As the six of them left the building, they saw lights go on in all of the windows.
Blaine hurried everyone forward. "Let's get going, before they all come after us."
Everybody ran until they were out of sight. Then they slowed down.
"Switch, let me talk to Tripp." Switchblade transformed, and back came the curly-haired, t-shirt adorned, teenage kid.
"Yeah?"
"I'm just more comfortable with you. Stealth's obsessed with killing, Switch is kinda secluded, and Wolfgang, well, don't get me started."
"I get your point."
Gambit popped into the conversation. "Um, where exactly are we goin'?"
Blaine was quick with an answer. "We're heading south, to the Brotherhood hideaway."
"You two found out where it is?"
"Yeah, why haven't Jean or Xavier yet?"
"I guess we jus' haven't thought about invadin' their place yet."
The group headed toward the Brotherhood's hideout, ready for some serious action.
Tripp was a bit curious. "Where's your sword, Blaine?"
"Oh, yeah. I didn't bring it to the mansion, because I wasn't planning on killing anybody. I really don't feel like stopping to get it. Besides, I have these." Blaine opened his trench coat to reveal six daggers and ten shurikens (throwing stars).
As the group got closer to the Brotherhood hideout, Blaine started to get the itch. He wanted to be in the action already. He wanted to get rid of this scum of the earth. All these Brotherhood mutants needed to be taken out of this world. And he and Tripp were just the ones to do the honors. Of course, having Gambit, Rogue, Nightcrawler, and Wolverine was a welcome help.
There it was. The Brotherhood Mansion. Strangely similar to the X-Mansion, yet so much more foreboding. It was the kind of place that just gave you the jeebies. It wasn't exactly someplace you'd like to visit often. If it was a nursing home, all the geezers would be alone. None of their family would ever visit. That's the kind of feeling this place gave Blaine.
Inside, Sabretooth woke up. He smelled something. He sniffed the air. It was flesh. It wasn't a Brotherhood mutant; he knew all their scents. This one was… X-Men scum! But… there was a new scent. No, two new scents. No matter, they would die with the X-Men piles of garbage they traveled with.
"What's the matter Wolverine?" Blaine noticed a strange look on his face.
"I smell… Sabretooth."
"Wow. All I have to say is, you've got an awesome sense of smell."
"So does he. He knows we're here."
"Good. Then it won't matter if I do this." Blaine promptly kicked the door down and walked inside. "Nice place."
Tripp walked in. "Yeah, it is. I probably would have gone a different way with it, but hey. It's not my house."
The rest of the team stepped inside. They were greeted with a growl as Wolverine got tackled by Sabretooth.
"Hey there, bub. How's it goin'?"
"Not too bad, Wolverine. Especially considering I'm about to tear you apart."
"We'll see about that."
Claws were unleashed and fangs were bared as Sabretooth and Wolverine went at it.
Into the room walked Pyro, Blob, and Magneto.
Pyro knocked Nightcrawler off his feet with a fiery blast. Blob sat down and the entire building shook. Magneto picked Wolverine up with his metal-controlling power and flung him against the wall.
Blaine noticed Tripp was grimacing. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just about to unleash a beast, that's all."
"You mean, Wolfgang?"
"Yeah. This is gonna hurt just a little bit."
Tripp began to scream in agony. Tripp's face flickered to that of a man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes which were twisted with pain. Bones could be heard cracking and settling into different positions. His jawbone got longer, as well as the top part of his mouth, which combined with his nose. Gray hair began growing all over his body. His shirt tore off. His knees reversed. Claws extended where human fingernails once were. Tripp's scream melted into an inhuman howl that chilled Blaine to the very core. Wolfgang was here.
The werewolf launched himself toward Sabretooth, who was now beating the living crap out of Wolverine, who was being held in the air by Magneto. Wolfgang knocked Sabretooth off his feet and began tearing at Sabre's flesh with his claws.
Sabretooth growled as he flung the wolf off of him. "What are you?"
Wolfgang answered, "Too much for you to handle." They went back at it.
Rogue had barely gotten into the fray when she was thrown out of the mansion and across the street by Blob. She hit the ground and fell unconscious.
Wolverine was next. He was repeatedly thrown up, then down, then up, then down, hitting something each time. It wasn't long until he was knocked unconscious.
Then came Nightcrawler. Pyro kept knocking him back with pyrokinetic blasts, and eventually Nightcrawler passed out from the pain.
Out of this small group of X-Men, Gambit was the most resilient. He was under attack by Blob. Gambit was constantly dodging attacks by the obese villain, throwing kinetically charged cards when the opportunity arose. But eventually, the gargantuan landed a square hit on Gambit, knocking the Cajun unconscious.
Blaine and Wolfgang were the only two left. Blaine took on Pyro head-to-head. He fought fire with fire. Whenever a pyrokinetic blast was launched at him, Blaine would dodge it and send one twice as powerful back at the Brotherhood mutant. Pyro was suffering some serious burns, and it became too much when Blaine charged forward and dealt him a concussive blow to the skull. As Pyro fell, Blaine's hand, with a dagger in it, followed. As soon as Pyro hit the floor, the dagger met his chest. One down, three to go.
Wolfgang was tearing the life out of Sabretooth. Sabre was covered in gashes, bleeding all over the floor. He charged one last time, letting out a growl of anger. He found himself with four claws across his throat. Sabretooth drew his last breath and fell to the ground, dead.
Magneto saw the dagger in Blaine's hand. He used his power to pull the dagger from his hand. He used magnetic sensing to see if Blaine had any more sharp, metal, pointy objects on his person. He found five more daggers and ten shurikens. Jackpot! He ripped them from Blaine's trench coat and began to use Blaine's own weapons against him.
Meanwhile, Wolfgang and Blob were going at it. Blob took random swipes at Wolfgang, but the werewolf was too quick and agile. Every time Blob took a swing at Wolfgang, he left himself open for attack. And every time Blob left himself open for attack, Wolfgang took the advantage. He would dash between Blob's legs, come up behind him, and tear the crap out of his back and his head. Eventually, Blob bled so much that he got too weak to fight. He slowly slipped away and died.
Magneto was attacking Blaine with the knives and shurikens that Blaine had been carrying in his jacket. Blaine dodged and hit the weapons away from himself, but they just kept coming. He used his telekinesis to push the weapons back at Magneto. It was a struggle. The weapons would go one way, pause, and slowly come back the other way. It was a fight between minds. The fight started to lean in Blaine's favor. The daggers and shurikens got closer and closer to Magneto. Blaine gave one final, powerful push and the weapons sank into Magneto's body. The long-time nemesis of the X-Men was dead.
When the work was done, Wolfgang began to undergo transformations. His gray hair shrank down into his body, and what stayed turned sandy blonde. The claws sank down into his fingers and became human fingernails. His knees bent back into a normal position. His muzzle turned back into a human face. Wolfgang was now about 6'3" with blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked at Blaine.
"I heard that comment about me earlier. 'Don't even get me started.' What's that mean, huh?"
"It means I think you're weird."
"Oh. Okay."
Blaine and Wolfgang laughed and began to wake up the fallen X-Men. Once they were all woken up, Blaine and Wolfgang took them back to the warehouse base. Wolfgang and Blaine decided to take a walk.
"Hey, Wolf, can I talk to Tripp?"
"Yeah, sure. Just a second." The tall blonde man changed into the average-sized, brown-haired, 15 year-old.
"What's up, Blaine?"
"Same as always. I just feel more comfortable with you. We were friends before all those other guys started crowding in your head."
"Yeah. Man, I wish I could go back to that time for a while."
The two friends saw several shadows fall in front of them. They turned around to see Cyclops, Jean, Beast, Colossus, Iceman, and Psilocke standing there.
Cyclops stepped toward Blaine. "I see you're out making trouble again."
Blaine replied, "I see the professor has let you off your leash. Oh, and I see you've brought another beauty to join us. Hello, Psilocke."
Psilocke got mad. "Don't try to talk to me, you murdering piece of trash!"
Tripp spoke up. "I see what you mean. None of you X-girls can take a compliment."
Psilocke shot a psionic blast at Blaine, which he easily dodged.
He smiled at her. "I'm sorry to have to do this."
Blaine picked her up with telekinesis and threw her repeatedly at a building until she fell unconscious.
"Now listen, X-Men. I don't have any fight with you. All I did was rid this earth of the trash called the Brotherhood of Mutants. I did you a favor. Stop trying to punish me for helping you. If you continue to piss me off, I'm gonna stop being nice."
This statement was met with a blast from Cyclops directly to Blaine's chest. The blast burnt a hole in his shirt, yet somehow Blaine was uninjured.
Blaine looked at his shirt, looked up, and said, "Fine. Have it your way."
He immediately threw himself into the middle of the group of X-Men and started swinging. He knocked Cyclops and Beast into the air. But then he felt himself being lifted off the ground. He saw Jean concentrating on him. He also saw the manhole cover that Tripp tossed like a frisbee racing toward her head. All she saw was stars.
Tripp quickly turned into Kid Stealth. He used his robotic arm and landed a devastating blow to Colossus's chest. The metal mammoth flew back and hit the ground hard. There was a large dent in his chest where Stealth had punched him. Colossus turned back into a human to heal. Stealth hit him again with the other arm this time. Colossus went out cold.
By now, Cyclops was back on the ground and duking it out with Blaine. Blaine landed a punch to the gut, one to the temple, one to the chest, and an uppercut to the jaw. Cyclops did a full backflip and landed on his feet, sending an optic blast toward Blaine. Blaine dodged it and sent an electric shock in Cyclops's direction. Cyclops took it full to the chest. The shock blasted him backward, and as he landed, he fought for breath. His heart rate shot up, his heartbeat became irregular. He fought it back under control and got up on unsteady legs.
Meanwhile, Beast was attacking Kid Stealth. Beast used amazing acrobatics to evade and attack Kid Stealth repeatedly. Stealth was having a difficult time keeping up. But lucky for Stealth, Beast screwed up. As he went to swing around a lamppost and come back with a kick to Stealth's face, Beast slipped and sent himself flying into a building. Stealth took this opportunity to run up and bring down a barrage of punches to the vulnerable Beast.
Cyclops regained control of his body and charged Blaine. Blaine threw a punch to intercept Cyclops, but was restrained by a block of ice forming around his arm. Cyclops landed a heavy blow to Blaine's jaw, sending him into the air. As he was in the air, Blaine broke the ice block, and landed on Cyclops with a storm of punches to the face. He accidentally knocked Cyclops's visor off and was met with a powerful optic blast. He flew through the air and landed on the roof of a building. Iceman chased him up, and sent a rain of giant icy spikes down on him. The spikes stopped right before they reached Blaine, and were blown out in every direction. The backs of three such spikes hit Iceman in the face, knocking him out cold.
Cyclops found his visor and put it back on his face. He looked around for Blaine. He had not seen what just happened, because he had his eyes shut. There was no sign of Blaine. He saw Kid Stealth beating the brains out of Beast, and was about to intervene, when the back of his head was met with a kick from one of Blaine's black combat boots. He fell, face-first, into the asphalt. Blaine picked him up with telekinesis, and threw him into the air. He used cryokinesis to send a giant blast of ice up at Cyclops, striking him in the head. Cyclops fell to the ground, unconscious. That one would leave a mark.
Stealth transformed back into Tripp, who then helped Blaine gather up the fallen X-Men. Blaine carried them with telekinesis, as he and Tripp walked back to the X-Mansion. When they got there, Gambit answered the door.
Blaine smiled, "I see you're better."
"Yeah. Me an' th' rest got back 'ere once we could stand wi'out gettin' a headache. Come on in."
Blaine and Tripp walked in, with the KO'd X-Men floating in behind them. Gambit took them to the infirmary, where they deposited the fallen X-Men. Gambit then took Blaine and Tripp to Professor Xavier.
As they walked in, Xavier greeted them. "Hello, Blaine, Tripp. I see you have succeeded in your mission. It's too bad a different solution couldn't be found. And that my X-Men had to be fought to accomplish your goal. However, the end justifies the means. I hope there will be no tension between us in the future, in case our paths do cross again."
"No sweat." Blaine held out his hand. The professor shook it, and then everyone said their goodbyes. Blaine and Tripp went their own separate ways. Who knows? Maybe they'll all meet again.
THE END