body believed the stuff of suck story tales Brawn had chosen to model their factions off the myths. The team with Toad, Axel, Shadow, and Reaper where X. Then there was the Brotherhood, and the acolytes as well as countless others through out the world. No one knew how many, except Brawn.
Months passed and the new mansion was finished, a sublight force field to protect form normal attacks and miles of underground tunnels that went as far as New York. As Brawn called the first counsel inside the huge chamber that had been underneath the chamber, Brawn spoke, "This room," his voice seemed as though it was dusty form not being used. "Was once called cerebro," as he said it he looked right at toad, who was hanging his head silent tears streaming down his cheeks. "This room, was used by the X-men." He looked out over the leaders of the factions, "that's right, it is no legend, the X-men did exist, as did the brotherhood, and the acolytes. And it was the fighting between them that killed them. That it why we are remembered as the bad guys, the evil, Satan's own... But I say to you, we will not stand for it, which is why I'm leaving you. Spyke is in charge as I leave." He looked toward the man that had once been an X-men. Slowly Spyke bowed his head and lifted his eyes, "I will do my best, and that is all I can promise." Brawn nodded slowly, "that is all anyone can ask of you. I know that it will be safe for me to leave with you in charge. Now, who will come with me?" They looked at him astonished; he never needed help, yet he was requesting the service of those around him. Surprising everyone the first to stand and volunteer was the young mutant Reaper. No one doubted his courage but the question of his skill was often disputed. Brawn gave the first smile they had ever seen grace his lips and nodded. Next to stand and volunteer was a girl by the name of Passion. She was 18 and had gained her rank through power and hard work. She had telekinesis and the ability to see the near future. Also to join was Enigma, a mutant with the power to make another see visions of whatever he wanted. As always his snow-white cat was perched on his shoulder, in sharp contrast to his red eyes. Others volunteered but he shook his head, "I have already taken more than I should, I trust that those left will honor our memory by fighting harder." He surveyed the somber room with a slight grin. "forge, come with me..." The aging scientist followed Brawn, Enigma, and Reaper from the room. "Oh my god, what is it?" Passions response to the machine in front of them was all that could be expected. It was a large door, lighting shot from the top to the bottom. It was glowing slightly. "That groovy little thing is what I've been cooking up for the last ten years" He looked grimly after he spoke those words, "it's a time machine. It will take you back to the time of the X-men" Their eyes opened wider as they finally realized what it was they had volunteered to do. Enigma was the first to recover," wait, so we're going to meet the X-men?" Brawn nodded slowly. "bloody fucking amazing."
I want a fair amount of reviews to finish writing this, I used to write a lot but now I'm busy, so I need to know my work is appreciated to continue a story.