Tomorrow's World
Reviewers: Thank you, thank you all. Well some. Two. As a thank you to Ruth, one of them I shall be incorporating an entire chapter of homoeroticism as an additional and optional-to-read extra. My other reviewer, skin2skincontact, was also well received. There will be violence and stuff but nonetheless… shuttup.
Disclaimer: Liberty Island is mine and naught else.
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Liberty or Death: Part 2Liberty Island
A colossal explosion ripped through the building, sending debris flying. Emerging from the rubble was a young black man, laughing madly. 'Try and top that one Pyro!' The Australian turned at this, the chains on his leather outfit clinking.
'Hahira! First rule mate, never play with fire!' Even as he spoke the flames around Detonator's feet began to rise, winding and reforming into a huge, fiery image of Pyro, its lips moving in tandem with his own as he screamed his defiance to the sky. 'Burn baby, burn!'
The guards were panicking, running around in circles as she shut doors and blocked stairwells, all the while watching over them with her securicam eyes. Finally, tiring of the game, she led them to the main lobby. They looked around in terror as she slammed closed the doors and shut of the lights. 'Their yours now.' A thin hiss escaped into the lobby as a patch of mist began to grow from the main doors, spreading out into the room as the guards backed into a corner. An evil hiss escaped into the silence as the cloud enveloped them. A second passed and suddenly the silence broke with the screams of men in terrible pain. After a while, the mist gathered in the middle of the room, coalescing into a tall, red garbed man with crow black hair and a sinister smile. 'You can come out now.'
A computer terminal in the corner bleeped, and out of it rose a small girl, microchips and wires forming her garments as she emerged. 'You did well my sweetness.' He took her by the hand and the two of them walked out, the last remnants of mist swirling out too, leaving a small group of skeletons, stripped bare.
'Tell me' Unus, how exactly can you use your power to bust anythin'?'
Quill turned to his German counterpart as he deflected bullets from a frantic guard. 'Lemme get this'
'Nien, herr spiky, I have it under control.' With a gesture the shaped field flew at the guard smashing him into a wall and causing rubble to fall on him. 'I don't need needles to help me fight'
'No one likes a smartass' muttered Quill, raising his gauntlet to a new squad of guards 'and you are no exception.'
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The Blackbird sped through the sky, powering through the air. 'All right team, here's the pep talk' Logan turned to the X-Men, 'hit em' hard and hit em' fast. He was cut short by a tremor running through the ship.
'Aw hell.' Beside him Summers cursed, 'It's Post!'
'The blind man sees more than the seeing ever could.' Post mused to himself. 'And I see you Wolverine!' The probes that orbited his head suddenly stopped, then shot off into the path of the jet, forming into plasma blasters as they did so.
'Logan, what do we do?' Summers screamed into his ear as The probes began blasting them.
'Shuttup!' Wolverine yelled 'Don't you have evasive manouveres or somethin'?' Hank leaped into the cockpit, slamming his fist down on a button. 'Tally ho!'
The Blackbird blasted forward, probes bouncing off it as it accelerated. Post suddenly realized they didn't intend to go around him. His body hit the nose of the plane with incredible force, probes absorbing back into him. He looked, as only the blind can, into the window of the craft and smiled as his one remaining probe exploded at the rear of the Blackbird.
The X-Jet whined as its engines gave out, curving in its flight as it plummeted earthwards. The cockpit was filled with screams until Jean telepathically reminded them all of the safety hatch. Post screamed in terror as the Blackbird smashed into the base of the statue.
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Hahahahahaha! Cliffhanger
Btw: for my childrens sake pleez review