Guardian: My city, my protectorate
By Xenomorph666
Disclaimer: I own Vile, HOMe, Macto and the Angel twins. Everything else is owned by Marvel or Disney. Mike Harrigan is owned by FOX as well as Aliens.
Summary: 1 year after his defeat by HOMe and acceptance from the Morlocks, Vile has found his way to LA and adopted it as his home after a fateful night full of tragedy.
Brothers and rain
We had taken all of the X-Men inside for the night, although only Wolverine was awake at the moment. Frank mad sure that all of them would be comfortable when they came to, Mystique though took extra special care of Nightcrawler and Rogue, it didn't take me long to find out why either.
"Think you can just come and care for them one night and everything you've done will go away?" Wolverine growled as he unsheathed his claws the second he noticed her attending to them.
"No, Logan, I don't. But tell me how can you respect one whose willing to atone for his past of evil and condemn another who felt she was doing the right thing. How can you?" Mystique asked.
"Easy, no parent should ever hurt their children, ever." He seemed to spite the words at her, and then it hit me. Kurt and Rogue were her children. I put my hand on he shoulder as she turned his face away from Logan, I could tell inside she was crying.
"You should apologize." I told Logan as I followed him out to the jet, it was starting to rain and he just gave me a look and growled. We never saw eye to eye, why should the treatment of someone like Mystique be any different.
"When you get to know what Mystique is really like trust me it'll take HOMe to hold you from killing her." He snapped at me, I suppose he thought I was clueless.
"You mean of how she Magneto experimented on her son, and she dropped him in a river to protect and hide him? Or how she hoped to protect her son and daughter by aligning with a powerful mutant. They sound more like concern than anything else, considering both times she put her self at the greatest risk." He was shocked, but it didn't throw him of his warpath.
"She's as bad if not worse than Magneto." He said simply.
"At one point I made Magneto seem like a child in comparison and yet now you for the most part can trust me. People can change Wolverine, most of all I am a testament to that fact." I grabbed one of the cases they had brought incase of a medical emergency for HOMe.
"Idiot." He grunted behind me. I ignored him, I had now time for one of his childish quarrels. I took the case to Frank who was having a rather long psychological analysis done by the now awake Beast. I decided to relieve him and asked him to tend to HOMe.
"You know he sees you as his brother." Hank said as he sipped down some coffee.
"We aren't brother's." The same old argument was about to begin, like always.
"Oh but I beg to differ. You share them same soul, care for the same people as family and on some level share a core genetic similarity." His usual argument. Time for mine.
"I would rather he be dead eleven time over than be related to me." I said simply, it usually ended here.
"Why?" The question in its simplicity stunned me. Why didn't I want him to consider himself my brother, my family? Why would I hesitate at his company and warmth? The answer was obvious to me, but apparently not to them.
"Monster's don't have family." I walked away to leave him in his silence, but instead he came back again.
"And who exactly is the monster?" Was he trying to make me angry?
"I AM! OR HAVEN'T YOU SEEN THE REPORTS?" My face was only inches from his and my claws were buried deep in the wall next to his head. It took Logan and Frank to pry me away as the others were coming to. I decided to make my way to the roof, I needed air.
On the roof I was free to think about my past, a subject that pained me beyond belief. I hated what I was, but what could I do to change it? Nothing, I was what I was, and nothing could change it. I sighed as I rolled the thoughts over in my head.
Nothing made sense anymore, I had an insane clone bent on killing everything I held dear running around, HOMe was becoming braver than I remembered, I had lost the only person I considered a friend. I think that was my greatest pain, losing Father Horn. He was the only person besides Sarah who understood me or at least saw me as something other than a monster.
"RAGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!" I roared into the screaming rain. My emotions were winning out and I could no longer hide them. "WHO'S DOING THIS TO ME? WHO KEEPS TAKING EVERYTHING I CARE ABOUT?! WHY MUST I SUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFEEEEEEERRRR!!!!" My screams set off car alarms and my fits of chucking rubble broke more than a few windows.
When I came down from the roof I could tell they had tried to ignore my fit, but they all held a concerned look in their eyes, even Logan looked worried. I hated that feeling, it felt like I was wrong for having all of this pain I couldn't help but have. I hated them for that look I hated myself for causing it. I simply hated.
"Leave me alone." I said as I left through the front door. I grabbed Frank's largest trench coat, it had more than enough girth to help hide my body. At least enough to fool someone who didn't look to hard.
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Leto was yelping with joy when he arrived back at the grounds. He had managed to save more than a few of the diggers from one of the other digs in the valley, and had forced them to open the seal. When he had retuned with the girl to find that the seal was now broken and a path to his queen lay ahead of him. As he walked along the path he held the girl tightly wrapped in his tail. He took her to the center of the room, which had a rather peculiar table, and laid her down on it.
"Rest girl, for the queen will be with you soon." He let a slight laugh escape as he walked back, taking notice that something had smashed all of the egg sacks save for the queen's. He took note of a strange clacking overhead and the fact that he was being watched by a hunters eyes. This was going to be a unique experience, for the both of them, once he resealed the crypt anyway.
He laughed heartily as the massive stone door was once again closed. Soon after screams were heard from his side, as well as many pleads for mercy and lots of crying. Then silence as his laughter grew.