Shouts outs:
Uncanny R-Man: You bet! This "new" Jean will be ready to cause lots of trouble. Right now though, she's working with someone though. And the other half of Mystique's team is revealed, but not obviously. You might have to read carefully to find out.
Riderazzo: Look for more Lancitty later too! And plenty o' Spidey to go around!
SickMindedSucker: Well, I could tell you don't like Miss Perfect. I wasn't a really big fan of hers before, but I didn't hate her. But when I read a really great story called "Manipulating Evolution" by Purity Black, it really changed my view of Jean. But that was because Jean was EVIL in it. But now I think she's cooler, at least when she's not screaming for Scott or other stuff. But I still don't mind Jott, it's just that Jean has so much potential to be really cool. Plus she's powerful. Glad you liked the part with Warren and Remy, they'll appear in this chapter too. I hope this update is quick enough.
Agent-G: Ok, I understand. The pure chaos is over now, as the plot developes more. And I also get where you're coming from. The guys did really get beat up on, and I hope the first part of that chapter clears that up for you. And I'll try to follow your advice. Thanks.
Karakin: Thanks, and this will have Romy, but just not centered on it. But two will probably still have good moments together.
DragonFoxx: Thank you.
Xcoolcomic: Yes! And it shall thicken more! Glad you love it.
Disclaimer: Nope...don't own Spidey or the X-men.
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(Can you trace her, Professor?)
Charles Xavier sat silently in front of Cerebro, as he replaced the headgear back onto the machine.
(I'm sorry Scott. The Symbiote's powers have amplified Jean's strength. She's in Bayville somewhere, but that's all I can get. I'm sorry.)
Charles diminished the telepathic link before he could feel Scott's anger. He too felt bad that Jean could not be saved.
They had all explained it to him only an hour ago. Peter mostly, as he seemed to know the most. Scott had brooded in the back of the group, and Charles couldn't blame him. Even without his telepathy he could tell what Scott was thinking. Scott, along with Peter, Sam, Lance, and Bobby were all in the infirmary with Hank being treating them for their injuries. Hank had made it clear they weren't going anywhere for a while. A guilty feeling had surged through Charles when he'd found how easily someone had broken in and hurt his students. The man, Eddie Brock, was in the infirmary as well. Not for injuries, but to recover. When he was better, Charles planned to read the man's thoughts to get the answers he'd yet to receive. With the man's consent of course.
Charles wheeled out of Cerebro, quietly moving through the dark underground halls. Knowing Jean well, he hoped she could combat the alien that controlled her. Moreover, he hoped she could figure out its plans before they were put into motion.
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Back at the Brotherhood house, a plan was forming.
"Jus do dis, okay?" Remy stated, moving closer to Warren. Both were exhausted and alone, but they were ready to escape. Warren nodded in acceptance, and shuffled along the ground toward Remy. Once they got back to back, he moved his arms as much as he could, and was able to reach into Remy's pocket. He quickly felt the tip of a playing card, and struggled to pull it out. Finally, he removed his hand, barely clutching the Ace of Spades in his fingers.
"Here," whispered Warren, and tossed the card in front of Remy.
"Thank you, mon ami!" Remy added quickly, and easily picked up the card, as his hands and arms were tied in front of him. "Now let's bust out!"
Charging the card with kinetic energy, Remy cut right through his binds, freeing himself. He did the same for Warren as well.
So homme, should we dice this place up good?" Remy asked with a smirk, revealing two more charged cards. Warren, who was the more serious of the two, shook his head.
"No, if we did they would know we're free and they could overpower us. There's the shapeshifter and her team or four."
"But who else was dere? I couldn't get a good look." Remy added.
Warren furrowed his brow, "I didn't get a good look either, but there voice sounded familiar. Only a little though."
"Did you hear something?" A female voice asked from just outside the door.
"Yeah, I think those hunks are planning something. It's too bad that they're our prisoners, I'd sure like to get to know them if you know what I mean!" A second, higher pitch voice replied.
"Hey, dat dame sure likes us. Maybe I can seduce some information out of her." Remy suggested with a sly grin. Warren looked at him dully.
"Forget it, that girl can fantasize all she wants, but we're getting out of here!" He whispered back in a hushed tone.
"Fine by me, winged man."
Remy charged a handful of cards, and quickly tossed them toward the wall. It exploded in a cloud of dust and energy, sending chunks outside onto the lawn below. Cold air greeted them as they rushed the hole in the wall.
"Hey, they're getting away!!!" A green haired girl screamed behind them. With her emotions, all the metal in the room shuddered.
"No they're not!" The other girl shouted menacingly, and waved her palms through the air. A pack of cards that Remy held in his hands started to glow with kinetic energy that he had not summoned. Realizing instantly, he tried to throw the cards away, but they exploded after leaving an inch from his hand. The explosion tore into him, throwing Remy out the window and smacking into a floating Warren. The winged mutant was only slightly fazed, but Remy had dropped down and crashed onto the hood of a parked car. Warren immediately dropped onto the ground next to him.
"How much do you weigh, Cajun?" He asked urgently.
Taking it as a joke, Remy replied, "Hey, I eat a lot of spicy stuff but I ain't fat!"
Figuring that Remy had a lot of muscle and would be heavy, Warren still picked him up off the car. Thankfully he worked out enough to easily picked him up. With the strength of his wings, Warren propelled himself into the air, making sure to hold Remy so he wouldn't fall.
Behind them though, the slightly crushed car lifted into the air, moving dangerously near them. The green haired girl floating in front of them was manipulating the metal inside of it. It suddenly charged toward them, having already been stretched and crushed into a ball. Warren flapped his snow colored wings furiously to avoid the dangerous projectile. As it whizzed by, a jagged piece of metal slashed his arms, causing his hold on Remy to slip. Gripping his other hand tighter around Remy's arm, Warren continued to escape through the air.
"Sorry if this causes you discomfort," apologized Warren, as he picked up speeds while dragging Remy by his arm. Warren's slashed arm hung at his side, not wanting to strain it.
"Hey homme, I've been through worst. But I'm gonna help us escape a little better."
Remy charged one of the few remaining ones he had, and forcefully threw it at the girl who started to fly after them. But once again his card turned on him, bending inches from the girl and facing back at Remy and Warren. The other girl, dressed in crimson and black, was holding her fist out and directing the card back at its user. Remy was sure that both girls were powerful mutants. One could manipulate metal, but the other had a more complicated power. But all is focus was the charged card that was sailing his way.
Before either of the two could pick up their pace, the cards speed increased. It exploded into Warren's arm that had been holding Remy. The explosion fumed up him, as his hold on Remy broke. The Cajun caught that top of a lamppost, hanging casually. Warren started to drop back toward the ground, unable to keep flying. Reacting quickly, Remy reached out and snagged his ankle, barely keeping the winged mutant from plunging onto the concrete sidewalk below them.
To his dismay, Remy watched as the lamppost stretched and bent under the influence of the green haired mutant. He kept a tight grip on Warren though, even when the end of the lamppost wrapped around his arm like a cord, and started to crush it.
"Hey Warren, please tell me dat you can land safely on the ground. I can't hold you anymore, mon ami!"
Warren nodded a bit, his features covered in soot. Holding on a second more, Remy finally eased up and then released him. Warren landed in a rough roll, making his landing a little softer. His pure white wings were now covered in soot and a little blood from his wound. Soot also covered part of his bare chest as well. He clutched his bleeding arm, but did it carefully as his other one was burnt.
"Now to save myself," remarked Remy, as he tapped the lamppost with his finger. The kinetic energy cut through it, freeing him at last. Thankfully he had not heard any bones cracking. But his arm was still stinging in pain. Both men were weakened and could not escape. Their plans had been shattered, and they were still prisoners.
"Aw, it looks like you two got hurt. You know, you should have just stayed there. I would have treated you nice..." The green haired mutant trailed off as she set foot on the ground near Remy. She kneeled down and gave a saucy smile. She gingerly touched his injured arms, running along his skin. The Cajun refused to even flinch, as the girl knowingly or not sent waves of pain through his arm.
"What're doing, Lorna?" The other asked irritably as she joined her.
"Hey! You're not supposed to reveal my name!"
The other girl rolled her eyes and said, "Like it matters."
"And I was trying to make conversation with him. He may be our prisoner but that won't stop me." Lorna objected.
"Fine, whatever. Just make sure to bring them both back before Mystique finds out they almost escaped." The other girl commanded, and the walked back to the Brotherhood house. That helped the odds for Warren and Remy.
Remy turned his head just a little, and gaze Warren a hardly noticeable wink. The winged mutant gave a confused look back, but acknowledged it.
"Now, where were we?"
Remy gave a smirk and whispered, "Lorna, right? Did I tell you how much da green hair turns me on?"
Lorna was speechless, as she only smiled with delight.
"Really? I actually used to dye it brown. But now that I'm proud to be a powerful mutant, I let my true color show." She stated, smiling as she placed her hands on his chest and peered deep into his black and red eyes. "You know, your eyes are so mysterious."
Looking past Remy, Lorna finally noticed Warren had moved from his original spot.
"Oh no! Where'd that hunk with the wings go?" She asked in a panic.
"Right here!"
Lorna turned just as powerful wing smacked her to the side.
Remy hopped up to his feet, careful of his arm. As Angel started to fly into the air, Remy turned back toward Lorna.
"Actually, chere, green's my least favorite color."
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Alone in his office, Edward Kelly sat quietly at his desk. Having just finished writing his report on mutants, as well as a persuasive essay on his suggested Mutant Registration Act, he was exhausted. But his sheer determination do banish mutants from Bayville, or at least keep them under intense scrutiny, got him this far. And he wasn't about to slow his progress. It was too important to stop. As a mayor candidate, he planned on keeping everyone in Bayville safe from the monsters at Xavier's mansion. He'd only recently heard the powerful telepath had taken in the Brotherhood boys, which increase their numbers. He knew they were even more powerful and dangerous now.
So Kelly shuffled his papers, and leaned back in his chair to rest. All his work for the night was done, and the clock on his desk told him it was well past midnight. Not that it mattered, since his job was a top priority. Without being a principal, he had much more time to focus on his goals. Not that he could stand teaching the mutant teens. But he was at least glad that he could keep a watch on them.
Kelly sighed loudly, and reached for his cup of now cold coffee. Oddly, it inches backwards out of his grasp. Kelly reached again, but it moved back more. Still focused on the strange phenomenon, Kelly reached for it once again as it was on the end of his desk on the verge of falling. Instantly it shot above his grasp and into the air. Only then did he believe that it must be a mutant's doing, and quickly jumped out of his chair, as the cup of coffee smashed against his chair with force that sent the liquid inside spraying through the air.
The door suddenly slammed shut by itself.
"Telekinesis," he whispered to himself, realizing which mutant power was at work. His mind immediately rolled over the mutants he knew that had such gifts. A certain redhead's name popped up instantly.
Kelly gave an angry frown as he shouted, "Where are you Miss Grey?"
"Right here!" An eerily high pitch voice screeched, causing Kelly to jump out of his skin. In a panic he spun around searching for where the voice came from. He didn't see anyone else in the room.
A high-pitched shriek filled the room, causing Kelly to topple over in fear. He quickly spun onto his back, and came face to face with something other than a mutant.
"Hello!" A woman dressed in an all black suit with a white spider symbol on her chest screeched. The suit looked like it was made out of a strange material, as it grafted to her skin yet seemed very flexible. Flaring red locks bounced around slowly, like a small breeze had blown through the room.
"What are you?!" Kelly demanded, filled with false courage.
"What? You don't recognize me?" The woman asked wildly, and stepped back a little, her red hair flowing more violently. Kelly took this opportunity to gather his wits and get up onto his feet.
"You're a mutant, aren't you?!" Kelly asked with a disgusted tone. He suddenly found himself jerked into his desk forcefully.
"What do you have against mutants?"
The woman moved up closer to Kelly, causing him to tense up. Her penetrating pure white eyes frightened, as well as the long tongue that was sloshing about. Finally he put two and two together.
"J-Jean Grey?"
The woman smiled maliciously, folding her arms across her chest.
"What gave it away?"
Kelly backed to the side, until he was in front of the door. He slowly moved toward it with his hand behind his back, ready to grab the doorknob.
"Where you going Kelly?!"
Quickly flinging open the door, Kelly tried to escape. Only halfway through the doorway, the door slammed shut, bumping him into the railing around the main room. He careened over the side, but luckily held on as he hanged off the second floor.
"Why do you fear me? Aren't I just that perfect student and athlete that was so popular and talented? Aren't I just the girl you hated?!"
The black suit took on a hue of violet, as a thick, whip-shape part of the suit extended from her back. It lashed down and took a hold of Kelly's ankles. With a quick jerk, the mayor candidate was flung into the air where he hit a pillar and dropped onto a desk below.
The whip retracted back into the suit, and Jean floated over the railing and down onto the floor.
"You sure don't put up a good fight to back your big mouth," she remarked mockingly. "Now, it's time you had a different perspective on mutants."
Jean placed her hands on Kelly's temples, and easily entered his mind.
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A/N: Evil Symbiote Jean is up to something bad indeed. Following orders? What's she gonna do to poor, not very innocent, and bigotted Kelly? You'll have to read and find out. And the other half of Mystique's team was mentioned. Green hair? Metal manipulator? That should give it away. Plus I mention the name. And the other one? Crimson and black...now who of Evo dresses like that? Well, guess if you want. The other two memeber showed up in the second chapter, so that completes the team. Now click on that review button please and send in your comments. Please review!
