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Good old fashioned crap right here. Lotta violence, some situation-innapropriate humor.
Chapter 7: Proving grounds Pt. two
They were getting closer to the institute, so close that they could see the gates had been trashed, and several vans outside the institute. "Shit!" Logan said. "Speed up, kid!"
Logan rolled down the window and began to climb out. Nick raised an eyebrow. "Where the hell are you going?"
"Just keep drivin'!" He replied, pulling himself onto the roof of the car. He could see the group of troops ready to break into the institute, though he was sure some already had.
Fury flinched, keeping the wheel straight. At this speed, they wouldn't be abled to make a safe stop. "I told you I don't have my lisence, right?" He called out to Logan.
Logan was taken back by that, he hadn't expected a joke right now. "Nope. Thanks fer tellin' me, though." Fury smirked, they were through the gates.
He grabbed the parking brake and yanked it, the car spun to a stop, sending Logan off the top of the truck and landing right on top of one of the guards.
The others looked over, making a move for their weapons. Logan grabbed one of the men and sort of threw him away, then grabbed the barrel of one of the mens assault rifle and pushed it up, but kept his grip on it. He threw his leg over the third ones rifle, making it hard for the guard to even move it.
The first one went to hit Logan with the butt of his rifle, but was greeted by three claws centimeters away from his face. All of the guards froze, they knew what they were up against, and they didn't want to piss around with The weapon X.
Fury ran around the trucks, just in time to see Logan with the three guards. Hewolf whistled. "Man, I'm glad we're on the same side." Fury said, walking over and disabling one of the guards, taking his rifle.
"Yeah?" He finished the other two, then popped the claws on his other hand out. He began to run for the door to the institute. "Save it fer later, bub. We got stuff T'do."
Nick followed after Logan, but he had lost sight of him the moment he entered the huge building. "Damn." He held the rifle up, looking around. "Marco!"
In the danger room, Xavier was having troubles of his own. Sabertooth was yards away from him, having made it through most of the defenses unscathed. Some of the students had made it to the danger room with Xavier.
"'member me, buddy?" Victor crooned, walking towards them. Looking perfectly psychotic. He laughed a bit. "Nice job sendin' the runt out to save that human. Now Y'got no one to protect ya."
Rogue got one of her gloves undone. "Oh yeah?" She ran out to Creed, who grabbed her arm where her shirt covered, and threw her to the ground. Still holding her arm, he gave it a deft twist, earning a scream from Rogue.
Xavier's eyes widened. "Rogue!" He looked at Creed, then put a hand to his temple. He was goign to shut Creed down, even if that meant killing him. He was too much of a threat.
Creed just smiled at him, giving Rogue a kick in the side. "Sorry, bub." He said, looking over at Charles. "I'm not one of those brother hood idiots, I came prepared." He tapped the side of his head. "Neural implants."
"What?!" Xavier narrowed his eyes on Sabertooth.
"Think of it as Psychic insulation." He laughed. Kitty phased through the ground, about to take Rogue with her. Creed lashed out at her with his claws, and actually managed to cut open her forearm. "Ooh, not quick enough."
Kitty went pale, but not due to the pain. He hit her, and she had been phasing. She was still going for Rogue, despite the wound in her arm.
"Yer a bright one, ain'tcha." Creed said, laughing again and delivering another kick to Rogue.
Fury was walking through the mansion, the rifle hanging low from not having a chance to be used. "Where the hell is everybody..?" He muttered, turning a corner. He was face to face with two angry looking guards.
"Drop the gun." One of them ordered. Nick let the rifle fall. "Hands behind your head, and get on the ground!"
Nick sighed, putting his hands behind his head. When he dropped to the ground, he swung his leg out and took out the first guards shin, then moved his other leg up to kick the second guards rifle. He sprang up and struck the first guard in the nose, sending him to the ground.
He grabbed the second guard around the throat with his arm. He frisked the guard, finding a cigerette pack and a lighter. "Now we're talkin'." He pocketed the items, then grabbed the guards side-arm, an M9 pistol.
He snapped the guards neck, then took out a cigerette and lit it. He glanced around again. "Marco!" He started walking again, though not enthusiastically. From down the hall, he could hear male voice shout in a thick german accent:
"Polo!"
He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Marco!" He began to head towards where he had first heard the voice.
"Polo!"
It was in a different place now. "Goddammit, stay still!" He said. "Marco!"
Creed was now walking towards Xavier, smiling again. "I got some friends who'd love T'meet you, pal."
Xavier was still trying to get into his mind, but to no avail. "Sabertooth!" A familiar voice from the entryway said. It was Logan.
Creed turn around. "Well well well. Look who finally decided T'show up."
Logan's claws were already out, noticeably bloodstained as well. "Listen Creed, I'm not 'fraid T'beat the livin' shit out of you right here and now."
"I think yer over estimatin' yerself, runt." Creed replied.
"How many guards where here, Creed? Fifty, sixty?" Logan asked, smirking a bit.
Creed narrowed his eyes. "Sixty five. Why?" He asked in a snarl.
Logan reached into his coat, taking a handfull of chains and throwing them at the ground infront of creed. "Damn. I only got sixty three of 'Em."
Creed looked at the chains, they had dogtags on them. He growled. "Nice work, shorty..." He was about to attack, but there was some static on his radio. He grabbed it and listened, none of others could hear what was going on.
"As much as I'd like to stay and beat the hell out of you, we're bein' pulled out." Creed said in a snarl, walking past Logan and dissapearing in the corridor.
Logan growled, then looked over at Xavier.
"How'd I do?"
The end. (Of the chapter.)
There. An update that I actually like. Nods I blame it on the cookie.
Good old fashioned crap right here. Lotta violence, some situation-innapropriate humor.
Chapter 7: Proving grounds Pt. two
They were getting closer to the institute, so close that they could see the gates had been trashed, and several vans outside the institute. "Shit!" Logan said. "Speed up, kid!"
Logan rolled down the window and began to climb out. Nick raised an eyebrow. "Where the hell are you going?"
"Just keep drivin'!" He replied, pulling himself onto the roof of the car. He could see the group of troops ready to break into the institute, though he was sure some already had.
Fury flinched, keeping the wheel straight. At this speed, they wouldn't be abled to make a safe stop. "I told you I don't have my lisence, right?" He called out to Logan.
Logan was taken back by that, he hadn't expected a joke right now. "Nope. Thanks fer tellin' me, though." Fury smirked, they were through the gates.
He grabbed the parking brake and yanked it, the car spun to a stop, sending Logan off the top of the truck and landing right on top of one of the guards.
The others looked over, making a move for their weapons. Logan grabbed one of the men and sort of threw him away, then grabbed the barrel of one of the mens assault rifle and pushed it up, but kept his grip on it. He threw his leg over the third ones rifle, making it hard for the guard to even move it.
The first one went to hit Logan with the butt of his rifle, but was greeted by three claws centimeters away from his face. All of the guards froze, they knew what they were up against, and they didn't want to piss around with The weapon X.
Fury ran around the trucks, just in time to see Logan with the three guards. Hewolf whistled. "Man, I'm glad we're on the same side." Fury said, walking over and disabling one of the guards, taking his rifle.
"Yeah?" He finished the other two, then popped the claws on his other hand out. He began to run for the door to the institute. "Save it fer later, bub. We got stuff T'do."
Nick followed after Logan, but he had lost sight of him the moment he entered the huge building. "Damn." He held the rifle up, looking around. "Marco!"
In the danger room, Xavier was having troubles of his own. Sabertooth was yards away from him, having made it through most of the defenses unscathed. Some of the students had made it to the danger room with Xavier.
"'member me, buddy?" Victor crooned, walking towards them. Looking perfectly psychotic. He laughed a bit. "Nice job sendin' the runt out to save that human. Now Y'got no one to protect ya."
Rogue got one of her gloves undone. "Oh yeah?" She ran out to Creed, who grabbed her arm where her shirt covered, and threw her to the ground. Still holding her arm, he gave it a deft twist, earning a scream from Rogue.
Xavier's eyes widened. "Rogue!" He looked at Creed, then put a hand to his temple. He was goign to shut Creed down, even if that meant killing him. He was too much of a threat.
Creed just smiled at him, giving Rogue a kick in the side. "Sorry, bub." He said, looking over at Charles. "I'm not one of those brother hood idiots, I came prepared." He tapped the side of his head. "Neural implants."
"What?!" Xavier narrowed his eyes on Sabertooth.
"Think of it as Psychic insulation." He laughed. Kitty phased through the ground, about to take Rogue with her. Creed lashed out at her with his claws, and actually managed to cut open her forearm. "Ooh, not quick enough."
Kitty went pale, but not due to the pain. He hit her, and she had been phasing. She was still going for Rogue, despite the wound in her arm.
"Yer a bright one, ain'tcha." Creed said, laughing again and delivering another kick to Rogue.
Fury was walking through the mansion, the rifle hanging low from not having a chance to be used. "Where the hell is everybody..?" He muttered, turning a corner. He was face to face with two angry looking guards.
"Drop the gun." One of them ordered. Nick let the rifle fall. "Hands behind your head, and get on the ground!"
Nick sighed, putting his hands behind his head. When he dropped to the ground, he swung his leg out and took out the first guards shin, then moved his other leg up to kick the second guards rifle. He sprang up and struck the first guard in the nose, sending him to the ground.
He grabbed the second guard around the throat with his arm. He frisked the guard, finding a cigerette pack and a lighter. "Now we're talkin'." He pocketed the items, then grabbed the guards side-arm, an M9 pistol.
He snapped the guards neck, then took out a cigerette and lit it. He glanced around again. "Marco!" He started walking again, though not enthusiastically. From down the hall, he could hear male voice shout in a thick german accent:
"Polo!"
He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Marco!" He began to head towards where he had first heard the voice.
"Polo!"
It was in a different place now. "Goddammit, stay still!" He said. "Marco!"
Creed was now walking towards Xavier, smiling again. "I got some friends who'd love T'meet you, pal."
Xavier was still trying to get into his mind, but to no avail. "Sabertooth!" A familiar voice from the entryway said. It was Logan.
Creed turn around. "Well well well. Look who finally decided T'show up."
Logan's claws were already out, noticeably bloodstained as well. "Listen Creed, I'm not 'fraid T'beat the livin' shit out of you right here and now."
"I think yer over estimatin' yerself, runt." Creed replied.
"How many guards where here, Creed? Fifty, sixty?" Logan asked, smirking a bit.
Creed narrowed his eyes. "Sixty five. Why?" He asked in a snarl.
Logan reached into his coat, taking a handfull of chains and throwing them at the ground infront of creed. "Damn. I only got sixty three of 'Em."
Creed looked at the chains, they had dogtags on them. He growled. "Nice work, shorty..." He was about to attack, but there was some static on his radio. He grabbed it and listened, none of others could hear what was going on.
"As much as I'd like to stay and beat the hell out of you, we're bein' pulled out." Creed said in a snarl, walking past Logan and dissapearing in the corridor.
Logan growled, then looked over at Xavier.
"How'd I do?"
The end. (Of the chapter.)
There. An update that I actually like. Nods I blame it on the cookie.