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The Aftermath
By YoungD16
Disclaimer: The characters are not my own but the situations and the plot is, I hope anyone who reads this will enjoy it.
"As the skies were born and the earth was shaped there was a power so unimaginable it was said to not have existed, but by word of mouth and the determination of a select few, this prehistoric piece of the past will be found…Mutations in the evolutionary chain have caused many things in humanity's history, some of the brightest minds and the strongest leaders have secretly been mutants. Mutants are responsible for many of humanity's contribution to the earth they inhabit. But like the sun sets each day, there will be a darkness that blankets the earth and the sun will not rise again. And they call this the apocalypse…"
Destiny; she knows more than she understands…
Chapter Two
The place, Rwanda, the time, midnight; the mission was simple, retrieve a loyal asset to the Brotherhood team of mutants. Wanda and her brother Pietro, also known as the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, had served their father secretly for their whole lives. They had become good at finding mutants that were vulnerable and abandoned so that Magneto could give them a home and a dream. The sky was an eerie black with purple clouds and the heat was unbearable it seemed. Rwanda was not Wanda's idea of a vacation but she would rather be here than rotting in a prison cell. She had been captured by the United Kingdom's government and was imprisoned for four years, while she was in jail her father had become a household name and a known terrorist to the United Nations. She vowed to serve her father to the fullest when got out. Suddenly, she was released by an unknown source; the government had made a mistake for sure because not two days after her release Wanda killed everyone that put her in prison.
Wanda later found out that Magneto had moved up the food chain and had her released while the United States were celebrating the "cure". When the "cure" seemingly worked Magneto had Pietro, her brother released from the nuthouse on good behavior. Magneto eventually started to gain his powers back and began to reform the Brotherhood of Mutants; he left Wanda and Pietro in charge.
"We're looking for a man, we were told he is being held hostage here."
Pietro had met a guard at a refugee camp out side what had to have been a war zone at one time. The guard eyed Pietro, who was wearing jeans and a silver jacket, then eyed Wanda. The guard returned his gaze to Pietro and began to speculate.
"There is no man hostage here, good bye…"
"No!" Pietro held the door of the gate open. "There is a man in there and we're going to get him willingly or unwillingly."
Wanda clinched her fist and sparks of electricity began to go off, her eyes turned a blood red and her scarlet lipstick seemed darker. Pietro wore a sinister grin on his face as he quickly grabbed the arm of the guard and squeezed. The guard had little time to react, he clinched his fist and swung at Pietro but the punch landed in the air; Pietro was too quick for the average man. Wanda walked over to the guard and placed her hand on his crotch and a jolt of electricity went through it; the man screamed in agony, then fell to the ground. Wanda and Pietro entered the refugee camp…
Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters…
He didn't know what to think, she was fine a week ago and then suddenly she had an outburst like this and was close to killing someone. Bobby knew that he and Rogue's relationship couldn't be what it was before. She had chosen to take the cure and look what happened, he had become physical with her and another girl. But his feelings for this other chick, Kitty, were different, he didn't have to pretend. He didn't pretend her powers didn't bother him like he did with Rogue. But it didn't matter now, somehow Rogue's powers were back and she had almost killed Kitty…
Storm and Henry McCoy, also known as Beast, stood over Rogue's body in the infirmary. Beast studied her charts and her condition with a puzzling look, he didn't understand something. Storm held Rogue's hand as she lay on the bed and looked into her eyes. She saw hurt, how would she feel if the one she loved was screwing some girl a good three years younger than you? Storm tried to comfort Rogue but she couldn't heal the pain she was feeling. Bobby stood in the doorway of Kitty's room and watched her as she slept silently; it scared him to think that Rogue could do this to someone. He had feared something like this would happen to him if he had touched Rogue long enough. Kitty ruffled in bed and then was silent again, she was so peaceful, so uncomplicated. Rogue was a different girl, she had good qualities and bad ones, but Kitty seemed different and Bobby liked it.
"Is she going to be alright?" asked Peter, Colossus to most.
"Yeah, Beast said that she just needed some rest."
"That's not who I was referring to my friend."
Bobby paused; he didn't want to think about Rogue.
"You did a bad thing, but don't hurt the ones that love you the most."
"I don't know who to chose, Peter, either Rogue or Kitty. But it's hard to explain, you know? She can't touch me, Peter, how can I live with that?"
"If being physical is your main priority, maybe you don't need Rogue, but if you want love and loyalty you know who the better one is."
Bobby paused again, he knew it wasn't that simple but he let Peter think it was. Peter was a simple man and didn't understand how things could become so complicated in such a short time. Bobby tried to think hard about who to choose but really had already made his choice by engaging in sex…
The infirmary was silent except for the beeping of the IV and the scratching of the pencil on paper as Beast took notes. Storm carefully held Rogue's hand, which was now gloved, she could only think of what Emma had said that day. She was right, the cure wasn't the "cure" at all, and humanity had once again failed. This also meant that the X-men now had Magneto to worry about. Storm pushed these thoughts to the side, first on her agenda was Rogue, if she could read minds she'd want to know if Rogue was willing to let Bobby go or not. Rogue suddenly spoke and startled Storm.
"I'm sorry I hurt her so badly, but she deserved it. I had no idea…"
"Hush, it's okay, we're trying to out what happened."
Storm turned to Beast and watched him, she didn't how he was doing but she did know he wasn't getting anywhere. Suddenly Jubilee, a student of Storm's, burst into the room and headed for the plasma screen and turned it on. The news was on and of course it was more bad news…
"Terror in Rwanda; two criminal mutants have escaped from imprisonment and bust out a known felon from a Rwandan refugee camp. The two criminals were identified as The Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, two of the deadliest mutants alive. They were last spotted heading down the Ivory Coast with another on file mutant from the Pentagon's most wanted mutants, Nathaniel Essex. If anyone sees these three they are to report them immediately."
The news broadcast ended and Jubilee turned the TV off.
"What now? We can't just let them escape the coast and do harm to people, right, let's get 'em." said Jubilee as she put on her black X-men jacket and put her long hair in a ponytail.
"Hold on there, hotshot, we make a plan then act. Rules are rules, right?"
"I'll call everyone to the living room, is that alright Storm?"
"Yes, but don't alarm everyone."
Jubilee exited and Storm glanced at Beast. She knew her duties came first over anything, she would have to leave.
"Watch her carefully, Henry, I'll be back shortly. We'll keep you posted, okay?"
"Ororo, be careful, I've read up on those two. They are dangerous we can't afford to loose you. I'll take of Rogue."
Storm nodded and went to get her uniform, she would have to be strong like Xavier, she would have to be brave like Scott. Suddenly being headmaster was pushed to the side, and leading a team into a mission was all there was to think about.
The Pentagon…
Emma Frost watched in horror, this was really happening, the start of many disturbances. She sat at her desk and began to mediate, she thought about her decision and her job, she thought of how it would be like to be a part of a family. Reality settled in and she was back to where the trouble began; the dream, Charles' dream. It was so stupid but she couldn't help but think, why didn't stay? She could have been anything in the world, she could have been anything. Charles' dream felt so dry at the time, so fabricated that it was unlikely, humans and mutants co-existing? But maybe Charles was right? Maybe all this time it was her that was fabricated? Her love for justice lead her to the one place that was unjust. The Emma Frost that walked out on the X-men and the Emma Frost sitting in the office at the Pentagon were two different people; she wished she could change that.
Suddenly she slipped into a dream; someone was calling her, wanting her help. She tried to focus her powers in on it but it was faint, she could barely feel its source. She tried to break the code; she felt her body hardening and sweat dripping off her. Then she suddenly woke up, skin was clammy but very much the same. She had tried to hide her hardened diamond skin from the government, she was ashamed of it. Charles had taught her to appreciate any gift from God, but this gift seemed so strange. She felt vulnerable and she hated that, so she left the office to get some air.
Emma walked to parking lot and stood on the sidewalk; someone was calling her, she felt it, and it was strong. She started to get a little chilly and headed for the door but stopped, there a noise coming from the parking lot. A cat or puppy dog maybe but it was a sound. Emma walked into the parking lot and searched for the source of the sound. There was cat laying on the concrete she looked wounded. Emma knelt to pick her up but suddenly there was sharp pain in the back of her head and she fainted. The cat suddenly morphed into a woman, a very dangerous woman, Mystique.
"Good job, Destiny, once again you've proven to be useful."
Mystique walked towards a young girl of about nine years old, she was wearing a black hoodie and she was bold; cancer had taken her hair. Mystique picked up Emma and put her into the black car they were near. The three of them disappeared into the thick smog that covered the parking lot that night; they wouldn't return to the Pentagon again, their destination was South Africa…
Later that night…
They met in the living room and began to talk among themselves. Storm entered the living room and they all became quiet. She would soon form a team to catch the criminals in the Ivory Coast.
"I can not take all of you but I can take a few to investigate these events. This is not a mission for adventurers we are there to do one thing, talk, anything else will raise eyebrows in the White House, understood?"
Storm looked around and realized that this was her time, her time to prove that she was right for this position. She choose her team wisely; Colossus, Jubilee, Angel, and herself. They weren't going there to cause anymore grief, they were they to prevent anything worse from happening…
