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Chapter 3: The Mutant
"I should have known that Magneto would be sending his servants to do his dirty work." Wolverine growled, taking only a split second to reveal his claws. He wanted to swipe that stupid smirk clean off of Toad's face.
"Same goes for the X-men." Toad replied smugly. "Don't the Professor's dirty work."
"Don't you dare say that!" Cyclops had already put on his visor, completely shielding his eyes. Instinctively, Bobby took a step in front of Rogue, his hands already turning to ice. Wolverine felt his blood start to boil as Sabertooth and the midnight-blue Mystique stepped into view. A few bystanders gasped and whispered among themselves, but other than that they seemed surprisingly calm.
"We can say whatever we want."
Rogue stifled a gasp. It was Pyro. He looked the same as ever, brown haired, tall and lanky. There was an unmistakable malicious look in his eye, and one end of a flamethrower was strapped under both his wrists.
"Is this some kind of game to you Pyro? Switching sides and joining forces with Magneto?" Cyclops demanded.
"A game of chess, actually." Pyro laughed, a deep, haunting laugh. In one swift motion, Pyro aimed the flamethrower right at the X-Men.
"Chekmate."
A tiny flame was emitted from the flamethrower, but that was enough for Pyro. The air suddenly erupted into fire. Without even thinking, Wolverine and Sabertooth both leapt towards each other, teeth barred, muscles tensed. Two jets of ice erupted from Bobby's hands, colliding head on with the fire. Within a split second, the ice had melted. Bobby and Rogue both flung themselves onto the ground, ice cold water splashing on top of them.
"Bobby!" rogue cried, pointing the cars in the parking lot. Three or four of the cards had already caught fire. If any one of them had a full tank of gas....
KABOOM!!!
The whole world seemed to have exploded at once. Cyclops flew through the air and landed painfully onto his backside. Out of the corner of his eye, Cyclops saw Toad, spitting forth his long tongue...
Tsweet!! Toad screamed in pain as Cyclops' eyes got him squarely in the chest. But before Cyclops could see where he landed, a crushing blow to the back sent him sprawling onto the cement again. A blue blur crossed his eyes as he tried to pick himself up, feeling blood slowly ooze down his cheek. Mystique.
Tsweet! Tsweet! Tsweet! For every time Cyclops tried to hit Mystique, she hit him twice, her punches and kicks growing more and more confident with each passing second. His vision was slowly blurring, his stomach felt like it was on fire. Wolverine and Sabertooth were still locked in a deadly battle. Bobby and Rogue were trying their best to stop the burning flames that were everywhere.
"Time to die."
Cyclops felt a searing pain erupt from his chest. Looking down, he saw a dagger protruding from his own flesh. Panic erupted in his mind. He couldn't breathe; he could barely think. Like lightly, Mystique pulled the dagger out of Cyclops and jabbed it into his stomach two more times.
So this is it. Cyclops thought to himself as his world turned a weird mixture of blood red and black. His mind could only focus on one thought.
Jean.
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"Bobby!" Rogue gasped. "Cyclops!" The two watched helplessly as Mystique plunged a dagger repeatedly into Cyclops' stomach. "We have to do something!"
"We've got Pyro to deal with!" Bobby yelled. A split second later the two of them were forced to plunge to the ground as a flame grazed the top of their heads and hit the building behind them.
Bobby grit his teeth as he searched his mind for an idea. But the smoke and fire filled air made it next to impossible to do anything but block Pyro's next attack. There had to be a way to stop him. As Bobby concentrated on making a thick wall of ice to hopefully shield Pyro's next attack, he felt Rogue give him a sharp poke in the ribs.
"Listen." She said quickly. "What are the people screaming?"
Bobby focused his hearing towards the bystanders. They all seemed to be screaming similar phrases.
"Breeze! Help!"
"Save us Breeze!"
"Breeze!"
Bobby and Rogue gave each other a confused look. Breeze?
Then, it hit.
The ground suddenly sprang to life. Huge cracks appeared on the cement as the ground shifted and rumbled, often forming waves of cement that reached insanely huge heights. Bobby could only watch in amazement along with the rest of the people clustered at the edges of the buildings. For something so hard, the cement mountains looked surprisingly flexible, almost like cement-coloured paint that was being poured from the bucket. In a split second the "paint" had formed a recognizable human figure and the rumbling ground quickly died down. The figure immediately flew over to Sabertooth and Wolverine, knocking the two apart with superhuman force. Sabertooth flew backwards, landing inches from a parked car, while Wolverine landed gently beside Bobby and Rogue. The figure landed at the center of the town square and the paint spun away to reveal a solid figure.
All the X-Men could do was stare.
The mutant was a girl, judging by the grey and white hair that tapered off to a point at the girl's back. Huge cat ears sat on top of her head, always twitching, picking up the slightest movements. Her eyes were a calculating blue-green, with a light blue pattern of two triangles that ran down her cheeks. Wolverine felt a chill run down his spine. The mutant was dressed for battle. She wore a black armour piece that covered her chest and back all the way down to the bottom of her ribs. A pair of black cut off shorts revealed skinny yet muscular legs as well as a six-pack stomach. Black and red armour pads lined the shoulders and lower arms. The only difference was that the lower pads had three slits of silver that glinted in the light. The mutant's feet ended in some sort of grey shoes that looked more like a human imitation of cat paws.
But the tail was what caught one's attention. It was just like a cat's tail; slender and lined with light peach coloured fur. The only difference was the deadly scorpion-like stinger at the end, poised and ready to rip through flesh like ripping through paper.
"Who the hell are you?" Pyro gawked at the mutant, a small fireball in each hand.
"Breeze."
"What kind of a name is that?" By this time the Brotherhood had time to regroup. Each of them was staring at Breeze with an expression of confusion and curiosity on their faces.
"One you will always remember."
"Well don't forget our name either." Mystique said, grinning. "We are the Brotherhood."
As if on cue, Pyro released his two fireballs. The air was filled with fire once again. Bobby blinked, and the fire wasn't there anymore. Pyro looked as stunned as Bobby felt. He tried to emit more flame from the flamethrower, but it was dead empty.
Breeze watched everybody's confusion with a slightly amused look in her eye.
"I've had enough of this nonsense!" Toad spat. "Get out of our way so we can find the mutant."
Breeze tilted her head slightly and Toad flew through the air before he even had time to whip out his deadly tongue. He stopped a dead few inches from her face. Her eyes became cold and hard. "Fool." She said. "I AM the mutant." With a careless wave of her hand, Toad flew backwards and landed on the ground, unconscious.
Within a split second Sabertooth was charging straight towards Breeze. She calmly held up one hand, stopping Sabertooth dead in his tracks and lifting him up into the air. Slowly, an expression of pain appeared on his face. Round and round the mutant spun in the air, howling and writing in pain, as if a giant hand was slowly crushing him. After what seemed like an eternity, Breeze flung Sabertooth off to one side. He was unconscious before he even hit the ground.
"You are powerful with magic tricks." Mystique finally spoke. Wolverine noticed that she looked surprisingly calm—maybe she was more foolish than he thought. "But how would you do in your physical abilities?"
"I guess we shall have to see."
"I guess we shall."
Within a flash, Mystique attacked Breeze. Her punches, kicks and martial arts moves were so fast they were just a blur. What was even more amazing was that Breeze was able to block every single punch and kick with ease. It was not long before she got a bored look on her face.
"I'm sick of all this nonsense!" Mystique yelled in frustration.
"So am I."
WHAM! Breeze's punch caught Mystique right in the stomach. With Mystique doubled over from surprise, Breeze took her chance to be offensive. Everyone watched in complete amazement as Breeze landed punch after punch, so fast that it made Mystique's punches look slow and clumsy. Each punch was hard, precise and took barely a fraction of a second.
When Breeze finally stopped, Mystique slumped onto the ground, unconscious. Only Pyro remained, still feverishly trying to use his flamethrower.
"Looking for something?" Breeze opened her hands to reveal Pyro's fireballs, one resting on each palm. Wolverine felt another shiver go down his spine. There was a smile on Breeze's face, one that contained pure evil.
Pyro looked so scared that he actually started to shake. "Is this some kind of game to you kid?!" he yelled.
Breeze's smile only grew larger. "A game of Chess actually." She said in Pyro's voice. In one swift motion, she brought the fireballs close to her face.
"Checkmate."
Chapter 3: The Mutant
"I should have known that Magneto would be sending his servants to do his dirty work." Wolverine growled, taking only a split second to reveal his claws. He wanted to swipe that stupid smirk clean off of Toad's face.
"Same goes for the X-men." Toad replied smugly. "Don't the Professor's dirty work."
"Don't you dare say that!" Cyclops had already put on his visor, completely shielding his eyes. Instinctively, Bobby took a step in front of Rogue, his hands already turning to ice. Wolverine felt his blood start to boil as Sabertooth and the midnight-blue Mystique stepped into view. A few bystanders gasped and whispered among themselves, but other than that they seemed surprisingly calm.
"We can say whatever we want."
Rogue stifled a gasp. It was Pyro. He looked the same as ever, brown haired, tall and lanky. There was an unmistakable malicious look in his eye, and one end of a flamethrower was strapped under both his wrists.
"Is this some kind of game to you Pyro? Switching sides and joining forces with Magneto?" Cyclops demanded.
"A game of chess, actually." Pyro laughed, a deep, haunting laugh. In one swift motion, Pyro aimed the flamethrower right at the X-Men.
"Chekmate."
A tiny flame was emitted from the flamethrower, but that was enough for Pyro. The air suddenly erupted into fire. Without even thinking, Wolverine and Sabertooth both leapt towards each other, teeth barred, muscles tensed. Two jets of ice erupted from Bobby's hands, colliding head on with the fire. Within a split second, the ice had melted. Bobby and Rogue both flung themselves onto the ground, ice cold water splashing on top of them.
"Bobby!" rogue cried, pointing the cars in the parking lot. Three or four of the cards had already caught fire. If any one of them had a full tank of gas....
KABOOM!!!
The whole world seemed to have exploded at once. Cyclops flew through the air and landed painfully onto his backside. Out of the corner of his eye, Cyclops saw Toad, spitting forth his long tongue...
Tsweet!! Toad screamed in pain as Cyclops' eyes got him squarely in the chest. But before Cyclops could see where he landed, a crushing blow to the back sent him sprawling onto the cement again. A blue blur crossed his eyes as he tried to pick himself up, feeling blood slowly ooze down his cheek. Mystique.
Tsweet! Tsweet! Tsweet! For every time Cyclops tried to hit Mystique, she hit him twice, her punches and kicks growing more and more confident with each passing second. His vision was slowly blurring, his stomach felt like it was on fire. Wolverine and Sabertooth were still locked in a deadly battle. Bobby and Rogue were trying their best to stop the burning flames that were everywhere.
"Time to die."
Cyclops felt a searing pain erupt from his chest. Looking down, he saw a dagger protruding from his own flesh. Panic erupted in his mind. He couldn't breathe; he could barely think. Like lightly, Mystique pulled the dagger out of Cyclops and jabbed it into his stomach two more times.
So this is it. Cyclops thought to himself as his world turned a weird mixture of blood red and black. His mind could only focus on one thought.
Jean.
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"Bobby!" Rogue gasped. "Cyclops!" The two watched helplessly as Mystique plunged a dagger repeatedly into Cyclops' stomach. "We have to do something!"
"We've got Pyro to deal with!" Bobby yelled. A split second later the two of them were forced to plunge to the ground as a flame grazed the top of their heads and hit the building behind them.
Bobby grit his teeth as he searched his mind for an idea. But the smoke and fire filled air made it next to impossible to do anything but block Pyro's next attack. There had to be a way to stop him. As Bobby concentrated on making a thick wall of ice to hopefully shield Pyro's next attack, he felt Rogue give him a sharp poke in the ribs.
"Listen." She said quickly. "What are the people screaming?"
Bobby focused his hearing towards the bystanders. They all seemed to be screaming similar phrases.
"Breeze! Help!"
"Save us Breeze!"
"Breeze!"
Bobby and Rogue gave each other a confused look. Breeze?
Then, it hit.
The ground suddenly sprang to life. Huge cracks appeared on the cement as the ground shifted and rumbled, often forming waves of cement that reached insanely huge heights. Bobby could only watch in amazement along with the rest of the people clustered at the edges of the buildings. For something so hard, the cement mountains looked surprisingly flexible, almost like cement-coloured paint that was being poured from the bucket. In a split second the "paint" had formed a recognizable human figure and the rumbling ground quickly died down. The figure immediately flew over to Sabertooth and Wolverine, knocking the two apart with superhuman force. Sabertooth flew backwards, landing inches from a parked car, while Wolverine landed gently beside Bobby and Rogue. The figure landed at the center of the town square and the paint spun away to reveal a solid figure.
All the X-Men could do was stare.
The mutant was a girl, judging by the grey and white hair that tapered off to a point at the girl's back. Huge cat ears sat on top of her head, always twitching, picking up the slightest movements. Her eyes were a calculating blue-green, with a light blue pattern of two triangles that ran down her cheeks. Wolverine felt a chill run down his spine. The mutant was dressed for battle. She wore a black armour piece that covered her chest and back all the way down to the bottom of her ribs. A pair of black cut off shorts revealed skinny yet muscular legs as well as a six-pack stomach. Black and red armour pads lined the shoulders and lower arms. The only difference was that the lower pads had three slits of silver that glinted in the light. The mutant's feet ended in some sort of grey shoes that looked more like a human imitation of cat paws.
But the tail was what caught one's attention. It was just like a cat's tail; slender and lined with light peach coloured fur. The only difference was the deadly scorpion-like stinger at the end, poised and ready to rip through flesh like ripping through paper.
"Who the hell are you?" Pyro gawked at the mutant, a small fireball in each hand.
"Breeze."
"What kind of a name is that?" By this time the Brotherhood had time to regroup. Each of them was staring at Breeze with an expression of confusion and curiosity on their faces.
"One you will always remember."
"Well don't forget our name either." Mystique said, grinning. "We are the Brotherhood."
As if on cue, Pyro released his two fireballs. The air was filled with fire once again. Bobby blinked, and the fire wasn't there anymore. Pyro looked as stunned as Bobby felt. He tried to emit more flame from the flamethrower, but it was dead empty.
Breeze watched everybody's confusion with a slightly amused look in her eye.
"I've had enough of this nonsense!" Toad spat. "Get out of our way so we can find the mutant."
Breeze tilted her head slightly and Toad flew through the air before he even had time to whip out his deadly tongue. He stopped a dead few inches from her face. Her eyes became cold and hard. "Fool." She said. "I AM the mutant." With a careless wave of her hand, Toad flew backwards and landed on the ground, unconscious.
Within a split second Sabertooth was charging straight towards Breeze. She calmly held up one hand, stopping Sabertooth dead in his tracks and lifting him up into the air. Slowly, an expression of pain appeared on his face. Round and round the mutant spun in the air, howling and writing in pain, as if a giant hand was slowly crushing him. After what seemed like an eternity, Breeze flung Sabertooth off to one side. He was unconscious before he even hit the ground.
"You are powerful with magic tricks." Mystique finally spoke. Wolverine noticed that she looked surprisingly calm—maybe she was more foolish than he thought. "But how would you do in your physical abilities?"
"I guess we shall have to see."
"I guess we shall."
Within a flash, Mystique attacked Breeze. Her punches, kicks and martial arts moves were so fast they were just a blur. What was even more amazing was that Breeze was able to block every single punch and kick with ease. It was not long before she got a bored look on her face.
"I'm sick of all this nonsense!" Mystique yelled in frustration.
"So am I."
WHAM! Breeze's punch caught Mystique right in the stomach. With Mystique doubled over from surprise, Breeze took her chance to be offensive. Everyone watched in complete amazement as Breeze landed punch after punch, so fast that it made Mystique's punches look slow and clumsy. Each punch was hard, precise and took barely a fraction of a second.
When Breeze finally stopped, Mystique slumped onto the ground, unconscious. Only Pyro remained, still feverishly trying to use his flamethrower.
"Looking for something?" Breeze opened her hands to reveal Pyro's fireballs, one resting on each palm. Wolverine felt another shiver go down his spine. There was a smile on Breeze's face, one that contained pure evil.
Pyro looked so scared that he actually started to shake. "Is this some kind of game to you kid?!" he yelled.
Breeze's smile only grew larger. "A game of Chess actually." She said in Pyro's voice. In one swift motion, she brought the fireballs close to her face.
"Checkmate."