Apocalypse Now
He strode towards the front door, gravel crunching beneath his feet. The Mansion's security systems lay in tatters back down the path, sparking like the Roman Candles he loved so dearly. He loved everything about bonfire night, and if he had checked his watch, that still hadn't been adjusted to the new time zone, he would have realised he was missing it. A moment of nostalgia surfaced, leaving him with a slight homesickness that he hadn't felt in years. He hadn't ever felt guilty about leaving home before, so why now? Maybe it was the relationship he had left behind. With a tear in his eye, he pressed the front doorbell. No one answered. He tried again. The doorbell was probably on the same circuit as the security systems, he realised, meaning that they were dysfunctional as a full lock-down was in progress. Either that or the people inside were waiting for him to bust through. Eager not to disappoint, Dante took a step back. With a swift kick at the antique hinges, the door came down with a thud. Dante walked onto the flattened door with boots that clicked as he strode across the beautiful panelling of the Georgian Era.
"Knock, knock!"
A young man of about twenty was preparing to launch himself at the would-be intruder.
"Cannonball, you do know that if you have a cold, your powers are liable to in-predictability," said Dante, slyly, turning his head as he spoke. The evening light issued through the now open front door, glistening against his shoulder length chestnut brown hair.
"Huh?" Came the confused response.
"He means that if you sneeze you will go bouncing around the room like a hyperactive chipmunk, and we will all go into fits of hysterics." Said Bobby, trying to be helpful. Dante walked forward three more steps before being confronted by a man named Wolverine, who had adamantium in his bones and an angered expression on his fevered brow. Braver men than Dante had shied away from a fight with the man who could heal at four times the natural rate. Fortunately, Dante knew his limits.
"Move out of my way," said Dante, coldly.
"Make me," smirked the six-foot homme de guerre. Stretching his head so he could get eye to eye with him, Dante smiled back, saying,
"Anything you say." With a twist of a taut arm, Wolverine was flying head first towards a brick wall.
"What did you do to Logan?" Screamed a pretty girl with a southern accent. She started pounding her way across the hallway to the scene of the crime. Her boyfriend, Bobby, pulled her back, saying,
"You know he'll be fine, so what's the problem? If you go up against him, judging by the state Logan's in, you'll end up in a much worse state." This sparked a whispered argument between the two lovebirds. Shaking his head, Dante moved on, his goal still within his sight. He was two feet away from the door that he had been meaning to go through for the past three years, when,
"Dante, how long as it been?"
"Too long Aurora," he said, smilingly addressing the stunning black woman with the snow-white hair as she came strolling down the stairs, "but as it is, I have important business with Professor Xavier."
"Time for another family reunion, eh?" she said, jokingly.
"Ha, ha. Very witty. Uncle or not, this has nothing to do with family bonds."
"Guess I'll find out later then. Have fun." With that she wandered over to Logan, and helped him out of the wall.
Finally, he was up against the door that signalled the end of a year's journey. Beyond it sat a man who was powerful in a way that hadn't been seen for over a hundred years. Although they were family, the two men hadn't come face to face before, and so only knew each other by photos that had been taken five, ten or even fifteen years past. An eternity passed as Dante took a deep breath and slammed the double doors open.
Ok, this is my first story so PLEASE REVIEW!!! If there are any spelling errors, let me know and I'll change them. I don't own any of the character or concepts, I am just borrowing them!
Ta.
Monsieur Le Author.