Aha!!! An update! Yeah, it's kinda short and it's more...RECRUITING!!!! I know you guys love that kind of stuff, but perhaps you'll remember this guy. No, not the first guy, the other guy. Yeah, THAT guy. Um, right.
Phil Staler drummed his fingers on the counter of his pawn shop. Business was the usual low. So, of course, it pleased him to see his old gangster friend open the door and walk in.

Massacre walked up to Phil and leaned on the counter.

"Hey, long time, no see," Phil grinned, "Another shipment of daggers, I presume."

"That's right," Massacre nodded, "But I need something extra this time."

"Of course," Phil pressed a button behind the counter and the wall behind him opened, "Follow me."

The room behind the wall was filled with sharp objects. Most were swords of different shapes and sizes, but there were also other weapons mounted on the walls.

"You always got what I need," Massacre smiled unpleasantly.

"What can I say?" Phil swelled with pride.

Massacre lifted a large scimitar from the wall and inspected it carefully. He put it back and spotted a pair of identical double-edged swords.

"This is what I need, Phil," Massacre removed the blades from the wall, balancing them in his hands. He swung them around a bit, causing Phil to take a step back nervously.

"I'll ring it up for you," Phil walked back to the register.

Massacre followed Phil from the room. Phil placed a large wooden box on the counter and reached under the counter for something else.

"I'll throw in these leather scabbards," Phil placed them on the box.

Massacre paid for the items and handed Phil an extra fifty dollar bill, "For your service. Don't spend it all in one place."

Massacre put the swords in their scabbards and put those in the box, which was full of shining daggers.

"Always a pleasure," Phil put the fifty dollar bill in his pocket as Massacre left the shop. Massacre certainly wasn't known for his generosity, but any extra money was always welcome at Phil's Pawn Shop.

Massacre placed the wooden box in the back seat of his black Mercedes. He got inside and pulled away. Glancing in his rearview mirror he caught sight of a large van behind him. He smiled scornfully as he compared his car to the piece of trash that was following him.

Suddenly, Massacre's smile disappeared. The piece of trash was following him. He reached a red light and checked his rearview mirror again. The van was still there. Massacre waited for the light to turn green. When the light did turn green, he pushed the pedal to the floor. The old junker behind him couldn't possibly keep up with him at this speed.

He pulled into an alleyway and got out of the car. He looked out at the road, satisfied. He began to turn around when, to his shock, the large van pulled into the alley blocking his exit.

Massacre opened the back door and pulled the wooden box towards him. He looked up at the van and saw a familiar person get out of the passenger seat.

"Massacre, one of Magneto's right hand men," Nucleo smiled as he got out of the van, followed by Lorenzo, Max, Carl, Mike, and Roy.

Massacre recognized Magneto's former test subject, as well as Lorenzo and Max, but he didn't know the others, "I don't work for Magneto anymore. So sorry to ruin your plot for revenge."

"I am aware of the situation," Nucleo took a few steps forward. Massacre opened the wooden box next to him and pulled two daggers from it.

"There is no need for your hostility," Nucleo clasped his hands behind his back, "I know that your opinion for Magneto has changed since you served him. If I am correct, I have the exact same feelings."

"So what you want?" Massacre gripped his daggers tightly.

"I want my revenge, as do you," Nucleo stated, his glass eye glittering in the sunlight that entered the alley, "I wish for you to join me, to share my revenge."

Massacre lowered his weapons. Revenge was exactly what he wanted. But he had always known that Magneto was too strong, not to mention had his own army.

"I accept your offer," Massacre announced.

"Good," Nucleo smiled, "I see that you have your own means of transportation, as does Blacksmith, but we, of course, didn't bring that. Just follow our van back to headquarters. It will be a slightly long trip."

"Where's headquarters?" Massacre asked suspiciously as he put the daggers back into the box, closing the lid.

Nucleo hesitated, "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

"What?!" Massacre shouted, "I can't go there!"

"It is only a temporary arrangement," Nucleo assured him, "It isn't permanent."

"It had better not be," Massacre warned, frustrated.

Massacre got into his car. Nucleo and the others followed suit and got back into their van, Lorenzo driving.

Massacre backed out of the alleyway, following Nucleo's van. He hadn't mentioned his feelings about staying in the same building as his enemy of the past, Brian Crillow. He would keep things under control, no matter how much his emotions would interfere. His frustration kept his attention away from the grinning figure crouching in the dumpster in the alley.

Yeah...short...but there must be chapters like this to bring things together. It must be done. So har-de-har-har...um, that was...yeah. Well, I'm off to see the Lizard...the Wonderful Lizard of...Shnoz!!! Awaaaaaaayyy!!!!!!!!