Summary: Now that the whole world knows of the X-men, only danger
will come. New evil plots will unfold around them, and even with new allies
and old friends, their troubles will only become more deadly. Anything and
everything can happen to the growing mutants, as they still have a long
road to become adults. But before that, they need to survive everything
that is thrown at them. They must push through the losses, enjoy the good
times, and fight for the world they want. None of it will be easy, but the
X-men have no choice but to fight.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the actual X-men Evolution characters, they aren't mine.
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Now onto the beginning of...
Shattered Future
A front of thunderstorms started to concoct around the Xavier Institute. It was not a mutant's doing, simply nature itself working around. But some things weren't natural, or even close. Many things could change a person, physically and mentally.
Not many knew that better than the girl known only as the name of the project that created her. And of course the number of tries it had taken to make the perfect operative.
X23 moved along the rocky road that lead to Charles Xavier's mansion, easily sleeking into the shadows and bounding along the ground. Her pace was a sprint, and rain started to pelt her tanned face.
Hydra's renegade soldier was on a personal mission. It was really on her own agenda, but the fierce and tortured fighter was doing it for other reasons.
It was because of her emotions. The emotions that bubbled inside of her had been what Hydra had wanted to erase. Ever since X23 had been raised and trained in a harsh manner, she'd been mainly serious, angered, and fierce. It had been distilled in her not to care, or be scared, or pretty much have a mind of her own.
But the one man she'd been cloned after, Weapon X, no, Logan, had changed all of that. No more was she the ferocious operative she had been raised to be. Now, knowing that Logan actually cared and knew the pain she was going through had been a modifier. His concern had given her more of a conscious. The man had protected her, even after she had taken down his whole "family" at the institute. And also the time they had found each other near a Hydra base. He'd stuck by her then, and even though it had been almost a few months since they last seen each other, X23 knew she owed him this much.
After the supreme mutant Apocalypse had been stopped, X23 had come to realize something. Apocalypse may have been ultra powerful and bent on crafting humankind into his own mutants, but now that he was gone, more threats would arise. The X-men would never get a break, even soon. Any followers of Apocalypse, mutant haters, or people with their own dangerous agendas knew of the X-men. They knew their powers, their calibers, and their potential.
It was only a matter of time before the team of powerful mutants was estranged because of intolerable dilemmas and fights. X23 just hoped Charles Xavier knew what was coming.
The X-men were on the brink of a war. And not just with the humans.
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By the time X23 reached the grounds of the institute, it was pouring down rain. Her dark brown hair slicked past her shoulders, and the rain slid down her sleek uniform.
In a matter of seconds she was inside the institute, undetected and unnoticed. Her training had been very essential, and more than once it had proven as a great asset.
Looking around the room, X23 figured she was in the library. She opened the door to the hall, and sniffed the air. A couple of close scents caught her attention. They were all scents of the X-men teens. But the person she was looking for was defiantly not a teen.
Pinpointing any close students by acute smells and hearing, X23 maneuvered through the vast mansion without anyone seeing her. Finally she caught his scent. Logan was close, and by himself.
Tracking the adamantium mutant to the rec room, X23 sighed deeply. There was a lot to be explained, and little time to do it.
So she knocked on the door.
"Come in, kid." Logan's recognizable gruff voice answered. X23 pushed open the door hastily.
The man in front of her was in his casual clothes a T-shirt and jeans, playing a game of pool. So far, he was faring well.
"We need to talk." X23 barked sternly.
"Hello to you too." Logan replied with a smirk. He easily knocked in the nine ball with ease. "I can sense you're troubled. Hydra after you kid?"
"I am not a kid!" X23 retorted angrily.
"Well that's what I'm calling you until you pick a proper name. It's your life, your decision."
X23 scoffed and folded her arms across her chest.
"Hydra's not after me. At least not right now. They're after you."
Logan dropped his pool stick on the table, and turned to face X23.
"What?!"
"And everyone else here." She added. Logan growled angrily, slamming his fist on the pool table. It left a small dent. "Madame Hydra did not parish in that explosion a few months ago. I didn't doubt her ways of escaping even since that day. So I've tracked her. And now she had plans to attack this place. I don't know what she wants, but all I know is you need to be prepared."
"Any idea when, kid?" Logan asked. X23 ignored his negligence to her hatred of him calling her a kid.
"Tonight."
"Tonight?!"
"Has your hearing weakened? That's what I said." X23 snapped gruffly. Logan moved past her, and pulled her along after him. "Let me go!"
"You need to get out of here." The larger man answered simply. X23 smacked his grip away furiously.
"Did you not understand?!" She cried out. "They don't want be! I came to warn you! There's someone else!"
"What do you mean?" Logan asked her gruffly.
"You don't think Hydra would just attack the X-men, do you?! Maybe if they wanted you or me, but they would do it a different way. Hydra is working for someone! They're probably getting something in exchange, but someone else wants the X-men split up or captured! Or...oh no!"
"What is it?!" Logan demanded, looking concernedly at his younger clone.
"Unless Hydra only wants certain mutants. You have to prepare everyone! If catches the X-men off guard, then the ones wanted will be capture, but the other X-men will be in great danger! There's no telling what Hydra will to do any mutants who stand in the way when they are not the wanted mutants! Tell Charles Xavier!" X23 informed him, her voice rising. Logan immediately took off out of the room, X23 trailing his heels.
Only minutes later were they in front of Charles' door. Logan flung it open, startling the telepath in his wheelchair. A blue furred mutant on his feet and knuckles was next to him, looking uneasy. X23 slightly recognized the ape like mutant.
"Logan what is it?!" The man asked quickly.
"We gotta get everyone outta here, now! Hydra's planning a capture and assault attack!" Logan blurted. Charles Xavier seemed to slightly recalled Hydra, but he recognized the danger of the situation.
But before he expressed his thoughts verbally, an explosion rang out that shook the room. X23 grunted as she was thrown off her feet. The Professor was tipped over, but the man next to him caught him. Logan helped X23 up.
"They're here!!" She screamed, and immediately turned toward the large window behind a desk that exploded suddenly. The four mutants were far enough away to not get sprayed by the shattered glass. Both Logan and X23's claws shot out, ready to battle.
A woman dropped inside the office, a smile playing on her face. X23 instantly recognized the woman as Madame Hydra. The dark green hair and green lipstick and eyeshadow weren't the only obvious traits. X23 had never forgotten the woman's scent. She was of course, the woman X23 had hated for so long. It had been Madame Hydra who had ordered her to undergo the Weapon X project. And X23's taste for revenge had yet to be satisfied.
"Go Logan, find the others!!" X23 demanded, not taking her gaze off Madame Hydra. "Hurray, I'll be fine!!"
Logan reluctantly retracted his claws, and followed Hank and Charles out of the room.
The winds of the thunderstorm scattered objects in the office, as the rain also started to pour into the opening in the window.
"Viper, I knew you survived." X23 whispered darkly, addressing her differently. The woman in front of her laughed and flipped her hair back. "I'm surprised you aren't still afraid of me like you were when we last met."
"It has been a while. But now I have changed, but my views are the same."
"I know you're in on a deal. What's your reward?"
Viper smirked and simply nodded.
"You, X23. Of course, I receive other payments. But being able to fight and capture you is pleasure enough as of now. Once you are back under Hydra's control, I will be much happier." She answered, and settled into a fighting stance.
"I am the one who will make you pay for what you did to me." X23 retorted angrily.
"Ha, that's a lot coming from a child." Viper scoffed.
"I am not, a child!!!"
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Bobby Drake waved his team on, beckoning them towards the X- jet. Since the defeat of Apocalypse, he had been put in charge as leader of the New Mutants, even though they weren't really new anymore. But alas, the group had yet to come up with any kind of team name, so they kept that.
Recently, the roster had grown, as Jubilation Lee and Rahne Sinclair had come back. Danielle Moonstar had also joined them, having been to the institute just before the battle with Apocalypse.
The New Mutants were powerful, but Bobby knew when to follow orders. Having just received a telepathic message from the Professor, ordering him to collect his team and escape in the X-jet. Bobby had not objected, but since the explosion he had heard, it nagged him that he didn't know what was happening.
Bobby led his team across the underground hanger, straight towards the X-jet. But a team of soldiers intercepted them, coming in from a blown up entrance into the hanger. There weren't many of them, only about an even number between them and the New Mutants. But they had energy guns, and Bobby wanted to escape fast. At least then maybe he could organize his thoughts and find out what was happening.
Along with Ray and Sam, Bobby took the offense, firing ice missiles that he had recently started to create for weaponry. They quickly took down some of the soldiers, as Ray and Sam cleaned up the rest with their respective powers.
The three made their way into the X-jet, regrouping with the New Mutants who were already buckled in and ready.
Ray took a seat next to Tabitha. Sam took the controls, as Bobby took the position of flying the aircraft. His piloting skills had increased greatly, and now he was an expert.
After two minutes, the X-jet shot out in to the rainy weather, ascending toward the dark storm clouds.
Bobby knew whatever was happening, that it meant trouble for the X-men. He just hoped the rest of them escaped as well.
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Scott Summers clutched the hand of his redhead girlfriend, as she lay unconscious on the floor next to him. He stroked her face, and brushed a red lock back, wanting so much to see her smile.
But a long gash in his arm reminded him of the situation at hand. Scott sat up on the ground, checking his wound. The sleeve of his blue sweatshirt had been split, as it hung down at his shoulder, baring his arm. The gash was not too deep, but the sleeve of his undershirt had been ripped as well.
Scott slipped off the sweatshirt, and wrapped it around his arm, hoping to stop the bleeding. His shirt underneath had a long rip over his chest and was soaked with sweat.
As Scott finished making a bandage for his wound, he quickly moved upon Jean, checking for injuries. She was unconscious, but faring better than him.
"Ah, just the people I wanted to see." A cold and sinister voice suddenly greeted from the shadows. Scott spun around; fingers ready to rip his shades off. But there was no one visible. The owner of the voice was somewhere hidden in the shadows of the foyer.
Scott adjusted his shades so a little bit of scarlet energy would emit a glow around him. The red light casted an eerie feeling around the room.
But then a similar glow but different in color caught his attention. Twin bright green lights were shining in the shadows. But then, they shot out like force beams, slamming the already weakened Scott into a wall. The X-men leader dropped onto his knees, and then feel onto his back.
Just as Scott started to drift into unconsciousness, the voice spoke again.
"Don't worry, Mr. Summers. Mrs. Grey will be in my cautious care. Although, I can't guarantee the safety of your other friends. That's Hydra's choice."
"Who the hell are you?!" Scott asked angrily, his words coming out slow.
He received no answer, only silence. But then a hand grabbed onto the front of his already ripped undershirt, and tore most of the front off. A needle pierced his side as something was injected into him, and his sweatshirt was pulled off his arm, revealing a still bleeding wound.
Scott moved his hand along the slick sweat on his bare chest, and then moved along his side, searching for the needle. Whatever it had injected him with; it had been quick, as the needle was already gone. He tried to sit up and swat at whatever was in front of him, but he suddenly felt dull and even more exhausted.
"Sleep tight, Mr. Summers." The same ominous voice spat from the shadows.
And then, Scott Summers drifted off; unaware of everything that was going on. All he knew, was the X-men were in danger, and he could not do anything to stop it.
A/N: So, how'd you like it? This is the beginning to a chain of massive events that follow the X-men after their Apocalypse battle. One thing leads to another as trouble always find the X-men. Expect new faces from the comics to pop up sooner or later, as well as characters that only briefly stared in the show. Questions and tips welcomed. Please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the actual X-men Evolution characters, they aren't mine.
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Now onto the beginning of...
Shattered Future
A front of thunderstorms started to concoct around the Xavier Institute. It was not a mutant's doing, simply nature itself working around. But some things weren't natural, or even close. Many things could change a person, physically and mentally.
Not many knew that better than the girl known only as the name of the project that created her. And of course the number of tries it had taken to make the perfect operative.
X23 moved along the rocky road that lead to Charles Xavier's mansion, easily sleeking into the shadows and bounding along the ground. Her pace was a sprint, and rain started to pelt her tanned face.
Hydra's renegade soldier was on a personal mission. It was really on her own agenda, but the fierce and tortured fighter was doing it for other reasons.
It was because of her emotions. The emotions that bubbled inside of her had been what Hydra had wanted to erase. Ever since X23 had been raised and trained in a harsh manner, she'd been mainly serious, angered, and fierce. It had been distilled in her not to care, or be scared, or pretty much have a mind of her own.
But the one man she'd been cloned after, Weapon X, no, Logan, had changed all of that. No more was she the ferocious operative she had been raised to be. Now, knowing that Logan actually cared and knew the pain she was going through had been a modifier. His concern had given her more of a conscious. The man had protected her, even after she had taken down his whole "family" at the institute. And also the time they had found each other near a Hydra base. He'd stuck by her then, and even though it had been almost a few months since they last seen each other, X23 knew she owed him this much.
After the supreme mutant Apocalypse had been stopped, X23 had come to realize something. Apocalypse may have been ultra powerful and bent on crafting humankind into his own mutants, but now that he was gone, more threats would arise. The X-men would never get a break, even soon. Any followers of Apocalypse, mutant haters, or people with their own dangerous agendas knew of the X-men. They knew their powers, their calibers, and their potential.
It was only a matter of time before the team of powerful mutants was estranged because of intolerable dilemmas and fights. X23 just hoped Charles Xavier knew what was coming.
The X-men were on the brink of a war. And not just with the humans.
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By the time X23 reached the grounds of the institute, it was pouring down rain. Her dark brown hair slicked past her shoulders, and the rain slid down her sleek uniform.
In a matter of seconds she was inside the institute, undetected and unnoticed. Her training had been very essential, and more than once it had proven as a great asset.
Looking around the room, X23 figured she was in the library. She opened the door to the hall, and sniffed the air. A couple of close scents caught her attention. They were all scents of the X-men teens. But the person she was looking for was defiantly not a teen.
Pinpointing any close students by acute smells and hearing, X23 maneuvered through the vast mansion without anyone seeing her. Finally she caught his scent. Logan was close, and by himself.
Tracking the adamantium mutant to the rec room, X23 sighed deeply. There was a lot to be explained, and little time to do it.
So she knocked on the door.
"Come in, kid." Logan's recognizable gruff voice answered. X23 pushed open the door hastily.
The man in front of her was in his casual clothes a T-shirt and jeans, playing a game of pool. So far, he was faring well.
"We need to talk." X23 barked sternly.
"Hello to you too." Logan replied with a smirk. He easily knocked in the nine ball with ease. "I can sense you're troubled. Hydra after you kid?"
"I am not a kid!" X23 retorted angrily.
"Well that's what I'm calling you until you pick a proper name. It's your life, your decision."
X23 scoffed and folded her arms across her chest.
"Hydra's not after me. At least not right now. They're after you."
Logan dropped his pool stick on the table, and turned to face X23.
"What?!"
"And everyone else here." She added. Logan growled angrily, slamming his fist on the pool table. It left a small dent. "Madame Hydra did not parish in that explosion a few months ago. I didn't doubt her ways of escaping even since that day. So I've tracked her. And now she had plans to attack this place. I don't know what she wants, but all I know is you need to be prepared."
"Any idea when, kid?" Logan asked. X23 ignored his negligence to her hatred of him calling her a kid.
"Tonight."
"Tonight?!"
"Has your hearing weakened? That's what I said." X23 snapped gruffly. Logan moved past her, and pulled her along after him. "Let me go!"
"You need to get out of here." The larger man answered simply. X23 smacked his grip away furiously.
"Did you not understand?!" She cried out. "They don't want be! I came to warn you! There's someone else!"
"What do you mean?" Logan asked her gruffly.
"You don't think Hydra would just attack the X-men, do you?! Maybe if they wanted you or me, but they would do it a different way. Hydra is working for someone! They're probably getting something in exchange, but someone else wants the X-men split up or captured! Or...oh no!"
"What is it?!" Logan demanded, looking concernedly at his younger clone.
"Unless Hydra only wants certain mutants. You have to prepare everyone! If catches the X-men off guard, then the ones wanted will be capture, but the other X-men will be in great danger! There's no telling what Hydra will to do any mutants who stand in the way when they are not the wanted mutants! Tell Charles Xavier!" X23 informed him, her voice rising. Logan immediately took off out of the room, X23 trailing his heels.
Only minutes later were they in front of Charles' door. Logan flung it open, startling the telepath in his wheelchair. A blue furred mutant on his feet and knuckles was next to him, looking uneasy. X23 slightly recognized the ape like mutant.
"Logan what is it?!" The man asked quickly.
"We gotta get everyone outta here, now! Hydra's planning a capture and assault attack!" Logan blurted. Charles Xavier seemed to slightly recalled Hydra, but he recognized the danger of the situation.
But before he expressed his thoughts verbally, an explosion rang out that shook the room. X23 grunted as she was thrown off her feet. The Professor was tipped over, but the man next to him caught him. Logan helped X23 up.
"They're here!!" She screamed, and immediately turned toward the large window behind a desk that exploded suddenly. The four mutants were far enough away to not get sprayed by the shattered glass. Both Logan and X23's claws shot out, ready to battle.
A woman dropped inside the office, a smile playing on her face. X23 instantly recognized the woman as Madame Hydra. The dark green hair and green lipstick and eyeshadow weren't the only obvious traits. X23 had never forgotten the woman's scent. She was of course, the woman X23 had hated for so long. It had been Madame Hydra who had ordered her to undergo the Weapon X project. And X23's taste for revenge had yet to be satisfied.
"Go Logan, find the others!!" X23 demanded, not taking her gaze off Madame Hydra. "Hurray, I'll be fine!!"
Logan reluctantly retracted his claws, and followed Hank and Charles out of the room.
The winds of the thunderstorm scattered objects in the office, as the rain also started to pour into the opening in the window.
"Viper, I knew you survived." X23 whispered darkly, addressing her differently. The woman in front of her laughed and flipped her hair back. "I'm surprised you aren't still afraid of me like you were when we last met."
"It has been a while. But now I have changed, but my views are the same."
"I know you're in on a deal. What's your reward?"
Viper smirked and simply nodded.
"You, X23. Of course, I receive other payments. But being able to fight and capture you is pleasure enough as of now. Once you are back under Hydra's control, I will be much happier." She answered, and settled into a fighting stance.
"I am the one who will make you pay for what you did to me." X23 retorted angrily.
"Ha, that's a lot coming from a child." Viper scoffed.
"I am not, a child!!!"
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Bobby Drake waved his team on, beckoning them towards the X- jet. Since the defeat of Apocalypse, he had been put in charge as leader of the New Mutants, even though they weren't really new anymore. But alas, the group had yet to come up with any kind of team name, so they kept that.
Recently, the roster had grown, as Jubilation Lee and Rahne Sinclair had come back. Danielle Moonstar had also joined them, having been to the institute just before the battle with Apocalypse.
The New Mutants were powerful, but Bobby knew when to follow orders. Having just received a telepathic message from the Professor, ordering him to collect his team and escape in the X-jet. Bobby had not objected, but since the explosion he had heard, it nagged him that he didn't know what was happening.
Bobby led his team across the underground hanger, straight towards the X-jet. But a team of soldiers intercepted them, coming in from a blown up entrance into the hanger. There weren't many of them, only about an even number between them and the New Mutants. But they had energy guns, and Bobby wanted to escape fast. At least then maybe he could organize his thoughts and find out what was happening.
Along with Ray and Sam, Bobby took the offense, firing ice missiles that he had recently started to create for weaponry. They quickly took down some of the soldiers, as Ray and Sam cleaned up the rest with their respective powers.
The three made their way into the X-jet, regrouping with the New Mutants who were already buckled in and ready.
Ray took a seat next to Tabitha. Sam took the controls, as Bobby took the position of flying the aircraft. His piloting skills had increased greatly, and now he was an expert.
After two minutes, the X-jet shot out in to the rainy weather, ascending toward the dark storm clouds.
Bobby knew whatever was happening, that it meant trouble for the X-men. He just hoped the rest of them escaped as well.
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Scott Summers clutched the hand of his redhead girlfriend, as she lay unconscious on the floor next to him. He stroked her face, and brushed a red lock back, wanting so much to see her smile.
But a long gash in his arm reminded him of the situation at hand. Scott sat up on the ground, checking his wound. The sleeve of his blue sweatshirt had been split, as it hung down at his shoulder, baring his arm. The gash was not too deep, but the sleeve of his undershirt had been ripped as well.
Scott slipped off the sweatshirt, and wrapped it around his arm, hoping to stop the bleeding. His shirt underneath had a long rip over his chest and was soaked with sweat.
As Scott finished making a bandage for his wound, he quickly moved upon Jean, checking for injuries. She was unconscious, but faring better than him.
"Ah, just the people I wanted to see." A cold and sinister voice suddenly greeted from the shadows. Scott spun around; fingers ready to rip his shades off. But there was no one visible. The owner of the voice was somewhere hidden in the shadows of the foyer.
Scott adjusted his shades so a little bit of scarlet energy would emit a glow around him. The red light casted an eerie feeling around the room.
But then a similar glow but different in color caught his attention. Twin bright green lights were shining in the shadows. But then, they shot out like force beams, slamming the already weakened Scott into a wall. The X-men leader dropped onto his knees, and then feel onto his back.
Just as Scott started to drift into unconsciousness, the voice spoke again.
"Don't worry, Mr. Summers. Mrs. Grey will be in my cautious care. Although, I can't guarantee the safety of your other friends. That's Hydra's choice."
"Who the hell are you?!" Scott asked angrily, his words coming out slow.
He received no answer, only silence. But then a hand grabbed onto the front of his already ripped undershirt, and tore most of the front off. A needle pierced his side as something was injected into him, and his sweatshirt was pulled off his arm, revealing a still bleeding wound.
Scott moved his hand along the slick sweat on his bare chest, and then moved along his side, searching for the needle. Whatever it had injected him with; it had been quick, as the needle was already gone. He tried to sit up and swat at whatever was in front of him, but he suddenly felt dull and even more exhausted.
"Sleep tight, Mr. Summers." The same ominous voice spat from the shadows.
And then, Scott Summers drifted off; unaware of everything that was going on. All he knew, was the X-men were in danger, and he could not do anything to stop it.
A/N: So, how'd you like it? This is the beginning to a chain of massive events that follow the X-men after their Apocalypse battle. One thing leads to another as trouble always find the X-men. Expect new faces from the comics to pop up sooner or later, as well as characters that only briefly stared in the show. Questions and tips welcomed. Please review.