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Pand: (ch 1-2) Thanks. Keep readin'. Thanks. Glad you're enjoyin' it. Keep readin'.
Windyfontaine (ch 1-2): I take it you like. I thought that was Shakespeare. Hope you enjoyed the second chap. Thanks. Yeah, I know what you mean. You'll see. I only saw the first one. Johnny Depp, 'nuff said. Huh. PM me when you post it. Thanks. Here's more. Sorry it's not soon enough.
Raven524 (ch1-2): Thanks. Here ya go. Thanks. So did I. To me, that was the stupidest mistake that they made. Well, that and discontinuing the show. Here's more.
DISCLAIMER
Mutant X belongs to Fox and Marvel Productions. Semi-inspired by "Nightmare On Elm Street", and anything you don't recognize is mine.
A few hours later, the Mutant X team minus Brennan met in the briefing room.
"Aw, man. I've never anything like this, Adam," Jesse stated.
"Yeah. I know," Adam said.
"I've had to strengthen my shields. Brennan, Scott, and Tana are so full of grief and rage and---" Emma's statement was cut off by a exclamation of rage. The telempath groaned and Jesse steadied her.
"It's Brennan. He's so angry and grief-stricken. It's too much," she whimpered.
"Sssssh, ssssssh, ssssssh. Just concentrate," he soothed. Emma inhaled deeply. Then, she exhaled. "That's good. Keep it up,"
"I'll go check on Brennan," Shalimar offered. Without waiting for a response, she walked out of the room. When she found Brennan, he was in the training room, going through a simulation. Shalimar watched until the program was done.
"Wow. You seem tense," she noted. Surprised, Brennan turned around.
"Oh. Hey," he said. "Yeah, I guess you could say I'm tense," he snapped.
"Hey, calm down. Emma's already had to strengthen her shields," the feral cautioned. The elemental sighed.
"Tell her I'm sorry. This must be killing her," he said sympathetically. "It's just---I've been through this before, Shal. I don't wanna die," he admitted.
"Hey, you won't. We won't let anything happen to you. Promise," Shalimar said.
"'Promise'? Man, I---I promised Chrissy I wouldn't let it get her. And now she's---" Brennan trailed off frantically. "I can't do it again, Shal. I can't watch my friends die," he continued.
"Hey. Don't worry. We'll figure this out," the feral assured, putting a hand on his arm. The elemental sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I just---I don't know what to do. I thought this was all over years ago," he said.
"Come on. Where's that "Never say die" attitude we all love?" she questioned.
"Key word there, Shal. Die," he stressed.
"Brennan," she said sympathetically. He sighed heavily. Shalimar put an arm around his neck and messed his hair up comfortingly.
"Shal," he whispered. They leaned towards each other.
"Hey, guys?" Jesse's voice came over their comlinks. The feral and elemental groaned.
"What's up, Jess?" Brennan questioned.
"I was just in the room where we left your friend Chrissy," Jesse began.
"Yeah. And?" Shalimar prodded.
"And she's gone," Jesse told them.
"Gone. What do you mean?" Shalimar wondered.
"I mean she's not here," Jesse answered.
"Well, of course not," Brennan sighed.
"You don't sound too surprised," Shalimar noted.
"No. I'm not, really. It's part of the thing's m.o.," Brennan told them. "Kills ya and then makes ya disappear," he continued.
"You said you faced this thing when you were kid?" Shalimar questioned.
"Yeah," Brennan answered.
"Well, can you think of a way to stop him or---" Shalimar began to ask.
"No! NO! Shal, I can't! Don't ask me!" Brennan interrupted.
"Brennan---" Shalimar started to say.
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Brennan yelled, blasting her with his powers. She cried out in pain. He ran out of the room and to his room, closed the door, and he began rummaging around his dresser drawers. He stopped when he found the cross.
"Five, six, grab a cruxifix," he said softly. Then, he let electricity flow, searing his walls. I am so sick of this trash! I just want it to be over! he thought to himself. Several minutes later, he sank to the floor, emotionally spent. He leaned against the wall. He let out a labored sigh.
"One, two, Shadow's comin' for you. Three, four, better block your door. Five, six, grab a cruxifix. Seven, eight, it's way too late. Nine, ten. Never seen again," he sang softly, clutching the cross in his hands. Then, he closed his eyes.
Brennan looked around. Where was he?
"Brennan," a voice hissed.
"No. No way," he declared. He began to run.
"Brennan," the Shadow hissed again. Sinister laughter filled the air and mist surrounded the elemental. Then children's voices filled the air.
One, two, Shadow's comin' for you.
Three, four, better block the door.
Five, six, use a cruxifix.
Seven, eight, it's way too late.
Nine, ten, never seen again.
He tried to move away, but the mist simply enveloped him. A stream of black smoke wrapped itself around his throat and Brennan's eyes widened as he felt his passageway collapse.
"No," he choked out. He began to struggle, but then felt something grab his arms.
"There is no escape, Brennan," the Shadow stated. With that, he used his powers to conjure up a weapon. At first, Brennan didn't see what it was. Then, a glare from the silver tip flashed in his eyes and the elemental felt the coolness of the blade on his skin. Then, he felt a stab of pain. Brennan screamed and blood flowed down his arm.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Would this up the rating to a 'T'? If so, tell me and I'll change it.
