Disclaimer: I own nothing besides Marc Maseon and the idea…or do I? Now that's something to think about…
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It seemed that James had given up…for now. He was actually able to walk and rest. The fatigue from the running and the hunger pains were beginning to set in. He picked up a big rock and saw these little white wormy things.
"I hate bugs, they are nasty and disgusting and there is no way I am going to eat those." That was at least what his mind was saying; his stomach didn't care much. It was growling so hard it started to hurt. He reached for one, it slithered out of his hand but he eventually got a hold of it. He lifted it above his waiting mouth. "God, what I wouldn't give for some of Kitty's tofu thingies?" He said to himself as lowered the slimy grub into his mouth and swallowed it. Marc shivered as he felt it sliding down his gullet into his empty stomach. He took a deep breathe and felt fine. "That wasn't that bad-." He doubled over and threw up.
He couldn't handle it. He couldn't eat another of those vile, horrible and just plain unpleasant creatures. He didn't want to but…he had to hunt.
He began to go into stealth mode, like Wolverine taught him, as he saw this little rabbit. It was very fast so it became clear that he would have to stay one-step ahead of it. "Come here little bunny, I wont hurt you." A twig snapped under his foot and the rabbit scampered away. He gave chase but it was too fast and he was too weak from hunger to pursue it further. It looks like worms are on the menu tonight, so he went back to the moss covered rock.
He looked back at the grubs under the rock; he picked up a sharp stick and impaled three of the insects, then cooked them over his palm.
The Lion King lied, they didn't taste like chicken, but they were very filling. Marc scooped up a fresh pile of snow, melted it the cupped his hand to his mouth and drank the water. The breakfast of champions, grubs and water. A loud cracking sound caught his ear and he looked up to see a giant tree falling towards him.
He dropped everything and dived into a roll as the tree came crashing down nearly missing his feet. He looked around suspiciously, when he was sure the danger had passed, he turned to where he was sitting before; he would have been crushed like his breakfast. The trunk of the tree was over the mossy rock; there was no hope of getting anymore grubs from there. "My grubs…I was going to eat those!" He stood there and thought about what he just said. "I cannot believe…I just said that."
He shook his head and cautiously made his way towards the fallen tree. He examined the break in the trunk; it was not a break at all something cut it. Maybe with an axe…no it couldn't have been, he would have heard the chopping. This was done quickly and cleanly; it was cut almost all the way through and then was probably tipped over and that created the cracking sound that he had heard.
This was getting weird, something was not right here…besides the whole 'surviving the test or die' thing. He had this feeling that…
A shot rang out and Marc felt a terrible burning sensation in his arm; he cried out in pain. He whimper and looked at his right arm, it was a lacerated bullet wound. He got to his feet and ran, keeping his injured arm close to his body, dodging branches and jumping over stones. Though he heard no other shots, he wasn't about to stick around and get hit.
When Marc felt a safe distance away, he stopped and hid behind a large rock he then sat and leaned against it. He tore the Lycra material, that his uniform was made of, off from around the bleeding wound. He knew what he had to do now.
He took a deep breath, closed his and dug his fingers in the bullet hole. He bit his lip to keep himself from yelling as his fingers twisted and wormed their way into his flesh and muscle. A few tears streamed down Marc's cheek, this was the worst physical pain he had ever experienced. As he searched for the bullet he felt his lacerated skin stretch and the felt it retract; he had to hurry or his body would begin to heal around it. His digits finally touch against the hard metal bullet that was lodged in his bicep; he pinched it between two fingers and began extracting it. This was by far the worst part of the entire incident.
It coarsely slipped out of the gashed appendage. Marc held the bullet between the thumb and index finger of his trembling, bloody hand. He held at eye level and studied it. He could have sworn it was bigger it actually was; it felt like it was the size of an ice cube instead of a glass marble. "The others have to be worried and looking for me by now..."
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The New Mutants are standing outside the Danger Room waiting for their morning session with Beast to begin.
Bobby turned to Sam. "Hey what's for lunch at school today?"
"Umm…I think chicken fingers and curly fries." replied Sam.
"Cool…cool."
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Marc sat there "Yep, they're looking for me…"
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Marc treaded lightly as he approached a small opening in the trees, which appeared to lead to an even wider opening. He look an alert step forward and unknowingly tripped a wire. Within milliseconds two logs with sharp points came swinging from both sides; he hit the deck and move onto his back. Then a large rock fell from the branches above, seeing this he rolled out of the way and stood up.
"What the hell?" He thought, looking around nervously then clutched his bullet wound after landing on it hard.
"Almost too slow, kid." The voice boomed over the unseen P.A. system. "Watch it or I'll get you next time…only about five hours to go."
"JAMES!" roared Marc in rage. "James…I'll kill you for this!" He said catching his breath and beginning to move on.
About a half an hour later, Marc found himself wandering through what appeared to be the same location as her was before. "Damn." He murmured under his breathing. His next step almost cost him his leg, there was a bear trap hidden under the snow and leaves; he was lucky enough to catch this when he did.
Marc looked around as if looking for someone in particular. "Is this the best you got left James?" He said in a cocky tone and decided to step over the trap. Once his foot was firmly planted on the other side there was a whipping sound and a rope wrapped around his ankle; then a counter weight rock fell from above and he was hoisted into the air.
He dangled about seven feet from the ground and frantically tried to locate the knife he had earlier found. It was latched onto the tie of his boot; Marc sat up in an attempt to get it but gravity had other plans for him. With all his might, he pulled himself up and grabbed the knife then, holding onto the rope for support, began saw away at the rope.
Not his best plan ever.
Seconds later Marc came crashing down from the area above, his head landing inches from the bear trap. Out of the corner of his eye he looked at the bear trap, he began to breathe heavily knowing that he came within an eyelash of becoming decapitated.
He got to his feet, stood up strait and every bone in his back popped. He cringed as he started to feel the pain of the fall now. And before he could even blink, two orbs shot at him. Marc held out his hands and blasted them but then they busted open and expelled a weird red power the extinguished his blasts.
After this, he just took off running towards an arbitrary direction. Anywhere had to be safer than this place…
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The bullet hole in Marc's arm had almost completely healed though he still couldn't move or use it in any way. He continuously had to blink to keep his eyes from freezing, his entire body was beginning to wear down and feel the effects of everything that had happened. Due to his pyrokinetic-like powers, he was highly susceptible to cold temperatures, if it grew cold enough he could possibly die. Luckily, his uniform was made like a wetsuit.
Hank and the Professor were not sure why, but Marc's skin absorbed the temperatures of his surrounding if exposed to them long enough. This definitely was not the best place for him to be hanging around. As if he had a choice. James was good, he knew almost every weakness he had and was exploiting each and every one of them.
James knew way too much about him; this is what disturbed Marc the most. Suddenly, a ridiculously screechy noise echoed through the area causing him to crash down to his knees holding his ears in pain. This continued for about five minutes and by then he was writhing in pain on ground; once it stopped, Marc couldn't here a thing besides a constant ringing.
His now impaired hearing would allow anything to get close to him with his knowledge. His hearing was the thing that had been saving his life on several occasions over the recent hours, without it he was not going to fair to well. Marc stood up and walked carefully trying to find some sort of safety; something caught his eye about a half a mile from his current location. It appeared to be a small structure of some sort; he made his way towards it.
Getting closer to it, he was able to make it out more clearly; it was a tiny old log cabin. It was halfway destroyed however, part of the roof and two of the walls had been knocked out at some point…but still it was better than nothing. Once Marc stepped foot in it, he took a look around. There was an old stove, a snow covered and broken bed, and a few tipped over chairs.
Marc made his way under the part of the ceiling that was still intact and sat in the corner, his hearing had returned slightly but not enough. Unexpectedly, he heard those menacing footsteps once more. They were close, very close. He again heard no breathing though it may have been from the disabled hearing.
He peaked through a hole in the cabin wall to see a silver metal robot; it kind of looked like an android and was about the size of Logan. Marc thought he was confused before.
Suddenly it turned and appeared to be looking in Marc's direction. "Identification…target found."
"Shit."
Another android walked over slowly next to the other. Marc had had just about enough of running from things, he picked up a chair and headed around the open wall and met the machines. He ran at one and hit it with the chair causing the wooden chair to shatter; he then tried to punch the other but only succeeded in hurting his hand.
He held his fists together, side by side, and unleashed a huge discharge of fire. The first android was knocked over by the force of the blast and appeared to be unable to stand. Marc prepared for another attack but he was completely drained from the previous maneuver, this was not good.
He had no clue what to do now with out powers or weapons…wait weapons. Of course, he still had the knife; he could use it against it. Marc reached down and pulled the blade from his boot, his eyes roamed in search of a weak spot in the machines armor. He noticed a small spot on the neck of it and thought that maybe he could stab the dagger into it and take it down.
Without further hesitation Marc rushed the android and drove the blade into the before mentions weak point. The metal in the circuitry sent electricity through the conductor into Marc. He felt the sudden surge of voltage coursing throughout his entire body; on reflex, he released his grip on the handle. The built up energy sent Marc flying at the cabin; he struck the wall harshly and fell to the ground.
His vision was bleared and he could hardly keep his eyes open. Just before blacking out his saw two boots walking towards him…
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Marc's eyes shot open and he sat up quickly. What had happened?
He stood and looked around in a paranoid manner; nothing was out of the ordinary. He began walking on and entered an opening which lead to another part of the forest; it was hard for Marc to see, the snow was thick and made it difficult for him to distinguish clearly. Suddenly, he heard someone clearing there throat; he looked around everywhere until he saw it's source.
The snow began to die down rapidly.
A dark figure stood in the faint glow, solid, unmoving, almost stoic. The man before him was not much at first glance but appeared to be sturdy and fit. He wore a black ski mask with two holes for his eyes, a dark blue/black sweater, pants, and gloves.
Marc peered at him in with hatred in his eyes. "James?"
"Well you've got farther than I expected kid." replied James, taking several steps closer. "All you have to do is stay alive for…." He rolled up his sleeve a looked at his watch. "Hmm…ten more minutes."
Marc held his hand over his eyes to keep the snow from obstructing his vision. "And let me guess? I have to survive a fight with you? Yeah, that's what I thought…very original."
"I see your healing factor is working, all your wounds are healed and you don't seem like you're too scared right now." He said as he came within a few feet of Marc.
"Oh shut up." snapped Marc as he ran at James. James fell back put his feet to Marc's chest and monkey flipped him over then quickly got to his feet.
Marc grunted, lying on his back in the snow. "Damn, that was stupid."
James walked over to him, bent down and looked at Marc. "Yeah it was, I know you've been trained better than that." He grabbed Marc by the arms, spun him around and tossed him at a tree.
Marc's body wrapped around the trunk or the tree, bounced off and fell to the rock covered ground. He staggered to his feet, using the tree as a crutch, and felt something hit him from behind. He attack propel him foreword causing his head to smash into the tree and sent him sprawling across the snow earth.
Marc was laying face first in the snow, he lifted his head up and looked downward at the blood stained slush. He blinked wearily and coughed, spattering blood from his mouth.
"Not doin' so hot, are ya? Well don't worry, it'll be over soon." James scoffed, moving towards him. He put his foot to the back of Marc's neck and applied pressure, pushing Marc's face against the ground. "Too bad…I was hoping for more of a challenge."
James raised his boot and was getting ready to stomp on his neck. Marc locked his legs around James' supporting leg then jerked back his legs and tripped James. Marc scrambled to his feet as James got up to one knee. Marc kicked his square in the face, sending James to the ground.
Marc picked up a thick branch and clobbered James in the swell of the back then tossed it aside. "Is that 'challenging' enough for you?" Marc hissed, sardonically. Marc ran over and kicked him in the ribs as he tried regain his bearings; James rolled over after the kick and held his side.
Marc walked over to him, and was about to strike, but was punched in the gut and subsequently elbowed in the jaw. This knocked Marc back into a tree; James got to his feet and drove a knee into his chest making more blood spew from between Marc's lips. Then James wrapped Marc's arm around his own back and kicked him in the hind of the knee making Marc collapse to his knees. "That was a fun eight minutes, but it's over now."
He placed one and to Marc's chin and the other on the back of his neck and was about to snap his neck. "Any last words?"
Marc's face was full of fear as he thought. "I was thinking about saying 'burn in hell' but like they say, there's no better time than the present..." With that, Marc shot a flash of blaze from his palm that set fire to James' mask.
He clasped his hand over his eyes, blinded by this attack, and then Marc rolled back and away from the reeling James. He threw a punch; James caught it and punched Marc in the jaw twice then gave him four quick jabs to the ribs. James' mask had now become almost completely on fire; the skin on his face was beginning to burn and he had no choice but to pull it off.
A loud buzzer sounded. The test was over. He had passed. But somehow, staring into the face of the man who put him through all of this diverted his attention. Marc stared at him intensely not knowing what to think. "You son of a bitch…"
A.p.R.: Okay that was my first fight scene ever…well, besides chapter two. Anyways, tell me if you liked it or hated it…be honest please.
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