Ok reviewers.
Enigma- dude I know you? This man right here is where I got Enigma from, of
course all the good parts about him I made up. So give credit to him and me
(mostly me ()
Athena Alpha- WHY? Well to be perfectly honest Todd is my second favorite, and I figured with Evan down in the sewers he wouldn't have been killed with the rest of them. Btw just to piss you off im gonna mention how cliché your pairings in stories are.
StormPietro- I had forgotten how stories appear when you upload them; ill try to make it better this time. And the reason I asked is because I don't want to write a story that nobody wants to read; it's a waste of time.
DemonRouge- aces to you!
StAte- You get a cookie.
Dan- gotta keep you waiting a bit longer, sorry.
Enigma- ::whacks with large metal pole:: you are becoming a nuisance no?
Melissa- ahhh the genius behind Passion, also not to make you others seem unimportant, but the main reason im continuing the fic. Hope ill make you happy with my portrayal of her.
Disclaimer- I do not own x-men, but I do own Brawn and Reaper.
This isn't gonna make you happy but I don't care. This is a short chapter, I like the length but I doubt you guys do. I just wanted to get some more writing in before they leave Chpt 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brawn moved quickly, not waiting for the others reactions to wear off. Walking to the left he entered what the other mutants called the war room, they said it was because one could fight a war with the things inside.
Slowly Jeremy followed, then Passion and finally Enigma who was having trouble pulling him self away from the glowing door. They stepped in to see that Brawn had already donned a vest of the adamantium-entwined vests that Forge had created. They each grabbed a duffel bag and began to fill it with whatever they thought they would need.
Enigma grabbed a grayish-silver vest and pulled it over his black shirt. He also pulled a seismic pulse rifle and an old colt 22. out of the weapons depot and tossed it in. Grabbing a couple of the generic civilian clothes that had been updated in more conventional ways such as flame retardant, water resistant, etc, he tossed them into it as well. Looking around he saw the others were finishing up as well.
Jeremy had grabbed his scythe and was wearing it strapped to his back over his black vest. He had a bag more fully packed than Enigma, lumps made by grenades were easily visible and there was a hole, which a staff was poking through.
Passion had opted for lavender body armor and had a bag that still appeared to have a lot of room. She had an assault rifle in her hands and the bag slewed over her shoulder. She had a look on her face that was slightly confused, as if deciding to ask a question. She did, "So, what exactly is the mission."
They all looked toward brawn who had taken on a look of near soullessness. As all three of them averted their eyes a shiver ran down their spine. "We will destroy the being that defeats the X-men, The brotherhood, and the Acolytes." Reaper started to ask more but a look from Enigma told him it was probably best to shut up.
Brawn walked out of the war room followed closely by the others. Forge was making the final calculations on the time machine. His fingers moved faster then the eye could see as the figures scrolled down the screen. He had a sullen look on his face. Reaper could tell that he knew something about the mission that he didn't like but another glance from Enigma kept him quiet.
Forge stopped abruptly and brawn asked, "Are we ready?" Forge looked at him, nodding slowly. Brawn only turned making no other comment.
Forge felt it necessary to explain though, "I can be exactly sure where you'll come out, only that its before all this shit started to happen." He was very nervous, and he didn't use any hippie lingo, which showed the others just serious this way.
Brawn drew the sword that he had dubbed Excalibur from the sheath on his back. Looking back once he strode forward. The others followed close behind, likewise drawing weapons.
Though not a one of them spoke it aloud Reaper got the distinct impression that this was one mission they wouldn't be returning home from. He allowed the darkness to radiate from him as he raised his scythe and prepared to venture forth with people he didn't know yet trusted with his life.
One by one they stepped forth through the glowing door. None of them looking back, determination etched on their faces. Forge watched them go, knowing that they were the ones whom would either succeed or fail. He watched the door for a long time, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag he turned away. And he strode back into reality, into the fight for their lives. And for the first time he truly understood.
You like, you no like? Whatever drop me a review.
Aces.
Athena Alpha- WHY? Well to be perfectly honest Todd is my second favorite, and I figured with Evan down in the sewers he wouldn't have been killed with the rest of them. Btw just to piss you off im gonna mention how cliché your pairings in stories are.
StormPietro- I had forgotten how stories appear when you upload them; ill try to make it better this time. And the reason I asked is because I don't want to write a story that nobody wants to read; it's a waste of time.
DemonRouge- aces to you!
StAte- You get a cookie.
Dan- gotta keep you waiting a bit longer, sorry.
Enigma- ::whacks with large metal pole:: you are becoming a nuisance no?
Melissa- ahhh the genius behind Passion, also not to make you others seem unimportant, but the main reason im continuing the fic. Hope ill make you happy with my portrayal of her.
Disclaimer- I do not own x-men, but I do own Brawn and Reaper.
This isn't gonna make you happy but I don't care. This is a short chapter, I like the length but I doubt you guys do. I just wanted to get some more writing in before they leave Chpt 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brawn moved quickly, not waiting for the others reactions to wear off. Walking to the left he entered what the other mutants called the war room, they said it was because one could fight a war with the things inside.
Slowly Jeremy followed, then Passion and finally Enigma who was having trouble pulling him self away from the glowing door. They stepped in to see that Brawn had already donned a vest of the adamantium-entwined vests that Forge had created. They each grabbed a duffel bag and began to fill it with whatever they thought they would need.
Enigma grabbed a grayish-silver vest and pulled it over his black shirt. He also pulled a seismic pulse rifle and an old colt 22. out of the weapons depot and tossed it in. Grabbing a couple of the generic civilian clothes that had been updated in more conventional ways such as flame retardant, water resistant, etc, he tossed them into it as well. Looking around he saw the others were finishing up as well.
Jeremy had grabbed his scythe and was wearing it strapped to his back over his black vest. He had a bag more fully packed than Enigma, lumps made by grenades were easily visible and there was a hole, which a staff was poking through.
Passion had opted for lavender body armor and had a bag that still appeared to have a lot of room. She had an assault rifle in her hands and the bag slewed over her shoulder. She had a look on her face that was slightly confused, as if deciding to ask a question. She did, "So, what exactly is the mission."
They all looked toward brawn who had taken on a look of near soullessness. As all three of them averted their eyes a shiver ran down their spine. "We will destroy the being that defeats the X-men, The brotherhood, and the Acolytes." Reaper started to ask more but a look from Enigma told him it was probably best to shut up.
Brawn walked out of the war room followed closely by the others. Forge was making the final calculations on the time machine. His fingers moved faster then the eye could see as the figures scrolled down the screen. He had a sullen look on his face. Reaper could tell that he knew something about the mission that he didn't like but another glance from Enigma kept him quiet.
Forge stopped abruptly and brawn asked, "Are we ready?" Forge looked at him, nodding slowly. Brawn only turned making no other comment.
Forge felt it necessary to explain though, "I can be exactly sure where you'll come out, only that its before all this shit started to happen." He was very nervous, and he didn't use any hippie lingo, which showed the others just serious this way.
Brawn drew the sword that he had dubbed Excalibur from the sheath on his back. Looking back once he strode forward. The others followed close behind, likewise drawing weapons.
Though not a one of them spoke it aloud Reaper got the distinct impression that this was one mission they wouldn't be returning home from. He allowed the darkness to radiate from him as he raised his scythe and prepared to venture forth with people he didn't know yet trusted with his life.
One by one they stepped forth through the glowing door. None of them looking back, determination etched on their faces. Forge watched them go, knowing that they were the ones whom would either succeed or fail. He watched the door for a long time, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag he turned away. And he strode back into reality, into the fight for their lives. And for the first time he truly understood.
You like, you no like? Whatever drop me a review.
Aces.