Author Note: This story deals mostly with the Brotherhood, but the X-Men make their little appearances in most chapters. If you didn't like the original Shadows of the Night was going, with the blood and guts character of Phantom, then get the hell away from here… Because Aiyen is the blood and guts character of this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, or the Brotherhood, or anything else of that nature. I own Aiyen and Kairyu Runke, the plot of this story, and my creepy thoughts.
"Alright Shadow, I think you got it." Mystique said, her voice trembling with disgust. I could understand why, though, my hands and arms were covered with synthetic blood. The rest of my body was splattered with the same synthetic blood, and I was enjoying the feeling. An inpatient sounding cough came from the same direction, so I stood up and looked toward Magneto and Mystique. "I'm going to throw up now, enjoy your lecturing Erik."
"So, I take it Mystique is squeemish?" My twin brother Kairyu said from beside me, splattered from head to bare feet in synthetic blood. It amazed people how much alike we were at times, while we could be so different other times.
"Must be, but that's the first I've noticed of it though. Looks as though you two enjoyed yourselves, I've never seen anyone destroy so many synthenoids with their bare hands… literally." Magneto looked around at the destruction in amazement , glaring at Sabretooth to make him leave. The clawed weirdo tossed us a jealous look before leaving the room, licking his claws clean as he obeyed orders. "You two can go clean up now, I'm going to go check on Mystique."
'Yeah, check on her… I doubt it!' I sent telepathically to Kairyu, laughing at his response.
'If they don't end up doing the horizontal mutant mash, I'll play Santa Claus for the human orphans this year!' Kairyu sent back sarcastically. (A/ N: that is NOT a blow to orphans. i actually volunteer at my local orphanage AND homeless shelter, and not only during Christmas and other holidays. for anyone wondering why i volunteer: it racks up high school credits quickly, and it's just good for the soul… to do something nice for the less fortunate. it makes me feel like i can make a difference, keeps my mind away from thoughts of suicide and i have those a lot, anyways, and it makes those kids feel special inside. just thought i'd clear that up… my mom nearly knocked me out when she read that.)
'You know, Kairyu, that's not very nice. There are quite a few mutants at the orphanage, and all those bright little faces-'
'Aiyen, you're starting to make me sick. I was joking anyways… like I'd go near a human without killing it!' He said before walking away, heading toward his room and leaving me alone in the hallway. I just rolled my eyes and headed to my own room, needing a shower and a break after training all day. After my shower, I dressed and street clothes and took a trip to New York for lunch and a chance to stare at the Statue of Liberty. I was with the Brotherhood when Magneto was arrested, my job just never dealt with street work. I was too strong for that, me and Kairyu both. Lady Liberty was the only thing about Earth that appealed to me anymore, the rest was just a rotting wasteland that the homo-sapiens had polluted and destroyed.
Why do you humans choose to do this to your world… To each other! I only share Magneto's views because you're killing yourselves anyways, but you just don't see it! The Brotherhood never appealed to me either, but they were the only option I had at the time. It's hard enough being a teenager, try being a mutant! And while you're at it… a murderer, too! I sat on the shore of Manhattan Harbor, staring at Liberty Island and the Statue of Liberty. Or… at least I tried to.
"You're under arrest, mutie! Comply and we won't kill you, not until the judge tells us we can anyways." I stood up and looked back over my shoulder at them, having no intentions to comply… Or kill them, if I could help it. The Anti-Mutant Troops began to shake, the air suddenly getting very cold as a thick fog hid them from my view. "What the hell!"
That's what I wanna know, bud. I thought, letting my telepathy fan out to find the mutant causing the fog. I found five other mutants, one of them reminding me of Sabretooth. The gloves on my hands emitted the smell of rotting eggs and burnt flesh: the smell of liquid sulfer and other types of acids burning my skin to keep me in pain. The pain keeps my powers under control, and gave the Troops a way to find me. DAMN! I thought while dodging attacks, realizing I had no choice but to kill them. Shoving my fist through one's chest, I swung my leg up and snapped another one's neck. Blood covered my left fist and lower right leg, but I didn't give a damn anymore than I did while training. This was all fun and games to me, and the way I slaughtered the Troops proved it. The two I'd already killed fell to the ground, the fog becoming a mist and showing me that the other Troops were backing away. I smirked and dove at them, forcing my hands through their skin and riping out sections of their skeletons and various vital organs. Once satisfied that all of them were dead, I looked over at the other five mutants and took in the expressions on their faces. The woman and a blue demon-ish guy looked disgusted, The guy I recognized as Havok's brother Scott looked absolutely pissed (as always, according to Havok), and the other two looked interested in my skills. "Scott Summers… You're Havok's older brother, I recognize you from that picture he showed me." The mist became a dense fog again, hiding all of them from view.
"You must work for the Brotherhood, then?" A female voice asked from the fog, sounding angered by my killing abilities. I decided to take my chances, hoping to end this without more bloodshed.
"Ja, I work with Magneto." I heard something move behind me in the fog, having to shut my telepathy down when my head started to pound. I guess reading these peoples minds isn't such a good idea, now is it? I thought sarcastically, agitated with whoever was behind me.
"You don't wanna go reading Gambit's mind, petite, he got a few tricks up his sleeves." A voice said from the fog, shrouded in a thick Cajun accent that was starting to piss me off. I didn't like this guy, I'd heard too much about his "charm" from Mystique.
"What do you want with me?"
"Ya just slaughtered close to fifty people, kid. Whaddya think we want with yer little ass?"
"They attacked me first, you saw them."
"Ja, and ve vere going to help you. Murder is not just a crime, it is also a terrible sin."
"I don't give a damn about sins, God gave up on me when He made me a mutant!"
"God doesn't give up on his creations, zey give up on him."
"Save it Elf, she don't look interested in yer religious lectures." :SNIKT:
I had no other choice. I was outnumbered five-to-one, and I'd made them mad. So I ran, moving as fast as my legs could carry me. Back at Asteroid M, I slipped quietly to my room and changed clothes for the second time in three hours. Flopping down on my bed, I cursed myself for running away like that. I didn't normally run, but this time something in the back of my mind told me that running may have been the best idea. Closing my eyes and letting exaustion take over, I fell into a dreamless sleep.
NARRITIVE; X-MANSION
"Professor, this kid can kill with her bare hands. She was ripping bones and vital organs out of the Anti-Mutant Troops' bodies like they were paper instead of flesh and bone, are you sure we don't have a file on her?" Cyclops asked, a small amount of fear registering on his face at the news that Cerebro had no other information on their newest Brotherhood discovery.
"I have a small file on her, but it's nothing more than a birth certificate and other things of that nature. From what Beast has been able to find, her name is Aiyen Runke. She's 17 and has been with the Brotherhood her entire life, there was no information on her family except that she has a twin brother named Kairyu. From what I understand, they're both psychics who can turn life energy into explosives." Professor Xavier said, looking at the computer screen almost in horror. As he read through the file Cerebro had on Aiyen Runke, he almost regretted not telling the X-Men about it. But he held to his story as he dismissed Cyclops, his presense almost immeadiately replaced by Jean Grey's.
'I can tell you're lying about Cerebro not having a file on Aiyen, I'm just as good a telepath as you are. Charles, what does that file say that has you scared?'
'Jean… these two are stronger psychics than I am!'
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author Note: Well, whaddya think? Not the best I've ever done, but it's good enough to suffice for a chapter. see ya when I decide to update!
