Brotherhood Evolution: The Crimson Dawn, Part III: Search for the Crimson Dawn.
Summary: Omega and Wolverine search for the mythical liquid that is Psylocke's last hope for survival
Disclaimer: I own only the character of Michael Nagrite and the idea's behind this fic.
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The Sanctum of Doctor Strange
"Intriguing." Dr. Strange said as he dipped his fingers into the scrying pool of wisdom. "The images in my scrying pool are clear. The X-Men and Brotherhood are about to release catastrophic magic. They will need my help, whether they know it or not." Dr. Strange said as he focused and used his powers of Asteral projection to float over New York, looking for Omega and Wolverine. "An ill wind blows through the city this night. It is though the shadows themselves wish to stop the two intrepid warriors from completion of their quest. While I have sensed that their motives are pure, I suspect Wolverine and Omega have not fathomed about the power of the forces they may unleash upon this helpless city." Dr. Strange said as he floated around, searching for the two would be saviors.
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Little Asia, on Manhattan's lower east side.
"This is a waste of time Logan." Mike Nagrite muttered as he and Logan stood outside of the teahouse.
"Look kid, you didn't have to come. In fact I'd be better off alone. Now are you in or out."
"I'm in. But so help me old man, if anything happens to Betsy and I'm not there…" Mike said before Logan cut him off.
"She ain't going to die kid, not if you shut your trap..." Logan said as he walked into the tea bar. "… And trust me."
"Trust you. Sure. I must be an idiot." Mike muttered as he followed him and sat down where he was sitting.
"Yea kid, you must be. This may come as a shock to you Nagrite, but you and me, and most people? We don't own the world. We share it with things you can't even imagine in your nightmares. Just like we keep t'ourselves. They keep to themselves. Mostly." Logan said as he faced Omega, neither one noticing the sign in the background. One of the letters got up and ran off. "But tonight…Betsy needs somethin' from them. An you and I have come t'get it."
"She's already being medically treated at the mansion…" Mike said.
"She don't need Medicine, kid. Medicine ain't what turned her into a ninja, was it? And medicine ain't gonna save her kid. You and me, and a heapful of dumb luck is all that's gonna save her." Logan said as the letter ran off and down what seemed like stories of piping into a small chamber. The letter ran up to an individual whose eyes were glowing green.
"They are here you say? Of course they are. Somehow they always come when they need something, don't they?" The figure said as he gave a cruel smile
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Back in the teahouse
"Shouldn't we at least call the mansion?" Mike asked. "Lance probably would like to know where we… Are you even listening to me old man?" Mike asked as Logan sniffed the air.
"Quite kid. I'm catching scents in the room. I don't have time to blab."
"Okay, that's it." Mike muttered as he got up. "I don't know why I let you convince me about this fantasy quest of for some mythical elixir that MIGHT save Betsy! I won't…"
"Sit down kid." Logan interrupted him.
"Forget it X-Geek. It's time you faced facts. All those driving lessons with Shadowcat have finally driven you off your rocker." Mike said as Logan grabbed his arm.
"You're to self absorbed to see other possibilities." Logan said as he tightened his grip. "Now sit down or I tear your arm off." Logan said as Mike sat down in silence. "Betsy is a ninja now. When her body was transformed by the 'Hand', there where certain thing's she went through, certain parts o' her changed. Forever. She became something more than human. As well as something less, too."
"Okay." Mike said simply. "Assuming you right, why aren't we rushing her back to the Mandarin (The official title of the 'Hand') instead of sitting in a tea house in little Asia?"
"You saw the damage Creed did to her body, Mike. No way she could be stitched together enough to make the trip and survive, 'sides everything we need to help her is right here."
"So you say. " Mike said as he lifted a teacup to his mouth, ready to drink the steaming hot liquid.
"This city, just like others in chock full of Mystic forces kid. " Wolverine said as he slapped the tea out of Omega's hand. "You just got to know where to look." Logan said a huge mist creature rose up from the broken cup and liquid on the floor. "And for the record. I told ya so." Logan said as he unleashed his claws. Meanwhile all the humans had cleared out of the teahouse, leaving only the two mutants to battle.
"So you did." Mike muttered as the creature attacked them without any words. Logan was sent flying into the wall as Mike unleashed his tendricals and attacked the thing, tearing into it.
"Ergh." Mike muttered as he stalled his attack, holding his sides. "I thought that I could ignore my own injuries until Betsy was better and rely on my healing factor to see me through this fight." Mike muttered as Wolverine attacked the Mist creature. "Guess I was wrong." Mike muttered as he got up.
"Omega's in a world o' hurt. But he's still fightin' like there's no tomorrow." Wolverine thought as he scanned the room. "Maybe I haven't given these Brotherhood kids enough credit." Logan thought as Mike dove toward the thing, tearing it to pieces. Wolverine then spotted an old woman sitting in the corner, smiling. Wolverine ran over to her and dug his claws into the woman's back. She fell onto the table as the mist creature disappeared.
"Thanks." Mike muttered as he withdrew his tendricals. "But I thought you X-Geeks don't kill people. Especially old women." Mike muttered as Logan stood over the fallen woman.
"Who says this is a woman." Wolverine muttered as he buried his hands into the woman's back and pulled out a small elderly man, dressed like a monk.
"Who the hell..?" Mike muttered as he watched Logan set the old man on the table.
"Mike Nagrite, meet Gomurr, the Ancient. Gomurr, Mike." Logan said as the old man got up.
"Ahhh, Logan-san. It has been too long. Que pasa?"
"Nothing for you to worry about short stuff." Logan muttered.
"Ah I see the years have not taught you respect for your elders." Gomurr said as he lit Wolverine's cigar with a flaming finger. "Good. Some people are meant to be as they always were."
"Whatever." Logan muttered.
"There has been much that has changed Logan-san. There are ill tidings in the air. It is very strange." Gomurr said as he sat down.
"Wolverine, I don't want to be rude…" Mike began.
"Don't worry kid, I'll be rude enough for the both of us." Logan said as he got into Gomurr's face. "Gomurr, the kid and I are here for one thing and one thing only. A pint of the Crimson Dawn from the Ebon Vein… And we've elected you to guide us there." Logan said as Gomurr's eyes grew to twice their original size due to fear.
"Madness! He who seeks the Crimson Dawn finds only death!" Gomurr said as he hopped off of the table. "I wish you good luck on your quest, but I have no reason to accompany you." Gomurr said.
"Let me give you a few." Logan said as he popped his claws on his hand, with the exception of the middle one. He held it under Gomurr's chin, the two claws on either side of his face. "There's two. How about thr…"
"Perhaps I've been hasty." Gomurr said with a smile as he interrupted Logan's count. "After all, the sooner we get there, the sooner we leave." Gomurr said as he turned around. Right into Dr. Strange's Asteral form. "Eep." Gomurr said as he saw Strange.
"Going somewhere Gomurr?" Dr. Strange said as he faced the three gathered warriors.
"Half-pint is doin us a favor doc. Got a problem with that." Logan said as he popped his claws.
"Not at all. In fact I plan on joining you on this trip." Dr. Strange said as he floated next to them.
"Sez you." Logan muttered before Omega got in between them.
"Listen old man, I don't care whether of not Satan himself want to join us, but we are moving out NOW!" Mike said sternly. "Every second we waste, Betsy is that much closer to dying!"
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Next Time on Brotherhood Evolution: The Crimson Dawn, Part IV: A Crimson Colored Soul. Join us next time when this strange foursome hunts down the only chance Psylocke has to survive.
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Until Next time True believers,
Descendent
Summary: Omega and Wolverine search for the mythical liquid that is Psylocke's last hope for survival
Disclaimer: I own only the character of Michael Nagrite and the idea's behind this fic.
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The Sanctum of Doctor Strange
"Intriguing." Dr. Strange said as he dipped his fingers into the scrying pool of wisdom. "The images in my scrying pool are clear. The X-Men and Brotherhood are about to release catastrophic magic. They will need my help, whether they know it or not." Dr. Strange said as he focused and used his powers of Asteral projection to float over New York, looking for Omega and Wolverine. "An ill wind blows through the city this night. It is though the shadows themselves wish to stop the two intrepid warriors from completion of their quest. While I have sensed that their motives are pure, I suspect Wolverine and Omega have not fathomed about the power of the forces they may unleash upon this helpless city." Dr. Strange said as he floated around, searching for the two would be saviors.
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Little Asia, on Manhattan's lower east side.
"This is a waste of time Logan." Mike Nagrite muttered as he and Logan stood outside of the teahouse.
"Look kid, you didn't have to come. In fact I'd be better off alone. Now are you in or out."
"I'm in. But so help me old man, if anything happens to Betsy and I'm not there…" Mike said before Logan cut him off.
"She ain't going to die kid, not if you shut your trap..." Logan said as he walked into the tea bar. "… And trust me."
"Trust you. Sure. I must be an idiot." Mike muttered as he followed him and sat down where he was sitting.
"Yea kid, you must be. This may come as a shock to you Nagrite, but you and me, and most people? We don't own the world. We share it with things you can't even imagine in your nightmares. Just like we keep t'ourselves. They keep to themselves. Mostly." Logan said as he faced Omega, neither one noticing the sign in the background. One of the letters got up and ran off. "But tonight…Betsy needs somethin' from them. An you and I have come t'get it."
"She's already being medically treated at the mansion…" Mike said.
"She don't need Medicine, kid. Medicine ain't what turned her into a ninja, was it? And medicine ain't gonna save her kid. You and me, and a heapful of dumb luck is all that's gonna save her." Logan said as the letter ran off and down what seemed like stories of piping into a small chamber. The letter ran up to an individual whose eyes were glowing green.
"They are here you say? Of course they are. Somehow they always come when they need something, don't they?" The figure said as he gave a cruel smile
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Back in the teahouse
"Shouldn't we at least call the mansion?" Mike asked. "Lance probably would like to know where we… Are you even listening to me old man?" Mike asked as Logan sniffed the air.
"Quite kid. I'm catching scents in the room. I don't have time to blab."
"Okay, that's it." Mike muttered as he got up. "I don't know why I let you convince me about this fantasy quest of for some mythical elixir that MIGHT save Betsy! I won't…"
"Sit down kid." Logan interrupted him.
"Forget it X-Geek. It's time you faced facts. All those driving lessons with Shadowcat have finally driven you off your rocker." Mike said as Logan grabbed his arm.
"You're to self absorbed to see other possibilities." Logan said as he tightened his grip. "Now sit down or I tear your arm off." Logan said as Mike sat down in silence. "Betsy is a ninja now. When her body was transformed by the 'Hand', there where certain thing's she went through, certain parts o' her changed. Forever. She became something more than human. As well as something less, too."
"Okay." Mike said simply. "Assuming you right, why aren't we rushing her back to the Mandarin (The official title of the 'Hand') instead of sitting in a tea house in little Asia?"
"You saw the damage Creed did to her body, Mike. No way she could be stitched together enough to make the trip and survive, 'sides everything we need to help her is right here."
"So you say. " Mike said as he lifted a teacup to his mouth, ready to drink the steaming hot liquid.
"This city, just like others in chock full of Mystic forces kid. " Wolverine said as he slapped the tea out of Omega's hand. "You just got to know where to look." Logan said a huge mist creature rose up from the broken cup and liquid on the floor. "And for the record. I told ya so." Logan said as he unleashed his claws. Meanwhile all the humans had cleared out of the teahouse, leaving only the two mutants to battle.
"So you did." Mike muttered as the creature attacked them without any words. Logan was sent flying into the wall as Mike unleashed his tendricals and attacked the thing, tearing into it.
"Ergh." Mike muttered as he stalled his attack, holding his sides. "I thought that I could ignore my own injuries until Betsy was better and rely on my healing factor to see me through this fight." Mike muttered as Wolverine attacked the Mist creature. "Guess I was wrong." Mike muttered as he got up.
"Omega's in a world o' hurt. But he's still fightin' like there's no tomorrow." Wolverine thought as he scanned the room. "Maybe I haven't given these Brotherhood kids enough credit." Logan thought as Mike dove toward the thing, tearing it to pieces. Wolverine then spotted an old woman sitting in the corner, smiling. Wolverine ran over to her and dug his claws into the woman's back. She fell onto the table as the mist creature disappeared.
"Thanks." Mike muttered as he withdrew his tendricals. "But I thought you X-Geeks don't kill people. Especially old women." Mike muttered as Logan stood over the fallen woman.
"Who says this is a woman." Wolverine muttered as he buried his hands into the woman's back and pulled out a small elderly man, dressed like a monk.
"Who the hell..?" Mike muttered as he watched Logan set the old man on the table.
"Mike Nagrite, meet Gomurr, the Ancient. Gomurr, Mike." Logan said as the old man got up.
"Ahhh, Logan-san. It has been too long. Que pasa?"
"Nothing for you to worry about short stuff." Logan muttered.
"Ah I see the years have not taught you respect for your elders." Gomurr said as he lit Wolverine's cigar with a flaming finger. "Good. Some people are meant to be as they always were."
"Whatever." Logan muttered.
"There has been much that has changed Logan-san. There are ill tidings in the air. It is very strange." Gomurr said as he sat down.
"Wolverine, I don't want to be rude…" Mike began.
"Don't worry kid, I'll be rude enough for the both of us." Logan said as he got into Gomurr's face. "Gomurr, the kid and I are here for one thing and one thing only. A pint of the Crimson Dawn from the Ebon Vein… And we've elected you to guide us there." Logan said as Gomurr's eyes grew to twice their original size due to fear.
"Madness! He who seeks the Crimson Dawn finds only death!" Gomurr said as he hopped off of the table. "I wish you good luck on your quest, but I have no reason to accompany you." Gomurr said.
"Let me give you a few." Logan said as he popped his claws on his hand, with the exception of the middle one. He held it under Gomurr's chin, the two claws on either side of his face. "There's two. How about thr…"
"Perhaps I've been hasty." Gomurr said with a smile as he interrupted Logan's count. "After all, the sooner we get there, the sooner we leave." Gomurr said as he turned around. Right into Dr. Strange's Asteral form. "Eep." Gomurr said as he saw Strange.
"Going somewhere Gomurr?" Dr. Strange said as he faced the three gathered warriors.
"Half-pint is doin us a favor doc. Got a problem with that." Logan said as he popped his claws.
"Not at all. In fact I plan on joining you on this trip." Dr. Strange said as he floated next to them.
"Sez you." Logan muttered before Omega got in between them.
"Listen old man, I don't care whether of not Satan himself want to join us, but we are moving out NOW!" Mike said sternly. "Every second we waste, Betsy is that much closer to dying!"
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Next Time on Brotherhood Evolution: The Crimson Dawn, Part IV: A Crimson Colored Soul. Join us next time when this strange foursome hunts down the only chance Psylocke has to survive.
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Until Next time True believers,
Descendent